How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 78



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Episode 78. Puppet Show (1).

For a while, the village was silent… .

No, Lars, Cloris, and Adrina, who were looking at the place where the village used to be, walked slowly.

In front of the tombs, which were so densely packed that it was difficult to even walk, there was a shabby, small tombstone with only the name of the person sleeping under the tomb written on it.

The wind blew, and once again the giant flag flapped.

A skull-shaped seal appeared, along with the word Idea. A shining key was in the split mouth of the pitch-black skull, and a butterfly was perched on its gaping eyes. It was a beautiful seal, but at the same time, it gave off an eerie feeling.

“…Did they kill everyone in this town?”

Cloris asked in question.

The idea was to ask if they had killed the people of this town, and if they had, why did they bother to create these graves?

“Could it be that she knew we would come here? I wonder… if Idea knew we would come here and built the tomb to show us this sight.”

In response to her question, Adrina carefully put her guess into her mouth, and Lars, who had been coming closer to the flag and examining it, spoke.

“I guess… Adrina’s words are right. Here, behind the flag, there’s writing.”

Lars turned the flag so that Cloris and Adrina could see behind it. On the back of the crimson flag, as he had said, was written the words.

“Isn’t that cool? We were a little faster this time.”

A provocative piece of writing.

The three people who read the text, which was written in a handwriting that looked like it was scribbled by a child, could immediately tell who it was directed at.

Idea, who had intervened during the first battle of the greedy ones they had encountered, was boasting that although it may have been late then, it was now faster, and that the tomb they were looking at was created by them.

Cloris’s face turned pale as she thought about it that far.

“…Mabel.”

A villa that was quite far from the Black Forest, but was clearly visible. Couldn’t Idea have seen the villa that they had seen themselves?

And did they really just kill everyone in this town and make graves just to show them what they were doing?

?Sister Chloris!?

He remembered the bright voice that had called him, the face that had a smile like sunshine, and the clear purple eyes that had looked straight at him.

If that child dies… the reason is… .

“Miss Chloris.”

At that moment, Lars took her hand.

Chloris looked at him as he reached out and grabbed her warm hand, which had become as cold as ice.

“It’s okay. They won’t go to the villa.”

The trembling of her anxiously shaking water-colored eyes gradually stopped after meeting her calm emerald eyes.

I wanted to ask her why she could speak with such certainty, and if she knew anything, but right now, it was more important to go to the villa and make sure Mabel was okay.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Whew-.” Cloris opened her eyes and let out a sigh as she looked at Lars and Adrina.

“Let’s go to the Damie Count’s villa right now.”

“If you wish, my lady.”

“I agree with that opinion.”

The growth the priest spoke of would have been passing through the magic that had caused them to lose their minds, and he only advised that they examine the center and come back, but did not tell them to examine it closely.

There was no reason to stay here any longer right now.

The three returned to the village entrance they had entered and headed towards the countless graves lined up. After a brief moment of silence for those buried beneath them, they returned the way they had come and exited the black forest.

Unlike the village with its blue sky, the outside was dark. Ignoring the gap in time between the inside and outside of the forest, they headed toward the villa in the distance.

In front of the villa.

A cottage made of round logs. Inside the cottage, it was bright as if lights were on beyond the curtains covering the windows, and there was a sound of people.

– Knock knock.

Cloris, standing in front of the door, took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the villa.

A faint sound of someone walking could be heard from inside.

“please….”

Cloris muttered involuntarily, and the door slowly opened. However, there was no one at eye level in the open door, and she slowly lowered her gaze.

“Huh? Sister Cloris?”

Cloris, who met Mabel’s eyes with her eyes wide open in surprise as she saw the pink hair that looked like a cloud, and the clear purple eyes that looked up at her, filled with wonder at the voice calling her.

I unconsciously collapsed in relief at the thought that my child was alive.

“Miss Chloris!”

“Chloris!”

“Sister?!”

After a while.

Cloris, who had been raised up with Lars’ support, was able to see the small animals behind Mabel that she had not seen before.

“meow-.”

“king-!”

It was a small black cat and a large black dog about the same height as Mabel.

“Everyone, please come in first!”

“Mabel, who’s here… .”

Mabel let the three of them in, and Kael appeared at the front door, seemingly coming to get the child.

Kael’s eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sight of the three people. He then approached Mabel with a small sigh and held the child in his arms. He looked at the three people with a face that did not look all that welcoming.

“There seem to be a lot of customers today.”

“What’s wrong today…?”

“Dad, can’t Cloris and her brother over there eat dinner together?”

Cloris asked back at his words, and without answering her question, he seemed to think about Mabel’s question for a moment, then nodded slightly.

“Okay. Lars, Flora, Youngae and….”

His gaze turned to Adrina, and she spoke as she met his deep purple eyes.

“…Hello. Your Majesty the Countess Damier, my name is Adrina.”

“Adrina, you too. I would appreciate it if you could tell us how you came to be here while we have dinner together.”

“Dad, you’re the best!”

Kael walked into the villa, holding Mabel in his arms, who was smiling brightly and happily, and the three people followed behind them and slowly walked into the villa.

The inside of the villa was so warm that it was hard to believe it was to Kael’s taste, and as the three people passed through the front door, they saw someone lying on the sofa.

He was lying there with his head resting on the armrest of the sofa, as if this was his home. The robe he was wearing was a dark red color, like the flag he had seen in the center of the black forest.

“Hello? We’re old friends, right?”

A mysterious voice, mixed with mischievous playfulness, that seemed to be that of a young boy but also a fully grown man, greeted them from beneath a black mask that covered their faces without any gaps.

Idea. It was.

– Sreung.

Upon seeing his appearance, Lars immediately drew his holy sword, and Cloris and Adrina also immediately took up an attack stance.

“Whoa, whoa, calm down. Calm down. We didn’t come here to fight.”

“…we?”

As Lars asked softly at the words that implied he was not alone, another noise was heard from the kitchen.

I glanced in that direction and saw two figures wearing robes similar to Idea lying on the sofa.

They were a little smaller than the Ideas in front of them, and had slim figures. They were wearing robes, but if the previous person was male, you could tell right away that the two figures were female.

Even in an atmosphere where it would not have been strange if they had rushed straight in, the two Inyoungs looked at the three people with a calm expression. Their faces were hidden by the black masks underneath, so it was difficult to tell whether they were really looking at them.

“Oh, these are the people the chief spoke about?”

“We came here to take a short break… How about a brief truce?”

A sharp, sharp voice and a gentle voice.

Two conflicting voices came from beneath the masks, but the three men neither sheathed their weapons nor hid their wary gazes.

“… I don’t know how you know each other, but… If you’re going to fight, then go out and fight.”

And at that moment, a cold voice descended.

It was the voice of Kael, who was watching the scene.

“Your Majesty, did you know who they were when you brought them in…?”

Lars asked, looking at Kael, who had no expression on his face, and who had no clue what he was thinking.

“You are an uninvited guest who came to ask for some food.”

Lars stared at Kael’s voice, which showed no signs of agitation or doubt in his question, and slowly placed the holy sword back into its scabbard.

“Lars!”

“Chloris.”

Cloris called out to Lars as if asking what he was doing, but Adrina, who had already put her sword away, called out to her in a soothing voice.

Seeing her colleague’s gaze fixed on Mabel, who was staring blankly at them with an expression of not understanding what was happening in Kael’s arms, Cloris hesitated and put down her staff.

“Well then, it looks like dinner is ready, so everyone should eat first.”

An uncomfortable dining table was set up.

* * *

The dining table in the villa was not very large, and there were not enough chairs, so they brought out the chairs from the room and sat around the table, quietly eating the food that was served.

The Ideas ate their food without even taking off their masks. As if some kind of magic was enchanting them, Lars watched the somewhat strange sight of the food being sucked into the masks while he cut the steak in front of him.

When there was only silence, with no conversation taking place, a sharp sound rang out as plates and knives clashed against each other.

In an instant, everyone’s eyes turned in the direction of the sound, and where their eyes landed was Mabel, with a face as red as a ray of light and looking as if she was about to burst into tears.

“… Uh… That, uh… I’m sorry…”

Kael naturally took Mabel’s plate, which she had been apologizing for in a whisper-like voice, cut the meat on the plate so that the child could eat it comfortably, and placed the plate back in front of the child.

Lars, who was looking at Mabel with a sullen face under his bowed head while poking meat with a fork, opened his mouth.

“Young lady.”

Mabel, who had not responded to his voice, only raised her head when Kael, sitting next to her, tapped the table.

“Huh? Me?”

Lars smiled faintly at Mabel’s questioning voice, asking why she had called him.

“Yes, Miss. As you may already know, my name is Lars. This is Chloris. Next to her is Adrina.”

A sudden self-introduction.

But Mabel’s expression brightened.