How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 93



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Episode 93. Unquenchable Thirst (1).

The absent-minded Janus god’s gaze turned to Mabel, and Mabel nodded her head and crossed her arms as if confirming his gaze.

“No matter how much I think about it, it’s childish! I do childish things too! God… No, you’re even more childish than me!”

After hearing the word childish three times in a row, the god Janus finally broke his silence and opened his mouth.

“… No matter what, kid. I don’t think he’s any more childish than you.”

It was finally an answer that came back.

Mabel seemed speechless at that answer, unable to ask a straight question, and instead just smiled and burst into laughter.

What? You admit that you’re childish right now, but you can’t admit that you’re more childish than me?

“Huh! Me. Me… Oh my, I’m so dumbfounded!”

“I was just telling the truth.”

“Isn’t that right?! Janus, you’re more childish than me?” “You’re more childish than me. Can’t you tell just by looking at this conversation?”

“no!”

“right.”

“I said no?”

Yes or no, in a colorless space.

The voice of a god and the voice of a child echoed for a long time, clashing with each other.

Mabel, who had been bickering with the god Janus for a while, sat down with a look of despair on her face, thinking, ‘What am I doing?’

“Okay… Just send me back.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Oh, why?!”

Now tired of arguing, Mabel collapsed and completely collapsed on the floor. The god Janus, who had been looking down at the child, quietly came over and sat down next to the child.

“If I send you back, won’t you go back to that person?”

“Didn’t you see what just happened? And it wasn’t that human, it was Kael! I’m not a child either, I have a name called Mabel.”

“Even if it takes time, Mabel, you will return to… that human. No, to Kael.”

“Because it’s my house. Of course I have to go back. On paper, Kael is my father, right?”

The god Janus looked at Mabel, and Mabel looked up at Janus, who was looking at her.

Golden eyes so clear and beautiful that you wonder why you haven’t seen them before. Come to think of it… Didn’t the primordial gods also have golden eyes? Do all gods have golden eyes?

Mabel’s thoughts began to wander towards the mountains at the attitude of the god Janus, who seemed to have no intention of sending her back.

“He is the man who even threatened to kill me.”

It was the words of the god Janus that dragged Mabel down from climbing the wrong mountain.

“Kael said he would kill me?”

Mabel’s eyes, which had been on the verge of losing focus, returned to focus and turned towards the god Janus once again.

?Should I kill Mabel to get the answer??

The god Janus recalled the cold question he had asked me. He was certainly sincere when he said that. If only he could hear the answer, he would easily take the life of the child before his eyes.

“Yes. He is a man who would not hesitate to kill you if it meant he could go back.”

Mabel blinked.

It seems like the god Janus spoke directly to Kael. It seems like there was a place where the two could have talked directly… .

Ah, that was when I visited the Temple of Janus to get the excommunication papers.

“He’s a dangerous man. He’s not a good person to have around.”

“Right. Kael isn’t that kind of person.”

Mabel nodded and raised her upper body, which had been lying down, with a ‘sssss’ sound.

“Well, it wasn’t long after we first met that he said he would kill me. Thinking back to Kael back then, if he could have killed me and returned to his original world, he would have definitely done so. I agree with what you said!”

I looked at Mabel in bewilderment as she said so lightly and so cheerfully that the god Janus must have been killed.

The child shrugged at that gaze.

“Why? I said I agree.”

“…And yet you say you’ll go back?”

“Yeah. I believe that the current Kael wouldn’t do that.”

“People are not creatures that change that easily.”

“It’s not easy to change, but people can change.”

It was such a… such an optimistic thought.

It was an answer that only those who grew up seeing only the unspoiled side of the world could give.

That’s why the god Janus couldn’t help but feel a sense of alienation. The child in front of him had wished for a family. Not just any family, but a family that would ‘love him’.

As his thoughts reached that point, the god Janus suddenly became curious and asked the child:

“Why did you…ask me that?”

Mabel seemed troubled by his question, and gave a ‘hmm’ in her throat.

The god Janus seemed to have no intention of letting him go, and asking him to send him back any further would only result in a meaningless exchange of words like before.

If you tell your story first, won’t he tell you his story in return?

There is a saying that if you want to hear someone else’s secret, you should tell them your own first. If you could hear something from the god Janus, it might be of some help to Kael.

“…I think I can hear the sound of someone’s head spinning.”

After a long moment of silence, Mabel pondered, and the god Janus spoke, and Mabel let out a small sigh.

“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you the story. But it might be a little long?”

Still, perhaps curious about Mabel’s story, God Janus slowly nodded his head to the child’s words.

“Where should I start? In my previous life, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.”

“Golden spoon…?”

Mabel shook her head with a small smile at the expression on the god Janus’ face, which seemed to conjure up images of forks, knives, and spoons made of gold.

“It’s not like it’s a spoon made of real gold, but if we look at it from this perspective, it’s like you were born into a noble family.”

“I understand.”

Mabel continued speaking slowly in response to the god Janus’ answer.

* * *

Mabel in her previous life was born to a father who was a college professor and a mother who was a doctor. Her parents were famous enough to appear in the media, and they were very busy people.

Maybe that’s why her parents had such a thorough birth plan.

One girl and one boy.

Brother and sister of the same age.

Her parents had only wanted two children, but they unintentionally became pregnant with a third child. Her mother, in particular, had a hard time accepting her mistake, as she was being considered as a candidate for the head of the hospital.

The news of the mother’s third pregnancy, already a celebrity, quickly spread through various media, and her plan to secretly abort the child was repeatedly foiled.

“If only you hadn’t been born…!!!”

When Mabel thinks back to her childhood, the first thing she remembers about her mother is her face distorted with anger and words mixed with resentment like, “If only you hadn’t been born” and “Because of you.”

The mother’s sharp gaze and indiscriminate verbal abuse naturally made the young child feel intimidated, and he grew up being aware of what others thought.

“Why is he so timid and lacking in self-respect?”

As time passed, the resentment faded, and as Mabel grew up, she began to hear harsh words from people, using her personality and quick wit that had been ingrained in her since childhood as an excuse.

“Try to emulate your sister and brother.”

As soon as I entered the small society called school, I started to be compared to my older sisters and brothers.

Her older sister and brother were what were called elites.

At school, he never missed being first, and because he was born with a tall appearance that inherited only the good aspects of his parents, and a personality that was not bad at all even though it was limited on the outside, he was always surrounded by people.

“Your sister and brother did this much when they were your age.”

“What if you’re at the top? People only remember the number one, not those below.”

Is that why?

Even though Mabel received top grades and awards, she was given the whip of comparison and neglect instead of the carrot of praise.

How can I get my parents to praise me?

What kind of appearance should I show to make my parents smile?

What more should I do?

Even a little compliment would be nice.

Even a faint smile would have been nice.

I wanted to receive even a little bit of the love and attention that my parents take for granted, even if it’s just a little bit.

“Mother, I…!!!”

The common rebellion and accidents that are often mentioned never occurred to me from the beginning, because I knew very well that even if I rebelled and caused accidents, my parents would not give me what I wanted.

Because I knew that the reaction I got would be like, “I knew it would be like that.” I felt like I would really break down if I actually encountered that reaction.

So, while other friends were sleeping, I opened my textbooks and workbooks, looked at one more word, and solved one more problem.

Mabel, a high school student, had one option to get her parents’ love and attention: to get better grades and become the top student in the school, beating out her friends.

When I came home with a report card with the number 1 lined up in a row, my heart swollen like a balloon ready to burst at any moment.

“First in the whole school? Isn’t that something you should do? Isn’t that right, Mom?”

“What’s the big deal? I guess he wanted to be praised. You know that too, Sister. The youngest is a bit different from us.”

“Weren’t you the youngest in our family?”

What she encountered before her mother’s reaction was… the mocking laughter of her older sister and brother sitting in the living room.

“Mom, can you please look over the paper I’m writing this time? The professor said that if I pass this paper, I’ll definitely be admitted to law school.”

“Ah! I should ask my dad to look over my thesis this time too.”

“Oh my, these kids. They don’t even have mommy or daddy to look after them.”

My mother, who came into the living room carrying a plate of cut fruit to feed her two sisters and brother, didn’t even glance at Mabel.

Soon, the living room was filled with laughter, and Mabel, who was looking at the living room scenery that seemed unfamiliar even without her, returned to her room without even showing her report card.

“… Now. Let’s stop.”

Unlike her parents’ and older sister’s and brother’s rooms on the first floor, her room was at the very end of the second floor, where there were rooms used as a dressing room, study, etc.

Mabel stared blankly at the report card in her hand, then tore the meaningless piece of paper into unrecognizable pieces and threw it in the trash can.

“I did my best. Right?”

She sat in a corner of the bed, hugging her knees and bowing her head, and burst into silent sobs. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders as if comforting herself, and all night long, in a house where her family did not come looking for her and could not cry out loud. Alone like that.

From that day on, she was only 17 years old and gave up on being loved by her parents.