How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 120



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Episode 120. The Birth of the Sword Master (3).

The carriage that had passed the palace entrance slowly came to a stop.

“Your Majesty.”

Before getting off the carriage, Eden called out to Kael, and Kael’s gaze turned to him.

“Would you be able to stay at the Damier House for the time being? Since the matter is so serious, I think it would be best to have Sir Tariq join the Idea response team as soon as possible.”

In short, he said that he would commute from the Damier family to the palace in order to quickly raise Tariq to the level of Sword Master.

Kael nodded readily to the story, which he had absolutely no reason not to accept.

“If you do that, I will be the one who appreciates it.”

“I’ll stop by your house after work today to pack my bags.”

“I will make arrangements for your comfortable stay.”

“thank you.”

After a short conversation, the two got out of the carriage. Since the place they were meeting today was the noble council hall where the previous three-way meeting took place, Kael, who was about to head straight there, looked at Eden, who was not leaving his seat, with a curious look.

“Shouldn’t we go?”

“Today, as soon as I entered the palace, my assigned task was to guide His Majesty the Count to the nobles’ conference hall.”

“… If you look at him, his personality is really strange.”

Thinking that there were more and more people around him who were not normal people but seemed to have a screw missing, Kael was able to arrive at the noble council hall under Eden’s guidance.

As we entered through the door that Eden had opened, we saw the people from the temple who were going to join the Idea response team along with the high priest Matthias who had arrived earlier.

The Chosen One, Lars, and his companions, Cloris and Adrina.

“Welcome, Viscount Damier.”

I never thought I would meet the main characters from the original work like this.

He bowed his head to Emperor Bastian, who welcomed him with renewed emotion, and sat down opposite the temple members sitting at the round table.

“It seems like everyone is here now, so let’s talk.”

As soon as Kael sat down, Bastian quickly got to the point.

“I think you all already know about the group called Idea. As you have seen, Idea is not a group of one person, but of many. So, we decided to form the ‘Idea Response Team’ based on the judgment that it would be right for the palace and temple to join forces for the stability of the empire.”

Bastian, who had been speaking for a long time, paused for a moment and looked around at the faces of those sitting there one by one.

“From now on, you will work together as the main force of the Idea response team.”

At Bastian’s words, Archdeacon Matthias opened his mouth to express his doubts.

“With all due respect, Your Majesty the Emperor, the temple side brought three people, including me, but I think it would be necessary to explain why only one person, Viscount Damie, came from the royal side.”

“Oh, I see. Today, Viscount Damie is here as your representative.”

Kael’s gaze turned to Matthias, who was expressing doubt, and Matthias’ body trembled slightly as he met his dark purple eyes.

?You were the one who started this whole thing. I’d kill you right away, but ‘we’ still need you, so if you want to keep living the dirty way you’ve been living, you’ll have to keep your mouth shut.?

Those eyes, glowing eerily in the darkness, made even he, who had lived for over 300 years, feel fear for the first time.

Mathias unconsciously avoided his gaze as he recalled the day when he had faced a greater fear than when that little brat, who could not be satisfied even if he tore her to pieces, had taken away his divine power.

?Make a pact. The only restrictions you have are that you cannot threaten Mabel and that you cannot reveal any information related to Idea. I have no intention of interfering with your plans, so move as before. If you make any useless moves, I will personally show you how cruel and painful death can be.?

Oh, primordial god.

Are you testing me too?

Please, look down on me and this world.

As Matthias was offering a short prayer to God to calm his pounding heart, Lars, who was sitting next to him, cautiously raised his hand.

“From what His Majesty the Emperor says, it seems there is someone else besides Viscount Damier. Can you tell me who it is?”

“Tariq, the Count’s knight-errant, and his daughter Mabel du Damiera.”

Bastian spoke with a relaxed smile, and the expressions of Cloris and Adrina, who had been simply listening to the story, hardened as they heard the names of the two people he mentioned… or rather, one person, including Lars.

“I have heard of Lord Tariq’s strength, so I believe he will be a sufficient force, but isn’t Miss Mabel too young?”

“I also agree with Lars. It is too dangerous for young Viscountess Damier to be involved in this matter.”

When Lars voiced his opposition and Cloris agreed with his opinion, Kael’s brow furrowed and a dark shadow formed.

“Do you know anyone who would put their daughter on the response team just for fun?”

Some rather harsh words came out of his mouth, and the attention of others turned to him at the sound of his voice.

“The main force of the response team is three who excel in close combat, and two magicians who can assist the three in long-range combat and support the first three. Even if Countess Flora is very good at herbal knowledge and white magic, if someone gets hurt right away, the only way to heal them is with divine power.”

Is there anyone in this empire with a divine power stronger than Mabel?

There was no one who could answer his words that continued like chewing. This was because only those who knew that Mabel’s divine power was stronger than that of the High Priest present.

Bastian placed a hand on Kael’s shoulder in an atmosphere as if it would shatter at any moment like thin ice.

“Really, Viscount Damier.”

Bastian’s gaze turned to the others.

“I fully understand your concerns. But I hope you understand that this decision was made after much deliberation up until yesterday.”

“… … .”

“Countess Damie will assist you from the rear. When the child moves, she will be accompanied by a member of the Imperial Knights, and if necessary, I plan to attach a captain of the Imperial Knights.”

Bastian continued, letting out a long breath that was like a sigh.

“And since Viscount Damier has already faced Idea head-on and is more likely to become a target of their attacks than anyone else, I have decided that it would be safer for the child to stay with Viscount Damier or you.”

He took his hand off Kael’s shoulder and looked at Matthias.

“As I said before, you are the main force, but the palace and temple will also provide you with full support. Isn’t that right? High Priest Matthias.”

“… You are saying the obvious.”

Bastian cleared his throat and said, “Ahem,” with a smile and a slightly higher tone of voice, trying to change the mood.

“Then I would like to give you your first task. Recently, those who call themselves Ideas have been causing various incidents and accidents throughout the empire. I don’t know if they are the same Ideas that attacked the capital, but I think we can’t just leave them alone.”

The Idea Response Team was given its first mission.

To eliminate those who claim to be Ideas and investigate whether they are related to the real Ideas.

“I’ll share with you some recently organized data. Since the beginning is important, I hope you can complete your first mission smoothly.”

With those words, Bastian distributed the papers containing the organized information and left with Matthias, leaving the four of them in silence.

Kael, who was the first to start reading the paper, broke the silence by opening his mouth after turning to the last page.

“I ended up joining the response team, but I think it would be uncomfortable for both of us to move together. Let’s move separately for this matter.”

“I disagree.”

Contrary to Kael’s expectations that a positive answer would come right away, it was none other than Lars who came forward in opposition.

The eyes, filled with soft, sparkling greenery and a gentle light, turned towards Kael.

“I think we need to learn how to move together from the beginning since we don’t know how long we will be together.”

Kael looked into her eyes without avoiding them and rested his chin on his palm.

“Then, how are you going to divide the people?”

“First of all, looking at the data, I think it would be a good idea to divide the group into two teams and have them work in groups of three. When divided into groups 1 and 2… .”

As Lars and Kael’s conversation began, the voices of Cloris and Adrina began to mix in, and soon the four of them left the noble council hall together.

The personnel assigned to this first mission were as follows:

“Group 1: Kael, Lars, and Tariq.

Group 2: Cloris, Adrina, and Mabel.

The information Bastian provided was deemed insufficient to move forward, and the discussion concluded with the idea of ??moving individually for about three days based on the information provided, and then gathering in groups 1 and 2 to move forward.

“I’ll see you at the Damie House in three days.”

Three days later, when the place was completely destroyed and everyone had decided to gather to return to their respective seats, Kael, who was busy working to reduce the amount of paperwork in his office as much as possible, could hear footsteps running down the hallway.

It was heavy and fast, the sound of Mabel’s footsteps that often ran around the hallway of the writer’s house. Kael confirmed that it was time for Mabel to be deeply asleep and put down the papers.

“Your Majesty the Countess Damie!!!”

It was Eden who opened the door to the office without even knocking and came in. His face, which was more excited than usual, turned calm as if he had poured ice water on his head when he met Kael’s expressionless face.

Eden turned 180 degrees, opened the door he had opened, and went out of the office, and a heavy knock was heard.

A sigh mixed with many emotions came out of Kael’s mouth.

“… Come in.”

Unlike before, Eden opened the door and came in with a polite look, and walked with long strides towards the desk where Kael was sitting.

“Your Majesty, I think you should come with me to the training ground right away.”

At his words, Kael rose from his chair and teleported straight to the training ground. The training ground was split exactly in half.

Kael’s vision was filled with a half-ruined smokehouse with a broken floor and deeply dug earth hidden beneath it, and Tariq, who was standing blankly at the starting point, turned around.

Tears fell from her blue eyes, as if they were sparkling.

He walked towards Kael without saying a word, knelt on one knee, and bowed deeply. No words were exchanged, but Kael could tell that Tariq had overcome the last wall.

It was the birth of a new Sword Master of the Empire.