Reincarnated User Manual-Chapter 344: The Reincarnated (6)

The next day, Seira, who had gone to drop off Anjey, did not return.

Because she could teleport twice a day, Yura worried if something had happened.

‘Did something happen at headquarters? An emergency summons from the empire? Or perhaps something else…’

It was dangerous to be distracted with the decisive battle against the Demon God approaching. Still, Yura couldn’t shake off her worries about Seira.

One step remained. Seira’s presence in the rear was crucial since they hadn’t yet defeated Jaganata, the headless angel.

This place, Tagore Hill, was under the Demon God’s dominion. Due to the dense demonic energy, Kyrie couldn’t exert her full power, and with enemies attacking relentlessly, their stamina and focus were being unnecessarily drained.

‘I just hope it’s not something serious…’

Seira returned a week later. Could something unfavorable have happened? Her face bore a deep shadow, far beyond the sentiment of arriving late.

“The commander is dead.”

The shadowy face, with chapped lips beneath it, uttered the words Yura didn’t want to hear.

Yura’s lips sealed tightly. She had expected bad news but wasn’t prepared for the emotional impact it brought.

It was because she was a person who deeply valued connections.

She felt sadder for the deaths of those she had spoken to and exchanged names with than for the massacre of hundreds of strangers.

Thus, since arriving in the Demonic Realm, she had built only the bare minimum of relationships—people who wouldn’t likely die, those not involved in the frontline battles. People like Commander Nidel Schneider…

“Uncle Commander? Why? What happened?”

Yura wasn’t the only one sensitive to death. Covered in blood, sweat, and dust, Kyrie, not even caring for herself, worried about others first.

“He was perfectly healthy the last time we saw him. Was it assassination…?”

“Heart attack.”

“Heart attack? Are you sure?”

“Yes. When I arrived, he was alive, but the next day, he suddenly collapsed.”

“What about the priest? Didn’t someone from a kingdom dispatch one?”

Was it from shock? Kyrie’s face showed deep turmoil.

It wasn’t because she had a profound emotional connection with the commander.

Of course, she had known him for ten years after exchanging names, so she wasn’t entirely detached, but her agitation stemmed from another reason.

“The cause of death was prolonged exposure to demonic energy. The accumulated negative aura rendered purification rituals useless.”

“…Then, does that mean we’re now…”

It was an instinctive realization.

Although Yura shielded Kyrie from other factions, she was well aware of the complications arising whenever leadership changed.

Resignations, dismissals, and so on. Every time, the representatives of humanity, governed by their vested interests and contracts, would halt everything until a ‘new leader’ was chosen.

“Assassination.”

Yura ground her teeth audibly, unable to hide her displeasure. Kyrie glanced at Yura’s face, which was a chaotic mix of anger and disappointment.

“Assassination? Didn’t you hear me? Not just the priest, but I saw it with my own eyes…!”

“Do you think the Alliance was unaware of the commander’s condition? They didn’t secure a proper successor! At the very least, they should have provided continuous support!”

Seira’s words were cut short by Yura’s sharp outburst. Seira bit her lower lip, groaning softly.

She wanted to retort that Yura was overreacting, but she also knew what she had seen and the grim atmosphere at the scene.

Everyone was hopeless. Having grown weary of their duties, they abandoned their responsibilities and passively accepted destruction…

“Uncle Nidel was… killed by the Alliance.”

Yura’s head drooped as if all strength had left her. Her voice had risen momentarily, but she managed to calm herself, realizing she shouldn’t unleash her emotions on Seira.

“Then, the new commander…”

“Won’t come. Even if one does, they’ll drag their feet, doing only the bare minimum.”

Yura predicted the predictable political landscape.

“Then, what about the Demon God subjugation?”

Kyrie’s voice carried more concern than anger, and Yura lifted one corner of her mouth into a self-deprecating smile.

“The Demon God subjugation? How many people even care about that now?”

“…”

“The Demon God’s commanders have mostly lost their strength, and his power can’t cross the mountains, remaining confined to the Demonic Realm. There are probably plenty who think the war can end here.”

“…A distant enemy is less troubling than a nearby neighbor.”

Seira sighed deeply, exasperated.

The small nations forming the Federation and Alliance.

If the Demon God were completely eradicated, their next greatest threat would be the empire.

Only the empire had a reason to continue the war.

Or perhaps even the empire was too preoccupied with its own vulnerabilities to remain committed to the war.

A heavy silence fell among the three. Facing the colossal enemy that was the Demon God, what were they even doing? While self-loathing filled the air, hatred for those who made single-minded combat impossible was greater.

“Let’s take some time to reorganize.”

After some minutes, Seira finally spoke. Yura stared at her with wide eyes.

“No way!”

“Yura!”

“What do you mean, Seira? We’re so close, and you want to back down now?”

“…I’m not saying we should run away entirely. Look at us…”

Seira didn’t immediately respond to Yura’s sharp voice. She didn’t even finish her sentence.

‘What happens to the hounds after the hunt is over?’

Yura’s face was distorted with anger to a degree Seira had never seen before. Knowing they were being used as disposable pawns, Seira couldn’t bring herself to say it outright.

“We’re so close. Just a little more.”

Yura turned her gaze away, fully aware of the situation.

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Just a little bit more. Just a little more, and she’d see Hyun-jun.

The obsessive thought and anxiety made it hard to control her growing agitation.

She tried to think of a plan for the future with her frozen mind, but the knowledge she possessed about Kyrie’s lifespan, Seira’s future, the Demon God’s ability to create apostles, and her own limitations as a human with only a status window…

There was no guarantee she could do well next time.

What if Kyrie died? For now, it would be okay.

Kyrie was still in her mid-twenties, in her prime. Even if she died, 350,000 points could revive her.

But.

Kyrie past her prime wasn’t a guarantee.

While Seira would remain in her prime for centuries, Kyrie, as a human, would not.

“Kyrie is the only one with the qualities of a hero.”

Finding someone to continue Kyrie’s legacy as a hero was something that needed rethinking.

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Kyrie’s talent was beyond extraordinary—an existence nearly impossible unless an orchestrator who could shape the world itself intervened.

Maybe after 500 years.

500 years from now, Kyrie would reincarnate as Lucia Prient.

She could carry on the hero’s legacy. Though the world might be ruined by then, assuming her talent and connection to the system remained intact, it was possible to gather points for her.

But that was assuming the Demon God had been crippled by then.

It was also uncertain whether the world 500 years later would still be governed by the system.

How many years would it take for the Alliance to reorganize? Would Kyrie even pick up her sword again, prime or not?

Thump- Thump- Thump.

Her anxious heart turned into desperation. The color drained from Yura’s face, her breathing quickened as if her chest were being crushed.

“…We must go as we are. At dawn, we’ll subjugate the Demon God.”

“Tomorrow? Isn’t that too soon?”

“It must be tomorrow. We’ve already delayed too much over the past week. Now that we’re at Tagore Hill, there’s no turning back. If we stay like this, Kyrie will only wear herself out.”

“Then all the more reason to retreat!”

Seira’s voice grew louder in response.

“Guys… don’t, don’t fight… okay?”

“Kyrie, could you step outside for a moment? I need to talk to Seira.”

“…Yura. I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine.”

Kyrie spoke cautiously, glancing at both Seira and Yura. However, despite her hesitation, her stance ultimately leaned toward Yura.

Clicking her tongue, Seira waited for Kyrie to leave the tent. As Kyrie exited, her sympathy for her grew. The injured hands, the hunched back, the slight limp, and the way she seemed to wilt like a rain-soaked puppy whenever tensions rose…

Though Seira didn’t know the details, it was clear Kyrie had wielded her sword more frequently in Anjey’s absence over the past week.

As Seira mulled over her emotions and the situation, her heart and mind distanced themselves from Yura.

“Yura, you wouldn’t understand since you’re not fighting, but we’ve reached our limit. Even swallowing food is hard, and we haven’t slept properly…”

“Seira, Kyrie said she’s fine.”

With a furrowed brow, Yura responded with a bright smile.

“You’re a great magician. Surely, you’re in better shape than Kyrie. And according to my plan, the two of you are enough to kill the Demon God.”

“…”

Why was she rushing so much? Did Kyrie’s well-being not matter to her? Was it because prolonged exposure to the corrupting energy had affected her mind?

Many thoughts crossed Seira’s mind, but one thing was certain.

Seira’s face was as contorted as Yura’s.

“Then what if I step out?”

“What are you saying?”

Yura’s voice rose at the absurd statement, but Seira didn’t care, letting her emotions guide her words.

“I mean it. My core is so swollen that every time I manipulate mana, it feels like my extremities are falling apart. It wouldn’t be surprising if I made a mistake.”

“…Stop making excuses.”

“It’s not an excuse. I’m being rational. At this rate, it’s just a pointless death.”

“Hey, hey!”

Yura tried to stop Seira from walking away, but her physical strength was no match. She couldn’t hold back Seira, a trained magician and warrior, nor could she persuade her.

“Cool your head. I’ll wait for you ahead.”

Leaving those words behind, Seira vanished. Yura stared blankly at the spot where Seira had been.

Kyrie, who had only been eavesdropping due to the tense atmosphere, couldn’t bring herself to comfort the despairing Yura, who gave a hollow smile.

Two days later.

Even in death, Yura was helpless.