How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 43
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Episode 43. The positive function of clichés (2).
“Hey, Mabel?”
Cloris called out the name of the child who had greeted her, stammering, without even thinking about picking up the cane she had dropped on the floor.
“huh!”
Chloris’s clear, aqua-blue eyes rippled like a stone thrown into a calm river at this unusually clear answer to the question of visiting a village where the plague had spread.
Although she wanted to immediately ask if he was crazy or sane for bringing a child to a place where we were going, Cloris barely managed to swallow her words and instinctively closed her eyes to hide the trembling in her eyes and took a deep breath.
After taking a few deep breaths, Cloris opened her eyes again and her watery eyes had regained their calmness.
“Why on earth is Mabel here? With the Viscount? Even if you don’t like what I asked, how could you possibly be thinking of bringing the child…?”
“I didn’t bring you here. And what you did, Young-ae, wasn’t a request but a threat?”
Kael cut off Cloris and answered her with an indifferent gaze.
The darker-than-usual shadows around his eyes made his mood even more ominous, as if he was also letting on that he was not happy with the current situation.
She met Kael’s eyes looking at her without avoiding them, and just before sparks flew between the two sets of gazes, Mabel grabbed Kael’s robe and said.
“I said I wanted to go with Dad!”
The only part of the robe that Mabel could pull on while holding was the hat covering his head, and the robe that had been slightly covering his face fell down to Kael’s eyes, blocking his vision.
Speak nicely! Please!
Mabel did it as a protest to Kael, and Kael also realized what Mabel was trying to say.
But a third party who didn’t know their true circumstances. Cloris was different. To her, Mabel’s appearance seemed to be telling her and Kael, ‘Don’t fight!’
Her spirit, which would not have been strange if she had said something rude at any moment, suddenly subsided.
“Mabel… .”
Cloris approached Kael.
Cloris, bending over Mabel, who was in Kael’s arms, whispered.
“The place your Majesty and I are going from now on is a dangerous place. Many people will be hurting, and you will see scary and horrifying scenes.”
Her voice was gentle and soft, but the meaning of the words it spoke was not the same.
The sight she was about to face was not the peaceful scenery she usually saw, like a grandmother warning a disobedient child that a tiger was coming to get him.
“Young-ae. I don’t think that’s something you should say to a child.”
As Kael returned the hat that Mabel had pulled down, he spoke bluntly. She straightened her bent back and picked up her cane that was rolling around on the floor, answering.
“I don’t think your Majesty has given Mabel proper instructions on where we should go. I wonder what the Adoption Service would say if they found out.”
Cloris was clearly being sarcastic as she spoke, dusting off the dirt from her delicately carved staff of white wood, and adding another threat.
If the adoption agency finds out that you are taking your adopted child to a dangerous area, they will hold you accountable in some way. I can tell the adoption agency about this.
“I… know it well.”
A little late, Mabel let out a small voice.
He knew that Cloris’s words, which were filled with warning, were clearly meant to send him back, so he held back his words, thinking that it would be better to remain silent rather than respond.
Cloris’s threats to Kael made Mabel restless.
It was perfectly understandable for her, who didn’t know the details, to misunderstand herself as a well-bred young lady and to be sarcastic towards Kael.
And who would react positively to taking a child to a place where there was an epidemic? I understood, so I kept quiet, but that was not what I said next.
How I met Kael.
How did I meet these people who are so incredibly affectionate towards me? How… How can they say such things so casually? Even if you don’t know the inside story, there are things you can say and things you shouldn’t say.
“Many sick people came to the temple where I was.”
Mabel had already witnessed that scenery, which she had only seen on TV or on her cell phone in her previous life and which seemed like a story from a faraway land that had nothing to do with her.
The temple of Janus where he was located did anything that could make money, and as soon as he was old enough to walk and speak, albeit awkwardly, the first thing he did, along with cleaning, was to assist the priests in curing the sick.
If the child had divine powers, he wouldn’t get sick or catch anything.
At first, she vomited and cried at the sight of the cruel sight and the terrible smell, but helping with the work was the only time Mabel could get out of the room.
That’s why I stubbornly tried to adapt.
“I have taken care of sick people with my father many times. I have seen people who were very sick and injured and died quickly. I knew that was the place I had to go, but I wanted to help my father, so I wanted to go with him.”
Even though he used himself as a means of blackmail, I tried to understand even though it was upsetting because I knew it was for the sake of those who were suffering and would suffer.
Kael said he was taking her with him because he wanted to return the favor, but there must have been another ulterior motive… no, there must have been a reason.
Even if he hadn’t suggested it first, since things had come to this, he would have said he would go first.
I had no intention of joining in on Kael’s tantrum.
If Cloris kept acting like this, he couldn’t just sit still.
?Revenge? This is just a mild tantrum. Anyway, if I had to say something, Cloris felt guilty.?
?Why? Well, I wonder. Maybe it’s because you and Lars are both loved by God. Maybe it’s because your appearance reminds me of him.?
When Mabel asked how taking her could be revenge on Cloris, she remembered what Kael had said.
“I think it’s because of me….”
Lars trailed off with a sullen expression, wondering how he would react if his precious person was threatened by Lars’s weakness.
“No. It’s not because of Mabel, it’s because of Mabel… It’s because of this…”
A gloomy expression. Was the self-reproachful words the right answer? Cloris stammered, showing an embarrassed expression.
It was difficult to find the right words to say, as there was something Mabel had said before.
At that point, Mabel didn’t seem to understand the conversation between her and the Count. It was a conversation that was held while hiding the original meaning that would have been difficult for a child of that age to understand.
Cloris really didn’t know that Mabel thought it was because of her. Even if she did, she thought that those around her would correct her and say it wasn’t because of her.
As Mabel buried her face in Kael’s arms, Cloris looked at Kael, who still had an unwavering, indifferent expression.
“My daughter says she doesn’t want to talk to Yeong-ae any more.”
“… Viscount Damier.”
Even if she is not your biological daughter, if your child is thinking like this, shouldn’t you correct her? What on earth is this man…!
“Was the story about the urgency a lie? It seems like quite some time has passed.”
“… Let’s go. Mabel too.”
“I didn’t know, but you insist on saying the obvious.”
What if Mabel gets sick? No, rather than worrying about the child you’ve only just met for the third time, focus on what needs to be done right now. Cloris de Flora.
Cloris swallowed a sigh and steeled herself.
Even as we are having this conversation, someone might be struggling to survive due to the pandemic.
“I left a carriage waiting outside the main gate.”
“The village we were visiting was called Whidin, about an hour away by carriage.”
“yes that’s right.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in town in an hour.”
Before he could ask what that meant, Kael, who hadn’t picked up Mabel, took out his wand from his empty arms.
Kael moved his hand, lightly gripping the thin, pitch-black staff that barely exceeded the span of his hand, in stark contrast to Chloris’s pure white, tall staff.
The tip of the staff moved gracefully along with his movements, sending out purple magic energy.
The meticulous lines of consistent thickness moved and piled up to create complex patterns, and Kael spoke to Chloris.
“Oh, right. My daughter is not a greenhouse flower like Yeong-ae. She is a seed that sprouted even from ashes.”
– Teleport.
The initiating words to activate the completed spell flowed from his mouth, and the spell floating in the air enveloped Kael and Mabel in a bright light.
Cloris blinked, blankly staring at the place where the two people had disappeared in an instant.
Teleportation was one of those tricky spells that even the palace magicians had difficulty handling. It was difficult to move with others, even if it was just one person. It was absurd that the spell could be used so easily.
Even holding Mabel.
His appearance reminded them of the Idea who had taken the first greedy person they had come across a while ago, but the color of his magic was different.
The idea was a dark purple magical power that looked ominous just by looking at it, and the magical power that Kael saw was a clear purple magical power. Just like Mabel’s eyes.
The color of magic is innate.
Never, could it be changed.
If there was anyone who could change it, it would have been known long ago.
Cloris, who had completely eradicated the buds of doubt that had raised their heads, concluded that just as she was exceptionally good at white magic, Kael was also exceptionally good at movement magic, and without further delay, she took a step forward.
“…Who are you calling a greenhouse plant?”
The last words he left behind. My daughter. I muttered those words without realizing it, warning me not to ignore Mabel.
The entrance to the capital where the three people had gathered. Soon, there was no one left at the main gate.