How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 51
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Episode 51. Life and Death (2).
In front of the entrance to Whidin Village.
It was the only entrance connecting the village to the outside world, but the wall surrounding the village was low enough that even those with some physical strength could easily cross it.
“Hwaaam… I guess it’s okay to just think of it as being open on all sides?”
A boy with a languid yawn and a humming voice. To be exact, a man whose gender was vaguely visible from the outside. He was sitting comfortably on the floor in front of the entrance to the village.
Her long, thin, light green hair, which seemed as if it would drag on the floor even if she were to get up, fell to the ground, catching the moonlight and sparkling like a spider’s web.
The boy’s name is ‘Jack’.
The information guild ‘World Tree’ where information merchants gather.
The leader of that place. He was commonly known as the guild master. Nothing was known about the boy who was bound by the oath to Kael.
The name Jack, whose real name is not even certain.
Although he now has the appearance of a beautiful boy, those who actually saw him remembered his appearance differently, so it was hard to believe his appearance and age.
The only truth about him known to the world was that he possessed both excellent magic skills and assassination abilities, which could be considered the basic training of an Information Guild Master.
“For the time being, our Count has no idea what his true identity is.”
But Jack knew the only person who knew the truth about him. The one who knew his real name, which he had never told anyone, and who told him his age accurately.
?Your real name is —-. You’re fifteen this year, right? I hope we don’t waste any unnecessary energy on each other.?
As he became the leader of the World Tree at a young age, Jack had never once been caught using magic to change his appearance. He had also never seen a wizard better than himself.
When I asked what he meant by not letting go of his strength, I thought he was just trying to explain it to everyone because it didn’t fit his appearance.
?Green hair. That hair is shiny and beautiful, like a newly sprouted sprout. Your mother was proud of that hair, so she kept growing it out without cutting it, so she must be sweeping the floor by now.?
The one who had described my appearance with such precision, along with a languid sigh. That person was none other than the current Viscount Damier and the one with the badge, Cael du Damier.
Jack, who was recalling their first meeting again, tilted his head to the right and then to the left while crossing his arms.
How did you really know?
I already knew about my past, and I killed everyone who saw it. Was there someone I let live without knowing it?
“I don’t think so.”
There’s no way I would make that mistake.
– Rustle.
With his self-deprecating questioning, Jack uncrossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders as he heard the faint rustling of leaves in the forest a little way from the village of Whidin.
“Well, whatever. What’s important now is carrying out the request.”
Jack muttered lightly to himself.
“There are those in the World Tree who have contracted an infectious disease. A cure will be available soon. If you successfully complete this request, I will pay for the medicine instead.”
A note that came to me in such a stiff handwriting that I could tell who it was from right away, even though it wasn’t delivered in any particular way.
At first glance, it seemed like a note threatening the lives of guild members, but the content of the request written underneath was simply absurd.
Guard the entrance to Whidin Village.
Some may say that protecting a village would be an easy task, but he was the leader of the World Tree.
And even if the client didn’t have his own strength, he had enough strength to protect at least a small village on his own.
Why did he make such an absurd request? If you think about it, the answer comes quickly.
?We must always remember to give and take. What we receive, we return, and what we give, we receive. Let us not forget that fact.?
As the head of the world tree, it is a duty that must be protected and not violated.
What you receive, you return, and what you give, you receive.
Ultimately, the principle is that you should neither receive nor give easily, and that everything should start with a request and end with a request.
For the information merchants who buy and sell information, there was also a hidden meaning that information about the World Tree should not be leaked except for requests. Even if it involved the lives of guild members.
Viscount Damie knows the principle that only members of the World Tree know, and that is why he gave this request… .
I could only interpret it as something to help myself.
“If you roll it, you’ll roll it hard. Every time you do that, people will be moved… .”
– Cool.
Jack sniffled as his emotions surged up for no reason.
Viscount Damier. So Kael often helped Jack and the World Tree under the guise of a request.
In reality… he needed the World Tree to be intact in order to understand the original content, and it was frustrating to see the guild he had raised in the past fall to the hands of someone else.
Jack, who had no way of knowing that Kael had been reincarnated countless times, would have continued to have this delusion, which was not an illusion, until he died, unless he knew the truth.
“Phew… .”
Jack took a deep breath.
The sounds coming from the forest were getting closer. The muffled footsteps and sounds of those who had left the forest were so clear to him.
“good.”
The boy sat up lightly.
The light green hair that had been hanging on the floor swayed in small waves as the boy moved.
“Because I feel good. I have to clean it up today. Those who come this way should know that they are blessed.”
A humming voice flows out.
Dozens… no, hundreds of daggers appeared in the air, strangely twisted.
Knock knock.
The daggers moved in unison as if they had a will, following the slender fingers that moved lightly. The daggers flew at those who approached them, targeting them.
The sound of the dagger cutting through the wind was as thin as a flute, and its flight left only a fleeting afterimage illuminated by the moonlight.
– Pfft…!
The sound of flesh being pierced through with a sharp thud echoed through the air, followed by the dull sound of people falling to the floor without even being able to scream.
It was the beginning of a one-sided massacre.
* * *
Kael clicked his tongue briefly as he felt that quite a few people had invaded the magic that surrounded the nearby forest beyond the village of Whidin.
There were more than I thought.
It wasn’t that I had no idea how to stop them.
just….
“It’s annoying.”
Just thinking about having to deal with all those people made me feel extremely annoyed.
“Jack seems to have started… Tariq’s numbers are relatively small.”
It wasn’t even a promise.
How come so many different groups from different districts gather together at such a perfect time? Is it because it’s a novel?
Whenever something that was difficult to understand with common sense happened, Kael, making the same guess he always had, teleported in front of those who had arrived at the village of Whidin a little earlier than the two districts he was in charge of.
“hi.”
Late at night. A refreshing greeting flowed out to the intruders, and Kael blinked slowly as he watched them immediately go into a state of alert instead of showing any surprise at seeing him suddenly appear.
One, two… about fifteen.
“…Who are you?”
While some people were silently counting the number, one of the group asked Kael’s identity. It was understandable, since he was currently wearing his robe hat pulled down low, and the other party could not see his appearance at all.
Even though he knew what he looked like, Kael thought the other person’s question was really stupid.
As I finished investigating who was in Whidin Village.
Why can’t we infer who’s blocking our way when we’re trying to invade Whidin Village? If we think about it a little, can’t we figure it out?
A man who had information that they were coming, used magic, and blocked their path.
Can’t you imagine yourself in the village of Whidin?
“Well… I guess that setting makes sense.”
It’s a common setting where you can’t recognize the same person just because they have a dot on their face. Okay. Well, let’s just move on.
“The identity….”
“Now, you can choose one of two options.”
Kael neatly cut off the intruder’s words and held up one finger for them to see.
“One. Without hearing my identity, turn around here and go back to where you came from.”
Then another finger was extended.
“Two. Hear my true identity and give up your life.”
The person who had been asking about his identity snickered at the voice of Kael saying that he would spare his life if he returned from here right now. Kael, who clearly did not care about the laughter mocking him, continued to speak.
“Guests are starting to arrive from the other side… Exactly 5 seconds. If you don’t answer within that time, it means you chose the latter. Think about it.”
All of Kael’s fingers were extended.
“We came here to live!!!”
“one.”
“If I go back, I’ll die of illness… .”
“two.”
The fingers began to fold one by one, following the voice that slowly counted the numbers.
“If there’s someone who can block it like this, does that really mean there’s a cure? Haha!!! It looks like Count Flora’s daughter hired a mercenary!!!”
“three.”
The man kept shouting in a maddening voice.
Those around him also began to be moved by the man’s words and laughter.
“That’s right!!! Even if I don’t get the medicine, I’ll still die?!”
“Your employer intends to monopolize the drugs?”
“My body is already not listening to me!”
“Four. The medicine is still being made, and once it is made, it will be distributed to those with severe symptoms.”
Leaving the last five.
Kael explained the situation to them with his own kindness, but those whose lives were in danger continued to tell them about their own situation as if his explanations were not paying attention.
“We will kill you and take the medicine.”
“five.”
Slowly but clearly.
The last number flowed from Kael’s mouth, and his fingers all folded.
“I told you that the medicine had not been made yet, and I gave you a chance.”
As if he were the last chance.
He spoke to those who were looking at him.
“Stop talking nonsense!!! Do you think a lie like that will work?!”
“We want to live too!”
“My whole family has the plague now! Everyone here!!!”
The conversation didn’t work out.
They wanted to live, and they seemed to have no intention of accepting or understanding the story that Kael told them, as they were afraid of the approaching death.
Kael let out a breath that was almost a sigh and slowly opened his robe to reveal his face.
“They are also spitting out stories about themselves that no one is curious about.”
His black hair, tied low, shone faintly in the moonlight. His dark amethyst eyes, hidden by the hair, were briefly revealed, and he approached them one step at a time.
From some point on, I started folding my fingers one by one.
“Even if you give it time, it doesn’t rush in and just keeps whining.”
His tied-up hair swayed along with his movements.
“There are things that I can’t take even if given the chance.”
Since I am like this, I can’t help but think of this world as a ‘novel’, right?
“I’m sick of these episodes that don’t change. I’m sick of them…”
Thanks to that, I don’t have to write murder.
Kael raised his unbroken finger.
He raised his hand with his middle finger straight and wiggled it.
“Kill him!!!”
His actions seem to have been the starting point.
The first one to open his mouth shouted, and those who had just been reciting their stories all fell upon him.
“Please tell me X.”
Is this what he is saying to those who are coming at him?
Are you talking to yourself?
Or, perhaps he was swearing at someone who wasn’t there, and Kael looked at the approaching people with a twisted sneer.