Reincarnated User Manual

95 – I have a younger brother

If you ask who the class that forms the basis of the Holy Empire, Lucerne, is, most people will point to the Pope, the representative of God.

However, contrary to the perception of the world, all the citizens of Lucerne answered that they were priests.

‘Not a cardinal, not a paladin, not a bishop, but a priest barely below the hierarchy?’

However, if we consider that it is ultimately the priests who create believers and consider the principle that faith persists through the existence of believers, there is no room for refutation.

“However, no matter how gracious the Gospel may be in reaching the continent, it is of no use if it is hated by the kings and feudal lords who tightly surround it.”

“Yes.”

“…No matter how high our intentions are, in their eyes we are an outside force with the citizenship of Lucerne.”

“No matter. Of course it has to be that way.”

Shiron smiled brightly at the man in front of him.

Dispatched Bishop Paulo Martini.

A man with oily blonde hair slicked back. Bad-tempered eyes and a hooked nose were placed on a thin face.

Even at first glance, he gives the impression that he is strict. However, he is a person of character who has gained the trust of the native people within a year of taking office in this disputed area.

I heard that he was once a member of the Holy Mace Knights, but I heard a rumor that he retired after a terrible accident. Siron glanced at the prosthetic leg located below his knee.

The prosthetic leg with the Pope’s seal on it prevented the area where the flesh came into contact with the prosthetic leg from getting crushed.

‘It’s amazing every time I see it.’

Siron was often curious about and tried to explore elements that did not appear in the game.

Although he had a childlike side that could hardly be considered a possessor. This can’t be helped. It is a universal truth that his body is like that of a 17-year-old and his hormones are in full swing, and his mind follows his body.

and.

I couldn’t get through the situation using only the elements from the game. It was like that yesterday, and it will be like that in the future as well. Siron had to use everything in a given situation without hesitation.

“at last!”

thud-

As Siron’s gaze seemed to go somewhere else, Paulo stamped his prosthetic leg on the floor.

“Priests, even if their temperament is not like that, must display a neat and gentle demeanor. Each and every one of them is no different from a diplomat dispatched to a foreign country!”

“I know. So please stop preaching and sign it. That way, you’ll have to graduate or not, right?”

“…under.”

Paulo covered his face with his hands. Seeing the young man’s shameless attitude made me feel a little dizzy.

He rubbed his hot eyelids. Then I looked at the pile of documents on the table.

It was Siron’s enrollment record.

[Chiron Prien]

[17 years old]

[3rd year student at Lucerne Theological Seminary]

[Youngest to enroll, youngest to finish second in martial arts competition, youngest to win an academic competition, youngest to subdue demons, youngest to subdue a cult…]

His resume is impressive. It has to be that way. The young man in front of me was the best talent since the establishment of Lucerne Academy…

Although he received a letter of recommendation from Captain Malleus during the admission process, he confidently passed the Lucerne Seminary entrance exam at the young age of 14, which originally required 17-year-olds.

A child who has not yet been baptized passes the entrance exam to a seminary that requires a lifetime of memorizing the Gospel to pass the exam? It was natural that everyone in Lucerne paid attention to Siron.

And, as if to show off, the young man began breaking all kinds of records for being the youngest.

‘but…’

Nevertheless, Paulo was hesitant to graduate Sirone.

It was not because they were concerned about leaking valuable talent to the outside world, but because Siron was not a suitable person to become a priest.

He looked at the last page of the student record.

[Absence 156 times, tardiness 14 times, drinking in the dormitory, assaulting an upperclassman, trespassing in the dormitory with an elf lover…]

The moment he saw it, Paulo felt dizzy.

These are all sufficient reasons for expulsion.

Paulo was madly curious as to who his successor was that allowed that young man to complete his third year of seminary.

‘The assault on the upperclassman was filed by classmates, and the elf lover was somehow covered up by claiming that he was his guardian, but the absenteeism and drinking could not have been overlooked…’

“ha…”

“Bishop Paulo. What’s the problem?”

When Paulo just sighed without answering, Siron opened his mouth as if he was annoyed.

“Bishop, you saw the group of vicious heretics I defeated yesterday. Captain Malleus also said that if you achieve this level of achievement, you can not only graduate early but also be ordained a priest for free.”

“Priestly ordination… or something…?”

“Priest. I’m speechless. Anyway.”

Siron smiled warmly at Paulo.

Paulo looked into Siron’s eyes, which were curved like crescent moons.

Although he had a friendly expression on his face at first glance, Paulo knew how vicious that young man was.

It was obvious what would happen if Siron was ordained a priest now.

‘Rumors will spread that the priest of Lucerne is a devil without blood or tears.’

Paulo’s decision was made.

He decided to convince Shiron right here and now.

“Do you really need to become a priest? You are suited to be a paladin… no, an Inquisitor. That is not enough. You are a natural Inquisitor!”

“Bishop.”

“…Something?”

Paulo answered a little late.

“If you become an Inquisitor, you can’t return to your hometown.”

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“…yes.”

It certainly was. The Heresy Questioners of the Holy Empire were originally an elite group of orphans who had nowhere to go. So, naturally, an organizational culture arose where employees were deployed to operations without any vacation.

“I have younger sisters and a lot of family to support.”

“…don’t lie. There’s no one in Lucerne who doesn’t know that you’re a great noble of the Rien Empire.”

“I came back a week ago, and there are a lot of letters.”

Chiron sighed and handed him the envelopes.

charleuk-

not one or two

Countless letters almost spilled onto the table.

“Can’t you feel it, Bishop?”

“…How many chapters are these?”

“It will be about thirty-five.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I think so too.”

Siron smiled brightly and looked at the sender of the letter.

Siriel Siriel Siriel… Chapter 30

Lucia, Lucia… Chapter 4

Victor… Chapter 1

‘What is this guy that sends letters every month?’

Siron tore up Victor’s letter. There is no need to check. It was probably an appeal to them not to come to the academy since they had taken care of all the bugs that bothered Lucia and Siriel.

“My younger sisters miss their brother so much.”

“I understand…”

Paulo sighed, signed the paper, and stamped the license whose ink was not yet dry. The youngest priest was born here.

[Priest License]

A shiny, shiny ID card. This is the entrance ticket to the holy place.

Siron put the license in his arms and smiled at Paulo.

“Please give my regards to Captain Malleus as well.”

“…Sure.”

“Bishop, let’s meet again later when we have time.”

“May God bless you always on your way.”

“thank you.”

Siron left the cathedral feeling much lighter.

When I came out of the cathedral, I saw outdoor hospital beds with many sick people lying down. As expected from a disputed area, indiscriminate factional strife was still taking place. It is common for patients to visit the cathedral.

‘Today is the last day of this too.’

Siron approached the nearest patient.

Warm energy emanated from the hand, reducing the patient’s pain. Minor wounds could now be easily treated.

The patient’s face, which had been groaning in pain, became more relaxed and soon he narrowed his eyes.

“Deputy priest… thank you every time…”

“I am a priest.”

“…Priest. Thank you every time.”

“Yes. Siron Prien is the youngest priest.”

“…Ah, yes.”

Siron did not forget to say his name. It was because of the expectation that I might be able to meet Latera without having to go to the sacred place.

*

Campus in May with fresh sunlight.

In the pavilion on the rooftop where the flowers were in full bloom, Siriel Prien smiled heartily as she read the letter written in gorgeous brush strokes.

Chick-

‘Oh, is it too much?’

Siriel put the perfume aside and fluttered the paper in the air.

‘If the perfume smells too strong, my brother might see me as too cheap.’

Siriel held the paper to the tip of her nose to see if the scent was too strong.

“…Syriel.”

“Yes?”

Siriel looked up in surprise.

In front of me was a friend with a slightly sad expression. But it wasn’t Lucia.

Gracie Versailles. He was in the same class as Siriel and Lucia who entered the academy. From what I heard, she was the wife of a fairly old and prestigious samurai family… but it wasn’t an important factor for Siriel.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, ask.”

Siriel answered with a wide smile.

“Who on earth are you putting so much effort into sending a letter to?”

“It’s just. It’s a greeting letter to my brother.”

“…really?”

“huh.”

“I see…”

Gracie sipped her cold tea. The act of spraying perfume on a letter was similar to sending a love letter. Since the target was my older brother who was traveling far away, I completely cooled off.

Her friend, Siriel Prien, was a cold-looking girl who usually never showed a smile.

However, there were times when she was overtly emotional.

When sparring with Lucia, another friend of hers.

That’s what happens when you hold a stylish gold-plated feather pen and write on cute paper.

‘by the way. Are you two really sisters?’

Gracie glanced under the rooftop railing. There, in the midst of it all, a red-haired girl was beating up her seniors.