How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 52



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Episode 52. Life and Death (3).

Those who rushed at Kael had the same experience at the same time.

– Wedge…!

The first thing they heard was a sharp sound cutting through the cold night air. And then, it was getting farther and farther away. It was the one blocking them, just within arm’s reach.

– Bam.

Then I heard a dull thud.

They realized that it was not him who had fallen, but their bodies, no, their heads, that had fallen to the floor.

And then what came into their sight was a giant scythe. A scythe so huge that the sky could not be seen. The figure of the one holding it was a god of death. That was the only word that could describe it.

A quiet death without pain or screams.

There was nothing I could say, not even a sound coming out.

?Dad… It hurts… It hurts… ?

?I have information about a village that is making a cure. It may be dangerous, but do you want to go with me? For you… no, for all of our families.?

?Don’t go to dangerous places. Stay with me a little longer. Okay??

It seemed fast. The slow-moving kaleidoscope was the last scene they could see while alive.

When there was only one living, breathing person left there, a bleak wind blew with the pungent smell of blood.

Charurk… with the sound of chains clinking.

Even the traces left behind were erased, but the cool purple flames brightly lit up the surroundings. When the flames died down, only I. Kael disappeared.

To welcome more guests to the village.

How much time has passed?

The sky, which seemed like it would be dark forever, was suddenly covered with a bluish light.

Jack, who was in charge of the southern entrance of Whidin Village, had finished his mission and disappeared, while Tariq, who was in charge of the eastern side, leaned back against a tree and let out a long breath.

?Have you never formally learned swordsmanship??

?This is the sword technique that the Black Imperial Knights learn. After you learn it properly, you can change it to whatever you want.?

?When you meet Lars again later. Get used to him so much that he doesn’t know that you were the first greedy one.?

What my master taught me were basic movements like cutting and swinging. After work, I would hold my sword and swing it tens, hundreds, no, thousands of times at the Damie Baron’s training ground.

The habit that had become ingrained in me without me knowing was not easily corrected, but I swung my sword silently.

?You put too much force into it. Make sure you know when to let go and when to put in force.?

?Your posture is off. Arms are a little lower. Legs are a little wider.?

My master, who was always busy, would stop by the practice range at least once a day to check my posture or watch me silently before turning back.

I wanted to help him like that.

Even if he only accepted me as a knight in name, he wanted to fulfill that duty.

“I hope I could be of some help today.”

“what?”

“Oh, my lord?!”

He let out the words that were inside his mind with a faint laugh, and stuttered in response to the voice that was coming from him.

Kael, who had come before he knew it, looked down at Tariq for a moment and then looked around. He had come to clean up after Tariq, who, like Jack and himself, could not use magic. The surroundings were cleaner than he had thought, and the cold corpses were all neatly laid out on the floor.

“It was handled more neatly than I expected.”

Tariq sat up and responded with a slightly embarrassed look on his face at the words that were almost like a compliment.

“I tried to send them back, but they weren’t in a state where I could have a conversation.”

Kael blinked slowly at Tariq’s words. His appearance seemed to Tariq as if he was asking, ‘Why did you ask that?’

But since it wasn’t a question he had heard directly, Tariq chose to hold back his words rather than adding more.

?The medicine you are looking for is not there. Go back.?

An incurable disease.

Although I cannot say that I understand the pain or feelings of those who are sick, I can understand better than anyone the feelings of those who watch their family members, lovers, or colleagues who are sick.

I dared to say it.

I want to cure them even at the cost of my life, and if possible, I want to bring the disease to myself.

I feel like I’ve done everything I could.

That feeling of despair when things don’t get better but rather worse, and the helplessness of not being able to do anything anymore. Because I know well the hope and desperation of seeing a glimmer of hope.

Tariq said it, even though he knew they couldn’t. It was the last bastion he could give them.

– Hururuk!

The corpses lined up were lit up with purple fire. Kael spoke to Tariq, who was looking at the strangely colored flames that burned without any heat.

“What choice would you make?”

Tariq realized that his master’s question meant what he would do in the situation of the dead.

“I would have made a choice not much different from theirs.”

“Even if there is no medicine?”

“I wouldn’t have gone back unless I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Even if you see it with your own eyes, people don’t give up that easily.”

Kael blurted out in a dry voice.

“Of course, there will be those who give up. There will be those who turn away. But will everyone do that?”

Kael, who asked like that, seemed not to have any intention of hearing the answer. He continued talking as if he was talking to himself.

“No. That won’t happen. Some people will be angry, some will vent their resentment. It will be directed at the person in front of them.”

His dry voice was extremely low and slow. He looked like a gourmet savoring a taste, or like someone reading a book.

“They will pour out indiscriminate curses and insults with their pierced mouths, and they will rush in with a life-or-death attitude, forgetting their immediate death because they are afraid of their impending death and what they will lose.”

?I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But, you’ll come back to life, right? So… you die instead.?

?This is what will happen… You knew it. Even though you knew it, why… Why on earth!!! I will curse you. Even after I die, I will remain on this earth and curse you!!!?

?You will always face death alone. There will be no one left by your side, and you will always, always die alone!!!?

1000 years was a surprisingly long time.

That time was enough time to meet those who were on the border between life and death, and perhaps it was because the world was rushing toward destruction in real time. Even before the original work began, various hardships and adversities had befallen the world in addition to the stories he had described in passing.

That’s why Kael has met countless people like that.

Sometimes because they had the ability to solve it.

And sometimes, because they knew the future.

And sometimes, it’s because of reincarnation.

If it were just… if it were just people who had nothing to do with me. If it were other people, it might have been less. Since I had already experienced a lot of malicious comments directed at me in my past life, I was able to accept them calmly, not care about them, and ignore them.

Rather, I was happy to face them directly and spit out bad words. However, hearing them from those who were by my side and those who had been by my side was something that I could never get used to, no matter how many times I heard it.

“Master…?”

Tariq cautiously called out to Kael, whose gaze seemed to be tracing back to the distant past.

“The human mind is so funny.”

Even though I got hit in the back of the head like that.

I closed my eyes, vowing never to believe again. This time it would be different. They and they were different. I hoped and believed that it would be different.

But what came back was always the same, albeit in a different form. So I learned to give up and became a bystander.

Tariq could not quite understand what his master was saying, but he could sense that his master was expressing the same emotions he had when he had lost his sister and when he had heard that Lily could not be cured.

Emptiness, despair, anger.

A feeling of resentment that has no place to go is a feeling that is directed at oneself, makes one feel inferior and pitiful.

Is it called frustration?

Is it called resignation?

My master was expressing that emotion that was difficult to define with an exact name.

What makes me different from others is that I have sunk deeper and deeper, to the point where I cannot see the bottom, and have experienced a longer period of time, of years.

“I did not quite understand what you were saying, Master.”

I didn’t understand.

He didn’t know exactly what emotion he was letting out, and he couldn’t figure out why his master, who was clearly younger than him, had such dark and deep emotions.

“But at least I can tell you this.”

at least.

There were things I could say, even though I didn’t think my words could possibly comfort or fathom his heart.

“If we hadn’t killed them, we would have died. Not just us, but the townspeople, Lady Flora, and… Miss Mabel.”

Kael chuckled at Tariq’s words.

“That’s right. This is a world where that is acceptable.”

If you don’t kill, you die.

In this world, it was accepted as a given for those who wanted to live on the border between life and death, and for those who longed for and wanted to seize power, fame, and freedom.

The original world was not like that.

It was difficult to adapt to this world, where killing someone was not a given. It might have been even more difficult for him, since he remembered his previous life vividly as if it had happened yesterday.

“Tariq.”

“Yes, master.”

“Do you think there could be a world where no one kills anyone and no one has to worry about being killed by someone?”

Tariq’s eyes shook slightly as if he had heard an unbelievable story. Kael laughed even harder at his reaction.

Yes. This kind of reaction is natural in this world.

Maybe that’s why I couldn’t accept this world as reality.

These were things that were natural to me.

In the world I lived in, no one could easily kill someone, and the odds of being killed by someone were so low that I just dismissed it as an exaggerated worry in my imagination.

Even without the clichés, it was one of the reasons why he could not help but perceive this world as a novel rather than reality. Kael shrugged his shoulders slightly, muttering to himself the words he could not bring himself to say out loud.

“Just kidding. If there was such a world, I wouldn’t be here. Mabel will wake up soon, so go back soon…”

Kael’s words suddenly stopped.

In this world, he had experienced almost every cliché, so he set up a defensive spell in the house where Mabel and Cloris were before leaving the village just in case. The defensive spell was activated to block intruders and notify him.

… This is a bit much.

“Someone broke into Mabel’s room. Go first.”

Before I knew it, Kael had spoken in the tone of a countess named Damie and had disappeared through teleportation.