How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 26



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Episode 26. The Chosen One (2).

The giant door opened, revealing the Chosen Ones: Lars and his two companions.

Three people dressed in pure white, like newly-adult nobles going to their debutante parties.

“How can someone be so beautiful?”

“Is the author truly the chosen one?”

Everyone who saw Lars for the first time exclaimed in admiration, regardless of gender.

Half-blond hair revealed a straight forehead and clear green eyes beneath it. The nobles looked at him as if they were entranced by his beautiful appearance that seemed to have been carefully sculpted by a god.

Among them, there was only one person who looked at Lars calmly. It was Kael, who already knew about this situation.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone’s attention was focused on Lars, he moved to a corner and leaned against the wall, looking at him.

To be exact, the holy sword on his waist.

Originally, weapons were not allowed inside the palace. Nevertheless, the fact that they were displayed like that must have been the Emperor’s intention.

?The Chosen One. Introducing Lars and his companions.?

Also, the two people next to him.

The Emperor must have intentionally categorized Cloris and Adrina as ‘his companions’.

The reason for the separation was to emphasize that the chosen one was Lars, who held the Holy Sword. It was also a kind of warning to the ‘Count Flora House’ that Cloris belonged to and the ‘Count Leone House’ that Adriana belonged to.

Simply put.

‘Don’t be so stubborn about your daughters being with the chosen ones.’

“Your Majesty the Emperor, Your Highness the Emperor.”

In front of me, Emperor Bastian was constantly showing his weaknesses to the point that I wondered if it was okay for an emperor to be like this. But when I saw him like this, I could tell that he was indeed an emperor.

Chloris, a noblewoman. And Adrina, who was also a noblewoman, looked accustomed to banquets. But Lars was clearly showing his awkwardness and nervousness, unable to hide it.

Although he didn’t move around, his green eyes trembled and quickly scanned his surroundings without staying still.

After seeing it, Kael was able to recall the original work that he had read hundreds, thousands of times.

“The Chosen One, Lars, before becoming the master of the Holy Sword, had taken refuge in the Flora Counts’ household. However, as a servant, he felt overwhelmed by the splendor of the Imperial Palace and the numerous nobles and banquet halls.

‘Am I the one who should be here?’

Lars asked himself. At the same time, he remembered.

As he traveled for trials, the sights he encountered most often were not the destruction of the world, but people in despair because there was no tomorrow. People who barely managed to survive from day to day.

‘The nobles always have this kind of luxury….’

Lars shook his head at the thought that followed.

‘No. There must be many nobles who are responsible for their own positions.’

There were those on the streets who held onto hope and moved toward the future. But there were also those who were steeped in darkness. There must certainly be such contrasting people in this splendid space.

As he watched Lars slightly shaking his head, Kael suddenly wondered if he was thinking exactly as he had described in the original.

And at that moment.

Kael felt as if his eyes met with Lars’s, who was shaking his head.

Very. Very. Just a moment.

Because they passed each other by, Kael dismissed the encounter as a coincidence.

“Bright sun of the Empire of Tius. Greetings to His Majesty the noble Emperor.”

Lars walked up to the emperor and bowed down on one knee.

“Raise your head. You are the chosen one.”

As Lars raised his head, a soft smile appeared on the Emperor’s lips.

“I heard you passed the first ordeal given by God.”

“I was lucky.”

“Haha. I think luck is also a skill. This is a place to congratulate you on your achievements. Please enjoy it.”

“thank you.”

A bland reaction.

Lars’ eyes were clear as he was invited to an unwanted banquet without being given anything in return for his congratulations.

“Listen, nobles. The chosen one. Treat Lars as your equal.”

“I obey your orders.”

As the nobles’ voices responded to the Emperor’s command, and applause filled the Hall of Glory, Kael kept his eyes on Lars.

Yeah, he was this kind of ‘main character’.

A good and honest character with only one dream and purpose, to prevent the destruction of the world and save people, like the protagonist of a typical hero story.

Now that the banquet in name only is over, Lars and his colleagues enjoy a banquet and then head to the tavern in the square to have an after-party, ending the day with a naive smile, saying, “Banquets are hard.”

“I have someone I’d like to introduce to you. Can you spare me a moment?”

I was going to do it.

“Who would you like to introduce to me?”

Lars looked up at the Emperor, unable to hide his puzzled expression.

Kael tried to move away from the Emperor’s voice, which could be heard from afar, as a strange sense of unease ran up his spine. However, the Emperor’s voice was a little faster than his movements.

“Yes. I don’t know if you know this, but I would like to introduce you to Viscount Damie.”

As if he had already anticipated that he would be in a corner, Kael met his eyes with the Emperor, who turned his head and showed an unusual gaze to find him, and quietly muttered with his lips.

Damn. Emperor.

You might think that it was okay to be happy that it was a little different from the original, but this episode was just there to give us a break.

What that meant was that even if something changed in this place and this situation, it would be a meaningless change that would not affect the flow of the original story.

Today, he only wanted to see Lars as ‘Count Damier’. Kael, who had no plans to meet him in person, cursed the Emperor with his eyes.

The seat was quickly prepared.

The Hall of Glory. Behind the Emperor’s throne, there was a separate space where only the royal family could rest, hidden behind curtains.

Looking at the space where the food prepared for the banquet was set out separately, Kael could tell that the Emperor had prepared in advance for his meeting with Lars.

“Okay, make yourself comfortable.”

Your Majesty, may I sit comfortably?

Feeling like the words were about to spill out at any moment, Kael sat down and picked up a glass of champagne to moisten his parched throat.

“Victor Damier. As you may have just heard, this is the Chosen One, Lars. The Chosen One. This is Cael du Damier. He is the master of the Viscount Damier House.”

“My name is Cael du Damier.”

“This is Lars.”

The Emperor was pleased with the mere fact that the two were talking. He spoke to Lars without fading his smile.

“I feel sorry for the chosen one, but I have investigated you separately.”

“Are you talking about me?”

“That’s right. I heard a pretty interesting story.”

Interesting story?

Right now, Emperor Bastian probably knows very little about Lars, other than his upbringing and where he lived.

Kael looked at the Emperor.

“You said you admired the strength of the Mercenary King.”

Saying that you admire the strength of the Mercenary King was no different from saying that you admire the strength of Tariq. There was… such a setting.

It wasn’t a particularly important part, so I couldn’t remember it for a moment, but I did put in that setting.

The first victim of the ordeal. The mercenary king Tariq.

Stories of his strength were so common that Lars admired him, as was the rumor that he was crazy about money. Tariq was a commoner who trained himself to become strong.

The reason for including these settings was simple.

In a novel that ends with the death of the main character, a device to make the main character more miserable and pitiful.

The main character kills the person he admired, the person he wanted to meet and fight with someday, and meets his end without even knowing that he killed him.

“You probably wouldn’t know it since you’ve only just arrived in the capital. Recently, Viscount Damier hired a knight escort. That knight is said to be the mercenary king, Tariq.”

Lars’ eyes turned to Kael after hearing the Emperor’s story. His eyes were wide with surprise. Perhaps because of that, his green pupils stood out even more clearly.

“Really?”

“Yes, Tariq is now employed as my knight bodyguard.”

“The Mercenary King said he would be his knight escort? He….”

Lars trailed off and couldn’t finish his speech.

It was obvious.

Because the rumor is spreading like wildfire that Tariq is crazy about money.

“I have a lot of money.”

“Then, by any chance…!”

“Do you need money?”

Knowing what he wanted to say, Kael asked, Lars quickly shook his head in surprise, as if he was about to jump out of his chair.

“No! That’s… that’s… .”

Kael let out a small sigh at her hesitating appearance.

I wrote it myself though.

Of course, the protagonist with this kind of personality was frustrating.

“Lars. You are the chosen one. As His Majesty has said. You will be treated as equals to all nobles. Even if they are of a higher rank than me, such as a count or a duke.”

The point was that this attitude was not good.

“…I will keep that in mind.”

Lars was taken aback by Kael’s words.

“What were you trying to say?”

“If it’s not too much trouble, I was wondering if I could spar with Sir Tariq, the knight-guard of Viscount Damier.”

“I will ask Tariq. If he agrees, I will agree as well.”

“!!! thank you!”

“Haha! It’s really nice to see the two of you together.”

The moment the Emperor spoke, a commotion was heard outside. The Emperor, who had been staring at the hidden curtains, got up.

“I guess I’ll have to go out for a bit. You two are talking.”

The Emperor stepped out of the curtain, and silence fell on the space where the two were left alone. Even in the silence, Kael calmly moistened his throat and sipped the remaining champagne.

The silence was soon broken.

“Um… Viscount Damie.”

It was because Lars called out to Kael with a cry.

At his call, Kael looked at him without answering.

“I heard that Viscount Damier is called the Damier of the future.”

“Well, that’s what they’re called all the time.”

“So, can you tell me what my future holds?”

Lars asked, meeting Kael’s eyes, which even the nobles found difficult to meet.

Kael slowly put down the champagne glass he was holding as he faced the clear green eyes staring back at him.

There were many people who asked me to tell them about money-related business, investments, etc., but there was no one who asked me to tell them about their ‘future’.

He had regressed, and a reincarnation that had never existed before. Mabel had also appeared, so a small seed of doubt began to grow in Kael’s mind.

Unless he didn’t know the exact name of the Damier Countess like Mabel, I wonder if Lars had also changed in a different way than before. Kael opened his mouth.