Reincarnated User Manual

Chapter 232: From A Distance, It’s A Comedy

Chapter 232: From A Distance, It’s A Comedy

I was about to leave as it was, but fortunately, Johanna could open her eyes as soon as the day broke.

“Hero, I...”

Although she didn’t say much, Johanna’s voice seemed to carry a lot of emotions.

Without needing to see her expression, Shiron could tell just by her trembling voice that she might burst into tears.

“I’m sorry for deceiving you.”

However, contrary to his worries, what came out of Johanna’s mouth was a calm apology. Why was she apologizing? It’s not Johanna’s fault but Kiara’s, who used her.

“Since you’re awake, I guess I can go now.”

Shiron didn’t show any particular reaction to her apology.

It might seem cold, but he felt that waiting until she woke up was the least he could do since Johanna wasn’t at fault.

After closing the door and finishing the protective barrier, Shiron handed a gold coin to the innkeeper, indicating a long stay, and finally stepped outside the building.

“It seems you’ve grown attached? I thought you’d leave immediately, but this is unexpected.”

“...Attached? I didn’t even say goodbye.”

‘You’re not being honest.’

Shiron nonchalantly spoke to Lucia, but his lie was so clumsy that it made even Lucia chuckle.

It wasn’t that it was bad; her smile came from being proud of how he tried to take responsibility for what he could control.

Lucia realized that her emotions were drawn to this aspect of Shiron.

“And besides, now that I’ve been discovered as Kyrie, I can’t tarnish the heroic deeds of the past.”

“...Has it already begun?”

Of course, not all aspects of a person can be appealing, so Lucia’s face immediately frowned.

“Thanks to reincarnation, I’ve lived without worrying about others, but because of that damn Kiara, I have to walk the noble path again.”

But regardless of Lucia’s frowning, Shiron did not stop his ‘act’ as Kyrie. As they got closer to the sea, he became more determined to portray Kyrie, even in speech and actions, to an embarrassing degree.

“That’s why you took care of Johanna until the end. Got it?”

“...”

“Did you get it or not?”

“I don’t think the Kyrie in the hero’s biography did heroic deeds while worrying about others...”

“Heroes are often exaggerated in later descriptions.”

“......Yes, I see.”

Lucia wanted to say something about Shiron’s acting, but she stopped as they were near the sea.

Just yesterday, the stormy sea was now calm, as if in a different world. This was possible because Kiara mistook Shiron for Kyrie.

“Why did you hide it all this time?!”

In the end, Lucia, the ‘real’ Kyrie, could only watch silently as Seira approached the two.

Seira, who had been waiting at the edge of the cliff, approached them quickly.

“Kyrie, do you know how lonely I was?!”

“I’m sorry, Seira, but I had no choice.”

“Is that all you can say? Is it?!”

Seira, who came up close, thumped Shiron’s chest.

“I don’t know if this counts as an excuse, but after reincarnating, I enjoyed life too much to reveal it.”

Shiron looked at Seira with sorrowful eyes as she hit his chest.

“I didn’t have to be dragged into wars I hated, and there were no nobles belittling me for my lack of education. It was so enjoyable.”

“Idiot, idiot, idiot! You could’ve just told me!”

“...Even telling you was too embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing about it? Ha, let’s hear it.”

“Hiding my identity at school and pretending to be an ordinary student, or being praised for strength I couldn’t have at a young age. It’s naturally embarrassing if my identity is revealed!”

“Kiara wouldn’t lie to me, so let’s try to talk.”

Shiron approached the gate, ignoring Lucia’s words.

“Stop!”

A merfolk holding a giant crescent blade jumped down from the gate tower and approached Shiron. Though his fierce aura suggested a fight might break out immediately, the merfolk inspected Shiron’s appearance and decided to speak first.

“Why have humans come here?”

“We’ve come to meet Kiara.”

“...Do you want to go to the temple?”

“I don’t know about the temple, but we definitely came to meet Kiara. Haven’t you heard anything?”

“I haven’t heard.”

While they conversed, a large number of soldiers gathered around. Shiron tilted his head, looking troubled.

“Then, what must we do to pass this gate?”

“Pilgrims need the appropriate mark.”

The merfolk took out a sparkling medal from his bosom and showed it to Shiron.

“You must prove your faith.”

Faith. It seemed like he meant showing a symbol of worship to a demon god, but the medal didn’t have any sinister aura.

Lucia and Seira also found it strange.

“Faith?”

“You’ve been talking about the temple since earlier. Are you sure you’re not lost?”

“No, this is the right place.”

Shiron closely examined the engraved pattern on the medal. The image of a beautiful woman covered in scales, resembling Kiara, confirmed that the merfolk was asking for proof of faith in Kiara.

“How do I prove faith?”

“It’s simple. Just smear blood on the medal.”

“And then?”

“If you have true faith, the medal will illuminate the sea and open the path to the temple.”

“Give it to me.”

The merfolk handed the medal to Shiron, who cut his fingertip with the holy sword and smeared blood on it.

But, as expected, Shiron, who only harbored hostility towards Kiara, couldn’t make the medal shine. No matter how much he rubbed his finger, only blood oozed out of the wound.

“You have no faith.”

“...Can’t you just let us pass? I don’t want to commit unnecessary killings.”

“That sounds quite confident. It’s best not to boast needlessly.”

“I have every reason to be confident, as I am the hero Kyrie.”

Looking down arrogantly, Shiron spoke boldly. The merfolk gripped his crescent blade and exuded killing intent.

“Hmph! Don’t you know that Kyrie died long ago?”

“What? People can resurrect over time, can’t they?”

Shiron nonchalantly spouted lies, and the merfolk’s face twisted in an instant.

“Kill him!”

“Damn it!”

Was it wrong to expect to pass peacefully? Shiron immediately executed the second plan.

With a leap, Shiron slashed the merfolk holding the crescent blade in half.

“I told you we should break it!”

“How was I supposed to know he’d be so stubborn?”

The medal, now soaked with the blood of numerous merfolk, shone brighter than ever.