Damn Reincarnation

dant of Vermouth?”

“Don’t ask me too many questions,” Eugene said with a scowl.
“Even I don’t know enough about my reincarnation to satisfactorily answer all the questions surrounding it.”

“Is that so?”

“I died in the castle of the Demon King of Incarceration.
For me… I went straight from my death to being reincarnated.
I didn’t go to heaven or hell… I just… I died, and when I opened my eyes once more… I was a baby.”

Signard sat across from Eugene as he listened to his story.

“I don’t know the full details,” Eugene confessed.
“I was born as one of Vermouth’s descendants, and somehow became the foster-child of the main family.
After growing up like this… well… I eventually found my way here.
You can guess my reason for doing so.”

“…Sienna,” Signard murmured.

Eugene changed the subject, “So what have you been doing with yourself? Three hundred years, that isn’t a short length of time, even for an elf.”

“It wasn’t a very fun time either,” Signard said as his lips twisted into a wry smile.

Three hundred years ago, Signard was one of the elven rangers who fought against the Demon Kings.
He fought in Helmuth, which, at that time, was considered the front lines of the war.
Elven rangers, including Signard, roamed through the forests and mountains of Helmuth, combating the armies of demonfolk.

Hamel had met Signard just once in his previous life.
While they were both fighting against the demonfolk forces in Helmuth, Hamel had once conducted a joint operation with the elven rangers.
At that time, Signard was a young elf overflowing with energy who had known Sienna ever since she was a child.

Sienna actually used to call Signard her big brother.

Although Signard was an elf, he didn’t really act like one.
Especially since he could not accept that Sienna was forced to go to such a dangerous battlefield for the sake of the elves.
He had yelled at Sienna several times, trying to get her to return to the forest, and when Sienna refused to listen to him, he even tried to force her to return.

Just when he was about to forcefully overwhelm her objections, Hamel had stepped forward.
Signard was indeed strong, but he wasn’t as strong as Hamel.

 

—No matter what happens, take care of Sienna.

 

After he had been beaten up and left crumpled on the floor, Signard — who was covered in blood and dirt — had still spat out some pretty arrogant words even as he gasped for breath.

 

—Take care of her? That chick should probably be stronger than me, though.

 

That was how they had separated from Signard.
Hamel, Sienna, and Vermouth… the ‘Hero’s party,’ continued onward.
The allied forces, including Signard and the elven rangers, remained behind to prevent the demonfolk armies from crossing the front line.

A few months after that, the dark elf corps led by Iris annihilated a large proportion of the elven rangers.

“After you died, the war ended with Vermouth’s Oath.” Signard continued speaking, “The other elves and I… we returned back to our territory.
We had no choice but to do so.
The peace that we had just barely wrought couldn’t be broken for the sake of our revenge.”

The Oath that was sworn three hundred years ago was at the mercy of the Demon Kings.
Neither the Demon King of Incarceration nor the Demon King of Destruction were in a position where they needed to make such a promise.

Tempest hadn’t said it.
But the final battle that had taken place in the castle of the Demon King of Incarceration was far from an equal battle.
That the battle hadn’t been decided immediately was because Vermouth was there, but if the Demon King of Destruction had joined in as well, even Vermouth wouldn’t have been able to survive and escape from such a situation.

Nevertheless, the Demon King of Incarceration had still sworn such an Oath.
Vermouth, Anise, Sienna, and Molon had all escaped death.
The only one who had died there was Hamel.
No one else had perished.

With that, the war ended.
Vermouth returned to the Kiehl Empire and became a Duke, Molon founded the Ruhr Kingdom in the north, Anise became a Saint in Yuras, and as for Sienna….

“…That girl… she returned to the elven territory and attended the memorial service,” Signard recalled.

“…The memorial service?” Eugene repeated.

“The souls of the elves who die ‘outside’ all eventually return to the World Tree,” Signard began to explain.

This was the core tenet of the elven faith.
At the center of the elven domain stood a thousand year old fairy tree.
The elves called this gigantic fairy tree ‘the World Tree’, and they believed that the souls of all deceased elves, including their elven ancestors, resided in that tree.

“With the war over, the elven territory held a memorial service for the victims.
Although Sienna wasn’t born as an elf, she was part of the elven family.
Also… she managed to inflict more ‘revenge’ on the enemy for us than anyone else.”

When the news broke out that Iris and her dark elf corps had annihilated the elven rangers, Sienna had torn at her hair as she cried out in despair.

‘Aaaaah!’ Sienna had screamed until her throat had swollen shut and she wept tears of blood.

Her rage and hatred had caused her mana to run wild, shaking both the heavens and the earth.
Molon had approached Sienna in order to try and calm her down, only to get struck by her magic and get sent flying dozens of kilometers away; Anise had to maintain a barrier with sweat pouring down her face to keep the rampaging magic from swallowing the rest of the party.

Hamel had risked his life in order to calm the out-of-control Sienna.
If Vermouth hadn’t managed to suppress Sienna’s magical power, it wouldn’t have stopped at just risking his life; Hamel would truly have died, torn to pieces.

That was why Eugene hated the dark elves.
The current generations of dark elves might be seen as pitiful, but every time he saw their dark skin, red eyes, and long ears, he recalled the sight of Sienna weeping bitterly.
Holding her in his arms, as his clothes were soaked in her tears, running nose, and blood….
They always reminded him of Sienna crying with such an ugly look on her face.

 

—I-I-I’ll kill them.

—Uh-huh.

—Really….
I’ll… I’ll wipe them all out.
The dark elves, and I-I-Iris, and the Demon King of Fury too.

—Don’t try to kill them alone, let’s kill them together.

 

In the end, they had failed.
They had managed to kill the Demon King of Fury, but they couldn’t kill Iris.
No one there could really have imagined that the Demon King of Fury would sacrifice his own life to help Iris and Oberon escape, and that went for Sienna as well.

 

—I’m sorry.

—Don’t apologize.

—I shouldn’t have let her go—

—I said, don’t apologize, you son of a bitch.
It’s not like you let her go because you wanted to let her go.

 

Hamel had gone to her with his head bowed and apologized, but Sienna had yelled at him and kicked him in the shin.
They hadn’t managed to kill Iris, but they had still successfully killed the Demon King of Fury.
Sienna just had to be satisfied with that.

After a pause, Eugene asked, “…What happened after that?”

“Sienna left for Aroth and I stayed in the elven domain,” said Signard.

“But aren’t you here now?” Eugene pointed out in confusion.

“That’s because three hundred years is a long time,” Signard said with a wry twist of his lips.
“I… I still wanted to get my revenge somehow.
So I left the forest and wandered the world.
I was hoping to kill that damned dark elf.”

“…It looks like you didn’t ask Sienna for help,” Eugene noted.

“That’s because that kid is an incomparably larger figure than I am,” Signard explained.
“I might just be one elf on a crusade, but if Sienna were to make a move… the peace obtained through the Oath may have been shattered.”

He hadn’t managed to kill Iris.
The dark elf was still alive, and leading the Fury Independence Army.
She was claiming to be the legitimate heir of the Demon King of Fury while campaigning to become the next Demon King.

Signard had failed in getting his revenge.

“…I’ve heard that Sienna returned to the elven territory and went into seclusion,” Eugene mentioned.

Signard denied it.
“That’s just a rumor.”

“Could it be that you don’t trust me?” Eugene raised a brow.

“Hamel.” Signard snorted.
“Since when were we close enough for there to be unconditional trust between us?”

Well, that was a good point.
Eugene smirked and nodded.

Signard continued.
“I might have accepted that you’re Hamel, but I still can’t fully trust you.
You… you died in the castle of the Demon King of Incarceration three hundred years ago.
Even if you were miraculously reincarnated, that still doesn’t give me enough to believe that you’re free from any bad intentions.”

“I understand where you’re coming from.
I also had a lot of distressing thoughts at first.
Was I really Hamel? Why was I reincarnated? Since I’ve been reincarnated, just what in the world am I meant to do? If my reincarnation was all part of someone’s plan, doesn’t that mean that whatever I do now that I have been reincarnated is all part of me dancing as someone’s marionette?” Eugene chuckled as he reached a hand into his cloak.

“However, Signard, it’s pointless for me to worry about such things.
I am Hamel.
As long as I am certain of that, that is enough for me.
What did I want in my previous life as Hamel? I wanted to kill all of the Demon Kings.
And the current me? I still want the same thing.
I am going to kill all the Demon Kings.
The Demon King of Incarceration and the Demon King of Destruction will die at my hands.
I’ll also exterminate all the demonfolk who are kicking up a fuss in Helmuth.”

“…,” Signard was struck silent.

“The problem is this.
It’s clear what I want, but getting it done is too difficult.
Or at least it’s too difficult for me right now,” Eugene muttered.

“It’s not just difficult, it’s impossible,” Signard retorted.

“No, it isn’t impossible,” Eugene denied as he rose from the chair.
He glared at Signard without pulling his hand out of his cloak.
“It’s so difficult that it might be infinitely close to impossible, but it’s not impossible.
I can do it.
I will definitely do it.”

“…,” Signard was silent.

Eugene pressed him, “Signard.
I need to meet with Sienna.”

“…She’s dead,” Signard responded in a quiet voice, only for Eugene to burst into laughter.

“Don’t spout such bullshit,” Eugene cursed as he pulled out the leaf of the world tree that had been stored within his cape.

Upon seeing it, Signard’s eyes shook wildly.
He gasped.
“…Is that…?”

“If someone told me that Sienna died, I wouldn’t believe it until I personally set my eyes on her corpse.
So if you want to convince me that she is dead, bring me her body.
Or at least lead me to where her body is being kept,” Eugene demanded.

Eugene’s other hand had yet to emerge from inside of his cloak.
Signard couldn’t feel any killing intent coming from Eugene, but he knew that Eugene would still be able to swing a sword at him even without the intent to kill.

“Unlike in my previous life, I've learned quite a bit of magic,” Eugene revealed.

The barrier around this village was something that no ordinary wizard could even begin to imitate.

“If you want to convince me that she’s dead, then you’ll first need to explain to me about this village’s barrier.
This barrier, the one who made it was Sienna, wasn’t it?” Eugene asked.

Signard leto ut a long sigh before getting up,

“Hamel.
What would you do if I refuse to trust you right until the very end and refuse to tell you anything?” Signard proposed.

“Then I’ll do what I did to you three hundred years ago,” Eugene answered him.
“I’ll beat the shit out of you until you’re on the verge of death, and make it so that you have no choice but to speak, even if you don’t want to.”

“The way you are now, that’s impossible.”

“It’s not impossible.”

Fwoosh.

The flames of the White Flame Formula engulfed Eugene’s body.

“When compared to the things that I want to accomplish, it’s not even on the same order of magnitude,” Eugene boasted.

Could he win if he fought with Signard? If he used everything that he had, the Moonlight Sword, the Devouring Sword, the Dragon Spear, the Thunderbolt, the Storm Sword, and the Holy Sword, then yes.
Since he had enough weapons, if he uses Ignition from the very start, then he would definitely win.

“Is that so…” Signard accepted his claim with a chuckle and looked down at the leaf of the world tree.

Eventually, he said to Eugene, “…Follow me.”