Reincarnated User Manual - Reincarnated User Manual chapter 30

30 – declaration

The lake where the succession ceremony ended.

After the children left and the demons left, there was silence.

Berta exhaled as she looked at the lake where everyone had left. A dented cigarette is stuck between her red lips.

Normally, I would have taken out a new, undented item from the stiff paper bag, but the scary little master threw it in the trash can, saying that smoking was a hindrance to training.

The cigarette in Bertha’s mouth is one of the intact items she took out of the trash can.

“Heung.”

She rubbed the bridge of her nose, which was getting cold, with her hand.

The sharp wind blowing from the lake made the tip of Bertha’s nose red, as if to claim that winter was not over yet.

But no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn’t quell her desire to smoke. Bertha didn’t care and created a flame.

Fire.

The rising flame moved from the tip of my finger to the cigarette.

“Huh… Seup… Hmm…”

Bertha enjoyed the scent that filled her lungs. Suddenly, I remember the beginning of the year.

The beginning of the year when she was around fifteen. Bertha, the daughter of an aristocratic family, hated her parents who placed many restrictions on her. As she was wandering around the courtyard garden after fighting with her parents, a maid she was friendly with gave her a cigarette. At first, it felt like sh*t because of the acrid smoke, but as I endured the sh*t, at some point it just started to feel sweet. Was the term ‘gojingamrae’ used in times like this?

Even because of those memories, she couldn’t quit smoking. Now, cigarettes have become her only friend and lover.

‘How can I quit this good thing…’

Bertha cried and sucked in the smoke.

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When she felt lonely or sad like today, cigarette smoke comforted her. I guess I have to quit since I’m by the master’s side…

“Whoa.”

Berta held a cigarette in her mouth and exhaled smoke toward the ice lake.

and,

The fierce wind blew the smoke back onto Bertha.

“Seeing… … .”

Is it because of the acrid smoke? Tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

“I see you are starting the year.”

“… … Sir John.”

Bertha turned her head to where she heard the words.

There was John, whose wrinkles deepened when he smiled. I thought I was alone, but was there still anyone left? Berta took out a cigarette from her pocket and handed it to Johan.

“Would you like one?”

“That’s it. It’s because I’m worried about just staring at the lake by myself. “Then what are you going to do if a demonic beast comes out?”

“Demon beast… you mean?”

“yes. “This is the Makal Mountains adjacent to the Demonic Land.”

John held up the black lump in his hand. The shape of something cut with a knife was unrecognizable, but it was pulsating as if it was still alive.

“It was just about to hit you. “Don’t relax too much around the Demon Lord.”

“… … “I also have the ability to protect myself.”

“Oh my, then I guess I meddled for nothing.”

John said and threw the black lump onto the ice of the lake.

The chunk hit the ice a few times, bounced, and then sank as if it was being sucked in. John opened his eyes wide as if he had seen an amazing sight.

“hahahaha, that’s really fascinating. It looked like ice, but it wasn’t ice. “I saw something really precious today.”

“… … yes. That’s right. “I had a truly unforgettable experience today.”

However, despite Johan’s gentle speaking style, Bertha only gives indifferent answers. She didn’t seem to be interested in what the old knight did.

Johan clicked his tongue as if he felt sorry for Bertha.

“Look, you still look young, but you look like you’ve lived your whole life.”

John patted his hand and said. Black crumbs fell from his hands.

“Well, that’s fine. “Do I look like that?”

“Well, of course.”

Bertha spoke weakly, and Johan answered cheerfully.

“At times like this, I think it is the duty of an elder to listen to the grievances of young people, but why bother blaming this old lady for once? Even though he is like this, he often plays a consulting role in our knighthood.”

Yohan smiled, stroking his rough beard. Bertha looked at the old knight blankly and sighed.

“These days. Because I feel like I’ve become so shabby.”

“Can you tell me why you think so?”

John raised his eyebrows at the unexpected story.

“If I had risen to a decent position at such a young age, there would have been only one thing left to do.”

“The knight…”

Berta lowered her head slightly and said.

“When you stand with people like Hugo, don’t you inadvertently compare yourself?”

“… … you. You have dangerous thoughts.”

John frowned and said.

John ran his hand through his hair, which was leaking here and there. As expected, he smiled bitterly, saying it was a good thing he stayed here.

“Could it be that you are envious or jealous of Prien?”

“… … .”

For a moment, Bertha’s eyes twitched.

“I hope not, but… judging by your reaction, it seems like I got it right.”

“… … no.”

Bertha denied what Johan said, but Johan shrugged his shoulders and made a sly expression.

“Why are you denying this again? Considering that you brought out this body and the leader, I think we ran into a roughly similar situation. I can say this with confidence because I have seen young people like you countless times. You are jealous of Prien. But here’s the thing.”

Johann pursed his lips and looked at Bertha.

“Aren’t you overestimating yourself?”

“… … ?”

Overrated?

Bertha’s eyes widened at the direct words that came out of Johan’s mouth.

“What are you talking about out of the blue?”

“It’s not random. “Aren’t you talking nonsense, as if you were some tragic heroine?”

“Yes?”

“You’re so arrogant. Cheeky. “You don’t even know the subject, and you’re comparing the great Prien to a mere swordsman.”

“… … .”

Bertha opened her eyes and looked at Johan. What on earth is this old man talking about? They say they will act as counselors, but instead, they are just scratching people’s minds.

“Young Master.”

Bertha used magic to burn all the butts in her mouth.

“Would you like to spar with me?”

“Didn’t you just say that? When you see Hugo, don’t you think you’ll inevitably compare yourself to him? Even after seeing the great miracle that Master Shiron showed today, I need to educate that fool who feels nothing.”

“Take out the knife. “Young man.”

The title used to address the old knight had suddenly changed from knight to old man.

“Just right. “I’ll fix it just enough for you to walk on your own feet.”

Bertha took out the non-hwan sword.

*

“Shiron. Stop sleeping and wake up. arrived.”

“… … Seup.”

I guess I fell asleep. Siron covered the corner of his mouth with a bandage, stretched and looked out the window. Before I knew it, I had passed through the gates of Dawnseong Fortress and was in the courtyard.

Siron lowered his head as he felt the weight below him.

There was Siriel, sleeping using Siron’s thigh as a pillow.

“Hey, please come out holding Siriel. “I can’t do anything with my hands like this.”

Siron held up his bandaged hand to Lucia.

“Ugh…”

Lucia sighed at Siron’s shameless attitude, but did as he said. The boy’s forehead was soaked with cold sweat and he had nothing to say.

Lucia carefully picked up Siriel, and Siron kicked out of the carriage.

‘The ride is bad. ‘My butt is throbbing from all the pain.’

“young master!”

As I entered the mansion, I heard a lively voice coming from inside.

In front of Siron was Encia, wearing a maid uniform rather than a dress. She didn’t know when she arrived first and changed, so she picked Shiron up and started rubbing his cheeks.

“Why is this happening all of a sudden?”

Siron was disgusted by Encia’s barrage of affection and tried to escape from her embrace.

I flailed my arms and struggled, but the gap in strength was so great that it was no use.

“Hey, you’re embarrassed!”

After rubbing cheeks for a while, Encia lifted Siron up to the sky and smiled brightly.

“young master. “I was very moved today!”

“… … Okay, maybe I was a bit of a d*ck? “You were so moved that you were speechless earlier, right?”

“Ahahahaha.”

Encia smiled brightly and then put down Shiron.

“That’s because there were so many people watching at that time. How can you express something like this in front of other people? And for your honor, I held back a little.”

“ah. “Is that so?”

“now. Relax your expression. I heated up the bath water for you. “I made a lot of lemonade, and… we’re having a celebration tonight.”

“Celebration?”

“sure! “I heard everything!”

Encia took out a handkerchief and began wiping her eyes.

“The maid said so. “I heard you gained the power of prophecy?”

“… … “Yuma?”

“yes! A feat shown by the master at today’s succession ceremony! This Encia. I finally felt confident. The next head of the family is, after all, a master! “I can’t believe you gained the power of prophecy at such an early age…!”

Encia spun around with an ecstatic expression on her face. Siron narrowed his eyes and snorted as he looked at Encia.

“What nonsense. I’m not going to go.”

“… … yes?”

Ensia stood tall at Shiron’s shocking declaration.