How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 42



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Episode 42. The positive function of clichés (1).

After Cloris visited the Damier Manor and wrote to Kael as a favor and ended the conversation that she called a threat, Kael gave Hugo a sudden schedule along with the order to prepare various herbs and remaining soaps handled by the Damier Manor that she had requested.

Hugo, who rarely added any extra details to the orders he usually gave or the words he spoke, nodded his head to the order that was given without any explanation and stopped moving as the story of the schedule that followed continued.

“You’re going with me, young lady?”

These days, people in and outside of the capital tend to refrain from going out. This is because rumors are spreading among the people that an unknown disease with no name is spreading.

The fact that the disease broke out even in the capital, which was arguably the most quarantined in the empire, meant that other regions were just as, if not more, severely affected.

It was not that he was not worried about his master either. If he had been someone who did not say that he was worried, he would have said something, but Hugo was confident that he knew his master well.

It would be dangerous if he went. Why didn’t he just not go? Even if he had told her, she could clearly see the reaction he would get.

?If you’re going to talk nonsense, get out.?

Since he had been an elusive man even before he became a viscount, Hugo had no doubt that he would return to the viscount’s house in good health.

That was actually the case.

But the young lady was different. She was smaller and more delicate than her peers, and she preferred to stay at home rather than go out.

?The young lady seemed to be afraid of adults, especially men.?

These were the words Lily had said to Hugo when she returned from going out with Mabel to buy a present for Kael, and they were the words that gave them an answer to their vague concerns about why their young lady didn’t like going out.

A young lady like that is going out with her master? And in such a bad… no, rather, bad situation?

“Yeah. Mabel will be going out too.”

When his master’s answer to his question came back, Hugo looked back on what had happened in the writer’s house that day and the orders his master had given to find the answer himself.

Count Flora’s daughter, Youngae, suddenly appears.

The young lady, who seemed to have something to say to her master, who seemed to be feeling uneasy after she left, opened her mouth as if she had something to say, and then returned to her room with a small sigh.

A place to go out, stocked with herbs and soap.

“Is Lady Flora going with you too?”

“But that’s true.”

If it was the daughter of Count Flora, she was a wizard skilled in white magic, including healing magic, so all the puzzles were definitely solved, even if her exact name was not known.

“No.”

“what?”

“The young lady went there….”

What would you do if you caught an infectious disease?

Kael narrowed his eyes as he realized the words he couldn’t say in the slurred words. Hugo belatedly began to speak as if making excuses, looking at the deep amethyst eyes that were focused on him through the narrowed eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Master. I’m sure you wouldn’t let your young lady be in danger. But isn’t there such a thing as a one-in-a-million chance in this world?”

No matter what preparations are made, disease is something that sneaks in through small gaps that people cannot see.

That’s why illness was so scary.

Hugo hoped his master would take that into consideration and back off from his plans with the young lady, but Kael would not back down from his words.

“I understand your concerns, but this is something Mabel wanted.”

“You yourself… are you saying that?”

“okay.”

Of course, the truth was that Kael had asked Mabel for help. But since she hadn’t refused, I think it was okay to say that Mabel had wanted it, so Kael responded indifferently.

Hugo remained silent for a moment, his expression deep in thought at his answer.

“Just get out.”

“…yes.”

As my aide left with a short answer, Kael leaned back in his chair with a languid sigh.

I knew what my aide was thinking by now.

There is no way that the master I serve would have told Miss Mabel to come with me. Then, did the young lady of Count Flora’s house, who visited today, breathe something into me?

The question that kept going on and on would soon yield an answer that was very close to the correct answer.

He never broke his own schedule. He even had a schedule scheduled for tomorrow where he had to visit Damie in person.

Since my periodic visits to the upper part of Damier occurred at most once every quarter or once every six months, Hugo must have wondered why I had made a schedule to spend time with the daughter of Count Flora.

“Cloris de Flora used Mabel as an excuse to move me. That’s about it.”

When we had that conversation, I hope you remember that Mabel, who was there with me, saw it and insisted on going with me.

Hugo was by no means a stupid man.

But the cliché of ‘delusion’ he had about himself was so huge and unstoppable that he firmly believed that he was not the kind of person who would do something like that.

“It’s quite useful in times like this.”

The way Kael returned what he received from Cloris was also a method that used this cliché.

Mabel has the cliché of parenting, and those in this world would naturally feel affection for her.

Even Mabel was quite similar to Lars in many ways. What if a child who resembled the person you liked and who was in danger because of you?

Kael remembered her guilt that he had seen in passing. Does a blackmailer have to reveal his own weaknesses to be effective?

The lips twisted, and a breath of air bordering on ridicule escaped through the gap.

“At least you’ll be in a lot of mental anguish.”

After all, Mabel was a saint.

That child, who possessed the power to save anyone as long as he could breathe, was the one who was safer from this disaster than anyone else in the world.

Also, I thought I’d take this opportunity to see if the greater the role played by someone in the original, the greater the impact of clichés on irregulars like myself and Mabel.

“…by the way….”

Kael sighed as he looked at the pile of documents on his desk. Normally, these documents could have been processed within two or three days. If it weren’t for the sudden schedule change, that is.

“As expected, mental anguish isn’t enough.”

Kael, who had to work overtime against his will, picked up his pen again, reliving the anger that wasn’t anger towards Cloris.

While he was furiously working on his paperwork, Mabel was confronted by Hugo, who had come to find her.

“Miss… .”

Mabel, who was stuffing her cheeks with the dessert she hadn’t been able to enjoy properly due to the conversation between Kael and Cloris, looked at Hugo with a puzzled look.

“Hugo, are you crying?”

That was understandable, because there were tears in Hugo’s eyes as he called her.

“It is dangerous outside the capital at the moment. Would you please reconsider going out with your master?”

Seeing Hugo speak with the attitude that he would kneel if necessary, Mabel wanted to run to Kael and ask him right away.

What on earth did you say?!

– Gulp.

Mabel blinked and opened her mouth, swallowing the dessert that was filling her mouth.

“Uh… Well, since we’ve already made a decision, I don’t think we can change the schedule. As Hugo said, it’s dangerous outside, so Lily and Tariq won’t be going together either.”

Unlike her previous flustered appearance, Mabel continued speaking in a relatively calm and resolute tone.

“So, I’ll leave it to Hugo to take care of the two of you and the people of the Viscount’s family who will remain. And Kael will come with you, right? Hugo knows, but if Kael didn’t have a proper plan, he would have said no one hundred percent!”

“I know that, but….”

It was the first time I felt so sorry that I couldn’t tell anyone that I had divine powers.

Mabel! Why can’t you tell me that you have such great divine powers that the plague can’t touch me!?

Of course, it’s because of Kael who foresaw all of this!

Oh my, my fate…!

“I’ll prepare well and go, and be careful when I go out. I’ll be careful again!!!”

Mabel was speaking to Hugo, grumbling inwardly while smiling on the outside.

Hugo looked at the little girl who was worried about the servants of the author, including Lily and Tariq, and took out a handkerchief from his bosom and dabbed his eyes.

Yes, anything more than this was nothing short of melodrama. This young lady was also upright, and as the butler of the Damie family and the Count’s aide, she could not display any more shameful behavior.

“Understood. I will guard this burial site while waiting for you two to return.”

Hugo, who had put the wet handkerchief back into his bosom, took a deep breath and put on a solemn expression.

“We will do our best to prepare so that you can stay safe outside.”

“Huh? That… that’s right!!!”

Although she couldn’t tell what on earth he was going to prepare, Mabel was satisfied that he had regained his energy and was delighted that she would once again be able to enjoy the desserts that the self-made chef, who had been improving his skills by the day, had made for her, something she would not be able to enjoy for a while.

The next day. Even though the morning was bright, Mabel, who had prepared a hearty breakfast for the busy Kael, was led by Lily’s hand to see what Hugo had prepared.

A robe with a pure white and fluffy texture, enchanted with cleansing and protection magic. Gloves with the same cleansing magic, and a hair net that could tie the hair together. That wasn’t the end of it.

A mask and goggles that cover everything from the nose to the mouth. Mabel, who had heard that the bag she was carrying had an expansion spell that contained disinfectant wipes, soap, and even spares for all the aforementioned items, put them all on.

By the way, the one who put the magic on the item Mabel was wearing was Kael, who was working overtime.

“… Hello. Kael.”

“… Did it snow in the capital?”

“…Who hit Kael?”

After everyone had finished their preparations, Kael and Mabel met in front of the bard. Kael told Mabel, who was wrapped in white from head to toe, that she was going to give Kael some words of encouragement, as his already dark circles under his eyes had gotten even darker.

“Master, please hold on tight to Miss Mabel!”

Hugo urged him as he placed Mabel in Kael’s arms, and his voice sounded like he would protest that he wouldn’t be able to let Mabel go if he were to put her down, so Kael moved to the entrance of the capital while holding Mabel in his arms.

“Your Majesty.”

“Hello! Sister!”

Not long after the two arrived at the entrance of the capital, Cloris’s voice was heard faintly, and Mabel was seen in Kael’s arms, greeting her with a bright voice, and her staff fell to the ground.