How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 27



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Episode 27. The Chosen One (3).

“Future Damie is not called Future Damie because she can see the real future.”

After the first ordeal, Lars was not good at hiding his expressions or emotions. In the original work, it was described that ‘after some time had passed, he became quite good at it.’ So Kael observed his reaction after he spoke.

Kael’s vision contained Lars, who was shaking slightly, his eyes shaking, and feeling confused and bewildered.

“I guess I misunderstood. I only heard that you were the future Damier… so I thought you were really seeing the future. I apologize if you offended me.”

A response as if they really didn’t know and a neat apology.

When Lars bowed his head and spoke, Kael felt his breath catch in an instant.

Indeed, speculations have continued since the past that the Viscount Damie could see the future. If not, the great royal family would not want to become friends with a mere Viscount’s bloodline.

The more money you make, the more you earn.

The more your wealth increases, the more it increases.

The speculation gradually faded, but did not disappear completely.

“I am truly sorry.”

When Kael showed no reaction, Lars apologized again.

“it’s okay.”

“Really?”

“yes.”

Only then did Lars raise his head, which had been bowed, and when he met Kael’s clear eyes again, he was able to recall one person.

An innocence that is hard to believe for an adult.

A face that clearly reveals thoughts and emotions.

If you want to be positive, you can say it’s positive, but Lars’ simple personality strangely reminded me of Mabel.

However, the only difference is that Mabel says everything she wants to say.

Personally, aside from his dislike for him, Kael thought it would be good if Lars could maintain his current appearance for a long time. That way, it would help him change the original.

“Hmm… .”

Kael was aware of Lars’ gaze that was blankly staring at him, but he didn’t look at him and picked up the champagne glass he had put down, thinking about it.

What would happen if we leaked a story about the future to the protagonist now? Would this person actually move in a way that would help twist the original story?

It was something you wouldn’t know unless you tried.

In my life before the regression, I never showed myself in front of the protagonist because I didn’t want to touch even the smallest part of the original story.

“Lars.”

“Yes! Your Majesty the Viscount.”

After finishing his worries, Kael called the main character, Lars. At his call, Lars looked at Kael without hiding his joy, like a puppy welcoming a person.

“I don’t have the ability to know the future, so I can’t tell you. But I can give you some advice.”

advice.

Lars blinked in puzzlement at the word.

“Advice…is that what you mean?”

When Lars asked again, Kael nodded slowly. Seeing his nod, Lars let a slight smile appear on his lips.

He wasn’t even smiling brightly. His lips were just forming a round curve, but he looked more handsome than anyone Kael had ever seen.

Kael felt uncomfortable staring at Lars’ smile, which was almost holy, as expected of someone with a face shaped like a god, for too long, so he lightly turned the glass in his hand.

The champagne, which was almost empty, moved as the glass shook.

“Would you like to hear? I’ll warn you in advance that this is not something I’d like to tell you, the chosen one.”

“If you think like that, isn’t that ‘advice’ you would give me? If you tell me, I will listen carefully.”

Kael opened his mouth, feeling that the word “advice” in Lars’ answer stood out particularly.

“Don’t be too blind to the temple.”

Because they only think of you as a tool to hold onto.

Kael swallowed the words he couldn’t say out loud along with the remaining champagne, put down his glass, and looked at Lars, who was still smiling.

Lars, who still had a beautiful smile, but whose smile seemed somehow meaningful, answered Kael’s advice.

“That’s unexpected.”

“What part did you find surprising?”

Kael had to resist the urge to reply with a momentary surprise, because he had expected Lars to simply thank him for his advice.

“It’s not a big deal, but… I heard that you recently brought in a daughter from the temple.”

What was different from what he had expected? Was it because Mabel showed up, or was it because he had adopted a child?

Feeling ashamed of himself for having questions that he couldn’t answer, Kael opened his lips slightly and let out a sound that was almost ridicule.

“I guess you don’t think it’s because you adopted a daughter that you’re saying such things.”

With those words, Kael stood up from his seat. Lars sat down and looked up at him.

Perhaps it was because of the strong lighting, but Kael’s long bangs cast dark shadows, making his purple eyes look even darker.

Kael, whose deep purple and vivid green eyes met each other and whose eyes were covered in green, added a word.

“It is up to you, Lars, to decide whether you will truly listen to what I say or whether you will simply dismiss it as nonsense.”

“Thank you for your advice before, and for the advice now as well.”

There was no answer coming back to Lars.

As if that was the end of his words, Kael turned around without any hesitation. As he was about to open the curtains and go outside, the one who stopped him was the Emperor, Bastian, who had come out after quelling the commotion outside.

“It’s been a while since I’ve attended a banquet. I don’t feel well. Would you allow me to leave first?”

Before the Emperor could open his mouth, Kael spoke first. His tone was polite. But the words inside were, ‘It’s been a long time since you’ve attended a banquet. You’ve been here without saying a word. I’m going now. Don’t hold me back.’

The Emperor, who had listened intently to what Kael wanted to say, did not hide his regret and lightly patted his shoulder.

“I’m sorry to hear that you’re not feeling well. I hope we can spend more time together next time.”

‘If I hold on to him any longer, he’ll run away. I’ll just let him go. But let’s have a long talk about what the two of you talked about next.’

The Emperor’s words, just like his own, had different meanings than what he said.

Kael wondered whether Lars had simply taken this conversation at face value or whether he had understood its true meaning. But he never turned his head.

“Oh, right. There’s a back door on the other side. If you don’t want to run into other people, I recommend going through the back door.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“Haha, I can’t do this much for you. I’ll make sure to tell the others. Don’t worry.”

Don’t you know that saying things like that will only make me more worried?

Kael, who knew that the Emperor would not lie while grumbling quietly inwardly, nodded slightly and was able to pass Lars and exit through the hidden back door.

Before he knew it, the sun had set and a curtain of darkness had fallen over the sky. As the cool night breeze blew, Kael took a deep breath and his gaze briefly turned to the hall that was as bright as day before disappearing from sight.

* * *

After Kael left through the back door, the Emperor did not ask Lars, who sat silently, what he had talked about with Kael or what he had done with him.

“I held the star of this banquet too long.”

Just saying that, he led him back outside. Lars, who was following the Emperor, looked at his back with a meaningful gaze at the Emperor’s expression that seemed to have achieved his goal.

“There are two ladies waiting for you. I hope you will enjoy this banquet with them.”

“thank you.”

After quite some time had passed, the Emperor and Lars showed up, and some people were looking for Viscount Damier, who was not there.

The chosen one, the main character of the banquet. More attention was focused on Lars, and the story of Viscount Damier, who had disappeared without a sound, was quietly disappearing from the people’s minds.

The banquet ended successfully.

No one knows the truth, but after the banquet, this is what was said in the capital.

And at the center of it all was the ’emergence of the Chosen One’. Starting with the nobles, news of the Chosen One spread like wildfire throughout the capital, and wherever one went, one could hear various rumors and stories about the Chosen One.

“Sales of cleaning products such as soap and disinfectants have increased sharply recently.”

After the banquet, a week had passed. Kael, who had returned to his daily life, was in his office in the Damier residence, handling paperwork with his hands while listening to reports from his aide, Hugo.

“In particular, the number of orders from the Imperial Family is considerable. Five days ago, His Majesty the Emperor personally placed an order at the capital branch, and various nobles have also placed orders.”

If it was 5 days ago, it looks like the order was placed right after the banquet was over.

Kael nodded at the Emperor’s movements, which were moving faster than expected. For some reason, it seemed that the nobles were also rushing to buy things after hearing the news that the Emperor was buying them.

It was natural. Since it was something the Emperor himself was moving, it was expected that the nobles would naturally follow suit.

Kael asked Hugo, still looking at the documents as he picked them up.

“What about the quantity?”

“Thanks to the master who ordered us to stock up on sufficient supplies a month in advance, we still have some left.”

“Because soon even the remaining quantity will be insufficient. For the time being, order production to continue at maximum level as it is now.”

“I will make sure to relay this to all branches.”

The reports continued, and when Hugo finished all his reports, Kael lightly snapped his fingers.

– Exactly.

A small but clear sound echoed through the office, and boxes fell from the air and piled up in front of Hugo.

One, two, three… Hugo counted the number of boxes stacked up and said when no boxes fell.

“Can I pass this on to the employee?”

The number of boxes that fell from the sky was equal to the number of servants working in the Damier Manor.

In this way, whenever there was a major anniversary or celebration in the Empire, my master would give Hugo gifts to be given to the servants of the Damier family.

Of course, my master said that this was not a gift but a kind of bribe. But the thoughts of the servants who received the gift he gave were different.

“Yes. And tell them to pay attention to personal cleanliness and hygiene.”

In addition, Hugo could easily tell what was in the box. Among the items on the top. Cleaning supplies that my master had purchased with his own money.

The atmosphere in the capital city has been almost festive lately, as the Chosen One has appeared. It was only natural, as the one who would take away the prophecy of destruction had appeared.

I thought it was a gift prepared for him. But when Hugo, who was concerned about the ‘cleanliness’ that was constantly mentioned, was about to ask my master, “What’s going on?”

– Knock knock.

“Ka-el-!”

Mabel came to Kael’s office.