How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 15



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Episode 15. I have a lot of money.

The Mercenary King. Tariq.

Short dark gray hair.

Beneath it are stubborn blue eyes that can be seen at a glance.

This person, who had a long scar across his face that made it difficult to approach, was at least 190cm tall and was comfortably leaning on a tree branch.

He wrapped himself in a tightly woven gray robe that made his massive body look even larger, and quietly closed his eyes as he looked up at the sunset sky through the leaves.

?Wouldn’t you like to become the protagonist of the first trial to save this world??

As the name suggests.

He was the highest ranking mercenary.

It wasn’t a nickname I had because I wanted to have it. It was a nickname that I naturally got because I needed money, took on high-paying, dangerous requests, and lived off of those requests.

Although the amount of money he earned from commissions was comparable to that of a nobleman, he was always short of money.

It was said that he poured all the money he earned into the temple to cure his younger brother who was ‘cursed’.

He was criticized for spending that money on someone who was not even related to him by blood, but he still gave whatever amount of money they asked for to the priests who would treat his younger brother.

If only the curse that was tormenting my younger brother could be lifted, then the money was worth it.

“…Is this the last time?”

A priest came to him and proposed a secret deal.

If I become the protagonist of the first ordeal, I will cure my brother’s curse. I paid money to many priests to cure my brother, but my brother’s breathing only got a little longer. It was not completely cured, so I initially refused the deal.

?The High Priest promised to cure your younger brother. I have also prepared a document with the High Priest’s seal, so you may check it.?

But when the priest came again, he showed me a document that clearly had the seal of the Archbishop on it.

If you are the Great General.

He was called the most beloved of the gods. I didn’t know if he could cure my brother’s curse.

But I said I was the ‘main character’ in the ordeal.

Even when he learned that the truth had to become a ‘sacrificial lamb’ that had to be sacrificed to the Holy Sword, he was willing.

If only I could save my brother’s life with my own, I would sacrifice it all.

However, there is something that bothers me.

?Tariq. I will find out who has divine powers.?

“Kelia.”

Someone who has helped you before.

The only one I cared about was her, who hid my cursed younger sister and took care of her whenever I was away on a mission.

But I can’t regret it twice.

He accepted the deal because he felt like he couldn’t go on with this life if he regretted it one more time.

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, took out a small bottle of purple liquid from his bosom, and drank it without hesitation.

?From now on, you are the ‘one who covets material things’. Before standing before the chosen one of the Holy Sword. If you drink this potion, your voice will change and your body’s strength will slowly drain away. It is your job to fight for the growth of the chosen one and be stabbed by the Holy Sword at the end.?

He dropped the empty bottle down the tree and reached for the mask he had hung on another branch to hide his face.

The mask, which was made of some material and had a pure white background and was set with small, colorful jewels, fit smoothly on his face, and Tariq climbed down the tree with the mask still on his face.

– Okay.

It was time to go and meet the chosen one of the Holy Sword.

* * *

Meanwhile, there was someone in the Damie household who was wearing a robe wrapped around his entire body.

“Kael. Are you really going alone?”

Kael, clad in a robe of crimson and black, circled around him and stopped Mabel’s movements by grabbing her head as she chirped like a bird.

“The flowers might be delivered today. You should wait at home.”

“Tariq’s cursed sister?”

“Yes. It can only be done with divine power.”

“Come to think of it, wasn’t it mentioned in the original story what happened to the younger sister?”

Kael slowly removed his hand from Mabel’s head, who had stopped moving, and nodded.

“Well, the temple probably didn’t keep its promise. The ending is probably obvious, right?”

“It’s realistic, but sad… In the original, Tariq sacrificed his life to save his brother. But in the end, he couldn’t save his brother.”

Kael muttered softly as he recalled Kelia, whom he had seen in Terdam, at the child’s words.

“Maybe it’s just that the curse hasn’t been cured.”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“Nothing. I’m going out now.”

“Be careful not to let anyone find out your identity! You’re wearing high heels, so watch your ankles! And be careful not to let your mask come off!”

Kael, who had a pitch-black mask over his face, disappeared with a hollow laugh. It was the ‘teleportation magic’ he had used when he visited Terdam.

A long-distance teleportation spell that only Kael can use in this world. Mabel looked at where Kael had disappeared and recalled what he had said.

?Teleportation magic? Oh, it’s easy for me. I can go to places I’ve been to once in my past life. Other magicians can’t do it. They probably can’t even imagine being able to travel this distance.?

“Oh my, Kael might really be a villain.”

He’s been reincarnated for a thousand years. He must not be in his right mind. Hugo came to see the child, who was worried about whether his heart, including the morality he had before coming to this world, was okay.

“Miss. The ‘flowers’ that the master spoke of have arrived and I have brought them to the prepared room.”

Mabel approached Hugo, who had just told her that the cursed flower that Kael had spoken of had arrived, and asked him.

“The timing is perfect! Where are you? How are the flowers?”

“It looked like it would wither away at any moment.”

It means that the condition is not good.

“Oh, man. I have to go and give it some water!”

Hugo smiled warmly at Mabel’s voice, which he accepted calmly.

?Soon Mabel’s… friend, ‘Flower’, will be sent to the writer’s backyard. I left the cure in your care, so when she arrives, just let Mabel know.?

To think that you would save my life and give me a friend who would never betray me. As expected, my master may seem cold on the outside, but he is actually very affectionate.

My role is to inform people so that they don’t miss out on the subject of ‘flowers’. Hugo, who is proud of his job satisfaction and delusions, took steps to guide Mabel to the flower, fulfilling his assigned duties.

* * *

– Hey!

-Chaeng!

A forest shrouded in dim light.

In a forest space surrounded by large, dry trees like an iron fence, two men were clashing swords.

A pure white sword and a pure black sword.

A sharp, metallic sound echoed as two different swords clashed.

“Who are you? Why are you attacking us!”

Overly artificial lines flowed from the mouth of the one holding the pure white sword. Even in this space where darkness of a similar color descended as the sword shook with violent movements, the sparkling silver hair and the golden eyes beneath it were clear.

The sound of metal rang out again, and the opponent, who had re-gripped his black sword, answered the line.

“I covet the money hanging from your neck.”

He was resting, and his murky voice seemed to tell of the desire he had. It was greedy and sticky.

“Lars and Tariq’s voice are like that. When you see them in person, it feels like this.”

And Kael, who was watching and listening to the scene from afar, was giving a leisurely comment.

The protagonist, who was chosen by the Holy Sword, has an appearance that was carefully crafted by the gods. Lars’s appearance was extremely beautiful and gave off a sense of strength.

Tariq’s voice, which had been transformed by the poison that Lars had made him drink because he could not win now, had changed to the point where it was impossible to recognize his original voice.

“Well, I don’t even know what your original voice is.”

It was definitely not the husky, low-mid voice he described. It was just a temporary change in voice due to the medication. It was probably not his original voice.

“My colleagues are keeping a close watch.”

Two men.

To be exact, Kael identified the two women behind the blonde Lars.

The one with long brown hair and sky-blue eyes would be Lars’ childhood friend and magician, ‘Cloris de Flora’.

The one with the golden bob and red eyes is Adrina, Lars’ swordsmanship teacher and the one who gave up her position as the captain of the imperial knights.

Before the return, Kael had been in seclusion, refraining from all external activities, so it was his first time seeing the main characters from the original work in one place, and he took in their presence carefully.

How many people will actually be able to meet the characters in their own writing? Kael leisurely looked at the characters he had created in the world that he would see often in the future.

Tariq’s movements were seen to slow down very slowly. If someone who didn’t know he had taken poison saw it, they would have mistaken it as just exhaustion after a long fight.

“… I guess I should get up now.”

Kael raised his body, and at that moment, Tariq’s sword broke and fell to the ground. His body collapsed, and heavy breathing burst out from inside his mask.

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

A hand was extended in place of the pure white sword pointed at the enemy.

“Will you come with me?”

“The hand was roughly struck away,” said Tariq.

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

Lars, who was staring down at his thrown hand, closed his eyes and lifted the pure white sword he had put away. The holy sword. The pure white sword blade, shining even in the darkness, cut through the air.

– Thud!!!

A wall made of purple magic that blocked the sword. However, Lars quickly distanced himself from it, realizing just how solid the magic was with just one touch.

“Ugh…!”

His body collapsed to the floor.

“Whoa-! How did this happen…?”

“Crazy… what kind of magic…!”

Unlike the visible wall of magic, another invisible magic force was pressing Lars’ body down, as well as Cloris and Adrina’s bodies, to the floor.

In that space where everyone’s bodies collapsed.

A leisurely walking figure came forward. A voice came from the figure wearing an ominous crimson robe.

“I have a lot of money.”

A light voice mixed with mischievous playfulness.

A mysterious voice, whether that of a boy or an adult, echoed through the forest.

“I’ve prepared flowers for you too. How about offering your life to me, even if it means dying for that guy?”

flower.

The moment Tariq’s head, which had been weakly lowered toward the floor at those words, turned to face the person who spoke to me.

“Ugh…!”

Lars, who had caught his breath, freed himself from the heavy magical power that had been weighing down his body and swung his holy sword at the newly appeared ‘enemy’.

– Hey!!!

A long handle attached beneath a heavily curved, dark purple blade. The one that stopped the holy sword was a huge scythe. It was a weapon also known as the Death Scythe in this world.

“It’s fatal for someone who is the master of the Holy Sword to attack from behind.”

A sarcastic voice is heard as Lars’ body collapses from an attack that was blocked too easily.

It was a voice that made Lars and his party want to ask, ‘What do you have to say, you who interrupted the duel?’