How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 16



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Episode 16. Idea appears.

Lars looked at the person who had said such shameless words and smiled. He was afraid that he might provoke the other person with his rash words. Also, he was already tired of fighting the ‘greedy one’.

No, even if he wasn’t tired, it was a fact that anyone present could easily predict that the ‘present’ self would not be able to overcome the one in front of him.

“…Who are you?”

Slowly putting down the swords he had been holding against each other, Lars carefully stepped back, one step at a time, and asked about his opponent’s identity.

At his question, the figure wrapped in a crimson robe moved, revealing the face beneath the robe.

It doesn’t even reflect light.

A black mask of unknown material. Even the open eye area was covered with a black film, making it impossible to tell what color existed underneath.

“me?”

The voice asking back was still playful and had a mysterious resonance.

Did your voice tremble because you were wearing a mask?

Lars nodded slowly.

“Hmm. What should I say?”

A voice hummed as if singing, and the head of the person wearing a crimson robe was tilted excessively to the side.

“Yes. ‘We’ are those who wish for the destruction of the world. Or so you might say.”

“…You wish for destruction?”

“I mean, this world is just too….”

So so …

The voice that spat out words that flowed out endlessly like curses was filled with disgust and hatred unlike before, making Lars flinch and shiver.

The other two people who heard that voice. Cloris and Adrina also turned pale in an instant.

A hatred of unknown depth. And the hatred came so clearly.

“I… hate it so much.”

With those last words, he bowed.

“Okay, can you answer me now?”

“… … .”

But the person he was questioning was unable to answer. His head was helplessly on the floor. His body, barely maintaining its balance, was shaking as if it would collapse at any moment.

“Did I delay this for too long?”

Contrary to his words, the gestures of those who were called ‘those who wish for destruction’ were extremely leisurely. Tariq’s limp body floated into the air.

“for a moment…!”

“Oh, when you call us, just call us ‘Idea.’”

– Mate.

With a single light clap, the purple wall and the death side disappeared. The two figures also disappeared without a trace.

As if there was nothing from the beginning.

The land that had been shaken by a fierce battle. Only the ground where the huge weapon had been placed was hollowed out, leaving traces.

“idea….”

Lars muttered softly, and the voices of his colleagues followed his words.

“You clearly said ‘we’… Are you saying there are other people like that…?”

“… It is clear that the worst opponent has appeared.”

Lars stared into space at the sound of the voice.

“The one who wishes for the destruction of the world…?”

Once again his voice rang out, and his gaze, staring into space, seemed to be looking into the distance.

A vain wind blew through the empty space.

* * *

“Ha… It’s not as comfortable as I thought.”

‘Idea’, wearing a crimson robe and a mask, appeared in one of the rooms of the Damie family.

Idea took off her mask, letting out a gasp.

Kael du Damier roughly swept his sweaty hair that was stuck to his forehead and neck with his hand, and took off the mask that Tariq was wearing.

“Kael!!!”

Mabel, who had been waiting in the room before the two men showed up, confirmed his appearance and called out to him. But the sound of him gasping for breath followed.

This was because Tariq’s face, unmasked, was covered in black blood.

Black blood. It was evidence that he had been poisoned and meant that his condition was not good.

Despite Mabel’s call and the black blood on his hands, Kael took off his mask and placed his finger under Tariq’s nose.

There was still some breathing left. Kael, who confirmed this, gathered water in the air and poured the resulting mass onto Tariq’s face.

“Cough…!!!”

“What are you doing to the patient…!!!”

Mabel screamed with a new scream at his antics. However, Tariq’s face, which had been caked with blood due to his antics, was washed away a little by friction with the water, and he spat out new black blood from his mouth.

Kael, who had laid him on the bed, turned his head away so that the blood he was spitting out would not block his airway before turning his gaze to Mabel.

“Flowers?”

“He’s asleep. It’ll probably take a while for him to wake up.”

“…your body?”

The curse that the flower had was not a curse that had been around for a day or two. No matter how strong Mabel’s divine powers were and how much she was a reincarnation, her body was that of an eight-year-old child.

In response to the question that concerned her, Mabel rolled up her sleeves and approached Kael.

“I’m completely fine!!!”

Despite being said to be fine, Mabel’s complexion was paler than usual, and there were faint shadows under her eyes.

“Shouldn’t we treat Tariq too? He must have drunk the poison the temple gave him.”

The poison that could only be cured by divine power had already spread far and wide, causing him to vomit black blood, burning the inside of his body, and rotting it away.

It was a treatment that only he could provide.

The child took a deep breath and placed his small hand on Tariq’s chest, and a pure white light flowed out from his small hand and enveloped Tariq’s body.

The light that seemed to flow with divine energy just by looking at it slowly but surely began to seep into Tariq’s body, and after some time, Tariq’s eyelids fluttered.

A blurry vision that showed only white light. He felt a small hand patting his chest.

“… younger brother… my younger brother is… .”

With a cracked and hoarse voice, the first thing he looked for was his brother. His body was only slightly detoxified. He still needed to receive more divine power to completely remove the poison.

“Your brother is fine. So, Tariq, let’s start by treating your body.”

“Starting with my younger brother….”

I need to check if my brother is alive.

His heart was strong, and he could not bring himself to shake off the small hand, so he tried to raise his body.

At that moment.

– Bam!

He fell back to the ground after feeling a strong impact on his head.

“Kaiel!!! A patient!!! A patient!!!”

“I just let you lie still because you’re a patient.”

“really!!!”

“You’re taking your anger out on the person who helped you.”

“Isn’t this just venting my anger?!”

Feeling the voices growing increasingly distant, and feeling quite right, Tariq lost consciousness once again.

It took a long hour to detoxify the poison he had swallowed. The black blood he had been spitting out intermittently had taken on a reddish hue, his skin that had been rotting away into a dark blue had regained its color, and his breath, which had been so faint it seemed as if it would stop, was flowing out steadily, though raggedly.

“… Chi, treatment is over…”

Mabel’s body leaned back as she took her hands off Tariq’s chest.

– Bam.

The palm that supports such a small body.

Mabel turned her head and looked at the owner of the palm that supported her body. Mabel smiled faintly and raised her thumb toward Kael, who hadn’t even taken off his robe, but then closed her eyes as if she had lost all her energy.

Kael looked back and forth between the child and Tariq on the bed covered in blood from the treatment, then sighed.

He put the robes that were clinging to the floor and the masks that were thrown on the floor into this space, lifted the two who were in deep sleep into the air, and went out of the room.

“Hugo.”

He came out of the room and called his aide’s name, and Hugo appeared immediately.

“You called, Master.”

Kael couldn’t hide his tired gaze at the old gentleman who was giving him a kind smile.

This butler, who has been by my side since birth and is so capable that I can’t even cut it, shows up anywhere in the house when I call him.

All of the servants of the Damie family have been bound by the ‘oath’ for generations. If they carelessly reveal what is happening within the family, they will pay the price with their lives.

Even if it was a pledge with his life as collateral, those who were meant to break it would break it, and those who were meant to betray would betray, so Kael was careful about his actions even within the bard’s household.

“Did you finish work well?”

Even if he didn’t hear a sound, the smell of blood must have been terrible. Kael shook his head internally at Hugo’s unconcerned appearance.

He was a blind general butler and assistant who had been reincarnated for a thousand years but was incomprehensible.

Hugo looked at Mabel and another figure floating behind him and asked Kael.

“Is the person you are seeing behind you your master’s escort knight?”

It was a question that brought back memories of Kael’s previous words about bringing an escort knight.

“okay.”

Hugo still smiled at the short, cold answer. He didn’t ask who he was or where he had come from.

Kael handed the two over to him.

“It’ll take a while for both of you to wake up. I’ll leave the cleanup to you.”

“If the master commands, everything.”

Hugo’s expression was incredibly calm as he held Mabel in one arm and carried Tariq, who was larger than him, with the other arm.

“…Isn’t it heavy?”

“If you are the butler of the Damie family. If you are the master’s assistant, shouldn’t you do this much?”

Kael let out another sigh at the returned answer and turned away without saying anything more, and Hugo asked from behind him.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to look at houses.”

“Are you talking about home?”

“Okay. I’ll go.”

Kael disappeared from the hallway of the Damier estate. It was a teleportation spell.

Looking down the empty hallway, Hugo quickly moved towards Mabel, who was writhing slightly in his arms.

It was a virtue not to ask anything, and his steps were light and silent, which he thought was the attitude he should have as a butler and assistant.

* * *

Tariq was dreaming.

I couldn’t figure out why I was having this dream now.

In the dream, he was a young boy, and next to him was his younger brother, who had shiny silver hair and clear blue eyes, unlike his dull gray hair.

Not a single lily, like a single flower.

I lost too early.

‘Stella’, who resembled a star.

“Oppa!!!”

My younger brother, whom I can no longer see. My younger brother, whom I have not seen even once in my dreams since ‘that day’. He smiled brightly at me like he always does.