Damn Reincarnation

tside at Lehainjar, “The Nur is an ominous existence that terrifies people even without them having to see it in person.
And it is big.
The corpse of the Nur exhales and bleeds poison even after dying.
The blood of the Nur stains the snow and deprives the mountain of life.”

Eugene was astounded by Molon ’s dedication to blocking the path of the Nur for a hundred years.
He couldn ’t even begin to imagine the number of Nur that Molon must have killed during that time.
If what Molon said was true and the Nur emitted a poisonous aura, then the poison from the Nur he had slain over the years would have spread throughout Lehainjar, covering the mountain in a deadly haze.

However, although Lehainjar was a hell of a mountain with endless snow, it wasn’t covered with an ominous energy powerful enough to cause suicidal thoughts.

Eugene remembered the incident in the Great Hammer Canyon vividly.
Molon had fought fiercely with the giant Nur, killed it, and in the end, both he and the Nur had disappeared in an instant.
Eugene had climbed up the cliff to investigate, but there was no trace of Molon or the Nur left behind, not even a drop of blood.
It was as if they had vanished into thin air.

Eugene also remembered the Lionheart family’s treasure room and the Dark Room deep in the basement.
It had utilized magic that was unlike any other magic he had seen.
If it had to be classified, it could be called spatial magic, but it had been impossible for Eugene to comprehend the magic even using Akasha.

“Vermouth did not explain to me about the ability, but I knew how to use it.
Kill the Nur and toss it in.
It’s an excellent ability,” explained Molon.

The idea was not difficult to fathom.
On the other side of Lehainjar, there must have been an unseen world, even beyond the reach of archwizards.
Molon had likely stored the Nur ’s corpses in that realm, building a mountain of the monstrous creatures that bled black blood so as not to defile his beloved mountain.

“Molon, you…” Eugene couldn’t help but speak.
“Are you living on because of Vermouth’s request?”

He had to ask.

“I’m not dying because I want to,” responded Molon with a smile.
“I am living a valuable life as a warrior.
By following the request of an old friend, I am protecting my beloved snow mountain, the snow field, the nation I raised with my own hands, and the world.”

“…For a hundred years,” Eugene finished Molon’s unsaid words.

“Didn’t I tell you, Hamel? This is a worthy life as a warrior.
I do not want to die ugly of old age.
I want to die a warrior, die a Hero.
Although death is a long way off for me now, if I die because I lack power, then the bodies of the Nur will prove the life I lived as a warrior and a hero,” continued Molon.

Eugene didn’t have anything to say to this.

“And the descendants who continue my legacy will stop the Nur on my behalf.
This is only natural for a warrior of Bayar and the King of Ruhr.”

“Don’t you resent Vermouth? He explained nothing to you.
He didn’t say why the Nur suddenly appeared or why he had to ask you to do this,” said Eugene.

“Hamel.
Do you really think such things are important?” asked Molon.

Eugene couldn’t find any response.
Molon continued with a chuckle upon seeing Eugene hesitate.
“I was the only person Vermouth could rely on.
Three hundred years ago, if I had died instead of you, and Vermouth had to ask someone else the same favor, he would have asked you.
Then, Hamel, would you have refused Vermouth’s request?”

“I….”

“Would not have refused.
It’s not just you and me, either.
Even if it were Sienna and Anise, they would have never refused.
Hamel, Anise, what did you two first feel when you first saw the Nur?” asked Molon.

They had to kill it — that was the first thought that came to mind.
An existence that exuded the same ominous energy as the Demon King of Destruction could not be allowed to exist, so they had to kill it.

“I thought the same.
Even if Vermouth had not asked, I would have killed the Nur if I had seen it.
Even if Vermouth did not ask me to, I would have made it my mission to live in Lehainjar to block and kill the Nur,” said Molon.

“Of course, you would have,” said Anise with a chuckle.
She buried herself deeper into the sofa and rested her chin on her hand.
“We made… various excuses, but we were all sincere about saving the world.
Even if we weren’t all like that from the beginning, after fighting together for decades, all of us eventually accepted the mission to save the world.
That was our desire.”

Heroes.

“The war is over, and the world has become peaceful.
We know how desperately the world needed this and how desperate we were.
Although what we achieved was different from our ideal world, we dedicated everything for this peace….
If any existence threatened this peace, we would have killed it regardless of whether Sir Vermouth asked for it or not.
If that existence continued to appear, I would have devoted the rest of my life to exterminating it without hesitation,” continued Anise.

Anise had been given another option at the end.
She could have chosen to disregard the future of the world.
She could have abandoned what had shackled her for her whole life, the Holy Empire and her faith.
She could have taken her life quietly in a place with no one without benefiting the Holy Empire.

However, she had not chosen to do so.
She had suddenly changed her mind in the desert where Hamel’s tomb was located.
She found herself unable to abandon the world.

She remembered the stupid man whom she loved, the man who fought until his body was broken and moved no more.
So she gave the body of the Imitation Incarnation to the Holy Empire.
She chose not to ascend to heaven but to remain behind in this world.
She watched as her body was made into sacred relics and future generations of Saints were created.
She hoped for her successors to save the world.

Eugene closed his eyes.
He couldn’t say anything.
Molon was an idiot, and that was an undeniable fact.
But it wasn’t just Molon.
Everyone was an idiot.
Although it wasn’t exactly what they had wished for, didn’t they save the world in the end? Had they not achieved peace, even if it were temporary?

Then, they could have lived happily for the rest of their lives, just as much as they had suffered.
All they had to do was to live out their lives before dying before ascending to heaven.
But no one had chosen to do so.

This applied to Hamel as well.
He died, then reincarnated.
Who cared if it was what Vermouth had intended? Hamel had been given a choice.
He could have lived his second life in peace, but he had never considered it an option in the first place.
He made the decision to see through the incomplete mission from his past life as if it were the most natural thing.
He decided to devote his life to the mission of killing all the Demon Kings.

It was just as Anise said.
This was simply who they were.

“Show it to me next time,” grumbled Eugene, pulling the cork from a new bottle.
“I’m talking about how many Nur you killed in the past hundred years, Molon.
Where you stacked all of them.”

“I do not want to show you.
If I wanted to, I could have shown you the last time,” responded Molon.

“Why not?” asked Eugene.

“Because the poison is too strong.
I am used to it, but Hamel, your mind might break if you go there.
You might become sick,” answered Molon.

Was that why Molon had told him to go back down?

Eugene snorted at the idiotic kindness.
“Do you think I’m some kind of a fucking pushover? I won’t go weird, no matter how many bodies there are.
I won’t get sick.”

Eugene held himself back from asking a question.
He remembered how Molon’s eyes had been.
They had been similar to how Vermouth’s had been in the Dark Room — different, cold, emotionless, tired, and muddy.

“Promise me,” said Eugene.
He couldn’t bear to leave Molon alone.
“Promise me that you will take me there after the Knight March.
Show me what you have seen in the last hundred years.”

“Are you planning on leaving me behind?” asked Anise with a smile.
“If Hamel goes, I am going as well.
I have to stand where you two stand.”

“Anise, you…” muttered Molon.

“Molon.
You have absolutely no talent for lying.
You are worried about us? That’s a lie, is it not? The only truth from what you’ve said is that you don’t want to show us.” Anise wasn’t considerate of Molon like Eugene.
She was a malicious woman with a talent for hurting people’s feelings since three hundred years ago.
“What you do not want to show us… it’s not simply the bodies of monsters.”

Molon couldn’t refute Anise.

“And whatever it is that you do not want us to see, I want to see it no matter what,” said Anise.

After a moment of dazed blinking, Molon burst into laughter, his booming chuckles echoing off the walls.
He then nodded to himself and gave his own head a light tap before speaking.
”You two haven ’t changed a bit, ” he said with a grin.

“Have you changed?” asked Anise.

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“I tried not to,” answered Molon.

“That’s enough.
Now that we’ve roughly understood your situation, let’s enjoy our drinks,” said Anise before bringing her liquor to her lips.
That alone changed the mood.

Eugene parted his lips while patting Mer’s wiggling head.
“By the way, Molon, is it fine for you to be here now?”

“Didn’t I say it earlier? I can see Lehainjar from here as well.
The Nur has not appeared yet.
If it comes out, I will go and kill it,” responded Molon.

He had remained in Lehainjar for a hundred years when he could do such a thing.

“Idiot,” murmured Eugene while sipping his own bottle.

“I do not like that word, but I don’t hate it when you call me an idiot,” said Molon with a smile, tipping his own bottle as well.