Reincarnated User Manual

152 – Karma

“What is that kid?”

Siriel Prien pursed her lips and glared at Siron. No, more precisely, the cute girl clinging to him.

Black hair and purple eyes. The appearance is very cute. If I were to marry my brother in the future, I would want to have a daughter like that. If that was all there was to it, I could turn a blind eye to Siriel and think of her as just an ordinary child.

Because I already know through prophetic dreams that many women will be drawn to my brother’s side. therefore. I was confident that Siriel wouldn’t mind even if one or two ordinary women got involved…

“Again, my name is [Laterra]!”

but,

The body of the girl who introduced herself as Latera was leaking divine power so great that even Siriel, who was not involved in the religion, could tell.

“I am the hero’s promised companion and an arrangement prepared for the future!”

“I didn’t ask you?!”

Miss Siriel! He said harshly.

It’s not ordinary. extraordinary With such a cute appearance, it’s a rarity that can’t be replaced… If this happens, it’s foolish not to pay attention. Since she had declared that she would prove her worth not long ago, Siriel could not help but watch a child she had never seen cling to her brother and smile brightly.

“Oppa. What on earth is this kid? Where on earth does he come from to be so kind to you?”

“Didn’t you already introduce yourself?”

Shiron shrugged his shoulders and looked down at Latera.

“How much did you tell Siriel?”

“Um… could you put it down closer to my ear?”

Shiron bent down on his knees and brought him closer to Latera, and whispered cautiously so that Latera’s voice wouldn’t leak out.

– I didn’t tell you that I’m an angel.

-why?

– I don’t think the warrior would want it. I shouldn’t divulge such an important fact, right?

Laterra removed her mouth from Chiron’s cheek and glanced at Siriel. Among the people she met in this world, she could understand in her head that Lucia and Seira were by Shiron’s side. But the girl didn’t understand at all.

Siriel Prien. Siron’s younger cousin. Isn’t that just a girl?

Seira is a great magician who was called the lord of ten thousand demons. Lucia is a genius prosecutor who has knowledge of Kylie’s past life. But Siriel…

‘Compared to heroes, I’m just a kid who’s good at using a sword.’

Latera chuckled and narrowed her eyes. If we look at it closely, Siriel’s swordsmanship skills were not good enough to be described as being good at using a sword, but even the moon fades when standing next to the sun. Siriel, who noticed his disdainful gaze, widened her eyes and the veins on her neck stood out.

“Did you… just laugh at me?”

“You’re laughing at me. I’ve never done that.”

“Bah, you just heard me sneezing!”

“Ah, I wonder if you’ve heard it wrong? You’re the benefactor who saved the hero from danger, so I’m laughing at someone like that? It’s ridiculous.”

“Oh, did you hear that? Didn’t this kid just laugh at me?”

“…Lucia.”

Chiron placed her hand on Latera’s crown and stared at Lucia.

“Why me?”

“Take LaTera out for a bit. I have something to say with Siriel.”

“…okay.”

It worked out well when I was worried about unnecessary sparks. Lucia nodded slightly and took Laterra outside.

“Then me too…”

“You should stay.”

Just as Seira was about to leave, Shiron grabbed her by the back of her neck.

“…Weren’t you trying to comfort Siriel?”

“why me?”

After ringing her ear a few times, Siron pulled Seira to sit next to Siriel. Maybe it’s because they have the same hair color, but when they were put together, they looked like sisters.

“You need to explain why Siriel is here.”

“…”

“…”

A fact I had forgotten, a mistake that came to mind late. Seira and Siriel glanced at each other and pursed their lips. Silence filled the room for a moment. It was Siriel who spoke first.

“…There’s nothing wrong with you, teacher. You just forced me to join you because I said I wanted to follow you. So, if you’re going to scold me, oppa, just do it.”

Siriel put her hand on her chest with a tearful look on her face. Siron did not respond to Siriel and looked at Seira indifferently.

“Seira, is that true?”

“Yes, it’s true, but…”

‘Wouldn’t it make me too petty to admit it here?’

Seira sighed repeatedly, wondering how this happened. Obviously… there was no problem in secretly following Siron. Although Siriel wanted to follow Siron, she never had the desire to follow him or stay at the same hotel.

I just entered my friend’s mausoleum, visited a museum, and tasted exotic food, just like an ordinary tourist.

Siriel is happy to have the same experience as her brother, and Seira is happy to be able to visit her friend’s mausoleum for the first time in a long time. It’s good that Siron and Lucia were interrupted… A happy ending was expected for everyone.

However, things did not work out so easily that one could say it was fate.

“It’s my fault. Siriel’s not at fault.”

“teacher…”

“I shouldn’t have accepted Siriel’s complaints. I shouldn’t have come to you because of that damn dream. So don’t blame Siriel, blame me.”

Seira spoke calmly and cast a pitiful look towards Siriel.

Although he somehow overcomes the crisis, he prevents Siriel, who is still an emotionally immature child, from being hated by Siron.

Seira thought that was what she had to do, and Siriel, who read her thoughts, looked moved and had tears in her eyes.

“Why is everyone so anxious to make me a bad person?”

Siron, who was watching the skit between the two, let out an irritated voice. I have no intention of scolding this person, so what kind of misunderstanding is there? Seira blinked and stared at Shiron in response to the negativity that was spit out.

“Weren’t you trying to scold me?”

“In the end, nothing went wrong, so is there any reason to scold me?”

“Because you didn’t listen and followed me?”

“What should I do if I’m angry about something that’s already been done? And if I have to scold you, I should scold you, not Siriel.”

“…me?”

“Yes. You showed up unexpectedly and on your own, so I didn’t have time to react.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Seira lowered her head and shook her head. When she thought about why she did that that night, there were so many things that even she didn’t understand.

“Why on earth is that like that? You came to me late at night, mumbling something incomprehensible, and your holy sword was shining. I thought you went crazy and came to attack me?”

“…Sorry.”

“I’m not saying I’m sorry, but I’m saying let’s think back on why we did what we did. That’s more meaningful than an apology right now.”

“That… that.”

As Shiron spoke as if admonishing, Seira pursed her lips.

“I saw Kylie’s body in my dream.”

“and.”

“And there I saw a child named Latera. After that, I somehow felt like I had to go to you… I don’t know. There are more than one strange thing. This is the first time I’ve met Latera.”

Seira held her head and spoke as if blaming herself. Then, Siriel, who was listening to the story next to him, suddenly stuck out his body.

“Isn’t that a precognitive dream? Sensei, too, has awakened the power of prophecy.”

“Seira is not Prien. Even if that’s the case, that’s not the case.”

Siriel suggested the possibility, but Siron spoke clearly.

The power of prophecy is a power that only Prien has. In the game, a setting that informs the enemy’s attack point or location to appear. Through him, Glenn Prien was able to stop the apostles descending from the Devil’s Land to an indiscriminate position.

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“…could someone have intervened in your mind?”

“Intervention?”

“Like you did to others. I was trying to manipulate you to achieve a purpose.”

Siron came up with a serious hypothesis. Seira’s face became increasingly red and she made a hoarse sound.

“That’s nonsense. I’m Seira. I’m an archmage who has no equal in this world when it comes to magic…”

“Who doesn’t admit that you are an archmage? But that doesn’t mean you have strong mental power, does it? In fact, I heard you had no idea why you did something unexpected.”

“That’s true, but…”

Seira made a groaning expression. Her pride was greatly crushed when she admitted it like this, but the more she remembered, the more she came to an uneasy conclusion.

Someone unknown has invaded your mind to achieve their goal. When she remembered that fact, a ray of cold sweat ran down Seira’s spine.

“Teacher, why don’t you buy some magic equipment that strengthens your mental power? Like my ribbon.”

“…I should do that.”

Seira reluctantly nodded. Although the outcome was good this time, an unfortunate incident could have occurred where the player impulsively attacked his allies.

“Then then. Who is this bastard who interfered with your dreams?”

“…is it a demon?”

“It’s probably not a demon god. If that guy who’s sleeping somewhere in the demon realm regains enough power to interfere with you, the Makal Mountains would probably have collapsed, right?”

“But then it’s really a handful.”

Seira thought of a powerful being capable of interfering with her mind.

The Queen of the Deep Sea was torn to pieces and killed, and King Wu’s thoughts were also killed. The only ones alive were the Tower of Despair owner and the Heatwave Dragon Demodoras, but those two did not remember Seira, who was cursed by the demon god.

Shiron put his hand on his chin and stared at Seira.

“Could it be the Tower of Despair owner or Demodoras? Maybe it could be the apostles. Since they receive the power of a demon god, it wouldn’t be impossible to call them the power of a god.”

“…of course I thought about that too…there is a curse.”

“It’s a curse from a demon god. It may not apply to the apostles who are members of that family. Your curse doesn’t apply to me, Siriel, and Lucia, right? The demon god’s curse doesn’t seem that absolute either.”

“…There is nothing easy about it. As soon as there are people who remember, something like this happens.”

Seira sighed with a gloomy expression. Siron patted her on the back and made a bitter expression.

“First, let’s get some magic equipment that increases mental power on the way back home.”

Siron hated being stopped because of no answer. Seira nodded slightly as if agreeing with him.

*

On the other hand, the house of the warrior whose light has gone out.

In a space where pitch-black darkness fell, the 1,200 or so abandoned guards held each other’s hands and lined up in one line.

And the first in that matrix.

Guardian Captain Raihan gritted his teeth at the pain that was to come. If he could die, he would have died, but hell did not allow Raihan to die. There was no need to breathe or eat. If you strain your hand to pierce the heart, all you can do is bend your fingers.

However, only the sacred flame allowed death. Raihan, who remembered his departed comrades, spoke vaguely to his comrades lined up next to him.

“…See you again in heaven.”

Hwareuk-

Raihan, who strengthened his faith, created a white flame in his hand. His hand went to his chest and burned his body, creating a pillar of light in the black space. Raihan recited the contents of the sutra while feeling the pain of his body burning alive. He thought that this pain was a sacrifice that had to be made if it was the way to save Braham and go to heaven.