How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 17



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Episode 17. Tariq (1).

Tariq.

He did not live in the town of pleasure and pleasure, Terdam, from the beginning.

In a village that was just desperately poor.

Born into a desperately poor family.

He was just an ordinary boy.

The only good thing is that his parents know how to read and write. Tariq also learned how to read and write, so he was able to work early and help out at home.

“Knock knock-. Knock knock, brother…?”

“Stella? Do you want to go for a walk? Do you want me to help you?”

He had a younger brother who was quite a bit older than him.

A weak child who has difficulty going out of the house, let alone working, due to his weak health. A child I have to protect.

My parents’ income was not enough to cover the cost of my younger brother’s medicine.

My parents, the authors of the book, used to say that if I hadn’t earned enough money, they would have abandoned my younger sister long ago.

He said it quietly so that his younger brother wouldn’t hear.

Tariq gradually began to look for work that would earn him more money, and that is when he came across mercenary work.

The mercenary job of swinging a sword and taking on various tasks suited him well, and he gradually began to become a famous mercenary.

“Stella. My brother might not be able to come in for a day because of a request.”

“Stella. This time, for about a week… .”

“Stella. Can you be alone for a month or so?”

The period of time spent away from home gradually increased.

At first, it was difficult to tell her that I was leaving, but even that gradually became familiar.

Stella, who knew that he was risking his life for her, could not complain and asked to be with him. She could only smile and tell him to take care as she saw him off.

“Stella! If you receive the reward for this quest, let’s go to a new house. I have the money I’ve been saving up. If you move to a better environment, your body will be healthier.”

“Brother. If you don’t go… will that be okay?”

“I want my brother to be comfortable in a better environment. I’ll only be accepting this one request, and I won’t be accepting any more requests for a while, so can you bear with it a little longer?”

But even Tariq was not unaware of his younger brother’s feelings.

Every time I say I’m going on a mission.

Every time I see the wounds on my body increasing one by one.

How could I not know when I met those blue eyes shining with tears?

But I’m doing it for my little brother.

Just a little more.

He patted his brother’s head and left, feeling as if he could reach out and grab that goal of taking his brother to a better environment than this one.

Not knowing that it would be the last.

Tariq, who returned home with the money he received as a commission, looked for his younger brother first. While he was commissioning, his younger brother, who had first caught him, kept appearing in his mind. He also had a large doll that he had been holding back, even though his younger brother wanted to take it.

“Stella?”

“Mercenary King!!! Our son!!!”

“How much did you earn this time? Show me!”

“…where is Stella?”

When I started making a lot of money as a mercenary.

The authors, who were parents who had barely managed to give up what they were doing, reached out for the money bag. Tariq swatted the hand away and went to find his younger sister, Stella.

How many times have I toured a small house that I could easily see without having to walk a few steps? How many times have I toured it?

There was no sign of shiny silver hair, a different color from her own dull hair.

The familiar coughing sound. The voice that would wake me up and call my name whenever I came. I couldn’t hear it.

“Because you came so late this time, Stella was sent to Terdam. Silver hair is rare, isn’t it? They paid a high price for that sick child.”

“If Stella Ko had just told us where the money you had hidden was, we wouldn’t have done this! Son, I’ve lost a little bit of light this time. Would you lend me some money?”

Through Tirak’s ears came the humming, pleading voices of those who were too eager to even mention it as their parents.

How long has it been since I was away from home?

3 months?

No, 4 months?

No. This time it was six months.

“When… when did you take Stella to Terdam?”

He grabbed the man by the collar as he reached for his money bag.

“Keuk-! Money, money, if you give me, k, k. I’ll tell you.”

Charuruk-!

His bloodshot eyes sparkled with greed as he groaned with a sore throat.

Tariq threw his bag on the floor.

The pocket burst with great force, and shiny gold and silver coins scattered across the floor.

“say.”

“Three months, son. Oh, look at all these sparkly things. How lovely!”

The answer came from the woman.

The man he was holding was already foaming at the mouth and had long since passed out. Tariq threw the man to the floor and ran out of the house.

Three months, three months, can that little child survive in Terdam?

Negative, ominous thoughts filled my head.

Tariq, who tried hard to shake off his thoughts, headed straight for Terdam. He rode his horse day and night without stopping. When he arrived in Terdam, he stopped and asked anyone who passed him.

“Do you know Stella? She’s a girl about twelve years old with silver hair and blue eyes. No, she looks like she’s about ten years old.”

How many times have I been asking about my younger brother?

A woman approached him, claiming to know the child in question. She was a woman with dark green eyes.

“Are you talking about the girl who always has a cough? With short silver hair that reaches her shoulders. With blue eyes like yours?”

“Where are you? Tell me right now.”

“…Follow me.”

Tariq followed the woman who moved cautiously towards the back mountains of Terdam.

He walked, trying to straighten his knees, which looked like they might break at any moment.

“In Therdam… many children and adults die every day. There are no facilities to manage them… .”

Unfortunately, the whispering voice was not heard.

The stench of decay stung my nostrils, and the flies swarmed my body and face without covering them, but I walked until I found a deep pit filled with those who had already lost their vitality.

Tariq entered the pit.

In that crowded and tangled space, Tariq could recognize his brother at a glance.

I swatted away the maggots crawling on her pure white skin and hugged her limp body, her small body that was already cold and stiff and had no warmth.

“Stella. Oppa is here. Stella… Stella. Please… No. I have to go to the new house with Oppa. And the doll you wanted. Oppa bought it. Huh? I have to scold Oppa for buying something like this. And then I have to hug him quickly. Wake up. Stella… Wake up. Wake up!!!”

This wasn’t it.

This little kid.

This child was born weak, just to be born.

What’s wrong?

What crime did I commit?

She was a child who would smile beautifully as if she had the world at her fingertips just by taking a short walk in front of her house.

He was a child who knew how to say sorry for being sick and for making others suffer, but also how to say thank you.

?Oppa. I really like my oppa because he is my oppa.?

?My parents… um… they must have had a hard time because of me. Hehe. I just wish my brother didn’t hate his parents so much.?

?Brother Tariq. Here I am. Do you have a dream? I will write a fairy tale. I can write and read. I drew pictures while you were away! It’s my first work. I’ll give it to you as a gift.?

He was a child who had dreams.

“My brother… was wrong. Okay? Stella… I’m not going anywhere anymore… .”

A small pendant necklace dangled from Tariq’s neck.

Yes. He hugged my little brother and kept talking to him, sobbing for a long time.

Tariq picked up his brother and carried him out of the pit.

“excuse me…!!!”

Ignoring the voice calling from behind, he wrapped the robe he was wearing around Stella’s body and left Terdam.

Stella was buried in a beautiful location quite a distance from Therdam.

After that, Tariq killed my parents with his own hands.

He was wandering around Terdam, wondering if there was any trace of his brother in Terdam. While he was doing so, he noticed a child who looked a lot like his brother in Terdam.

The child’s name was Lily.

He said that his body was cursed and he couldn’t even move easily.

He said that divine power was needed for healing.

“I’ll take care of Lily. I’ll help you.”

The woman who told me where Stella was. Kelia said she was one of the candidates for the position of administrator of Terdam. She said that if she became the administrator, she would protect Lily.

“Why… .”

“Because I feel sorry for you.”

Not for any grand reason, but simply out of pity. That’s why Tariq accepted Kelia’s help.

A priest who could control divine power was needed. Because his body was cursed, he had difficulty moving, so he had to be brought all the way to Terdam.

This required a huge amount of money, and Tariq accepted any commission that would make him money.

He didn’t care what people around him called him, whether it was ‘the money-crazy mercenary king’ or ‘a man who would sell his soul for money.’

“Brother Tariq. I’m fine. So…”

It may be that healing Lily was only his own desire. Lily may not want to continue her life filled with pain by using the divine power of the priest who had been summoned several times at great expense.

But I didn’t want to regret it twice.

It was meant to be saved, and it was meant to be protected.

This time, definitely.

“Another younger sibling. You have to protect them, right? It’s a promise.”

Tariq opened his eyes as he heard the voice he had longed for whispering affectionately.

* * *

A strange ceiling.

Tariq blinked as he looked at the ceiling of the room that was even more luxurious than the one of the best rooms in Terdam that Kelia, who had become the manager of Terdam, had given him and Lily to stay in.

My head was in disarray.

He clearly drank the poison given by the priest and swung his sword at the owner of the Holy Sword to become the first sacrificial lamb for the trial.

After that, after I rejected the offer that the Master of the Holy Sword gave me, this one appeared while I was waiting for the end.

He is quite strong. The words of someone with such strength that even he himself could not measure up to what he thought he had…

“Huh?! You’re awake!!!”

While he was calmly sorting out the situation, Tariq turned his head at the sound of a voice. Fluffy pink hair and clear purple eyes set within round eyes.

He was a young child who looked to be about six or seven years old.

And the child who healed me, who clearly comes to mind even in my occasionally fragmented memories.

“Hi!!! I’m Mabel!!!”

A child greeted him brightly. Tariq was taken aback by Mabel’s voice.

Children of the same age as this child who saw himself, who could never be called innocent, always reacted by being scared or crying. This was because this was the first time he had encountered such a reaction.

“… Uh… um. Okay.”

An awkward, almost frozen voice came out of his mouth.