Reincarnated User Manual

33 – Siriel

The next morning.

Siron stood up, scratching his messy hair. When I turned my head to the window, the morning sun was peeking out over the snowy mountain.

Normally, I would have woken up refreshed just before the sun rose. But yesterday, something unexpected happened and I ended up oversleeping a little. Maybe that’s why my body felt a little dizzy.

As Siron yawned, he smelled the faint smell of alcohol coming from his mouth.

“…what is this?”

‘Why does my breath smell like alcohol?’

“Ugh…”

For a moment, Siron frowned.

The boy pressed his forehead and massaged it as a headache came on without warning.

The feeling of being pricked by a needle on both ends of the forehead and a slight tingling seem to indicate that Siron’s condition is different from usual.

Siron rolled his head and tried to remember what happened yesterday.

Yeah, I remember.

yesternight,

Encia, who could not control her feelings of joy, brought a barrel of alcohol from the basement warehouse to the bedroom, saying that she had to hold a celebration party.

It was only for a moment that the drinking scene took place like that. The maids who were all watching came out one by one as soon as Encia turned on the water, and the bedroom was turned into a banquet hall and filled with food.

Perhaps because there was a strange connection between them, Yuma, the maid, was unable to stop them.

-young master. Is it really necessary to skip alcohol on such an emotional day? braided! Let’s do it! braided!

-Hey, do you know how old I am now? If you’re going to drink, drink it among yourselves.

-hehehe, what a pity. It is a whiskey that has been aged for a hundred years in the basement of Dawn Castle, where the ice does not melt all year round.

-A hundred years…?

-yes. One hundred years. Come to think of it, Bocchan wasn’t an adult yet. hehehe, I can’t believe I haven’t tried this good food. ah, sorry It’s really too much for me to eat alone.

-I’m actually an adult. I don’t think there’s anything that can’t be done with just one drink.

-yes yes. Bocchan is a warrior who will kill the devil. You could say I’m already an adult doing my part. No, I can’t express it in the monotonous words of being an adult. The girl will offer a drink to the warrior.

– No fuss.

Just like that, one drink became two and then three.

Indeed, as she boasted, whiskey was an unrivaled American drink. There was no foul odor that stung my nasal passages, and the exquisite combination of subtle fruit and vanilla scents still seemed to permeate my mind.

Siron quenched his appetite even though the smell of alcohol was coming from his mouth.

‘It was delicious.’

It was a choice I did not regret. I was tempted to try it because it was an alcohol that could never exist in reality. This is because I once imagined what the food in the game would taste like.

Sometimes these aspects made Siron’s heart beat.

Siron patted his throbbing head and washed his face dry.

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‘That’s it.’

My stomach was churning and my head was pounding, but I couldn’t skip training even on a day like this.

Siron calmed his stomach by drinking water placed next to the bed.

“Ha… I think I’ll buy something.”

Although his body felt light, Siron strengthened his legs and got out of bed. Siron massaged the back of his neck in succession and prepared to head to the training ground.

*

The road to the training ground. Siron was able to meet an unexpected person.

“brother. Good morning!”

Siriel greeted Siron with a lively face.

“Yes, Siriel. “Good morning.”

Siron waved his hand moderately and responded. Even though I’ve heard the unfamiliar name “oppa” several times, I’m not used to it.

In this mansion, there is only one person who calls Siron by the gentle title of “brother.”

There were two children younger than Siron, but judging from Lucia’s attitude, it seems unthinkable that she would call Siron her brother.

“I guess I’m lucky today. “We all meet in places like this.”

“I know.”

Siriel Prien.

The girl, who fell asleep from exhaustion after crying in front of Siron, said hello to Siron without hesitation, as if she couldn’t remember what happened yesterday.

‘Aren’t you ashamed of showing tears to others?’

Shiron gave a friendly smile and glanced at the girl.

Siriel, whose flowing silver hair was tied together with a blue ribbon, looked so unconcerned that it was colorless to have been so messy.

‘Or, I don’t care too much about the past…’

Shiron evaluated that Siriel’s heart was stronger than he thought.

“Is oppa going to training right now?”

“Then, what else is there to do in this desolate castle?”

“Hi-Hi. Me too.”

What’s so good about it, when Siriel smiled bashfully, Chiron’s eyes slowly drew an arc.

‘…Look at this.’

The reason why Shiron laughed was none other than the subtle change in Siriel’s appearance.

Siron gauged Siriel’s intentions. This guy is dressed strangely neat, considering he’s going to a training ground. While Siron’s hair was a mess from being pressed here and there, Siriel’s hair was shiny and had a faint soapy smell.

‘I’m going to sweat a lot from now on, so I washed it beforehand? ‘You can clearly see what’s inside.’

“Cute thing.”

“huh…? brother. “Is that what you said to me?”

“okay. “Who could be here now?”

Siron approached his handsome cousin and smoothed her cheeks with both hands.

Siriel’s cheeks were as soft and soft as a child’s, like glutinous rice cakes.

Then, Siriel, who was just smiling, asked a question with a worried expression.

“brother. “Is your injured hand okay yesterday?”

“Oh, this.”

Shiron focused his consciousness on his hands.

A little while ago, I was disturbed while washing my face, so when I took off the bandage, it was unbelievable that the wound had healed.

The blood was still dried up in places as if it hadn’t completely healed, but as Yuma said, it seemed to be completely healed after a few days.

‘Lucia is also a monster, but Shiron is definitely not a normal human.’

“Wouldn’t it be okay to see that you are not sick?”

“thank god.”

Siriel smiled brightly, erasing the shade from her face.

Chiron patted her on the shoulder a few times and returned to the gym. Siriel chased after Chiron.

“Does brother usually train at this time?”

“Originally, I wake up earlier than this.”

“Do I practice in the morning too?”

Siriel said while walking daintyly like her image.

“Hey. Sometimes I wake up late and barely get up when the visiting teacher comes, so sometimes I skip practice.”

“I see.”

“Who did you learn swordsmanship from? I learn from my grandfather.”

“I haven’t learned from anyone yet.”

“Then are you doing it yourself? Grandpa John said They say it’s important to learn how to deal with mana by learning Simbeop from a young age. That way, I guess I’ll be able to handle strong energy better than others later on.”

“What about this? I’m more than two years behind you.”

“Then shall I ask Grandpa for a favor? Grandpa will do almost anything I ask for.”

“That’s really… Thank you.”

Shiron walked while using Siriel’s chattering voice as background music. Then, before we knew it, we arrived at the gymnasium entrance.

As expected, there were passengers at the gymnasium.

Booung-! Booung-!

A terrifying sound echoes outside.

Shiron passed through the threshold and went inside.

As expected, the identity of the passenger was Lucia. The red-haired girl didn’t even look to see who came in. They just silently swing the iron rod.

It’s questionable how such a small body can come out with such incredible strength, but if you think about it, Siron also showed actions that could hardly be considered the strength of a child.

“Are you here? Master Siron. Lady Siriel.”

The person who spoke to Siron was Encia, the maid with her blonde hair tied down on both sides. She greeted them both and at the same time handed Lucia a towel.

“Lucia. “You were here too!”

Siriel rushed over, calling her friend’s name.

“Ciriel? “What’s going on here?”

“For some reason, I came because I wanted to do what you do together.”

After saying that, Siriel ran to the warehouse, and after a while, she brought out two iron rods similar to the ones Lucia wielded.

The size of the stick was up to Siriel’s shoulder height. Siriel, who was holding two pieces of iron in both hands, seemed to walk lightly, as if she did not use wooden swords because they were too light.

“ruler! “I brought yours too.”

“Siriel is amazing. “I know you will take care of me too.”

“…Since when did you two become so close?”

Lucia wiped away her sweat and looked at Siron without any trouble breathing. As the weather had not fully warmed up yet, white steam rose from the small body.

“What, again?”

Shiron roughly passed Lucia’s gaze and found a place to wield it. After Shiron, Ensia followed and spoke softly.

“young master. You are popular. Would you like it?”

Encia smiled mischievously as she pointed at the two far away.

“…you’re less sober. Suddenly I hear a strange noise.”

Shiron picked his ear and looked at the place Encia pointed. Where she pointed, Lucia and Siriel were whispering while watching Chiron.