Reincarnated User Manual

58 – Invitation

My eyes opened.

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Siron looked around to see where he was now.

The first thing you see is the glass window that fills the entire field of view, and then the red carpet that covers the entire floor. Marble pieces, a wooden desk, and a black leather chair with a subtle sheen.

He is currently in Hugo’s office, not the white room, and is sitting on a large sofa.

‘why…’

After confirming that he had returned to reality, Siron stared ahead, blinking his eyelids, which had become lighter.

In front, two maids and a person were looking at us with shocked expressions.

“young master? “Are you sick somewhere?”

The blonde maid suddenly looked around, looking around, wondering if something was strange, and the blonde maid spoke in a worried tone.

“…why? “Do I look sick?”

“Um… you’re sweating a lot.”

“Cold sweat?”

Siron put his hand to his forehead after hearing Encia’s words.

What he felt was wetness at his fingertips, so Shiron put his hand into his pocket and took out a handkerchief. Siron was able to open his mouth only after wiping away all the sweat droplets that had formed here and there.

“Let me ask you something.”

“…As much as you want.”

It was Encia who answered the question. I asked the three in front of me, but Ophelia hesitated, and Bertha was still watching.

However, one person is enough to answer.

All I have to do is check how the body ‘here’ reacted while I was in that strange space.

“Did something happen to me?”

“What’s going on? Um… you just broke out in a cold sweat.”

“No, not that one.”

Siron shook his head and decided on a question to ask.

“therefore. Like moving somewhere or falling asleep. “Didn’t that happen?”

“…You’ve been through something big.”

Ofelia, who had been listening to the story nearby, narrowed her eyes. Siron nodded slowly and answered.

“Answer the question first.”

“There wasn’t any. Master was bowing his head on the sofa in his office.”

“time is? “How many hours has it been since I last spoke?”

“… He was lost in thought for a while, then raised his head and looked around. It didn’t take long for that to happen. “Two minutes?”

“…That’s right.”

Siron recalled what happened in that white room. I met an angel, saw a body, and was given divine protection.

It must have felt like an hour or two, but almost no time passed here.

“just now. I came to meet someone. And we talked a lot there, but it seems like not much time has passed here.”

“…Can you tell me who you met?”

Encia frowned and said. Siron recalled the face of a girl who was scared when she saw the devil’s mark.

‘Should I say this…?’

Even though they were contractually unable to refuse orders, Siron was hesitant to tell them straight about what he had experienced in the strange white room.

“…I met an angel.”

Siron blushed and lowered his head.

I woke up out of nowhere and met an angel. The things in front of me were evil, but honestly, I was a little embarrassed to say it. He’s not some kid in his second year of middle school.

“An angel?”

“Yeah, the ones with the glowing rings on top of their heads. “He said it with his mouth.”

Latera acted as if she could clearly see what was going on. She said that she was a guardian angel guarding the warrior’s home.

‘He was a very difficult guy to deal with.’

Reading minds put a lot of mental pressure on Siron.

‘It’s too burdensome to blindly show favor to me. ‘It’s our first time meeting, so does it make sense for us to be so friendly without hesitation?’

There was no build-up between Siron and Latera to get along better. Siron does not know Latera, but Latera was clearly looking into Siron’s mind.

‘I don’t mind being a senior either.’

The more we talked, the more unfamiliar elements emerged, confusing Siron. This was especially true of the senior person whom Latera often mentioned.

The apostle of God who gave the holy sword to Kylie, as mentioned by Yuma at the succession ceremony. Siron was convinced that the two were the same person.

The existence of the angel who gave the warrior the holy sword and helped create the suspicious family called Prien did not appear in the game.

If you think about that guy even once, it’s obvious that your negative thoughts will explode out of control.

At first glance, he seemed like a black man, but in front of a girl who showed a lot of respect for the dark, it was really hard to control him so that he didn’t even think about it, let alone hide his true feelings.

Besides that, it was difficult to control various thoughts.

I didn’t deliberately think about Lucia, the real hero.

This world is a world in a game, and he barely endured even thinking that he was a possessor who possessed it.

‘But, if I saw a profit, I saw it, not a loss.’

“He gave me this too.”

“What?”

“Stay away for a bit. It might be dangerous.”

Shiron spread his palms toward the ceiling.

There was something about the three-piece set of Guardians… there wasn’t a single thing that struck me directly.

But divine power is different.

Hwaak-

Warm light began to explode from Siron’s palm. It wasn’t that difficult to use.

As I knew in advance, divine power could be manifested simply through the will to use it.

“Sacred power…”

“Can I touch it a little?”

“However much.”

Siron nodded to Encia’s request for permission.

Encia, who was sticking her finger in the direction where the white light burst out, soon frowned and pulled her hand out.

“It’s tingling. “At this level, I would be at the level of a newly ordained bishop.”

“Is it that much? Your fingers are fine. “The holy sword hurt Ophelia even without using any force.”

“In the first place, the holy sword that cut into Ophelia’s skin, which specializes in defense, is strange.”

Encia chuckled and shook her head.

It seems that this master had no idea how great his abilities were.

“So, what do you mean?”

Siron gestured toward Berta, who had not said anything earlier.

“Um, me?”

“No matter how much I think about the identity of the bastard who followed us, I still can’t figure it out. Even though I search through all the elements in my head, I still can’t figure it out. 3 The prince entrusted you with investigating Prien.”

Siron flicked his finger toward the briefcase next to Bertha.

“Give me that first. “Let’s see what’s in it.”

“This is an invasion of privacy… no! “I’ll give it to you!”

Berta tried to subtly refuse, but quickly gave up when Siron put his hand into her bosom.

“I know your private life well. Ophelia. “Take out anything suspicious from his bag.”

“All right.”

Ophelia began to rummage through the brown briefcase.

After a while, Ophelia laid out a stack of papers and several letters on the table.

Siron picked up the papers and began to look through them. Then his eyes focused on one place.

‘What is this?’

Siron read aloud a rather disturbing passage.

“The men who married Prien’s women ended up being beaten husbands… Why is there a document like this?”

“I… the Third Prince wanted to become acquainted with you, so I conducted this investigation.”

Bertha blushed and twisted her body in embarrassment.

“Is he reading this again?”

“…yes. “I thought it was interesting and read every single thing.”

“I’m going to turn.”

Siron pressed his temples and closed his eyes. Then he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and picked up a pen.

“Berta. “Just run one errand.”

“…What?”

“I’ll write you a letter. “Tell her.”

Siron, with a frown on his lips, dipped the pen tip into ink and began writing on paper.

*

“letter?”

A villa where the 3rd prince resides.

3rd prince. Victor Addo de Lien looked back and forth between the dark-haired woman in front of him and the letter in his hand.

“…yes. Lowering. ”

Bertha, who took the courtesy of a subject, didn’t look good at all. The scary master even put a wax seal on it and gave it to Bertha so that she couldn’t even check the contents.

Viktor looked away from her and broke the seal. The pattern engraved on the wax was the seal of Hugo Frien, whom I had seen once.

The contents of the letter were truly shocking.

[The boy is wearing red pepper, but he cowardly orders me to investigate. Aren’t you embarrassed?]

[If you really want to meet me, you can come in person. If you’re scared, you can at least bring troops.]

[If you don’t come, I will attack you.]

Victor couldn’t do anything about his mouth that wouldn’t close.

Aside from the vulgarity of the choice of words, it was hard to believe the content that seemed to suggest a gang fight to Victor, a member of the royal family.

Victor tried to calm down by suppressing his fluttering eyelids.

“It couldn’t have been from Sir Hugo. “Who sent it?”

“This is Siron Prien.”

“Uh… um…”

Victor crossed his arms and tilted his head. Soon he burst into laughter. I had been wondering what kind of person he was, but I felt like I became clearer with this letter.

“I… seem to be hated. hahahaha.”

Victor folded the letter and set it aside, wiping away the tears that were leaking with his fingers and laughing.

“I’ll have to visit you soon.”