Damn Reincarnation

rived right in front of the gate.

“Gavid Lindman.
Let me tell you one thing.
If you want to speak with Eugene Lionheart and Kristina Rogeris and wish to form a relationship with them, you will have to ask me for my permission first,” said Molon.

“Is it your desire to cherish and protect the descendants of your old friends?” asked Gavid.

“Already, I don’t like what you are saying.
Protect them? From what? From something.
From you? Then that means….”

Crack.

Molon clenched his fist, nothing more.
But to Gavid, Molon was currently larger than the gate, the fortress, and even the Snowy Mountain Lehainjar in the distance.
It had been truly a long time since he felt such intense pressure.

‘He did not even feel like a human being back then.
Is this… what happens when such an existence lives for three hundred years?’ thought Gavid, feeling his skin go numb.

“Does that mean you are planning to harm Eugene Lionheart and Kristina Rogeris?” asked Molon.
The instant Molon asked the question, he looked even bigger than before in Gavid’s eyes.

He was a man of marvelously disciplined and refined power.
After staring at Molon in silence for a moment, Gavid shook his head.

“No.”

He had no intention of harming them.
Gavid wanted the humans to wage war.
It was contrary to the will of his great lord, but if a war was inevitable — then the Demon King of Incarceration would no longer be in a position to show mercy to the continent.
The Hero and the Saint would need to be at the forefront of the war, and their very existence would be the cause of war.
So Gavid had no intention of hurting the two.
He simply wanted to gauge his enemies of the future, and his heart was unmistakably sincere.
Moreover, he really wanted to connect with and form a relationship with the heroes of the current era.
It was all true, though it was for the sake of getting to know those whom he would enjoy slaughtering one day.

“I do not have such thoughts.
I only… want to form relationships with them.
And if they do not want such a thing as a relationship, I will be satisfied watching them from a distance,” said Gavid, taking a few steps back.
Then, he raised his hand and fixed his attire.

Not even a small wrinkle could be found on his black uniform.
There was not a single flurry of snow nor a speck of dust.
Even so, Gavid calmly dusted the top of his uniform and checked that his buttons were fastened correctly.
After doing so, Gavid politely bowed his head.

“Please, will you open the door to the fort?”

Molon stared at him for a moment before nodding.
The intense pressure he had been emitting had completely disappeared.
Turning back towards the fortress, Molon reached for the gate.

“T-the door!” Aman shouted after belatedly coming to his senses.
Then without waiting for the gatekeepers to act, he personally jumped down from the wall.

He had not dared to intervene in the conversation below, a conversation between living legends.
But now that the conversation was over, Aman did not want the Founder of Ruhr, the Bold King, to have to open the door with his own hands.

“It’s been a long time, Aman,” said Molon.

“It is an honor… to have you remember me,” responded Aman.

“I remember all my descendants.
I am not so stupid as to forget the name of my descendant who visited me last,” said Molon with a grin while patting Aman’s shoulder.
Aman was quite big, but standing next to Molon, he looked smaller than he actually was.
It was due to the differences in their presence.

Aman peered at Molon with eyes of admiration before bowing deeply.
Then he pushed open the gate of the fortress.
The door was large and heavy, but Aman pushed it open as easily as any regular door.
Aman did not head straight in but rather bowed once more towards Molon.
The knights of Ruhr fought to be the first ones to come down from the fortress wall, and the tribesmen of Bayar had already lined the street in front of the gate.

The Emperor of Kiehl and the Pope of Yuras were the leaders of only two empires on the continent besides Helmuth.
Although they did not hurry, they did not dare to remain standing on the walls either.
They descended a bit later than the others and greeted the returning hero with their knights.
Soon, countless knights lined the streets and made way for Molon.

So the march began.
Molon returned the welcome and the greeting of the kings with a smile and strode ahead while receiving respectful gazes from the knights as if it were natural.

“Are you not going to head in?”

Gavid was still standing in front of the gate.
A Knight of the Black Fog standing behind him asked politely, and Gavid shook his head with a smile.

“We’ll go in after a little while.”

That road wasn’t meant for Gavid and the Black Fog, and he was willing to show respect for such a thing.

***

Eugene wasn’t given a chance to talk to Molon alone, but it was the most natural thing.
He was the Founder of Ruhr, and he had gone into seclusion about a hundred years ago.
He had suddenly returned when many had thought him dead.

Immediately after the march, Molon headed to the castle where the kings were staying.
Naturally, Aman accompanied him along with the other kings.
It was none of Eugene’s business what they would talk about there, but… wasn’t it quite obvious? They would ask why he had gone into seclusion and why he had returned.
Eventually, they would discuss what to do with Gavid Lindman and the Black Fog.

Gavid Lindman and the Black Fog were residing on the outskirts close to the fortress wall.
There was room for them in the buildings inside the fortress, but Gavid refused the offer and insisted on using an empty space on the outskirts as a campsite.

Although Gavid had explicitly stated his interest in Eugene several times, he did not attempt to make any contact.
The only interaction they shared was making eye contact a few times on the fortress wall.
Gavid was probably showing respect to Molon’s warning.

‘That’s better for me.’

Eugene did not want to become involved with Gavid already.
Similar to Noir Giabella, Gavid Lindman was an existence Eugene was incapable of facing in his current state.
Interest and curiosity? Probably.
But a relationship?

‘That’s bullshit.’

Eugene snorted with disdain while walking.
Kristina, who was walking by his side, looked quite nervous.
She continued to fidget with the hem of her robe, fixed her hair with her hands, took deep breaths, and adjusted her expression.

“Are you okay?” asked Eugene.

“I-I am fine.
I am just a little flustered,” answered Kristina.

Anise had insisted on not taking control of Kristina’s body for now.
The body belonged to Kristina, and Anise was just sharing the space, so she insisted it was only proper for Kristina to be the one to face and greet Molon first.
It was even more important since she wasn’t given the opportunity in Lehainjar.

“There’s no need to be so nervous.
He’s just… well… he’s just an idiot,” said Eugene.

“To me….
Hmm….
He wasn’t the kind of person to be called so,” answered Kristina.

Though they weren’t given a chance to speak to him alone before, Molon invited the two of them.
Beast King Aman personally came to the Lionheart’s mansion and delivered Molon’s invitation.

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So Eugene and Anise were walking down the hallway after climbing to the top floor of the castle tower.
It was the same corridor that Eugene had walked in the previous day.
Aman had only guided them downstairs, then remained behind in accordance with Molon’s wish to speak to the two alone.

As a result, there was no sign of any other life in the hallway, and although it was prudent to always be careful with words, regardless of where you were, as the king’s residence, the top floor was covered by a high-level defensive spell.
As such, there was no reason for them to not speak their minds.

“Not the kind of person to be…? You heard him talking to Gavid Lindman earlier, didn’t you?” asked Eugene.

“He was filled with majesty, befitting a great hero of three hundred years ago,” responded Kristina.

“But what he said was still stupid.
Maybe he sounds a bit more convincing now that he’s gotten a bit older,” muttered Eugene while staring up ahead.
He could see a door at the corridor’s end.
After taking a deep breath, Eugene approached the door.

‘That idiot.
He couldn’t possibly think of swinging an ax again after calling me here, right?’

It wasn’t possible, right? Eugene snorted and grabbed the doorknob.
But before he could even turn the doorknob, the door burst open, or rather, it was hinged off.
With it, Eugene was also flung into the air with the door with his hand on the knob.

“Hamel!” shouted Molon.
He stared straight ahead and blinked a few times.
Kristina gasped, even forgetting to give her greetings.

“Where is Hamel?” he asked once more.

“Hey, you idiot.” Eugene was still hanging in the air while holding the doorknob.
He frowned, bewildered, and kicked Molon in the shoulder.
“Why did you break the door for no….”

“Hamel!” roared Molon once more.

Boom!

Eugene fell to the ground along with the door, and Molon stretched out his arms and tightly embraced Eugene.

“I can’t believe my eyes.
Hamel! I didn’t expect to see you again like this!”

It was suffocating.

Eugene struggled for his life buried in Molon’s stiff and humongous chest muscles.