Damn Reincarnation

tasked with the fate of his tribe.
He had not been carrying the future of a race on his shoulders, and he had not been chosen by the Holy Sword.
He had never been forced into anything as his birthright.

If he had wanted, Hamel could have chosen a different life.
Yes, he had lost his family and village, but there were countless people who shared his fate during a war.
It was natural for some to crave revenge, while others gave up.

In that aspect, Hamel had been special.
He never gave up on achieving revenge and eventually climbed to a position where he could enact his vengeance.
He had killed three Demon Kings in a life he chose.
He had chosen his fate of wielding his blade against the Demon Kings and the demons and proved himself by massacring them.

Hamel’s wishes had not been grand.
He wasn’t out to save his tribe, to save a race, or to save the world.
He had wanted nothing more than simple revenge, to kill the Demon Kings.

“In the end, you did what you wanted,” said Noir.

Eugene had wanted to kill all the demons of the Dragon Demon Castle.

He had wanted to cause a catastrophe in Karabloom.

He had wanted to kill Jagon.

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Such desires had been the essence of the Hamel Dynas that Noir saw.
Although his pure will to kill had been transformed into the desire to save the world later on, the process did not change.
He had to kill all the Demon Kings to save the world.

All of Vermouth’s companions had shared the same thought, but only Hamel had taken the lead by burning himself like firewood without care for his own life.

Hamel Dynas had been the most suited to be called the enemy of the demonfolks, more so than the Great Vermouth.

“Still so lovely,” commented Noir.

She had encountered Hamel at the bottom of his dream.
Despite being an absolute presence in dreams, Noir had been overwhelmed by the curses and hatred Hamel had displayed, resulting in the dream ’s destruction.
Though Noir had alternated between showing hope and despair with her Demoneye of Fantasy, Hamel ’s unwavering killing intent had remained resolute.

She could not help but fall in love.

“I have so much I want to ask you,” said Noir.

Her body was hot, and she wanted to take him into her embrace.
She longed to express her love for him in every physical way possible, share every intimate moment with him, and explore the depths of his dreams to share the most profound connection.

“Why are you alive when you died three hundred years ago? Why do you have the name Lionheart? A reincarnation? By whom? How? Is the Imitation Incarnation accompanying you really Kristina Rogeris?”

Eugene glared at Noir while remaining silent.
But she found the profane, reckless, and spiteful gaze even more lovely.

“Why do you have the Moonlight Sword, which has no records in history? Why is the Dragon Duchess alive and in your hands, and what are you planning to do from now on?” Noir suddenly stopped.
The pieces — the Lionheart family, the vanished Moonlight Sword, the death of the Great Vermouth two hundred years ago, and the reincarnation of Hamel Dynas — all seemed to click together.
“Vermouth Lionheart.
Indeed, he had a good eye.
Indeed, if he had to choose someone to achieve what he couldn’t….
Hoho, you would have been the right person, my Hamel.
I’m sure that the Demon King of Incarceration knows your identity since the two of you even met in person.”

“What is it that you want to say?” said Eugene.

“Nothing much.
But can you just answer this one thing? My Hamel, did Gavid Lindman recognize your true identity?” whispered Noir while leaning forward.
Eugene felt contempt for her passionate gaze.

“No,” he answered.

“Wonderful…! Then that means only the Demon King of Incarceration and I know who you are in Helmuth, right? Ah, I love it.
I won’t ask you anything else.
Having some secrets makes it more exciting, right?”

“I’m leaving Helmuth,” Eugene said while tucking away the Moonlight Sword into his cloak with a deliberate movement.
“Right now, there is nothing more for me to do in Helmuth.”

“It won’t be easy to leave.
My Hamel, you crashed the Dragon Demon Castle, killed countless demonfolks, and kidnapped Raizakia’s only daughter,” responded Noir.

“Then what? Will I be judged according to Helmuth’s law? I guess I reincarnated for nothing since I’m going to die in vain,” spat Eugene.

“Ah…,” Noir moaned, feeling a heartache.
How shameless! “My Hamel.
There’s no way I would let you die like that.
If you really have to die one day, your death must be more valuable and noble than it was three hundred years ago.”

“How?” asked Eugene.

“Either you die while challenging the Demon King of Incarceration,” she paused, then tilted her head.
“Or die while challenging a demon equivalent to a Demon King.”

Her words were extremely blatant.
With a smile, she flicked her fingers toward Eugene, causing a black casino coin to hurl toward him.
It was the same coin she had given him in the snowfield.
Although he had tossed it away then, he had no choice but to accept it now.

“Hamel, you will be free from all inspections in Helmuth just by having that coin.
Moreover, you should present that coin instead of your identity card at the warp-gate.
Even if you’re bringing along hundreds of demonfolks and not just the Dragon Duchess, as long as you have that coin, you should be able to use the warp-gates without any problem.”

“All is good,” said Eugene while tucking the coin away in his pocket.
“But don’t call me Hamel.”

“Ah….
Right.
This can be our little… secret.
I understand.
Ah, but the Dragon Duchess has already heard everything.
What should we do about that?” asked Noir.

“What else? I’m going to make sure she doesn’t talk,” responded Eugene.

“That would be extremely easy for me.
I could even modify her memory such that she will cooperate with you,” said Noir, turning her glistening eyes toward Raimira.
Even though she was a dragon, as a hatchling, there was no way she could resist the Demoneye of Fantasy.
However, Eugene shook his head and stepped in front of Raimira.

“Don’t do something so useless,” said Eugene.

“Have you become a little more gentle? That’s attractive as well.
I understand, my Hamel.
I won’t since you told me not to,” responded Noir, withdrawing her Demoneye of Fantasy.
“But when the moment comes when I really shouldn’t, I won’t listen, no matter how much you beg.”

“Do you think that only applies to you?” scoffed Eugene.

Noir gently brushed over her lower lips with her tongue.
Before parting ways, couldn’t they have a light hug or a simple kiss? It would surely quench her excitement somewhat, and Hamel’s hatred, anger, and malice would be intensified.
Wouldn’t it make things much more fun for their next meeting?

‘Hold it in,’ she told herself sternly.

Noir desperately held herself back.
This was a fateful reunion with her first love, and the meeting alone greatly excited her.
If they happened to touch, she knew she would fail to hold back her urges rather than save them for later.

She could not.
This wasteland was too shabby for the climax of their romance.

“Let’s celebrate our end in Giabella City,” whispered Noir with a wink.
Giabella City was already perfect and beautiful, but it would become even more beautiful after today.

The moment before the Dragon Demon Castle’s fall, Noir had conjured a curtain of magic to contain the destruction.
Moreover, she had evacuated all the night demons in the city, as well as the dwarves in the mine.
The destruction of the mine couldn’t have been prevented, but she had robbed Raizakia of the contracts he had with all the dwarves and saved their lives.

Instead of laboring away making goods for Raizakia from generation to generation, the dwarves would now live as architects of Giabella City for Noir.

“It has to be there.
Both where you will kill me and where I will kill you,” said Noir.

“Do you think I’m crazy enough to fight you in your territory?” asked Eugene.

“But you are crazy.
Hamel, three hundred years ago, you and your companions invaded the territories of the Demon Kings and killed them in their own castles,” said Noir.

“But you’re not a Demon King,” retorted Eugene.

“Do you really think so?” asked Noir with a mischievous smile, spreading her wings wide.
“Well, my Hamel, if you really wish for it, I’ll try to build a demon castle in Giabella City.”

“Don’t bother.”

“Don’t say such gloomy things.” Her bat-like wings fluttered, and her body was pushed back, up into the air.
“That’s what romance is.”