How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 14



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Episode 14. Preparation for the villain role.

“The first ordeal has come. God has told you, ‘You will meet someone who is greedy for material things.’”

Lars, who heard the details of the ordeal from the Grand Master, looked puzzled.

“Meeting. Does that mean that the encounter itself is a trial?”

“You are God’s chosen one. You are God’s beloved one. When trials come your way, you will know what to do.”

… Omitted …

Lars realized what the Archimandrite had said that he would understand when he met him. He looked at the man in front of him, breathing heavily as if he would stop breathing at any moment.

“How can someone with your level of power…?”

My colleague could have saved his life if he had treated him.

It was such a shame that his talent was wasted.

If you could put down that materialism that seems like it would swallow anything right now and come with me, wouldn’t we be able to become strong new colleagues?

“Will you come with me?”

Lars did not know that the person in front of him was Tariq, the mercenary king whose strength he admired.

Lars held out his hand to the protagonist of the first ordeal. He said that if he took his hand, he would spare his life. Tariq pushed his hand away as he spoke.

“You… have a lot of money? Hehe…! If not, kill me.”

To the end, he was greedy.

This too must be fate.

Lars lifted the holy sword, recalling the pain of the hand that had been thrown away. Looking at the blade shining white, Tariq’s expression, where the blade had been standing, seemed more peaceful than ever. Was it an illusion?

Kael sneered, recalling Tariq’s ending in the ‘original’ novel that he had read so many times.

If it were normal, I wouldn’t even be able to remember it in such detail.

The original author of a novel was destined to be forgotten as time went by. There is a reason why people say that humans are forgetful creatures.

But the result of constant reflection was this.

The original work is engraved in my mind so that I can’t forget it.

Is this a blessing or a curse for me to be reincarnated into this world?

“Ha, it must be a curse.”

Self-questioning.

Mabel, who saw him muttering to himself gloomily, rested her chin on her hand and said with a cute expression of her cheeks turning up.

“Kael, you look like a total villain right now.”

“I’m planning on playing the villain anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“Doesn’t it matter? I like it!”

The cheeks that had been bulging with a smile rose a little more. The two were in the office of the Damier Count Kael.

“But, as Kael said, wouldn’t it be better to bring Tariq before meeting the protagonist?”

The method they chose to twist the original story was to save those who would be sacrificed through the power of the Holy Sword in the trials.

The first plan chosen to realize that plan was to appear before them and save the mercenary king ‘Tariq’, the victim of the first ordeal, before he was stabbed by the holy sword and ended his life.

Even though he knew that there was a very high chance that he would be caught by the temple authorities who knew that Tariq was the first victim of the ordeal, Kael shook his head firmly.

“This plan is to save Tariq, but it’s also to let the protagonist know that there is an ‘enemy’.”

In the original work, there were ‘those who wish for the destruction of the world’ who appeared briefly and then disappeared.

Kael wanted to imitate that nameless group that was supposed to be the opposite of the main character, but ended up being deleted in order to quickly conclude the story.

“Is it really necessary to make the protagonist realize that he has an enemy? It’s like turning the temple into an enemy.”

But Mabel still looked worried, and Kael looked at the child and repeated the explanation he had given her when they were making plans.

“If we bring in victims of trials, the protagonist will naturally become weaker. However, if he becomes too weak, he will not be able to overcome the test given by the Holy Sword.”

A driving force that allows the protagonist to gain some strength.

In other words, the most ideal method was to create an ‘enemy’ who would take the exact opposite path to oneself.

“Turning the temple into an enemy….”

To be honest, the problem that was more difficult than the main character was the ‘temple’.

“When the temple delivers a trial to the protagonist, it is nailed down that it does not know the person in the trial. But then, to suddenly claim to know the person in the trial is absurd.”

“Even if they can’t say it outwardly, won’t they keep us in check internally?”

Kael burst out laughing at Mabel’s words.

He said with a crooked smile.

“Restraint? If you can, try it.”

“Wow. That was a total villain line just now.”

“… Anyway, this story ends here. No matter what you say, I have no intention of changing the plan. Just take care of the work I gave you.”

“Are you going now?”

“okay.”

The work left to you.

He said he was going now.

There was something that had to be done before Tariq and the protagonist could come into contact. The reason Tariq became the victim of the first ordeal. In order to eliminate that cause, Kael disappeared from the Damier family.

There was a town in the empire called the Town of Pleasure and Delight.

Terdam.

When darkness falls, the red lights illuminate the town. It was a place where you could get anything if you had money, and there were plenty of people willing to listen to anything. That was Terdam.

Even the palace knows about this village.

It was also a village that was difficult to reach because it was too deeply rooted to be uprooted.

Kael, standing at the entrance of the village where the red light stretched out as the sun set and made a long path, pulled his robe down deep and entered the village.

“Flower of the red-light district! Come to our shop where Rose is!”

“How about a chance to call the money you have! Just one more person and the game starts!”

“The auction of anything in Therdam is about to start! Tickets are right here! Anyone want to participate in the auction!!!”

Passing through the crowded streets, Kael headed to the largest and most ornate building in the center of Amsterdam.

This person blocks Kael from entering the building.

Although shabby, he was wearing armor and was carrying a spear, making it immediately recognizable that he was guarding this building.

“This is where the administrator of Terdam resides. Who is he?”

“I came to meet the manager.”

“Have you made an appointment with the manager?”

“no.”

A sigh escaped the guard’s mouth at Kael’s blunt answer.

Are you another ruffian who came to see the manager without any reason?

“Then you should go back….”

Before he could finish speaking, Kael had wrapped around the building and easily climbed over the wall blocking his way.

“you…!”

Kael looked back at the harsh gaze directed at him and smiled.

The guard opened the gate in the wall in obvious mockery, but in that brief moment the intruder disappeared.

“Hmm, I wonder where it is.”

Kael, who entered the building easily with magic, opened the doors of each room one by one to find the manager of Terdam who had business to attend to. In an instant, the building became a scene of chaos, and was filled with the screams and running sounds of those chasing him.

He had come up from the first floor and was now on the highest floor. He opened the last door with a leisurely pace that was unusual for someone being chased.

“Welcome.”

Inside, a charming woman with luscious red hair greeted him with her legs crossed. Her eyes were smoothly turned upwards, reminiscent of a cat, and her dark green pupils were turned toward Kael. Her plump red lips were open.

“Why did Count Damier come all the way to our town of Terdam? If he had revealed his identity without causing such a fuss, I would have gone down to see him in person.”

Even though his face was hidden by the robe’s hat, the woman immediately recognized his identity.

“Are you the manager of Terdam?”

Kael didn’t show any particular agitation, and simply asked if she was the one I had come to see.

“Yes. The manager of Terdam. My name is Kelia.”

The manager of Terdam. She revealed herself as ‘Kelia’ and smiled with her eyes wide open. It was a charming smile that made many men’s hearts flutter, but even in front of that smile, Kael was extremely blunt.

“I’m thinking of buying a flower.”

“What kind of flower would you like? Since you came in person, I guess it’s not a common flower, but something special, right?”

“Cursed flower.”

curse.

The corners of Kelia’s mouth hardened subtly at those words.

“I don’t know how you found out about that flower, but you must know that it is quite expensive, right?”

“I don’t understand why you ask this, knowing that I am Viscount Damie.”

“Because the person who takes care of the flowers is a picky person.”

In Terdam, flowers represent girls.

The one who is cultivating the flower he seeks, or rather, the one who is protecting it. Kael nodded at the word meaning Tariq.

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I already knew.”

“Is it okay if I ask what you plan to do with the flowers you buy?”

Kael’s head slowly tilted at her question.

“They say that the managers in Terdam are known for being heartless. It seems that this isn’t necessarily the case.”

“It’s just a rumor spread by those who can’t win my heart.”

Kelia’s answer sounded like she had feelings for Tariq. It was a story that didn’t exist in the original. Kael, who had tried to buy flowers without telling her the reason for the relationship he didn’t create, decided to tell her the reason.

“I plan to lift the curse and have someone by my side who can grow flowers.”

“Then wouldn’t it be better to meet someone who grows flowers?”

“He’s not here right now anyway.”

“… That’s right.”

Judging from his reaction, he seemed to know about the deal between Tariq and the temple. It would have been difficult for him to know directly, so it means that one of the parties involved in the deal has relayed the story.

Tariq and the temple.

It was easy to infer which of the two had mentioned the deal to her.

“It seems he asked you to give him flowers in case of an unexpected disaster.”

“I thought the rumor about the prophecy of Damier might be just a rumor. But it might actually be true.”

“So what about the flowers?”

“I will make sure that you receive it as a gift from Damie soon. The price is… if you lift the flower’s curse.”

Kelia added.

“I will quietly plant flowers in the backyard of the Damie family without letting anyone know.”

“Aren’t you believing too easily the promise of lifting the curse?”

“I recently heard that your Majesty has adopted a beautiful daughter from the Temple of Janus.”

The child must have divine powers. It meant that he would send him. Kael twisted his body at the words that also contained a threat that if the promise to lift the curse was not kept, he would report the fact to the temple.

“Okay. I’ll go back. My daughter, as you mentioned, is waiting for me.”

Kael disappeared from sight, and soon those who had been chasing him burst into her room.

“Administrator!!!”

“Are you okay? There’s an intruder…!”

“The entrance is blocked with magic. I couldn’t get in at all. It was my fault…!”

She knew that Viscount Damier was a wizard, but contrary to the rumors that his magic wasn’t all that great, she realized that he was actually a very good wizard, and smiled as she corrected the information she had learned.

“You were a precious guest. There was no danger, so everyone can go back and do their business.”

?Kelia. Lily. I’ll take care of that child.?

Hoping to see again the man who left without even the usual final goodbye.