Reincarnated User Manual - Reincarnated User Manual chapter 64

64 – Strengthening discipline

As Siron remembers, ‘Reincarnation Sword God’ was a game that was considerate of the deceased.

The basis of Reincarnation Kenshin was an action RPG centered on real-time combat, but it also implicitly aimed for a military drama simulation with multiple endings.

‘You used your little hair well.’

For users who have nothing to do after clearing the game, the production team has prepared several devices to gradually discover hidden elements as the game progresses.

For example, the adventure story of Kylie, Lucia’s past life.

These include descriptions of enemies that existed 500 years ago, or stories from before the world was divided into demonic and non-demon realms.

The element of reincarnation.

A story from 500 years ago and now.

In addition, users were able to hear the stories of characters in the game through a device called NPC flashbacks.

Among them, there were three NPCs who were particularly popular with users.

It was so popular that the production team even created a separate DLC for the character.

[Franz of the Cold Heart VOL.1]

[Forgotten Wizard Seira VOL.2]

[Sileia’s Champion Yoru VOL.3]

The first part of the expanded version was released, and the community where stories about the reincarnated swordsman were mainly spread were filled with posts calling out the emperor’s name.

Users cheered and were enthusiastic. The fact that he even gave a nickname to a supporting character made a big impression.

Since I played all the expansions in my previous life, Siron also shared that moment.

[The emperor was a saint who will go down in history, but he was by no means a good father. Maybe that was the reason why my brother went crazy.]

I could vividly remember the bitter line that [Holy Flame Emperor Viktor] uttered when he cut down the apostle, even now that I was possessed in the game.

*

What happened?

Even though the moon waxed and waned several times since then, for some reason, Victor did not appear.

It was winter and it was snowing.

It’s a new year and I’m one year older.

“young master.”

In the snow-covered practice hall of the mansion, Ophelia approached Siron, who was sweating while swinging a piece of iron.

“A letter arrived today with no sender.”

“…At least it’s Victor.”

Siron said bluntly as he accepted the envelope given by Ophelia.

The envelope in his hand had no markings or writing, but it was easy to guess who the sender was because of the dark blue color symbolizing the imperial family.

“If you’re going to send letters regularly, why don’t you come in person?”

Shiron put down the iron piece and put the dried beef jerky he took out of his arms into his mouth. When I opened the smooth seal without a seal, I saw a piece of paper with a short line written on it.

[I’m really sorry. Please forgive me. I can’t tell you what’s going on because it’s a secret. I’ll end by saying I’m sorry again.]

“I’m going to turn.”

Siron’s expression distorted after reading the letter. I don’t know how many letters this has been, but I think I’ve received at least 30, and each time it was like this.

Siron was displeased with Viktor, who had not shown his face for a long time.

It is not known whether he was busy due to his status as a prince, and the fact that he did not show his face even after winter came and the sun passed added to his list of scandalous sins.

“What? “Is it Victor again?”

Lucia, who was shoveling the snow accumulated in the training ground, approached Siron.

“okay.”

After answering Lucia’s question, Chiron breathed into the air.

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It was difficult to receive so many letters from a boy, so Shiron threw the letters into the bonfire in the corner of the gymnasium.

“I wrote a line to say I’m sorry again.”

“…Where did you go to asylum?”

“Why is he in exile?”

“Because you’re bothering me so much.”

“……Are you that obvious?”

At Lucia’s point, Chiron opened her eyes wide and said.

“Oh, it’s obvious.”

Lucia opened her mouth in a daze at Shiron’s absurd reaction, then spoke quietly.

“The last time I saw him was the day you asked me to come over.”

“yes.”

“Think about it. The kid who has been bullying me relentlessly until now has declared that he will go to my house and harass me, and if I can run away, I will run away.”

“Isn’t it normal for friends to be like this…”

Shiron remembered the face of a childhood friend he would never see again.

And Shiron touched her lips as if thinking. Sometimes, whenever Shiron had something to think about, he would touch somewhere on his face like this.

While facing Chiron for a long time, Lucia came to remember each and every little habit of Chiron.

And Lucia looked at Chiron, who was one head taller than her eye level, and at Siriel in the distance.

Siriel was wearing mittens and a fur hat that Eldrina had made herself, and was making a snowman out of the snow accumulated in the training ground.

“brother! Lucia! “Help me with this!”

Siriel, who came towards us rolling a large snowball, was slightly taller than Lucia.

*

And a few days later.

Victor, dressed more extravagantly than before, came to the mansion.

“It’s coming so quickly.”

“…I know. It’s been a really long time. hahahaha.”

Siron, who was sitting on a bench and sipping lemonade, looked at Victor quietly. The quality of the attendants behind Victor had improved since the last time he came.

This isn’t just about looking strong.

Even if I think back to the first time Viktor came to the mansion with his troops, I am more disciplined than then. Above all, no one turned their gaze towards Siron, who was leisurely biting at a straw in front of the prince.

‘I guess there were circumstances that I couldn’t talk about.’

Siron stared at Viktor, unable to make proper eye contact.

The silk clothes embroidered with gold thread were luxurious enough to transform the boy who was rolling around on the dirt with foam at the mouth in his last memory into a dignified nobleman.

“Seeing that you are dressed up and working hard, can I believe that you brought good news?”

“…okay.”

Viktor took a deep breath and spoke hesitantly.

He was prepared to get hit, but fortunately Siron hadn’t done anything to him yet.

Thanking him for that, Victor sat across from Siron.

“The second brother was expelled from the palace.”

“That’s unfortunate news.”

The words that came out of his slightly more serious mouth were somewhat shocking news. However, contrary to what he said out of his mouth, Siron had a calm expression, as if it was no big deal.

2 Disposition of Prince Henry.

If he is the culprit who followed Siron, considering the emperor’s personality, it seems unlikely that it would have ended that way.

“Surely, that’s the end?”

“Of course not.”

“Then tell me quickly why you haven’t been able to show your face until now.”

Siron slightly leaned forward as if urging Victor. Victor continued speaking while gesturing to the attendant behind him.

“The day I asked Abama to invite you to the imperial palace, she was also pleased. And a few days later, my second brother and his mother, Lady Ajani, were dethroned… and effectively exiled to their maternal principality.”

Victor continued with a deep sigh, feeling burdened as he conveyed the heavy truth.

“And, the faction that had supported the second brother disintegrated, and a change occurred in the palace. “It’s a really scary thing. It was a power base that had been built up for at least 10 years, but with just one word from my father, a major cleansing occurred.”

“…”

“It may sound unpleasant, but I think the reason is probably because your second brother took the lead in following you. “Some of the court wizards who supported my second brother were literally cut off.”

“What is unpleasant?”

Siron chuckled as if it was no big deal.

As befits the title of emperor with a cold heart, it was assumed that the current emperor would cut off his own child’s head. Rather, Siron was a little surprised by the moderate response of deportation.

Victor seemed to have accepted Siron’s smile a little differently, and spoke with a relieved smile.

“Still, I’m glad you’re not offended.”

“why? “What did I say?”

“I heard that Abama really likes you. That’s why he graciously accepted my request to invite you.”

At that time, a servant came to Victor’s side and held out a tray wrapped in a carpet.

“But they said not right now.”

Victor picked up the paper on the tray and handed it to Siron.

“You said that you haven’t finished cleaning the house yet, so if you come to the palace now, you will be faced with an embarrassing situation.”

“I don’t mind.”

Siron chuckled.

When I heard that it was cleaning the house, I had an idea.

Siron, who received the letter from Victor, stood up toward the imperial palace and bowed his head three times.

“!”

Victor’s eyes widened when he saw Siron’s actions.

Siron glanced at Viktor, whose mouth was open, as if he had seen something he could not see.

“What you looking at.”

“no. It was so unexpected. “Did you know you could do something like that?”

“Who do you think this really is? “How many private lessons do I take per day?”

Siron opened the letter and checked its contents.

[Punitive system]

It was a proper invitation with the date and location written on it.

It is completely different in tone from the letter filled with vulgar swear words that Siron sent to Victor.

“…What is this?”

“Should I say instead? “He said he would like to invite you to the subjugation festival held every New Year.”

Siron slowly turned to Victor, who seemed to be asking whether he would participate. The punitive system had a very different weight from going to a friend’s house.