How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 113



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Episode 113. The Hero Created (3).

There was nothing Mabel could say to Cloris, who was saying that she did not trust the High Priest.

Of course, Mabel had a simple solution in her hands that could solve her troubles. She hesitated for a moment, even though she knew she shouldn’t do it. She told me the truth she knew, but the moment I said that, what would Kael do?

The child, who had experienced countless deaths and lived different lives over the course of a thousand years, pursed his lips as he thought of someone who wanted to return.

He himself could not say.

Because he knew all too well that letting out his words was no different from betraying him.

“I’m sorry for coming to you out of the blue and asking you something you don’t know.”

Cloris smiled softly as she met Mabel’s somewhat complicated expression, shaking her head at her own words.

After passing the second ordeal, Lars, Adrina, and herself reported to the Grand Master and returned to the annex. The expression on Lars’ face as he took someone’s breath was as vivid as if he had seen it under a bright sky, even though it must have been seen in the dark basement.

The holy sword was still emitting a pure white, divine light, with not a single trace of red blood remaining, but no words were exchanged between them until they exited the maze.

Because I don’t know what to say.

Because I don’t know what kind of comfort to give.

And I can’t dare say that I understand him.

I wandered aimlessly through the hallways of the annex to sort out my complicated thoughts. No matter how much I walked, my thoughts did not get organized; they only got more complicated.

Why Lars was chosen.

I used to think that it was natural to sacrifice a few people just to prevent the destruction of the world, and that it was natural to follow the words of the temple and the high priest, but now I don’t even know that at all.

And as he walked, he suddenly found himself stopped in front of Mabel’s room.

What did you want to say to a child who is only 8 years old? What did you want to hear that made you come here?

“Oh, by the way, Mabel, are you well now? Thank you so much for taking the time for me. Don’t worry, you can forget what I said today.”

Cloris slowly got up, smiling inwardly but keeping her smile hidden from the outside.

She sat up and opened Mabel’s mouth, which had been tightly shut.

“I don’t know if I should say this.”

At the child’s small voice, she looked at Mabel, her clear aqua eyes meeting her steady, clear purple ones.

“I know that the three of you are doing something that no one else can easily do. I know that you are working hard to save this world.”

“… … .”

“At least isn’t that desire to save the world true?”

“… … .”

Mabel let out a ‘hmm’ in response to the unanswered question, smiling slightly awkwardly.

“So I hope Cloris, Lars, and Adrina won’t be too hurt.”

Chloris’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, then closed gently.

“Thank you, Mabel.”

Then, with a good night’s greeting, Cloris left the room, and Mabel completely turned off the lights she had left on.

Perhaps because the curtains were drawn, I curled up on the bed in a particularly dark room today.

The High Priest, Matthias. He was the one who would bring another even if Lars gave up being the Chosen One.

In fact, in the original, Lars wanted to step down as the Chosen One, and Matthias readily allowed him to do so.

“Matthias approached Lars, who was on his knees and shedding tears.

“If you want to give up your place as the Chosen One, you may do so.”

“…!!!”

“Even if you give up that position, God will point out another chosen one.”

With a smile more loving than anyone else’s, Matthias whispered.

“Now, Lars. Choose. You have a choice, and I will respect that choice. Do you want to make another person feel the same pain as you did?”

Lars, who did not want to cause others the same pain as he had, answered that he would do his part as the chosen one.

“Isn’t there a way for everyone to be happy?”

Is it really necessary for someone to be sacrificed in order to maintain this world?

Mabel let out a small sigh.

If you save someone, someone else dies.

Even if you save someone else, someone else will die.

At the same time, Tariq and Lily, who were by my side, were relieved that Raina and Raisa had not died.

“I’m so hypocritical….”

The child’s crouched body curled up even smaller.

I knew that endings like “everyone was happy” only existed in fairy tales. But still… couldn’t it be a little less unfortunate and less painful?

Even though the world was perishing, I liked this world.

Maybe it was because I knew the original story. Maybe it was because I had experienced the emotions of Lars, Cloris, and Adrina indirectly through the medium of writing. I couldn’t tell the exact reason, but I ended up wishing for their happiness.

I took a deep breath, exhaled, and stretched out my crouched body. My body, which had been crouched for quite some time, stretched out and I screamed, and my legs in particular started to feel a sharp pain.

Mabel, who was rubbing her leg with her trembling arms in pain, noticed the bluish-glow anklet hanging from her ankle.

“Holy relic.”

I remembered what the last saint, Selena, had said to me as she gave me the anklet.

?If you use this well, you will not only be able to steal the divine power of the Great Priest, but you will also be able to protect yourself from those who seek to exploit your divine power.?

Mabel spent the night mulling over what she had told her, and as dawn broke, the darkness that had been encroaching upon the room began to slowly recede.

When the room was bright enough without having to turn on the lights, the child got out of bed.

It was okay even if his future actions were merely to relieve his guilt, or hypocrisy, or self-satisfaction.

There’s no way for everyone to be happy, but at least it seems like everyone has found a way to be a little less unhappy.

Mabel walked over to her desk and took out a green piece of paper and a pen from her bag. How many days had passed since she made her decision?

The day of the first act of the giant puppet show that Jack had told us about.

– BAM!!!

“Kid…! No, Miss Mabel!!! Can you come with me now? Lars…!!!”

In the early hours of the morning, an unexpected guest opened Mabel’s door roughly and showed up. It was Adrina.

Even after passing the second ordeal, he felt relieved for a moment to see that he did not collapse, unlike the first ordeal.

Today, as usual, Adriana went to the shabby practice room behind the annex for dawn training with him. When Lars, who had never been late for dawn training, did not show up, she went to his room and found him collapsed there, and then went to Mabel’s room.

Mabel, who was taking a deep sleep with the blanket wrapped around her body on the bed, was carried on Adrina’s shoulders and carried to Lars’ room.

Mabel, who saw Lars, red-faced, sweating and panting with excitement, immediately woke up and used her divine power on him.

“I’m sorry, Miss.”

“are you okay.”

Adrina’s apology followed belatedly, and Mabel gave a short reply before examining Lars’s condition.

Lars endlessly devoured his divine power. Perhaps the only fortunate thing is that he did not forcibly absorb divine power like the Tree of Rest.

How long had it been since I had slowly and steadily poured divine power into Lars as if he were a human ringer? Lars’ breathing had stabilized and his once feverish face had regained its original color.

“Ugh…!”

The moment Mabel opened her mouth to ask about the time, she was out of breath and wiping the sweat off her forehead, perhaps because she had used quite a bit of divine power.

– Boom-!!!

There was a loud noise and the ground shook as if an earthquake had occurred.

– Boom-! Kwaang-!!!

Mabel hurriedly headed to the window as the explosions continued, not just once. In the sunset sky, countless meteors were falling, and the water stream was blocking them.

… the puppet show has begun.

Despite being aware of that fact, Mabel couldn’t help but gape in amazement at the unimaginable scenery.

“What is that…?”

Adriana, who checked outside late, strongly urged Mabel not to come out of the room and ran outside.

There were still loud and small explosions, and each time the building shook slightly.

Mabel looked out the window worriedly, knowing that it was just one giant puppet show created by Kael.

“Kael… are you okay?”

In the evening, when the child’s mumbling began to flow out and the situation calmed down, Mabel encountered Cloris, who had belatedly come to Lars’ room.

“Mabel, listen to what I’m about to say without being surprised.”

With Mabel sitting down, she opened her mouth cautiously.

“A few hours ago, the meteors that covered the sky were stopped by Viscount Damie.”

It was as planned. This was definitely good news for me. Cloris’s expression was darker than she had ever seen before, and Mabel waited for her to continue, unable to shake off the anxiety that was creeping up her face.

“And… Viscount Damie collapsed and is currently unconscious.”

What did I hear?

Mabel blinked.

Once, twice… .

Mabel, her eyes blinking and her lips quivering, asked Cloris.

“Unconscious… right?”

Cloris nodded slowly at the question that came out as if she couldn’t believe it. Mabel lowered her head at that nod.

There is no way for everyone to be happy, but I think I found a way to be less unhappy. I was so disgusted by the way I thought I was. Is it an act to relieve guilt? Is it hypocrisy or self-satisfaction? Is it okay?

No, you are already a bystander and a troublemaker.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Stupid, foolish Mabel.

Even though you always tell yourself that you are not an 8-year-old, how are your thoughts and actions any different from those of an 8-year-old?

With a start, Mabel sat up and headed for the door.

“Mabel. Where are you going…?”

“I’m going to see the High Priest. I need to ask him to send me home.”

Cloris couldn’t hold the child back because the voice coming back was so calm. As Mabel was about to open the door, someone opened it a step ahead of her.

“Mabel, the High Priest is looking for you.”

He was a high-ranking priest.

When the priest told her that the Grand Master was looking for her, Mabel looked up at him and nodded.

“That’s good. I also wanted to see the High Priest.”

The once clear purple eyes were shining strangely dimly.