How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 55



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Episode 55. Home (1).

Just as she had said, the cure would be ready in a day or two, and Cloris completed the cure.

“I hate to admit it, but… it helped me a lot.”

She muttered as she looked at the completed healing potion that filled the box in the attic. In the book that Viscount Damier Kael had given me, there was a herb that had the power to supplement the shortcomings of the healing potion he was making, and he could create a new potion based on it.

In theory, it was a healing potion that had no shortcomings at all. However, it was necessary to actually use it to know whether it could completely cure the disease. The best way would be to use it on the people of Whidin Village, but she did not distribute the healing potion she had created to the people of Whidin Village right away.

Instead, the night after the healing potion was made.

After the commotion two days ago, Mabel was about to leave to continue spending time with the children, so I asked her to give me some time.

“Mabel.”

Cloris, sitting across the old table, looked at the child who was looking at her.

“The medicine is finished.”

Her eyes, which were the color of amethyst, widened at the words she quietly uttered. Soon, her eyes curved into a soft crescent shape, and her cheeks, which were like freshly baked white bread, turned a light pink.

“Really?”

“Yeah. We’ll have to give people the drug and observe their progress to be sure, but in theory, I think it’s perfect.”

“If that’s what you think, then the medicine will definitely work!”

Cloris smiled a bit bitterly at the confident voice and the straight eyes looking at her.

What on earth does this child see in him that makes him trust him? I am the one who threatened you by taking you hostage and provided the cause for you to come here.

“I asked Mabel for some time because I had something to ask her.”

“To me?”

“huh.”

“Ask!”

Chloris, who had been silently looking at the cute smile for a moment, spoke cautiously.

“Mabel wants to give some healing potion to the people of Whidin Village?”

It was quite predictable what kind of answer would come.

However, the reason I insisted on holding the child and asking was because I needed certainty, not anticipation.

At first glance, she thought he was just a kid with a similar vibe to Lars when he was young. The second time she met him, her thoughts grew stronger, and she felt guilty about using him. The third time she met him. And as she watched him from the side, Cloris had one question.

Is it because he feels attracted to this child and cares about him just because he resembles Lars? At first, it was definitely because he resembled Lars. But now?

I wonder if I’m attracted to you because you’re similar to Lars.

Do you just feel attracted to the child you are?

“I wish Mabel would answer honestly.”

She, Chloris, had never been interested in anything since she was a child. She realized early on that she was different from other people.

No, to be exact, it was strange that I didn’t notice.

?Chloris. Our child, how about hanging out with other noble children? I think you’ll find hobbies and activities that suit you as you meet other children.?

?They say they brought in the best craftsmen in the empire. Which one do you like the most, my daughter??

My parents always wanted me to be interested in something, so they brought in various things from within the empire and from outside, and they worried about me.

?Flora Youngae. Do you think of us as tools? I thought we could be good friends, but was it just my mistake??

?The way Youngae looks at us is creepy! Youngae looks like a doll wearing human clothes!?

I met young ladies of the same age and heard a lot of stories. What do other people think the world looks like? The world I see is dull, dry, and only in black and white.

It was when she met Lars that Cloris’ world changed.

Count Flora, who could not leave his daughter, who was no more than a doll and showed no interest in anything, ended up taking Cloris to the black market, which was his last resort.

I hope and pray that my daughter will be interested and intrigued by the black market that sells everything from rare items to living creatures from all over the continent, beyond the empire.

?father?

And then, as the Count held her hand and looked at the goods before they were sold on the black market, the indifferent Cloris’ eyes were fixed on one spot and she called out to her father.

?Can that child live too??

What Count Flora saw, following the child’s gaze that was fixed as if nailed into it, was a child so beautiful that he wondered why he had not seen it before.

A child of ambiguous gender, perhaps a boy or girl, who looked about the same age as my daughter, but extremely beautiful, was locked in an iron cage, her unfocused gaze staring into space.

Even if it was a black market, why did they bring that child into an empire where selling people, especially children, was taboo? Count Flora thought she could understand.

?Do you want to take that child??

?yes.?

Count Flora looked at Cloris, who answered without hesitation, and carefully asked her why. Why did she want to take that child?

?It just… sparkles. Just around that kid.?

Although she said it was sparkling, what Chloris encountered was not something that could be expressed as sparkling.

As if sunlight were pouring down through a gap in the dull dark clouds, as if an oasis were springing up on the dry desert land, as if a variety of colors were revealed under a pitch-black canvas, the colors spread out from the child in the center.

It was the first color I encountered, and it was beautiful.

?hi.?

Cloris approached the child and greeted him. When the child’s eyes turned to her, she smiled. Cloris smiled and reached out through the iron bars.

?I am Chloris. What is your name??

?…La, Les.?

?Lars. Will you come with me??

Even after several years had passed, she still remembered clearly the moment when light had settled into those empty, unfocused, green eyes.

The skinny hand that reached out and grabbed the hand I held out.

The temperature was also a little cold.

It is so terribly clear.

From then on, she was a living person, not a doll. But often, Cloris thought that she was still a doll, or more precisely, a marionette with strings attached.

When I had to choose one path among countless forks in the road, I felt a feeling that was particularly clear, which some might call intuition.

As if he was being moved by someone other than his own will. It was the same when he asked Adrina to be Lars’ swordsmanship teacher, and it was the same when he decided to accompany Lars when he left.

A strange sense of foreboding.

That’s why Chloris wanted to check.

The reason I like Mabel is because of that.

Of one’s own free will.

Is it because of another will whispering to oneself?

“I want to… distribute medicine to the people of Whidin Village.”

The answer is not different from what was expected.

The answer that Lars would have given came back.

“Because I promised.”

Cloris looked at the child a little blankly at Mabel’s voice that continued.

“If I hadn’t promised, I might not have been so eager to share the medicine.”

Because I was scared.

Those people also made a promise to us. They didn’t keep that promise and didn’t trust us.

A calm, clear voice continued speaking.

“But that’s why I want to share more medicine. I don’t want to break my promise like those people. I don’t want to become the same person. That’s why I want to share medicine with the people of Whidin Village.”

“…same but different.”

Cloris muttered softly.

She already knew the answer and the reason Lars would give. This will, which sometimes seemed to be not her own, made her intuitively sense his words and actions.

As if I had experienced it before. As if I had experienced it before.

?I don’t want to put a weight on my life.?

?They just want to live, so I can forgive them.?

Lars would have answered like this:

“I wish I could take the medicine and be cured of my illness and feel sorry for a long time. Is that a bad idea?”

It wasn’t all good.

It was like that, but it wasn’t the same.

Cloris felt as if the strings holding her back had loosened as a result of Mabel’s answer and her own conclusion.

“No. Mabel’s thoughts are not bad. And I think your choice is a merciful and wise choice.”

The eyes that had been looking at me innocently or anxiously only began to fill with relief after hearing my answer.

“Mabel, will you hand out medicine to the children you’re going to meet? I’ll go and hand out medicine to the adults.”

“Yes! Okay!”

Cloris placed a box of vials containing medicines, each labeled with the names of the children, in dosages appropriate for their sizes.

Unable to hide her desire to get out quickly, Mabel quickly headed for the door, but before she went out, she looked back at Cloris.

“Sister.”

Cloris, who was once again examining the medicine bottle with the names of the adults of the village of Whidin written on it, raised her head at the child’s call.

“thank you.”

Bangsit. A soft curve was drawn at the corner of the child’s mouth, and a cute smile appeared.

It was cute, but somehow the image of a woman who looked similar to his age, or maybe a little older, overlapped over the child’s appearance.

vision?

I blinked, thinking I had seen things wrong, and when I opened my eyes, Mabel was already running to that spot.

“I’m really… tired, I guess.”

– Dalgrak.

After distributing the medicine, Chloris moved a little faster to get a good night’s sleep, saying she couldn’t sleep.

* * *

The people of Whidin Village, regardless of age or gender, all received the medicine. However, some looked at them with suspicion, as if they had hidden the medicine and were only now being given it to them.

They quickly recalled the dark purple eyes that had been cast at them two days ago and shuddered as they lowered their eyes.

A formless force that they could not tell was the magic that was suppressing them.

The intangible force that was holding them back with a giant hand. The pain that was squeezing even their stiffening arms and legs.

?Would it be more painful to die with your body frozen? Would it be more painful to die with your blood vessels bursting and your skin slowly failing to support the weight? What do you think? Want to try it??

A man who was lying on the floor, unable to even raise his head, looking down at them with eyes that looked like they were going to be torn out.

And the quiet question, as if whispering, was something I would probably never forget for the rest of my life, until just before I died.

“… Thank you.”

“Even though you did that… I’m really, really grateful…”

On the other hand, there were those who shed tears and expressed their gratitude, and there were those who reflected on themselves anew.

The healing potion she created melted away the stiffening bodies of the Whidin villagers and erased the dark, dark shadows that seemed like they would never disappear.

It was the moment when a cure for the plague that had swept the empire appeared.