How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 57



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Episode 57. The end of the first disaster.

The first disaster is over.

The first plague was long and protracted. The plague swept through the empire for over a month, and a cure was created fairly quickly.

In the meantime, there were also those who unfortunately lost their lives.

If only the cure had come out just one day sooner.

No, if only the treatment medicine had been available a few hours earlier. If only I had been able to take it. I wouldn’t have died. I wouldn’t have had to send him away.

There were some who shed tears and got angry because the fact and reality were so unfair and resentful.

But their sorrow and anger were soon overshadowed by the joy and cheers of many others. It was a natural result, since there were more survivors than dead.

The only silver lining was that the Emperor held a memorial service, giving those who had lost someone to the plague time to mourn and grieve.

?The memorial service for those who returned to God’s embrace in suffering will be held for a week.?

The imperial edict was issued.

People of all classes wore black, and the fountains in the capital’s squares were filled with pure white flowers.

Joy and sadness were mixed.

Meanwhile, Kael was sitting in his office chair with his arms crossed, staring at the shiny gold envelope in front of him, which didn’t match the atmosphere.

“Why did His Majesty the Emperor send you a letter?”

The culprit who delivered the letter to Kael’s voice, muttering darkly. Hugo could only let out an awkward laugh.

Kaeldo. Hugo too.

This was because I could roughly guess what was inside.

Kael has been busy lately. It’s not that he wasn’t busy before, but since returning from Whidin Village, he’s been so busy that he hasn’t had time to sleep.

The reason was that the fact that Damier Sanchez, or more precisely, Viscount Damier, had helped in the production of the healing potion had spread throughout the empire.

?I hope you don’t mention that I or Mabel helped. I will tell His Majesty the Emperor that it was Lady Flora who alone created the cure.?

Kael had already mentioned this to Cloris, who had left Whidin Village even earlier than he and Mabel.

They said they had no help in making the medicine and asked that no one be told.

However, the story of Chloris, who had already created the cure, visiting the Damier household was widely spread among the nobles, and the distribution and sale of the cure was handled exclusively by the Damier household.

As speculations arose that it was Count Damie himself who moved the ship, it didn’t take long for these speculations to become established facts.

“Should I burn it…?”

The story, which had initially been circulating only among the nobles, began to spread among the servants and commoners as well, and it ended up becoming the starting point of what is currently keeping Kael busy.

?I heard that Count Damie helped create a healing potion??

Help. Yeah, that would be nice.

If it had been just that, Kael was sure he wouldn’t have been this busy.

?They say you didn’t spare any support. It’s because Count Damie paid the price that we were able to receive free treatment medicine!?

But people have always loved to exaggerate stories. Those who have had a hard time due to the pandemic needed a story to cheer them up, and they looked for heroes as if they were looking for a savior in a world on the brink of destruction.

It was Kael who became that hero.

?Thanks to Count Damie, we were able to receive the medicine.?

?Indeed… If you are Count Damie, you must have a lot of money, so you could provide sufficient support!?

?How can I repay him??

?Wouldn’t it be helpful if you bought something at the top of Damie??

In this way, people moved to repay the hero they had created. Even though, just as they had created the hero, whether the hero wanted the reward or not, his wishes were of no importance to them.

Since then, sales at all Damier stores in the Empire have skyrocketed, nearly doubling their pre-epidemic levels.

The Damier Merchant Association was a merchant group with branches all over the empire, and as it was the merchant group that both commoners and nobles used the most and purchased the most goods, each branch had an administrator.

In the end, the main documents were the responsibility of the owner, Kael. In this world where there were no electronic devices such as computers, all documents had to be processed by hand. Therefore, ‘clicking’ was impossible, and each document had to pass through his hands.

– Okay.

– Knock knock.

“Hugo.”

“Yes, master.”

“Do you think it’s too late to say that Flora Youngae provided all the funds?”

“When distributing or selling the healing potion to all administrators. I told them to mention Flora Youngae, but considering the current situation… I think it’s too late.”

Kael sighed heavily, having heard the answer he already knew from someone else’s mouth.

Bastian… No, the Emperor sent me a letter in a golden envelope not on personal business, but to convey his business as Emperor.

A plague that swept through the empire.

Chloris, who was already being revered as a saint among the people. And herself, who was being treated as if she were a hero.

This is what’s inside the envelope.

To Kael, who knew the original, the content was so obvious.

“It’s probably just a plain letter asking me to attend the donation ceremony… .”

Kael muttered softly.

In the original, after the first disaster.

A week-long memorial service is held, followed by a dedication ceremony to honor Chloris’s contributions in creating the cure.

As a comrade who worked together with the one who prevented the destruction of this world, the fact that she created a medicine to cure the epidemic was in itself a salvation for the people.

Next time too. And the next time too.

They will save themselves.

“There is a reason why pseudo-religions thrive in a world that is perishing.”

“Are you talking about a pseudo-religion?”

When Hugo, who had heard his monologue, questioned, Kael, who had already used magic to cleanly tear open the envelope, rested his chin on his hand.

Oh, are there no cults in this world?

“I heard there’s a group that commits fraud by pretending to be God. I just suddenly remembered.”

“You guys are big-hearted.”

“That’s right. It’s strange to think of using the gods who want to destroy the world. It’s strange to fall for them.

Something is not smooth about the conversation, Hugo thought. But when he saw Kael take the letter out of the envelope and start reading it, he chose to keep his mouth shut.

It was because his intuition, honed over a dozen years as an aide, turned on the red light because it was getting on his master’s nerves and it was not good.

“Hello, Viscount Damie.

I have heard that you have been very busy these days. I hope that the news I have to give you will not upset you.

Kael’s eyebrows twitched at the Emperor’s long letter that said, “I have been watching you from the beginning.”

He continued reading the letter.

“The Empire has been in turmoil both internally and externally recently. As you know, I, as the Emperor of this Empire, need to stabilize the situation. That is my role.”

I didn’t really want to send you this letter, but what can I do, I am the emperor.

“As a hero who saved the empire from the disaster of the plague, I would like to congratulate you on your achievements together with the young lady of Countess Cloris de Flora, who is called a saint.

Please, I hope you will come out to the contribution ceremony and brighten up the place.

P.S. I heard your daughter had a hard time too.

At the last words that he would praise your daughter’s achievements if not yours, Kael crumpled the letter in his hand.

– Hururuk.

The purple fire burned the letter without a trace, and Kael muttered softly.

“This guy and that guy… .”

I just wish he’d stop taking that damn Mabel hostage and using her for his own pleasure.

Of course, I have experienced the act of using my child as an excuse to exploit myself many times as I adopted the next Viscount Damie to succeed him as Viscount.

What are the authors, who are adults, going to do with a child who is difficult to even debut officially?

“… No.”

And at that moment, a thought crossed Kael’s mind.

“Is there really a need to make an official debut?”

The average noble young lady could only appear in aristocratic society, that is, in formal settings such as social circles and banquets, after she turned 18. This was after she had her debutante held on the last day of her birthday month.

But Mabel would be able to perform her debutante at least 10 years later. This was a story that took place several years after the original story ended.

Until then, I was sick of being manipulated by others using Mabel as an excuse.

So, how about using Mabel’s cliché after she’s officially revealed?

Cloris was already deeply entangled in Mabel’s clichés. That’s why she wouldn’t take such a risk on herself, even for Mabel’s sake. Rather, she would help her secretly.

Are they any different from others?

If there is a suspicious situation later on. What if other people are already caught up in Mabel’s cliché? Mabel would never do that. There was a high possibility that the father, who the child was protecting, would misunderstand and mistake that.

“Hugo. Is the palace messenger still waiting?”

“Yes. I heard that you need to receive a reply to today’s letter, so I am waiting in the reception room.”

“Tell the messenger that I will attend this contribution ceremony with Mabel.”

Attend the contribution ceremony.

Hugo’s expression, which had been dark with worry that his master would declare, “I can’t go in this busy time. No, I won’t go,” brightened, but soon he thought about his master’s words and blinked.

“I… I think I misheard that you were attending the contribution ceremony with Miss Mabel.”

“No, you heard me correctly.”

“Are you saying that you will attend the contribution ceremony with the young lady?”

“Ah, yes. His Majesty the Emperor mentions Mabel so often.”

Because it was a letter that had already disappeared without leaving any trace.

No, even if it didn’t disappear, Hugo had no way of checking the letter written by the Emperor himself, so he didn’t know whether it was written that the Emperor told Kael to attend with Mabel or to attend alone.

However, since my master would not personally take Miss Mabel away, I naturally concluded that this was something His Majesty the Emperor had done.

“Go and tell them right now. I’m going to the ceremony with Mabel.”

Because I wanted to see you so badly.

This time, let’s see it for ourselves.