Damn Reincarnation

mana to cast magic, the radius could be increased significantly depending on the level of the wizard.

Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at ”pawread dot com ”

The flame itself wasn’t Eugene’s Signature.
Just as Jeneric Osman had gone through several stages while developing his Signature, Yggdrasil, this flame was just one of the steps Eugene had taken in creating his Signature.

He spotted the things that had been bothering his senses and saw the sight clearly through his flame.
Two people were standing in front of three dead bodies.
In addition, one person was kneeling on the snow as a sword carved his neck like a saw blade.

“This is crazy,” grumbled Eugene as he extinguished the flame.
Although he had not bothered to guess who the attacker would be, the person he saw was someone truly unexpected, and in all honesty, he didn’t really want to proceed any further if it entailed meeting this person.
No matter how he looked at it, they weren’t normal.

However, the two of them had met gazes right before Eugene extinguished the flame, and he didn’t know if the attacker would try to head toward his group.
As far as Eugene could tell, the attacker was still unmoving.
If they had not sensed Eugene’s presence, there would be no need for the two groups to meet.
However, Eugene judged there was a need to take the initiative to meet them if they had sensed him and would try to target him and his group.

The opponent was someone in a position of power.

Eugene and the others were no longer in a rush to advance, and both Mer and Abel backed up as well.
None of them wanted to provoke their opponents, regardless of the power disparity that might exist between them.
Would they take the initiative? Or would they leave without caring? The latter was unlikely, and from the trail of blood they had left in their path, the former would probably come true, but… the attackers remained in their spot.
The two of them remained unmoving from where Eugene had spotted them.

“…Ugh.” Ciel frowned.
It was hardly snowing where they were, which meant that the ground was still vividly colored crimson with blood.
The heat of the red liquid had already dissipated, but the unique, fishy smell of the expunged filth from the dead heavily stained the nearby area.
There was more blood and odor than usual coming from a simple corpse because they had been killed in such a gruesome way.

Eugene spread his cloak without a word.
Mer wasn’t afraid of the sight, but she still thought it was terrible.
As such, she didn’t protest against Eugene’s invitation and unhesitatingly entered her haven.
In the meantime, Kristina recited prayers for the dead after giving a small sigh.

“…Don’t tell me,” Cyan said after hesitating for a while.
His hand remained on the pommel of the sword hanging from his waist.
“…Princess Scalia Animus?”

The two people standing up ahead adorned armor emitting a pale purple light but forwent any sort of thick winter coats suitable for the freezing land.
Although their armor looked to be made of metal, it did not stick to the flesh in the cold.

Mithril was famous for being capable of embracing mana on its own, but their armor was made of something even more valuable — oirhalcon.
An armor made of this rare metal protected its owner’s body from all kinds of harm, even without a separate inscription or enchantment of magic.
The armor was known as Exid, and it belonged to the Sea Kingdom of Shimuin.
In particular, Exid, created using large amounts of oirhalcon, was the symbol of the kingdom’s royal knights.

The bloodstained knight raised their head.
It was the same knight who had been sawing the head off the body in front of them like a maniac.
It was hard to tell their gender due to the Exid covering their chest, but they were rather petite, which indicated they were likely a girl.
In addition, inscribed on their chest plate was a depiction of waves and a whirlpool, which was the symbol of the Violent Tide Knights, and the eagle soaring above it represented the royal family.

Clack.

The helmet flipped open, and once it reclined like a hood, red hair poured out like a waterfall.

“How impudent.” It was Princess Scalia, Vice Commander of the Violent Tide Knights, nicknamed the Princess Knight.
“How is it that you don’t lower your heads, bend your backs, and kneel, knowing well who I am?”

Her orange eyes glimmered between her messy bangs.
It was difficult to tell why her eyes had lost focus and why there were deep, dark bags under her eyes.

“Your vulgar actions have insulted me.
Or are you the colleagues or family of the rascals I just punished? I thought I had disciplined everyone, but could it be that traces of the muddy filth still remained?” she continued.

“What?” Cyan asked, confused.

“Shut your mouth, you lowlife.
I, Princess Scalia, have not given you permission to open your dirty mouth,” Scalia retorted immediately with a glare after hearing Cyan’s flustered question.
She flicked away the blood staining her sword.
“I mistakenly thought that I had killed enough, but clearly, this white land is still filled with filth.
Fine.
I, Princess Scalia, will act on behalf of the Barbarian King[1] and grace your filth with enlightenment.
Only a painful hell awaits those who are unscrupulous.”

“Wait, Princess Scalia…!” Cyan called out.

“Do not taint my name with that filthy, vulgar mouth of yours, you trash! The stench oozing from your maw makes me sick!” shouted Scalia, and Cyan quickly clasped his hand over his mouth in surprise.

A stench? That couldn’t be true…? Cyan’s eyes quivered with shock as Scalia strode toward them with heavy breaths.

“Hey, hey….
What do we do?” asked Ciel while looking back at Eugene in surprise.

They were up against the Princess of Shimuin.
No matter what she said, they couldn’t simply retort in kind.
Moreover, Scalia’s current condition was bizarre.
Eugene, Ciel, and Cyan were all wearing uniforms engraved with the symbol of the Lionhearts.
But instead of showing any sign of recognition, Scalia was openly expressing anger and disgust toward them, mistaking them as the colleagues or family of the dead mercenaries.

“…Princess.” The other knight spoke up when they saw Scalia striding forward.
He was also armed in Exid, and his face was covered with a helmet.
However, it was clear from his voice that the knight was a young man.
“They are neither colleagues nor family of the mercenaries you punished, Princess.”

“Then why are they acting so impudent towards my royal self? Why are they still not showing respect to me?” asked Scalia.

“This is not Shimuin, and they aren’t ones with status low enough to kneel unconditionally out of respect for you, Princess,” the knight answered.

“Dior! It is difficult for my royal self to understand what you are saying.
I… feel very dizzy.
I can’t see very well, either.
Who in the world are they?” asked Scalia.

“They are the young lions of the Lionhearts, the descendants of the Great Vermouth,” answered Dior.

“What?” exclaimed Scalia before coming to a stop.
She looked straight ahead, then down at the sword in her hand before shaking her head vigorously.
“…That cannot be.
I do not see them as the lions of Lionhearts….”

“It must be because you are so tired, Princess.
Please listen to me….”

“Stop! I will not listen! How…! How could I, Scalia Animus, not attend the gathering of famous knights from all over the world!?” shouted Scalia before collapsing on the spot.
“If it’s because of fatigue, I can just rest right away.
Dior, prepare to rest immediately.”

“Yes.” The man, Dior, bowed his head.
His helmet was still obscuring his face, and when he raised his head again, his gaze remained on Eugene for a moment.

“All of you.
Come over here and sit,” said Scalia.
“Come and speak.
Why were you lot wandering in the snowy field, and why did you stand in the way of my royal self?”

“We were on our way to the Knight March as members of the Lionheart family,” answered Cyan, his hand still clasped over his mouth.

Scalia snorted before shaking her head.
“Do not lie, you lowly peasant.
If you really are members of the Lionheart family, then why are your manners so shabby? Where are the brave knights of Lionheart?”

“That’s….”

“I have seen straight through your lies! How dare you try to deceive me.
I will have you executed immediately and—” shouted Scalia.

“Then why were you wandering the snowy fields with only a single knight accompanying you, Princess?” Eugene asked after quietly listening to the conversation for a while.
“I saw the people you killed, Princess.
The Black Dog Mercenaries.
I’ve heard that they were a rotten bunch, but the method of their execution was excessive for the nature of the crimes they—”

“How dare you try to judge the nature of their crime? You are not qualified!” roared Scalia, interrupting Eugene.

“Then what qualifications do you possess to judge them, Princess?” asked Eugene.

“My royal self has only responded to the cries of the poor, asking for their punishment.
You ask why I was wandering the snowfields with only one knight? It was one week ago.
My royal self and the Violent Tide Knights stopped by a village of the natives to rest.
However, the village had already been looted to the point of starvation! To the extent that they couldn’t find the means to survive the immediate cold!” thundered Scalia.

“It was a terrible crime committed by those scum mercenaries who looted the village before the before the Violent Tide Knights stopped by.
My royal self found the people of the village pitiful and released the supplies of the Violent Tide Knights and distributed them to the village.
Then I decided to punish the scum myself since it was the right thing to do.
However, it was clearly too much to mobilize all the knights just to punish a simple group of mercenaries.”

While Scalia talked, Dior finished setting up camp.
He set up a tent against the snowstorm and laid a wide cloth over the ground.
Once he rolled a small sphere in the middle, the object swelled up greatly and started emitting heat and light.

Princess Scalia continued.
“So I decided to chase and punish them alone, and the commander of the Violent Tide Knights willingly allowed me to carry out this righteous task.
That is why my royal self was wandering around with Dior, my aide, to clean up the trash.
So, did you say that my method of execution was excessive? They were sinners who deserved to die writhing in pain! The villagers might have died in the freezing cold if I had not taken care of them.
Isn’t it only right for the sinners who caused such pain and suffering to suffer before they die?”

While she continued, Dior climbed into the tent and sat down.
Instead of taking off her Exid, Scalia grabbed and embraced the warm sphere with both hands.
“So I….
They….”

“Princess.”

“No, no.
Dior.
I am fine….
I do not need to rest.” Scalia felt her tired eyes threatening to close.
After grinding her teeth while staying still, she threw the sphere out of the tent.
“I don’t need this.
I don’t need anything like this.
My sword….
No, no….
I need to rest a little….”

She was contradicting herself over and over.
Indeed, Scalia’s condition was beyond understanding.

“…Please come and sit down,” said Dior.
Scalia said no more and sat before embracing her knees while chewing on her lips.

1.
She actually refers to the Beast King, Aman Ruhr, as the Barbarian King.
☜