How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 11



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Episode 11. Mabel Dew Damier.

A room filled with cute items.

A child was kneeling on a bed with a canopy, clutching the hem of her dress.

“I’m… fast…”

The child who had been groping and opening his mouth closed, his posture collapsed, and he rolled over on the bed.

“Eww!!! I’m going to shrivel up!!! My whole body is so twisted up I feel like I’m going to turn into grilled squid!!!”

The child let out a scream, Mabel’s pink hair spread across the bed. Twisting once more, this time lying face down, the child rolled her feet.

“I have an interview tomorrow. Kael isn’t even helping me!!!”

Following Hugo’s advice, Mabel asked Kael, who had come home from his outing to give her the interview guide, if he could help her practice for her interview, and the answer she got was, “I can do that on my own.”

“I already received the divorce papers. I’m just going to run away.”

Mabel blinked, mumbling words she didn’t even mean, with no intention of putting them into action.

The interview questions were mostly the same as those asked to children, so it was easy for me, who had memories of my past life, to know what the intentions were and what answers I should give.

Hugo and the maids who helped Kael practice for the interview also applauded the child’s answers and did not spare their praise. The interview was a piece of cake.

“… What on earth is Kael thinking about?”

And what was that chain?

A purple book that was connected to Kael’s chest with a chain.

When asked if it was magic, he did not give a ‘yes’ answer.

He just said he would let me know when the adoption was done. Did he mean that it wasn’t magic? Or was he just omitting the answer because it was too much of a hassle to explain?

?Is that the purple book you have? I don’t think there’s a book like that in the office. Would you like me to look for it for you??

I asked Hugo, but he seemed completely clueless.

“Ugh, my head hurts.”

The young body complained of a headache, as if it was refusing to think deeply, no matter how much it was immersed in thought.

Tapping lightly around her temple, Mabel thought of the face that always had a carefree expression on it. It was the same when she went to the Temple of Janus. It was a face that seemed to have truly given up on living.

“I’m nervous because it feels like I’m seeing my past life… ”

As the child’s unresolved worries deepened, time passed without fail and day broke.

Eventually, Mabel, who had not been able to sleep properly, began to doze off while standing as she prepared to go to the palace, her head nodding weakly and shaking.

“Miss Mabel. It looks like you haven’t been getting much sleep. Are you okay?”

One of the maids, carefully assigned by Hugo under Kael’s orders, asked while combing her long, pink hair to keep it from getting tangled.

“Yeah… It’s okay.”

“Are you nervous about the interview?”

“This kind of interview… gum… .”

The maid, who was now half asleep and answering Mabel, looked both cute and pitiful, quietly called out to Hugo, who was waiting outside the door.

After a while, Kael sighed and accepted the child as he saw Hugo coming in carrying the sleeping Mabel.

Even though she was sleep-deprived, Mabel, who was shouting, “People are all about food!” and taking a deep nap after a hearty breakfast, could faintly hear voices as her body shook slightly.

“Mabel. You have arrived at the interview room. Stand up.”

“Hehehe. There’s still plenty of time, so let’s sleep a little longer, Your Majesty.”

Familiar voices and unfamiliar voices.

The child’s eyes opened at the sound of the two voices, and as clear purple pupils were revealed, an unfamiliar voice let out a small exclamation of admiration.

“Oh my, it really is the same color as yours, Your Majesty.”

Mabel blinked to shake off the sleepiness and looked away, and her eyes met with brown eyes that had a gentle glow.

“Hello, little lady.”

“hello?”

After exchanging greetings, Kael moved Mabel from his lap to the empty space on the sofa where she was sitting. As the soft texture enveloped her buttocks, Mabel, who had been absentmindedly pondering ‘Where am I? Who am I?’, realized.

This is the palace!

I am an interviewer!

and…

“what’s your name?”

The pretty, brown-eyed woman in front of me is the interviewer!

“First page of the interview question sheet.

The question that signals the beginning of the interview is the name question.

Mabel, who had been reading the interview questions for adoptive children that she had carefully read through 10 times, recalled the content on the questionnaire and solemnly revealed her name.

“My name is Mabel!”

“My name is Reyna. Nice to meet you. Mabel.”

“Nice to meet you, Sister Reina!”

“Mabel, I’d like to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”

“yes!”

The child, who started the interview as soon as he woke up, answered Reina’s questions without fail.

“Mabel, do you want to become a family with Viscount Damier?”

“yes!”

“I wonder why. Can you tell me, Sister?”

I didn’t read in the book that the question was put like this?

Mabel, who had not thought of a reason since the book said to simply answer ‘yes’ to the question of whether she wanted to be a family, simply said the answer that was passing through her mind.

“Is it because you listened to what I said?”

The child continued speaking, words flowing out naturally as if opening a floodgate.

If you say you’re sick, give me a hug or lend me your knee.

If you ask me for help, I will help you.

If you throw a tantrum, listen to me.

“Even when I visit him while he’s working, he makes room for me even though I don’t want to bother him, and he cleans up any tea or snacks I bring him. Last time, I accidentally brought him cinnamon cookies, which he hates, but he ate them all.”

And also…

“Please protect me.”

Reina smiled brightly at the words flowing out without any hesitation.

“Mabel really likes you, Viscount?”

“Uh… Rather than saying I like it. That is, that is…”

“therefore?”

“… Ma, that’s right. I like you. That’s why I want to become a family with Kael and protect you.”

Mabel, who had been rambling on and on, lowered her reddened head and admitted it, and Reina said.

“Okay. From now on, you can call me ‘dad.’”

“yes?”

At the words that were almost as good as saying that the interview was over, Mabel raised her head, which had been bowed.

The child’s eyes were filled with puzzlement as he recalled the contents of the book, which said that at least five interview questions would come up, excluding names.

“From the moment I leave this place, Mabel is Mabel du Damier. So, shall I call you ‘Daddy’?”

Is this a test? If you can’t call me dad, you’ll fail the interview. Isn’t that it?

In the midst of the confusion, the child’s gaze turned to Kael, and his mouth opened slightly.

“Ah… Ah, ahhhhhhhhhh!!! I can’t do it. I really can’t do it! Kael, even if it’s a mouse hole, make a place for me to hide…!!!”

He sighed and handed over the cushion next to him as the child’s voice, unable to utter even a single word, resounded as a scream, and Mabel used the cushion as a shield to cover her face.

While the questions and answers were going back and forth, he looked at Reina, who was covering her mouth and holding back laughter, without even opening her mouth.

“If you tease a child like this, you’ll be called a bad interviewer. Reina.”

“The kids’ reactions are always so cute. But don’t you like it when they call you dad?”

“It’s much better to be called by name.”

“Lying is bad, Your Majesty.”

The titles “Father” and “Dad” didn’t give Kael much inspiration, having adopted a child in his previous life. And whenever Mabel awkwardly called him that title, he would feel… no, he would get tired just thinking about the fuss he would cause.

Reina, who was clearly mistaken in thinking that he was embarrassed and ashamed of being called dad, tried to correct him further. Knowing from numerous experiences that this would only strengthen that mistake, Kael hugged Mabel, who had become one with the cushion.

“I passed the interview… am I right? I didn’t fail, right…?”

When asked with a voice muffled by the cushion, a blunt voice answered.

“From now on, when I introduce you, I will not introduce you as Mabel. I will introduce you as Mabel Du Damier.”

“Mabel Dew Damier… .”

The surname that followed the name sounded unfamiliar.

Leaving behind Reina’s voice that an official adoption certificate bearing the Emperor’s seal would soon be sent home, Mabel hid behind her cushions and kept her face hidden until she left the interview room and boarded the carriage that would take her out of the palace.

It must be frustrating.

Kael just watched the child.

Arriving at the barracks and getting off the carriage, Mabel was met with a large crowd of people waiting to greet her and Kael.

“Welcome back, master. And young lady.”

“Thank you for your hard work, young lady!”

“I’ve been waiting, miss.”

Starting with Hugo, many people called Mabel.

As if frozen, Kael gently pushed Mabel’s back, which was motionless.

At the face of the child looking back, Kael nodded as if to say, “Go ahead,” and Hugo, who was at the very front of those waiting for them, handed Mabel a bouquet of flowers he had hidden as she slowly approached.

“Miss Mabel Du Damier. We’ve prepared a small party for you. Would you mind if we invited you?”

“What if I… fell?”

“How could it fall?”

Guided by the kind smile, Mabel walked into the restaurant.

Unlike the morning, the restaurant was decorated with colorful flowers and ribbons. There were various foods on the table and a large cake in the center.

Congratulations to Miss Mabel Du Damier.

Mabel burst into tears upon seeing the writing on the chocolate board, and the servants surrounded the child, handing her wrapped gifts, both small and large.

“How about enjoying the party, Master?”

Hugo asked Kael, who was watching the scene, and Kael raised one eyebrow slightly.

“I would appreciate it if you could give all your employees a day off.”

“Can I just pay the daily wage as is?”

“If there’s money left over, it’s a hassle to take it out. Just clean up after the party.”

It was thanks to Kael giving them a vacation that they were able to prepare a party for their new little master, even though they were not given much time.

Kael looked around the crowded restaurant a little longer, then turned around and left the restaurant.

Even if I hadn’t given them a day off, they would have prepared a party. That’s a common cliche in parenting stories. It would have been better for me, the author, to give them more time and make them work harder starting tomorrow.

Because it would have been difficult if I had made even one mistake.

“… I need to think about what to do next.”

Kael, who needed time to think, went back to his room and locked the door tightly.