How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 80



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Episode 80. Puppet Show (3).

“Do you know what kind of situation your words will bring about?”

“I know, right?”

Even among priests, most do not possess divine powers. Even those with weak divine powers are often targeted by the temple.

The reason Mabel, who came from the temple, was able to be adopted by Kael was because no one noticed the divine power that the little child possessed, which meant that… the divine power that Mabel possessed was by no means small.

Kael guessed that Lars had come to that conclusion and was asking him the question.

“What would you do if I told the temple…?”

Lars trailed off with a confused expression, as if he couldn’t understand why he was telling me this.

“Are you going to let me know?”

Kael’s voice as he asked Lars was incredibly calm, and his slightly downcast eyes and the deep purple pupils within them made it impossible to know what he was thinking.

A heavy silence fell into the room.

Kael took another sip of coffee after seeing Lars not answering even after quite some time had passed.

“When Lady Flora came to see you, she told you that you heard the voice of God. But you didn’t tell the temple.”

?For some reason, Lars had a hard time conveying the message to the temple. Instead, if there were any signs of a disaster, he told me to go see Viscount Damier. That’s what Lars said.?

“that….”

Kael nodded before Lars could finish speaking, as if he knew what he was going to say.

“It doesn’t really matter whether the reason you didn’t tell me was because of the advice I gave you or not. It’s just… because you didn’t seem to trust me.”

His words were those of one who longed for faith, but at the same time, they were also those of one who was certain that the secrets he had revealed would not be revealed to the temple… or to anyone else.

Lars looked at Kael as if trying to figure out his intentions. His expression was so emotionless that even a god would have a hard time reading his inner thoughts, so he let out a small sigh and slowly opened his mouth.

“Idea. He showed himself when I was confronting the figure in the first trial.”

Slowly but calmly, Lars began to tell Kael about the time he first met Idea.

The ‘materialist’ we met in the first trial.

Idea revealed during the confrontation with him.

And even Idea, who called himself the one who wished for the destruction of the world, disappeared with him.

After his story was over, Kael tilted his head slightly as if he found it strange.

“Lars. If what you say is true, shouldn’t you have failed the first trial?”

“I did not tell the story of Idea to the temple.”

Lars informed the temple about the incident, saying that the person he suspected of being the greedy one had escaped during the confrontation, and the temple simply replied that he was probably not the greedy one, and that the real greedy one would appear sooner or later.

“Why didn’t you inform the temple about Idea? He seemed quite dangerous, and seemed to be your polar opposite.”

Lars’ expression changed subtly at Kael’s words. His expression seemed to protest that he had never said such things to himself when he advised him not to believe in the temple.

“It is true that I advised you not to trust the temple, but if you can use the temple, then use it.”

“Use the temple….”

Lars muttered softly, lost in thought.

After a while, he met Kael’s eyes with a determined expression and said.

“I suspected that the identity of Idea was you, Viscount.”

Immediately after Idea took the first greedy person she had met, the Damie family said they brought in a knight escort that they had not hired before.

Tariq, the mercenary king who is also crazy about money.

When he crossed swords with the greedy one, Lars felt that his swordsmanship was different from the swordsmanship that was prevalent in the empire that he had learned from Adrina. It was rougher and more raw.

That day, Adrina, who was watching the man who was greedy for himself and material things, also told him that the swordsmanship he used was not that of a knight or a noble, but that of a mercenary.

“If there was a mercenary with that level of skill, the only one that came to mind was the King of Mercenaries. However, all of this is just my baseless speculation. Nothing was certain.”

After that, Lars heard the voice of God.

“The god who called himself Janus told me of the existence of the disaster, and I told Lady Cloris to go to the Count.”

“You tested whether I would help Flora Youngae or not.”

If someone were hoping for the destruction of the world, they would want people to die from disaster.

“I’m sorry. I also needed to be sure that you, Your Majesty, were not an idea.”

“It’s okay. I would have done the same thing. Did that test convince you that I’m not an idea?”

Lars shook his head at Kael’s question.

When he, who I expected to nod in agreement, shook his head firmly, a look of bewilderment appeared clearly on Kael’s expressionless face.

“Lady Cloris said that if it weren’t for Lady Mabel, the Viscount would certainly not have come forward.”

“I can’t deny it.”

“But… I heard that your Majesty has given you important information for making a cure.”

Lars wasn’t sure that Kael was the idea, but he didn’t completely let go of his doubts.

“Like Idea, we also went to the Black Forest.”

Numerous tombs in the Black Forest.

Lars, who continued to tell the story of why he had come to the villa, lowered his head, including the red flag stuck in the middle and the message that seemed to have been left for them.

At the villa they visited, Kael, who they had suspected to be Idea, existed in the same space as Idea, making their previous suspicions seem meaningless.

“I misunderstood. I apologize, Viscount Damier.”

A neat apology followed.

“Please raise your head. Certainly, there were some suspicious aspects to the previous incident that could not be called coincidence. I am glad that the misunderstanding has been resolved at least now.”

“…thank you.”

“By the way, Idea. Is he really human?”

Lars naturally raised his head at Kael’s subsequent question about the idea.

“I wonder if it’s human… but could you tell me why you’re asking that?”

“You said Lina and Raisa, right? The other two look like dark elves, not humans.”

“How did you know that?”

“Because the ears of the robe were slightly protruding.”

– Knock knock.

Kael continued speaking, tapping his round ears.

“In this world, various races have gone extinct. Among them, if there is a race that looks similar to humans and has pointy ears, there would be elves, and among the elves, the Tree of Rest is related to the Dark Elves.”

Kael pulled a book out of thin air as he explained why he had guessed that Laina and Raisa were elves, and dark elves at that.

‘The race of rest’.

It was the book I showed to Mabel, Tariq, and Lily.

His hand, which opened this space, was rippling with a magical color that was closer to a pale purple than purple. Kael held out the book he had taken out in front of Lars, who was looking closely at his magical color.

“This book is about dark elves.”

Where did you get a book like this? The question was clearly written on Lars’ face.

“When Viscount Damier inherits the title of Viscount, he also inherits the things that his predecessors had inherited. Most of them are useless, but… reading books is a hobby that I quite enjoy.”

“… … .”

Lars stared blankly at the book in front of him, while Kael got up from his seat and headed toward the window.

Outside the window, Cloris, Adrina, and Mabel could be seen, seemingly out for a walk.

“Well, looking at this, it seems like there might have been someone among the Viscounts of Damie in the past who could really see the future.”

The conversation between Kael and Lars ended with Kael gazing out the window and mumbling to himself.

– Click.

As Lars closed the door and left the room, Kael sat down on a chair at a desk filled with papers. Kael looked at the table where he and Lars had been sitting through the papers and brushed back his long bangs.

“Phew… .”

A long sigh escaped his lips.

On the table, along with the book, sat the glass of juice he had given to Lars, not even a sip gone.

?I misunderstood. I apologize, Viscount Damie.?

“I’m sorry….”

Lars still hasn’t completely put his doubts to rest.

The next day.

Lars, Cloris, and Adrina left the villa as soon as day broke.

Mabel watched them as they declined Kael’s offer to lend her a carriage, saying that if they walked to the nearby village, there would be a carriage at the temple. As soon as they completely disappeared from her sight, she asked Kael next to her.

“You really went?”

“okay.”

“Is it over now…?”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

As soon as Kael’s short answer came back, Mabel fell backwards. The densely-covered grass supported the child’s body, and Mabel closed her eyes tightly and opened them, raising both arms toward the sky as if she were punching.

“Ugh-! I thought I’d get caught so I freaked out-!!!”

“… It would have been natural, right?”

“I don’t need anything else… I’m hungry… food… .”

The dog and cat that were together.

The appearances of Haneul and Norang slowly changed. Before long, Laina and Raisa, who had returned to their original forms, spoke a word each.

“You seem to have gotten stronger in the meantime. Could it be the power of the Holy Sword?”

“I’m so surprised at how well you act, young lady…! What can’t our young lady do?”

Who wouldn’t want to be strong? From Tariq talking about Lars’ strength to Lily’s admiration for Mabel’s acting skills.

Kael, who was looking at those who were showing various reactions with various expressions, soon snickered and spoke with a faint laugh.

“The ‘puppet show’ is over. Everyone worked hard.”

‘puppetshow’.

A giant puppet show set in the Black Forest and a villa has come to a close.

* * *

The puppet show had to go back two days to the day when Kael received Jack’s note.

He said that Lars and his party were heading to the Black Forest and would arrive within two days, and that he had finished preparing to leave the villa and was waiting for Raina, who had come to find him.

“Kael?”

“Everyone, close your eyes if you don’t want to throw up.”

He ignored Mabel’s voice calling him strangely and used his magical power to teleport. Those who discovered the dark purple magic circle shining beneath their feet reflexively closed their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again.

They could tell that they had been teleported to Shabat Village.