How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 123



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Episode 123. Impersonation is a crime (3).

After Tariq and Lars had finished saying what they wanted to say, whether they were speechless or not, a faint but even sound of breathing could soon be heard from Kael’s bed, where the blanket was wrapped around him.

The two people who were left exchanged glances, and Tariq, who seemed embarrassed and touched the back of his neck, opened his mouth.

“I’ll look at those screens first. Lord Lars, you go to sleep first.”

“No. I will watch first, so Sir Tariq, you go to sleep first.”

“I’m embarrassed to say that I’m still hungry because I overate today.”

“ah….”

Lars let out a small sigh.

Certainly, even at the restaurant, Tariq ate more than half of the food served, and after that, when they were spending their time alone, he seemed to have enjoyed the food sold at various street stalls, as he was holding an empty skewer full of food in front of the accommodation.

Remembering that fact, Lars nodded with a soft smile.

“Then, please.”

The shift order was decided, and when it was quite some time since Lars had fallen asleep and it was deep into the night, Tariq woke him up.

“Do you want something sweet?”

“I like it quite a bit…?”

Tariq asked before heading to bed. Lars hesitated for a moment at the unexpected question and returned. He seemed to have bought a variety of snacks in addition to skewers, so he put a brown bag in Lars’ hand.

“If you feel bored, it would be good to take them out one by one and eat them.”

“thank you.”

“If anything happens, please wake me up.”

Tariq, who had replaced Lars, went into bed, and two separate breathing sounds echoed through the triple room they were staying in.

Listening to the breathing, Lars sat on his chair and looked at the fifteen screens that filled the wall.

On the screens showing various places in Luwen, there were some people moving quite actively even though it was late at night.

Lars, who had been staring blankly at the screen in the silence, opened the envelope Tariq had given him and checked what was inside.

A candy-like snack wrapped in thin plastic.

Rustle- Lars took one out and peeled off the plastic. It was hard, but unlike candy, it wasn’t transparent, and the outside felt soft, like cotton.

As I put the unidentified snack in my mouth, its shape melted away as it touched my tongue and its sweetness filled my mouth.

“It’s so damn sweet….”

Lars muttered almost inaudibly, his gaze briefly falling on the bed where Kael was sleeping.

Even for those who are not keen on hearing, the movements and breathing sounds are so subtle that they would not even know if he was breathing. Lars’ clear emerald eyes, which were looking at his sleeping figure as if he were dead, instantly deepened.

Slowly, his gaze shifted to the bed next to Kael’s. He looked at the bed where he had slept, and at the head of the bed was a paper bag neatly placed with the gift he had bought inside.

A paper envelope containing a small box containing a hairpin decorated with pale shells and pearls.

It’s not that he didn’t receive money from the temple, but the amount he received once a month was less than a commoner’s monthly salary.

Lars let out a thin breath, almost a sigh, as he recalled the price of the hairpin that he would not have been able to buy if it weren’t for the money that Kael had given him with perfect timing.

“… Don’t get excited for no reason.”

Another mutter escaped his lips as if he was reproaching himself, and Lars turned his head to look at the screen again, then raised his hand and lightly swept his face.

It was something I had never experienced before. The places I always went to were places where people were mentally dead and somewhere dry.

It was my first time outside of the capital to see such a vibrant town with such a diverse group of people, and it was my first time eating unfamiliar food and buying a gift for someone with my own hands.

There are so many firsts.

That’s why I was excited.

While he and Sir Tariq were looking around, Viscount Damier must have finished all this work.

“A person I just don’t understand.”

Lars’ eyes blinked slowly as he stared at the screen. How long had he been staring at the screen in silence, without saying a word to himself?

His gaze was fixed on one screen.

The screen he was looking at was near the port of Luwen. Some ships were anchored and leaving the sea, while others were entering the port.

Even now, another ship was entering the port on the screen. Lars got up from his chair and moved closer to the screen to check it more closely.

The fairly large ship slowly entering the harbor had no flag or statue on its bow to indicate its affiliation.

On the screen, figures were seen moving on top of the approaching ship. It was hard to see clearly because it was dark, but they were clearly wearing crimson robes.

“Your Majesty the Viscount! Sir Tariq!”

After confirming this, Lars immediately raised his voice and called out to Kael and Tariq, and the two woke up to his voice and came towards him.

“The screen is small so it’s hard to see clearly, but the clothes of those on the screen look very similar to Idea.”

“for a moment.”

As Lars quickly explained, pointing to the screen where he felt something was wrong, Kael stretched out his arm and lightly touched the screen he was pointing to with his fingertips.

The other screens disappeared, and the one he had touched grew larger and filled the wall.

On the enlarged screen, the ships anchored in the port were more clearly visible, and naturally, the people moving on the ships also became clearer.

The black mask revealed under the crimson robe and deep-hatted hat was very similar to the outfit of Idea who had appeared in the capital.

“Get ready to go out right away.”

Kael wrapped his robe over the light clothes he had worn to sleep in, while Tariq and Lars grabbed their swords from where they had placed them next to their beds.

“Let’s go.”

– Exactly.

With a snap of fingers, their figures disappeared from the room in the dormitory.

* * *

‘Flod’ was a man who wished for the destruction of this world.

That is why when the prophecy of destruction came down, he was the happiest of all.

“Finally…! It’s finally going to be destroyed!!!”

His life was a constant series of frustrations.

He was abandoned by his parents from a young age and lived in back alleys. He had several near-death experiences before he was able to escape the back alley life and become a mercenary, where he met a wife, had a child, and started a family.

With the money he saved from his mercenary work, he was able to buy a small house on the outskirts of the capital. Although he could not say that he was wealthy, his life with his beloved wife and children was extremely happy.

I desperately hoped that the current happiness could last forever. But even that was too much to ask for, and that happiness didn’t last long.

The child died.

My child was just like a newborn baby, just learning to walk and calling out to his mom and dad.

I couldn’t even tell the cause. Just like any other day, I held the child in my arms and put him to sleep, then laid him down and went to sleep myself.

When he awoke to his wife’s screams, which were no different from his own, the child was already cold and had stopped breathing, and his once soft body had become stiff.

“I should have taken better care of the child! It’s because of you…! It’s because of you!!!”

My wife blamed herself for putting the baby to sleep.

“Babies sometimes die for unknown reasons. We have no choice but to accept this as fate.”

Wanting to escape that resentment, he asked the congressman why his child died, but all he got back was a joke from fate that seemed to be teasing him.

My wife became crazier by the day.

She held the doll in her arms as if the child was already dead and spoke to the doll as if the child were alive.

I thought it would be okay as time passed.

My wife is still heartbroken and unable to accept the reality of our child’s death, so she believes that things will get better with time.

Even though he lost his child, he couldn’t quit his work because his family still remained.

When I returned from finishing my work, my wife had finally been unable to overcome her grief and had taken her own life.

“Your fate is so strange, so strange.”

“It was just your wife’s fate. Shouldn’t those who are meant to live live?”

The words that came back as comforting were also fate.

What the hell is fate?

Are you saying that you are destined to never be happy? Why? What on earth did you do wrong!!!

When resentment grows with each passing day.

The ‘prophecy of destruction’ came down, and Claude, upon hearing the prophecy, realized.

Ah, my life was so strange because the world was destined to end anyway. So unfortunate.

From then on, he waited for the day the world would end. He met people who shared the same views as him, one by one, and created a nameless group that wished for the end of this world, the world.

Perhaps it was because it was a group that anyone who wished for destruction could join. As the days passed, more and more people gathered in the group, and its size grew.

And then ‘he’ appeared.

“That’s right. I am Idea. The leader of those who wish for the destruction of this world.”

The countless meteors that covered the sky of the capital city, which was so peaceful that it seemed like a world on the brink of destruction, and the screams and cries of the people filled the capital city, the thrill that boiled deep in my heart.

Since he showed up.

The name of the nameless group is ‘Idea’.

No, to be exact, it became a ‘group that worships ideas’.

“What is the chosen one, what is the hero?”

Flod looked at the black waters rippling beneath the ship and muttered as the cool sea breeze hit him.

Prophecy is also fate.

You should just accept your fate without any useless resistance. You should do the same as I, who feels guilty even for living.

“Fload! I’m ready!”

He turned his head at the voice calling him. A cruel smile spread across his mouth hidden beneath his black mask.

“Yes. Let me tell you about the future that is coming to this peaceful village.”

This peaceful town would be engulfed in flames, leaving only ashes behind.

The moment he took that step with that determination, he was able to face the three figures that appeared on the deck.

He couldn’t tell who was wrapped in a robe, but the identities of the other two were well known to Flod.

The Chosen One, Lars, and the Mercenary King, Tariq.

Then the remaining one was obvious.

Viscount Cael du Damier, who is recently hailed as a hero.

“… So many precious people have come to this shabby place.”

At Fload’s words that he had realized who it was, Kael pulled back his robe’s hat to reveal his face and opened his mouth indifferently.

“I see some shabby guys coming to such a precious place.”

Flo, who was faced with deep purple eyes that were darker than the dark sky, unconsciously took a step back and gritted his teeth.

There were only three.

There are dozens of people on this ship alone.

Among them, there were those whose sword skills were superior to those of the knights, and there were also magicians who came from the palace magicians.

“I thought you might not know, so I’ll let you know in advance.”

“… The numbers are much more advantageous for us!!! We’ll handle it!”

“Is impersonation a crime?”

As soon as Kael finished speaking, dozens of people hiding in the ship rushed towards the three.