Damn Reincarnation

they held a joint wedding? She was sure it would surprise everyone, but who cared? They had saved the world.
They could do anything they wanted.

‘Hamel must have saved the world in his previous life.’

No, perhaps he could enjoy the luxury because he would save the world in this life.
It was quite a delightful sight to imagine.

‘…You would look extremely awkward in your tuxedo, and Anise and I will be in pure white dresses at your sides.
When Vermouth calls us, the three of us will enter together.
That idiot Molon will burst into tears when he sees us walk in.’

This was even better.
Both of them would be holding a bouquet, and in the end, they could throw one to Vermouth and Molon each.

‘I don’t think either of them would be married by then.
For some reason, I think Vermouth will be single for the rest of his life, and Molon….
Well….’

On second thought, she could imagine Molon getting married very quickly.

‘Then would I be worse than Molon? I… I guess I can’t help it.
If I lose to Molon, I’ll be teased for the rest of my life….
I-I should try harder and get married faster than Molon….’

Was it possible that she was currently under attack from Noir Giabella? Unless the whorish queen was attacking her mind, how could she be entertaining such shameful thoughts? Otherwise, there was no way she would be sinking so deep into these crazy imaginations, was there?

“…Hmm.”

But that was impossible.
She knew that she couldn’t be dreaming when she saw Hamel in the distance.
She knew that the delusions floating in her mind and the emotions causing her heart to race couldn’t be caused by Noir’s hypnosis.
They were sincere.

It wasn’t difficult to admit to her own feelings.
As Vermouth had said, she had been harboring these feelings for sixteen… or rather, fifteen and a half years.
She had cleared up the confusion and acknowledged her own feelings about ten years ago, or nine years and a few months to be exact.

However, she was still embarrassed, and her heart still fluttered, just because that’s who Sienna was as a person.
She had accepted her feelings long ago, but she still couldn’t express them directly.
Indeed, she would need to properly confirm her feelings with Hamel, but before it ever came to that, she hoped that the stupid, idiotic moron would notice it first.

Rather than having to convey her feelings with a red face, she hoped Hamel would be the first to confess with a bouquet… or even a single wildflower.

Sienna had been inducing Hamel to fall in love with her until now.
The problem was that he was an incredibly dense, stupid, idiotic moron.

So she switched things up.
Every once in a while, when it was inevitable and necessary, Sienna revealed a tiny portion of her feelings to Hamel, just enough that no one but Hamel would notice.
It was perfect for Sienna to look back on.

‘…..’

Vermouth and Anise had noticed, but that was only because both of them were more quick-witted than necessary.
Unfortunately, Hamel, on the other hand, seemed to be even denser than Molon when it came to these things.

“Why are you sitting there like that?” Sienna cleared her face before speaking to Hamel.
Was her face still red? But wouldn’t it be better flushed to appeal to the idiot? No, she didn’t like it.
She didn ’t want to show her flushed face to him, even if it might appeal to him.
It was embarrassing, and she wanted to maintain her composure.

“And why aren’t you sleeping?” Hamel said after raising his head and looking back at Sienna.
He was sitting on the ground.
Sienna smirked without meaning to.

This is just how it was.

Her emotions had aged for fifteen years, but she was still embarrassed, and her heart fluttered when she saw Hamel.

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“I’m on watch after Vermouth, stupid,” said Sienna.

“There’s more than an hour left,” responded Hamel.

“It’s only polite to wake up earlier and get ready,” said Sienna.

“As if.
At least put a little effort into your lie.
It’s obvious.
You can’t fall asleep, can you?” Hamel said with a smile while wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Instead of answering, Sienna snorted.
As Hamel said, it was quite obvious and quite a common occurrence.
“Sleep, even if you have to force it.
It’s been a while since you slept properly, right? You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Would you mind not worrying about me? Speak for yourself.
Who’s worried about who?” retorted Sienna while clearing her face.
She was sincere and meant every word.

But instead of answering, Hamel shrugged.
His scarred upper body was soaked with sweat, and sprawled around him were the many weapons he liked to use.

This was also an obvious, everyday occurrence.
Hamel did not allow his body to rest, even at dawn when everyone else was asleep.
He trained himself and wielded his weapons like an obsession.

“It’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen me,” said Hamel.

“Did you already forget what we talked about earlier? Your body is a wreck, so take a break,” responded Sienna.

“I become dull if I rest.
I need to keep adjusting it so it’ll move well when needed,” responded Hamel.

“Don’t say something so stupid.
Do you want to get beaten up by Anise again? Or I can just beat you up right now myself,” said Sienna.

“I didn’tt overdo it.” Hamel raised himself, dusted his hands, then picked up the towel at his feet.
“I’m just figuring out how far I can push myself and how much I can move.”

“…It’s really serious if you have to figure that out,” answered Sienna.

“Who in the world would want to die?” said Hamel with a laugh while wiping himself down with rough movements.
“All I’m doing is to make sure I don’t die.”

“…Just—”

“Yeah, no, I’m not going back, and I’m not going to wait by myself either.
I’m going to come with you guys no matter what.
If you’re really that worried about me, protect me so that I don’t die.” Hamel shot back before Sienna could speak.
Sienna opened her mouth a few times, then frowned before hitting Hamel’s chest.

“Bastard.” She made sure to use quite a bit of force, seeing how annoying he was.
However, Hamel appeared unfazed and gave a smile in response.

“…No matter how much I think about it, it’s weird how soft Vermouth is when it comes to you.
Why did he let an injured moron train?” said Sienna.

“Because he knows me well,” responded Hamel.

“Same as before.
If Vermouth pushed you, then….”

“It’s the same as you,” commented Hamel.
He kicked a large sword off the ground, then snatched it out of the air before placing it over his shoulder.
“Sienna, in the end, you couldn’t push me either.
It’s the same with Vermouth.
He knows I’m not going to listen, regardless of whether he pushes me or not.
If so, it’s better for him to keep an eye on me, right?”

“…You have a talent for sugarcoating your words.
You’re basically saying that you’re a stubborn moron who runs wild without any regard for your life,” said Sienna.

“See? You know me well, Sienna,” said Hamel.

“Every time you act like that, I feel like an idiot for worrying about you,” said Sienna.

“Then don’t worry about me.” Hamel grinned, then pushed his thumb against his chest.
“I won’t die.”

It was a funny thing to say.
Anyone in the world could say that they wouldn’t die, and there were countless people who would die after spouting such words.
Could Hamel be an unconditional exception?

Sienna just couldn’t bring herself to believe it, but she had no choice.
There were no other acceptable outcomes.
Everyone, including Sienna, had survived until now by dedicating themselves to keeping each other from dying.

“…Moron,” Sienna murmured in a small voice before giving a deep sigh.
“I’m going to be careful on my own, and I won’t overdo it.
So, Hamel, you have to do the same.
Be careful, don’t push yourself, and… if you don’t want to kill me, you have to protect me.
Because I’ll protect you, too.”

“It’s not just us too.
Everyone’s the same, aren’t they? I think, if any of us ends up dying… wouldn’t it end up being Molon? That bastard’s always rushing in without thinking.” Hamel’s words were insincere, and he laughed playfully.
He had already come to a conclusion to his question a long time ago.
If any one of them had to die, then….

“As long as you survive, there’s always a next time, Hamel,” Sienna said before smiling for him to see.
It felt as if he had been caught red-handed.
After blinking a few times, Hamel swung his sword with a smile.

‘I don’t want to have this conversation.’

Sienna sat down while thinking so.
This was a familiar situation.
Whenever Hamel trained himself with his weapons, Sienna could usually be found seated somewhere nearby.
At times like these, there wasn’t a big need for conversation, and today was the same.
Sienna watched Hamel wield his sword without saying a word.

“…Childish brat.” But she had to say what she had to say.

“What?” asked Hamel.

“You’re doing that on purpose for me to see.
You’re only using your bare body without any mana.
Are you protesting to me that your body is fine? Is that it?” continued Sienna.

“No, I’m just training my body.
This is what’s wrong with wizards.
They’re obsessed with mana.
Mana this, mana that.
It’s not a good thing to train only mana, you know? You need to train your body as well if you want to…,” explained Hamel.

“I get it, so take it easy.
Everyone knows you train at night, but if you really do get hurt, Anise won’t leave you in one piece when she wakes up,” said Sienna.

Hamel’s expression stiffened at her words as if he were genuinely concerned about being the recipient of Anise’s violence.
Sienna giggled as Hamel sneakily released his mana.

“…What did you talk about with Vermouth?” asked Hamel while clearing his throat as if he were embarrassed by Sienna’s giggle.

“What else would we talk about? Badmouthing you,” responded Sienna.

“You already do that every day,” responded Hamel.

“Right, well….
We just talked about the usual,” said Sienna.

“Ah, I see.
Talking about what we would be doing later?” asked Hamel.

Sienna smiled.
Maybe they did know each other too well.
“Yeah.
But now… we can start to take it more seriously.
There are only two Demon Kings left.”

“But it’ll be harder to kill the remaining two than the three we got already,” said Hamel.

“You’ve been so stubborn until now, so why are you acting so weak? Hamel, are you really planning to teach orphans how to use the sword? You want to build an orphanage after yourself or something?” asked Sienna.

“I’ve been thinking about it, but what if I build an academy instead of an orphanage? I’ll gather orphans from all over the country and teach them this and that,” answered Hamel.

“Ah, yes.
You’ll name it after yourself and call it the Hamel Academy, won’t you? If you build an academy, there will be lines of people who will want to join, not just orphans,” said Sienna.

“You don’t think they would kill their parents just to—”

“Don’t be an idiot.” Sienna cut off his words while straightening her face.
“…I think an academy will be nice.”

Apart from his nonsensical comment, Sienna empathized with his plan.
Regardless of what he wanted, it was nice to plan the future after saving the world from its terrible fate.

“I’m going to continue my magic research, so….
Right.
Hamel, if you build an academy, I’ll grace you with my presence as the professor of magic,” said Sienna.

“But Aroth already has the magic academy.
They have the towers, too,” commented Hamel.

“Ha! The wizards of Aroth are old men who want to be served on a silver platter even though they’re inferior to me.
I guarantee that I’ll be better than all the heads of the magic towers and the professors combined when it comes to developing magic and passing it on to future generations,” said Sienna confidently.

The future was a topic of discussion for them, but it was never a fixed notion.
Every time they talked about it, the vision they had would shift and transform, sometimes only slightly and sometimes drastically.
This was because their dreams and aspirations evolved over time.

“That’s why I’ll help you.
Such a future….
I think it’s pretty good,” muttered Sienna with a faint smile.

As if embarrassed, Hamel turned his head completely while swinging his sword.

“I can’t imagine you being the headmaster of an academy,” commented Sienna.

“On second thought, I don’t think I’ll build it.
I’ll just go somewhere airy and peaceful and farm,” responded Hamel.

“Embarrassed, are you?” Sienna giggled while hugging her knees.

Their visions changed every time they talked, but some things remained the same.

Sienna hoped for a happy life, and since some time ago, Hamel was always by her side in the future she drew.

That was how it had to be.