Reincarnated User Manual

3 – The Young Lady of the Hero Family (2)

Dawn Castle.

The Prien House castle with 500 years of history exuded an antique atmosphere.

One of countless places in ‘Reincarnated God of the Sword’, it handled the game’s latter half and was an important fork.

“One, two, three, four…and five times?”

Here Syron died a total of 5 times. Interestingly, not one death was the same.

Walking the hall, Syron mulled over the future events he knew would unfold.

Knowing everything that would happen was an enormous advantage.

For a brat who couldn’t yet use a sword or magic to preserve his one life in this perilous world, what should he do?

The answer was to build his own domain no one could encroach on.

Preparing for the future and making the optimal choices.

For now, he had no choice but to utilize his overwhelming advantage – knowing he possessed a boy marked with death flags, yet unable to leave this place.

Just then he sensed a presence.

Glancing back, it was the red-haired girl.

“…….”

Bangs chopped short, between them golden eyes glared this way.

‘Lucia.’

Blazing red hair, fierce eyes slanted up. She was exactly as in the game, alive and breathing before him.

‘Since when was she following me?’

It was flustering.

You could say awkward.

Because Syron didn’t want to confront her alone just yet.

He certainly hadn’t forgotten yesterday. Perhaps he would never forget his whole life.

But now, he didn’t plan on revenge or resolving the conflict – though you could call it that positively.

Normally he would’ve spat ‘What’re you looking at?’ first. However, causing more issues with her now was a hopeless battle.

Syron thought for a moment how to respond to the sudden younger half-sister.

“Hi.”

Syron waved his right hand in an overly friendly manner, grinning widely.

Then he jerked his head around and took off down his path.

There’s an old saying, a gentleman bides his time for ten years to avenge an insult. Meaning a gentleman is patient in getting revenge.

Recalling the old adage, Syron smiled satisfactorily.

*

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as Syron wanted.

Tap tap – tap tap

Swish swish – swish swish

‘Why does she keep following me?’

Syron had clearly greeted Lucia. But it wasn’t a conventional greeting.

‘Should’ve just ignored her.’

He greeted her briefly since their eyes met. He could’ve totally ignored her, but chose not to.

‘Right, it’s proper to greet. If I’d passed by silently, I’d have seemed like a sulky child over yesterday’s incident. I did my best.’

As he aimlessly walked, a wide clearing entered his vision.

“…….”

“…….”

Their steps halted simultaneously.

They had arrived at the training yard on the edge of Dawn Castle.

Like Syron, Lucia had business at the training yard, so followed him.

Syron reined in his nerves, taut till now over the presence behind him.

‘I shouldn’t have paid it any mind.’

He had wasted mental energy for nothing. Now wasn’t the time. Syron briskly entered the armory.

The possessed boy had much he wanted to confirm.

*

Swish swish – swish swish

The sound of swinging wooden swords echoed in the snow-covered yard.

It must have snowed last night. That was Lucia’s guess.

Crunch crunch – stepping lightly as she swung the blade. Left, right, forward, back.

There was no wavering in the sword sweeping fiercely. Though it was wood, its movements contained the force to readily overpower a man.

‘Is this it?’

Though brief, her progress was decent.

It had been a week since she started wielding a sword.

Despite not holding a sword for the 8 years since reincarnating, Lucia felt a natural satisfaction at her swift improvement.

Before being a hero, as the Sword God Cailyn, she prided herself on mastering the way of the sword. Following her instincts was the answer, the best, the pinnacle.

“Hah.”

After ceaselessly wielding it for two hours, Lucia slowly exhaled white breath to catch her breath.

‘It really has been so long. To freely swing a sword like this.’

Lucia gazed at the hazy sky.

‘Reincarnation, huh.’

500 years ago, she had died.

On the road home to live out her remaining years after defeating the demon, her body that she’d pushed to the limit crumbling was her last memory.

‘Should I call it good?’

When she thought all was over, that was the end.

She hadn’t expected any reward for her efforts.

She just wished to chat over a drink with her comrades, and vent her frustrations…

‘Even so, to be suddenly reincarnated unannounced.’

Certainly, it was nice in the countryside cottage, crawling about in infancy.

Though without a father, the pastoral life with her mother was the peaceful daily life she had always dreamed of in her past life.

Instead of screams, there was laughter. She frolicked in flower fields instead of burnt villages.

But that too was a fleeting moment.

“Damn it.”

As unpleasant thoughts surfaced, Lucia vigorously shook her head. Then she raised her head, shifting her gaze.

At the end of her sight was a boy called Syron. She was told he was her half-brother.

Whoosh-

Only when she finally calmed her battle focus did she notice him in her vision.

Whoosh-

In her view suited him well.

Frankly, his actions looked like a mess to Lucia.

‘What’s that guy doing?’

Surrounding Syron were several wooden weapons. Not just swords, but spears, maces, daggers, shields, even a stick with a huge rock on the end.

Thwack – whoosh

Syron kept switching weapons, just wildly swinging them down with force.

Lucia couldn’t comprehend any meaning in that behavior.

It merely looked like a child’s play to her.

“Oh…”

A gasp involuntarily left her mouth.

‘Could he be consciously doing that in response to my actions?’

“Wow, this really works!”

“…….”

Now he babbled nonsense, chuckling to himself.

Going further, he grabbed a snowball and stuffed it in his mouth, like he suddenly got thirsty.

Snow? Why’s he putting that in his mouth?

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‘Is he crazy?’

At their first meeting, he seemed just a shy child.

Lucia recalled arriving here led by the man claiming to be her father.

– This child is your sister.

He said that not to Lucia, but the boy.

Seeing the red-haired man, though they resembled each other in many ways, she didn’t feel a fatherly sense from him at all.

Besides, suddenly appearing and asserting he’s her father – wasn’t that absurd in itself?

‘No proof or anything.’

The unfamiliar situation ate at her mind. She had no leisure.

Lucia combed through her memories.

On the way here from the cottage where she and her mother lived, the man calling himself her father told several shocking stories.

His name being Glenn Prien.

The duty of Prien.

The Prien legacy.

Her mother’s story.

The story of her half-sibling.

It all sounded like nonsense to Lucia the reincarnator, but most unbelievable was the claim that the entire Prien family were descendants of the hero Cailyn.

She reflexively rejected the idea that the boy was a descendant of her past self, the hero Cailyn.

‘No way that kid’s my descendant.’

She irritably kneaded her brow.

‘That guy doing weird stuff is my descendant?’

Perhaps so. Physiologically, Lucia found it difficult to accept the existence called Syron.

Thinking everything was over, the lingering remnants of the past after 500 years felt loathsome and burdensome.

Rather than nice words to get along, not fighting would be fortunate, she thought.

And,

She acted rashly first.

Shamefully, she couldn’t restrain her irritation at the child’s taunts.

“Status window! Oh, that doesn’t work.”

‘Or…’

Seeing Syron shouting incomprehensible things at the air, a thought struck her.

‘Did I mess up a kid? maybe he hit his head when he collapsed…’

Lucia clenched her teeth.

She had only taught him a small lesson when he made an insolent remark. Though a two year age gap between siblings, losing in a squabble could be tiring… She meant to discipline the 10 year old brat claiming to be her father a little.

But this result wasn’t her intention at all. Regret welled up that she should have been more prudent.

‘I wasn’t mature, baring my true feelings. No matter how great a kid, he’s only 10 after all.’

Lucia approached Syron, babbling nonsense while chewing his lips. With every step, strength seeped into her fist.