How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 121



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Episode 121. Impersonation is a crime (1).

Eden belatedly appeared in the training ground that looked like a scene from a famous painting.

The sight was beautiful enough to calm the anger and resentment that had surged up in Eden when he had gone to Kael’s office to tell him the news that Tariq had become the Sword Master and had teleported away alone, abandoning him.

The anger and resentment disappeared, and in their place was a sense of pride that he had helped raise another Sword Master for the Empire, as well as a heart-pounding sense of excitement at the scene where he overcame a great wall and told those who served him about it.

At least, Eden thought that the sight I was seeing was too wonderful to be called amazing, and the feelings and bond they felt for each other. Not wanting to break the current atmosphere, he held his breath and made no sound.

“… You’ve worked hard.”

He became a Sword Master. Kael finally opened his mouth to Tariq, who had come before him. Eden covered his mouth, which was about to burst out in exclamation, “Keu-,” and concentrated all his nerves on Kael’s next actions and words.

After saying that he had worked hard, it was his turn to lift up the knight who was on his knees, give him a light hug, and say something like, ‘I knew you could do it.’

Eden stared at the two with sparkling eyes as if he had returned to his childhood, and Kael opened his mouth again.

“Now you can do one serving too.”

Eden’s eyes were filled with bewilderment at Kael’s words, which were the complete opposite of what he had expected, and which he could clearly hear despite the considerable distance between them.

“I will try to be of greater help to you, Master.”

“Not a bad idea.”

…And yet, I became one of the few Sword Masters in the Empire, but is that the end? Really? Really?

Eden opened her mouth without realizing it, feeling the emptiness that was rushing in despite it not being her job.

And even though he had made no sound, Kael, who had quickly noticed his presence, looked back at where Eden was standing and continued speaking.

“King Eden. What are you doing there?”

“…I just stood there.”

Kael’s head tilted slightly at the voice filled with despair.

“Isn’t it about time to go to work at the palace? If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late.”

Eden nodded at Kael’s characteristically indifferent voice.

“I have to go… . Yes, I have to… go to work.”

As expected, going to work is something you don’t want to do, whether in this world or the other. Kael thought that he simply didn’t want to go to work at the palace, as the answer came out mixed with a sigh.

“Cheer up.”

At the brief words of comfort, Eden bowed his head to Kael.

“You two need to work harder. Aren’t you leaving today to carry out your first mission as a response team?”

“That’s right.”

“I will try harder.”

I wondered if this was right.

Eden couldn’t help but smile at Tariq’s expression, which was brighter than ever.

“Sir Tariq, when you return after finishing this matter, you will confirm what I have told you so far.”

“I will remember.”

“Well then, I will now go to the palace and report to work. Both of you, take care.”

Soon after, the carriage carrying Eden, who was ready to go to work, left for the palace, and at the same time, the carriage carrying Lars arrived.

He got off the pure white carriage and opened his mouth with a bewildered expression at the sight of Kaelgo Tariq already waiting at the main gate of the Count’s house.

“Hello, Your Majesty. You came out quickly.”

“I just got out. I don’t think we have time to waste, so let’s talk while we’re on the move.”

Instead of the eye-catching white carriage that Lars had come in, they boarded a seemingly shabby carriage and faced each other inside the rocking carriage.

Inside the carriage, Kael took out a piece of paper containing the information he had gathered over the past three days while rolling Jack around to the point where he could have died of hunger.

A person who pretends to be an idea.

In short, the Salty Ones were literally causing troubles big and small all over the empire. Kael drove one village to near destruction and singled out the most dangerous group.

“Their next move was easy to predict, thanks to their surprisingly simple movements.”

The place they were heading to now was the village on the next route they would appear on.

In the original, the group that wished for the destruction of the world was demoted from a mid-boss level to a trivial extra, but their military power was quite good. However, because they lacked the brains to speak of, in the original, they naturally could not move systematically, and were quickly caught.

“You know our goal, but let me explain it again. The scale of the incidents and accidents that occur in the Empire is enormous, and our job is to catch the biggest ones.”

“Could they really be related to the ideas we encountered?”

No way.

Contrary to the cold response he gave to Lars’ question, Kael’s expression on the outside was serious.

“If it is someone who leads on the largest scale, it is possible that they are connected to the real idea, and if they are truly connected to the idea, they will be able to obtain information.”

“okay.”

“And even if it is not related, it can serve as an example and a warning to those who are causing trouble throughout the Empire.”

So, the first group, which includes Kael, Lars, and Tariq, will move to directly eliminate the Japdeas, while the remaining members of the second group will move to find the victims with the people from the upper ranks of Damie, treat them, and restore the village.

“Is there any way to find out whether or not it is related to a real idea?”

“As I said before, it is difficult to completely rule out the possibility, but at least I personally believe that they have nothing to do with the ideas we encountered.”

“Why?”

Lars’ question was quite sharp, and one of Kael’s eyebrows secretly rose.

“Because there are no monsters. They used monsters to disrupt the empire before they showed up in the capital. There’s no way they would move on this scale. If they did, they would have used monsters to make bigger moves, and the damage would have been greater than it is now.”

“… I have a feeling that Count Damie knows something about ideas.”

The answer came back from Lars’ mouth a beat late, and Kael looked at him in silence at the strange tone in his voice.

The clear, refreshing emerald eyes staring at him seemed to be watching his reaction, but Kael had no intention of responding to them, so instead he shrugged and changed the subject.

“Let’s stop talking about work. I think the two of you haven’t introduced each other yet. I think you should at least say hello to each other.”

At his words, Lars’ gaze, which had not shown any sign of leaving Kael, turned to Tariq, and their gazes met in the air.

“My name is Tariq, the knight of the Count Damier.”

“La… It’s Les.”

“I look forward to working with you in the future.”

“It’s me!!!”

Lars’ voice suddenly rose, and when Tariq blinked at him, Lars’s pale face turned faintly red.

“Come to think of it, Lars is Sir Tariq. It seems he has admired you for quite some time.”

“Are you talking about me?”

As Tariq’s gaze turned to Kael’s words that he had admired him, the blush on Lars’ face grew even deeper.

Meet the person you truly admire in front of your eyes.

A facial expression that struggles to hide its trembling.

“Lars is also good with a sword, so if you have time, it wouldn’t be bad to spar with each other.”

Tariq let out a small exclamation as if he had realized belatedly that he was capable of wielding a sword, and spoke to Lars.

“I would be honored. Sir Lars, if you have time next time, would you be willing to spar with me?”

When I first met Kael officially.

Lars had once asked for a chance to spar with Tariq, and now was the moment for his request to be granted.

For a moment, Lars’ emerald eyes sparkled like those of an innocent boy. They were filled with positive sparkles like joy and delight.

“Rather, it was something I wanted to ask. If Lord Tariq calls, I will come see you. So please call me whenever you want.”

A voice trembling with faint excitement answered, and Kael stared into his eyes for a moment before closing them and leaning his head against the wall of the carriage.

His answer had a strange tone, but Kael wondered if the god Janus, who had read Mabel’s memories, had mentioned Idea as if he had told him of the disaster.

Judging from his reactions now, it seemed like Tariq had no idea that he belonged to Idea. Each and every little reaction was showing that he was serious, even if it was just acting.

?God Janus said he had no intention of telling Lars that we were Ideas. He said there was no evidence or circumstantial evidence.?

Mabel said that the god Janus had no intention of speaking to Lars, but Kael sighed inwardly, unable to believe what the god was saying.

Anyway, the number of cases was not that many.

One, if Lars’s suspicions are his alone.

Second, although the god Janus told him about the identity of Idea, the memories of Mabel that the god was able to read were likely limited to a certain period of time and not all of the memories the child had experienced.

In that case, the only members of Idea that the god Janus knew of at the time, who had read Mabel’s memories, were himself, Mabel, Laina, and Raisa.

Tariq had never appeared before Lars as an idea.

“What kind of sword does Sir Tariq wield?”

“I guess I’ll be using a sword like the Bastard Sword. In real combat, there aren’t many swords that can be used for both defense and offense.”

“You mainly use greatswords, huh?”

“Yes. The holy sword that Lord Lars possesses is also….”

Kael opened his closed eyes and looked outside through the small window right next to him, letting in the voices of Lars and Tariq, who were continuing their conversation as if they were close friends, through one ear.

… I’m sick of having a headache.

There wasn’t much they could figure out right away, so catching Salty was the priority. Hopefully, they would give them enough time to figure out the ‘truth’.

The carriage carrying them was heading to the coastal town of ‘Rwen’, presumed to be Chapdea’s next destination.