How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 8



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Episode 8. The Saint in the Ashes (2).

/The child must not leave the temple… /

Kael burst into laughter when he heard the bewildered voice of the god Janus, who had no idea what was going on.

The first being I encountered was God.

It’s so sloppy, what can I say?

Yeah… It was trivial. I wondered if this god really held the key to my return to my original world.

“A god who knows less about the power of God than I do. It’s so absurd that I can’t help but laugh.”

This world was a world that was slowly perishing, abandoned by its creator, who was considered a higher being than God.

There are many gods and many people who believe in them.

It was a world where the power of the temple could never be said to be weak. However, in this world, there was no longer anyone who could convey the word of the gods or see the appearance of the gods.

The reason why he can hear the voice of God like this is probably because he is close to being an irregular.

The temples practiced false oracles to maintain their power and wealth. As a result, the faith directly connected to the power of the gods was stagnant and withered away, giving off a terrible rotten smell.

Because I have no strength.

Naturally, it became difficult to intervene in this world, and since there was no one to act as the ‘eyes’ for him, he could not know the flow of the world.

It may also have something to do with the god Janus not knowing the current situation.

“How long has it been since you became a god? No matter how much I search for information, I can’t find it.”

/I have no obligation to tell you./

A voice with added tremors, mixed with a slight anger.

“Well. I’m not really curious about that. I just need you to answer whether you, who reincarnated the soul of another world, can send that soul back.”

/Why should I tell you that too?/

The corners of Kael’s mouth went up.

“I told you. The child you reincarnated. I’m taking him with me.”

I don’t know why this god reincarnated Mabel.

It must have been reincarnated out of necessity. Judging from the words ‘not to leave the temple’, Mabel must have been someone of considerable importance to this god.

As of now, the only possible guess is that he used Mabel to increase his power. As a god with the ability to reincarnate souls from other worlds, it is also possible to hypothesize that this god also came from another world.

As he mentally organized the information he had gained from his conversation with the god Janus, Kael urged the god who had not responded.

“So what’s the answer?”

/Fuck… /

“What if God speaks harsh words?”

/I don’t want to hear that from you./

“Can you do it?”

/Yes. But I won’t send you back./

“Why?”

The voice of the god Janus gave Kael no further answers.

I can’t. I don’t and won’t.

He said he could send it back.

Why? Why? Should I have tried to have a polite conversation, even if it was only outwardly? Was it my attitude that was the problem? I thought about it. But I had already come a long way to do that.

And… somehow, I felt certain that this god would have given me the same answer even if I had taken the opposite attitude.

“Do I have to kill Mabel to get the answers?”

After a considerable amount of time had passed.

Kael muttered to himself darkly, and when he heard no more voices, he uncrossed his arms and brushed back his slightly flowing black hair.

Why did Mabel come to talk to him without even knowing the situation, and why didn’t she send her away?

“There is more to harvest than what has already been harvested….”

Kael’s gaze fell on the envelope lying there.

“Isn’t there any other way than asking Mabel?”

He let out a soft breath, uncrossed his arms, picked up his documents, and turned the doorknob to leave the prayer room.

“I, I have a name called Mabel.”

As the door opened slightly, Mabel’s voice could be heard through the crack in the door. He stopped moving without opening the door completely at the sound of the child’s voice.

“The person who just came in was definitely Viscount Damier, right?”

“You look the same, with long black hair and dark purple eyes.”

Other people’s voices followed suit.

“Two… no, more than that?”

Counting with his voice, Kael muttered softly.

“Aren’t you really your father?”

“Hey, no. The ashes look quite halved. Maybe the Count would like that. Who knows?”

“Is that so? Heh heh, that might really be true. Aren’t you a Viscount who has no scandals among the nobles?”

“Don’t insult Kael!”

Mabel’s voice trembled as she retorted to the voices that were filled with laughter and sarcasm. There was fear in that trembling, but it also contained clear anger.

“You’re really protecting the person who threatened my life.”

Without even knowing who I am.

A reincarnated god or a reincarnated person.

That was really stupid.

Kael opened the door.

“Huh? Where did you hear that?!”

Surrounding the small child were three sturdy young men wearing priest’s uniforms. One of them raised his hand as if he was going to hit the child, and the child’s body shrank down.

– Charruk!!!

A purple chain appeared from somewhere with the eerie sound of chains moving, instantly binding the priests.

“Poem, my lord…”

One of the three voices flowed out, and Kael, realizing that it was the voice of the one who had been talking about tastes, slowly approached him.

“It’s surprising that you know my tastes even though I don’t know about them.”

A soft voice rang out, and the person who was about to scream in pain trembled and bent over as the chains tightened around his body.

The faces of those chained up also lost their color as the painful screams echoed throughout the temple.

“I’m… sorry…”

Kael, who was kneeling in front of the man who had his body bowed down, reached out and grabbed his hair, lifting his head.

“What is my taste?”

Deep purple eyes like an abyss.

The priest rolled his eyes and fainted at the sight of those eyes that seemed like they could kill a person and the purple chains moving in the air around him as if they were alive.

“Tsk.”

As Kael clicked his tongue and threw the priest’s head to the floor without hesitation, he got up and tried to approach the next person, Mabel, who had been dazed, came to her senses and grabbed his leg with her whole body.

As if… in a cicada-like posture attached to a tree.

Let’s move our legs. The small body, tightly wrapped around both arms and both legs, moved along.

“… get away.”

“If you kill me, you’ll go to jail!”

“It must be a prison cell.”

“A prison cell! A jail cell!”

Even if he killed the priests here, he would not be punished. He took up the purple chain.

“Okay. Get out of here now.”

“…Thank you, Kael.”

Kael responded indifferently to the small, whispered thanks with a shy smile and an embarrassed expression.

“I was just trying to punish those who insulted me. I don’t know what I should be thankful for.”

“Mr. Woo, when someone says thank you, just say thank you!”

“Take this and follow me.”

“huh?”

As he flicked the pink envelope against her head, Mabel lifted her hand above her head and grabbed the envelope.

Then, the child’s expression brightened as he opened the envelope and checked the documents inside.

“Are you going back to being a writer now?”

“Okay. I’m going back home.”

“house….”

With a face that looked like it was about to burst into tears at any moment, the child held the envelope tightly in his small hands and followed the person ahead of him.

* * *

‘Mabel’.

A baby, wrapped in an old but meticulously made bundle, placed in a basket in front of the temple of Janus, along with a piece of paper with only his name written on it.

After meeting God and closing his eyes and opening them, he was in the current situation, so he could not even see the faces of his parents in this world. The first thing he saw was the sky with countless stars forming a path, something he had never seen in his previous life.

“Gyaha-!”

The reincarnated person ended up belonging to the temple of Janus, not knowing that the sky he first encountered would remain as his happiest memory.

The power received from God immediately after being reincarnated. The reincarnated person, whose divine power had not been properly established in their body shortly after birth, was raised as a ‘baby with divine power.’

“This baby is destined to become a saint?”

“elegance?”

Saint?

This is a world of a handful of ashes!!! What kind of saint is she?!

You never said I was going to become a saint?! You damn god!

Fortunately, the reincarnated person was able to handle divine power as naturally as breathing. Once the great divine power was established, no one noticed the power that the reincarnated person possessed, a power that was deliberately hidden.

As soon as she could walk and talk, the reincarnated Mabel was immediately abandoned in the attic.

There were some who hoped that the divine power would manifest again someday. But a year passed, then two years passed, and the child was left alone, with no one expecting anything from him.

“A pile of ash. They say you had divine powers when you were young. You can still use them, but aren’t you just pretending not to be able to?”

Instead of her proper name, Mabel, she was called Ashes.

“Hehe, talk sense. The High Priest has already seen it. He was shaking his head?”

“Hey. Then, there’s no divine power at all?”

– Knock. Knock.

As the adult’s finger pushed the round forehead, the skinny body staggered and fell to the floor.

“ah….”

Mabel let out a small groan of pain as her palms scratched the rough, unfinished floor and her knees scraped against it.

“Look at this. A kid this age is injured, how could he not use his divine powers?”

“You must have ash on your fingers. They’re dirty. Let’s go wash them quickly.”

“Ugh. I really don’t like it. If you wash up and look clean, who knows? There might be a rich noble who wants to buy you.”

“Because he’s a wealthy nobleman. Did you hear the news? There’s a viscount in the Prophecy of Damie.”

The Prophecy of… Viscount Damier?

Mabel, her face hidden by her messy, gray hair, still looking at the floor, listened to their voices.

“There’s Noel. He said…”

“Wow. At that level, isn’t it like you’re really seeing the future?”

Future. Prophecy.

By the artist Damie.

Mabel buried the word in her head.

A month after hearing that information.

The child left the temple at night when everyone was asleep.

Escaping was so easy because it was a space filled with people who were indifferent to me.

“Damier. Viscount Damier.”

Yes, Mabel.

The Saint in the Ashes left the Temple of Janus.