Reincarnated User Manual - Reincarnated User Manual chapter 67

67 – Punishment system (3)

Knock-knock-knock-

“hmm?”

An annex for an early lunch.

Encia heard a cheerful knock on the front door.

Since the person who would come here without the master and the young lady was determined, she went down to the first floor without showing any sign of caution and opened the door wide.

“hello. “Pretty maid.”

“Oh my goodness.”

Encia covered her mouth with both hands. As expected, Siriel Prien was standing there.

She didn’t like the girl who looked nothing like Hugo.

“What brought you to the annex?”

In response to Siriel’s frankness in using the word ‘pretty’ as if it were natural, Ensia bent her knees with a slightly relaxed face.

Siriel, dressed in a white uniform, smiled at him and said.

“I came to see Shiron and… Lucia!”

“ah…”

Ensia smiled lukewarmly.

“The boy and the young lady are not in the mansion right now.”

“yes?”

“Because you went on a little far trip.”

“A trip? “Where?”

“Um… I don’t know, but I heard that you are going to a place quite far away.”

Encia gave a smirk to Siriel, who took a while to understand the situation.

“Young Master said you won’t be able to come here for the next few weeks… Ah!”

Encia clapped her hands as if she realized something and hurried into the house.

After a while.

Encia appeared, breathing slightly heavier, holding a red package in her hand.

“The master asked me to deliver this to Lady Siriel.”

“…candy?”

“yes. Eating it one day at a time… Phew. He asked me to wait. “Puhup, puhhahahahaha.”

Encia, unable to stop laughing, held her stomach and started laughing.

Siriel quietly looked inside the package, not knowing why the maid was smiling.

‘There’s a lot of candy.’

Siriel picked up a yellow candy and put it in her mouth. As much as there were candies, I felt like I would have to wait a long time for my brother.

*

Johan completed the check-in process for everyone including the knights at the central station of the island.

The sight of giants wearing armor lining up to board the train became a spectacle for citizens using the station.

The train that Shiron and the others boarded was the No. 2 express train bound for Arwen.

The interior of the train was no less luxurious than Hugo’s mansion. Not only was there a line of furniture worthy of the luxury modifier, but the floor to ceiling was covered with an unmanageable red carpet.

“…nice.”

Lucia, sitting on the sofa as red as her hair, said blankly. However, what she was criticizing was not the interior decoration of the train.

Black iron sword.

From the blacksmith shop to entering the train, she never let go of her sword.

The sword, which had been in its sheath the entire time, was finally able to come out.

Even though I cut myself with an iron sword a little while ago, there wasn’t even a small scratch on the blade.

Of course, it was partly because Lucia’s sword blade was so neat, but it was also because she was so good at swords.

Lucia took out the camellia oil and carpets she had brought from the blacksmith shop and laid them out.

Click- She opened the lid of the glass bottle, and a subtle scent spread throughout the car.

‘Didn’t I say it was difficult to manage?’

“good.”

Lucia smeared a little oil on the carpet and started dabbing it with the blade.

snug-

Lucia did not even look at the scenery while the train was moving, and was eager to take care of the equipment.

*

“Sup…”

I fell asleep for a while. Shiron ran his sleeve over his mouth and opened his eyes slightly.

‘what. Are you still doing that?’

Then, Shiron opened her eyes wide. Across from him was Lucia, who still hadn’t let go of the sword.

Shiron looked at the clock on the wall. 4:30 p.m. The time she boarded the train was 1:20, and for over three hours, Lucia was sharpening her knife without doing anything else.

Siron rested his chin and looked at Lucia.

Whether Siron saw it or not, Lucia’s face was red and she was fiddling with her knife, and the corner of her mouth was smirking to the point of being a little unpleasant.

Also, if you concentrate, you can even hum.

“Sup…”

Siron traced his dry lips with his tongue.

Seeing her happy like a child receiving a favorite toy made me feel a little uneasy, even though I thought it was a good thing.

‘Of course, I should have bought it with my own money.’

There were preparations for the subjugation system, and the idea of going to the blacksmith’s shop was brought up to increase Lucia’s favorability.

However, when Lucia performed a skill of cutting steel without even using a sword technique, John, as if he felt like a grandfather who had seen his granddaughter’s tricks, readily opened his wallet and gave Lucia a gift.

Things got strange. Siron hinted at Lucia with a dull feeling.

“Is that really that good?”

“huh?”

Lucia shrugged her shoulders a little, as if she was startled.

“What, what?”

“You’ve been fiddling with the knife since a while ago. “I was wondering if I would do it if I really liked it.”

“…”

Lucia stopped her hand and lowered her head.

I felt somewhat embarrassed. Even though she hadn’t done anything wrong, she couldn’t figure out why she felt embarrassed.

Shiron, who was watching this, smiled and held out his hand.

“hey. “Can I try it just once?”

“……why?”

Lucia leaned back a little and looked at Siron. He looked like a child before his toy was taken away.

“You have a lot of good knives.”

“…”

“There’s the dagger that my uncle gave me as a gift, and there’s that strangely sharp knife…”

“…”

“Ah, I understand. “Stop staring.”

Lucia held out the knife as if reluctantly handing it over.

Siron quickly grabbed the hilt of the black iron sword.

“oh.”

It’s black, big and heavy.

In summary, it was a reassuring feeling. I felt like it was five times heavier than a normal sword.

Compared to the holy sword stored inside, this one seemed to have a bit more flavor to wield.

“Isn’t it good because it’s heavy?”

“right?”

Lucia was happy as if she had heard her own compliment.

*

Two days later, we arrived at Arwen Plateau.

Okay-

Siron got off the train and stretched.

It was my first time riding a train for such a long time.

Of course, there were no inconveniences in moving around as it was equipped with all convenience facilities, including shower rooms, but it was quite boring to see the endless agricultural fields.

‘It was better the last time I took the carriage.’

When moving from Dawn Castle to Lien, there were monsters the size of houses wandering around and corpses that Hugo swept up, so there were some fantasy-like attractions.

However, the sight that unfolded before my eyes was so spectacular that it put the boring journey in vain.

The cool wind unique to the highlands tickled my head, and the endless grasslands danced like waves along it.

It’s good up to that point.

Except for the large figures scattered throughout the landscape.

There was no cackling voice in the noisy place.

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Unfortunately, most of the people I noticed from the moment I got off the train were men. Not as many as John, but there were rare people without scars on their faces.

‘Wow, it’s a complete pepper field.’

Siron suppressed the feeling of nausea and held back the nausea rising. Here and there, it was full of muscular lumps that seemed to ooze cancer.

“…Did you come here for no reason?”

Siron felt a little resentful of the emperor who invited him here.

Lucia also had a strange feeling. The place that Siron brought to the festival was like a battlefield where an army consisting of only men was stationed.

There were no serfs or citizens endlessly drawn into the battlefield where fire and cold weapons collided, but the smell of iron and an unpleasant smell was still spreading.

Lucia turned her gaze away from the men showing off their bulging muscles and stared at Siron.

“Shiron. What festival is here? Is it a festival in the first place? “What’s going on here?”

“I don’t know, f*ck. “I was fooled too.”

The punitive system that Siron remembers was not this much of a men’s bathhouse. In the games he played, it was rare to find women with beautiful looks on the field.

Orca Siriel or something.

Sword God Lucia or something.

There was also Yoru, the champion of Sileia.

‘Now that I think about it, that was 10 years later.’

Siron’s face crumpled, and Lucia, who was looking around, couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

“…What festival is only for men? What about women? “Am I the only one who is a woman?”

“hahahaha. “If it’s a woman, it’s over there, right?”

At the place pointed by John, who let out a loud laugh, there was a group of people with their entire bodies covered in armor.

“Why are you so sure that they are women, Knight John?”

“It smells different.”

John narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, looking at them as if they were evaluating them. Lucia followed John’s instructions and took a deep breath and smelled the scent, but all she could smell was the disgusting sweat of machos.

Siron’s eyes widened when he heard that there was a woman.

“You mean the smell?”

“yes. “They don’t have the deep, wild scent that a well-trained man gives off.”

“…”

Lucia looked at John with bitter eyes.

What was so good about it? Only John looked as excited as a fish in water.