Damn Reincarnation

ir war paint, were glaring down at them with fierce eyes.

“Are you going to make a move?” Eugene asked as he looked at Ivatar, who was standing in front of them.

Eugene knew why the atmosphere was like this.
Before they had even started traveling to Samar, he had heard the whole story from Ivatar.

The air around Ivatar was also unusual.
The muscles of his body were flexing hard enough to be seen with the naked eye, and his obvious display of rage and killing intent was making the space around him seem to vibrate.

“Of course, I have to take action,” Ivatar ground out.

Climbing off his summoned steed, Ivatar steadily strode forwards.

“Ivatar Jahav!” shouted a man loudly who was standing on top of the wall.

Although he was slightly shorter than Ivatar, his especially rough-looking face made it seem like he could possibly be a crossbreed of a human and a gorilla.

The man continued shouting, “Even if you are the next chieftain, your actions cannot be tolerated!”

“What are you talking about?” Ivatar calmly responded.

“This is a war that must be decided by the Zorans and our allies alone.
However, you—! You took advantage of the Patriarch’s infirmity to act on your own volition!” the man accused.
“Have you abandoned your pride as a Zoran!”

All this shouting was getting annoying.

It had been Ivatar’s personal decision to come to the Lionhearts looking for help.
During that first battle, in which both sides had retreated without being able to determine a victor or a loser, Ivatar’s father, the Chieftain of the Zoran Tribe, had been mortally wounded and left on the brink of death.

Ivatar had also participated in that first battle.
They neither won nor lost, and no one managed to advance or retreat….
At the very least, that’s what Ivatar insisted, but — the difference in strength could be felt right from the beginning.
Kochillas still had enough slack to keep forces in reserve.
They didn’t use any of the demonic beasts they had received as support from Helmuth, nor did they mobilize any of their wicked shamans.

However, the Zorans also had cards that they hadn’t played yet.
The battle had started all too quickly, so the gathering of their tribal alliance hadn’t yet been fully finished.
They also hadn’t been able to perform their ceremonial prayer for victory to the God of the Land.
Just like how the Kochillas had yet to mobilize their shamans, the Zorans and their allied tribes were also keeping their shamans in reserve.

The Zoran Tribe’s elders and Ivatar’s relatives, all warriors with strong senses of pride, as well as the chieftains of the allied tribes, had all insisted that they still had a chance of seizing victory.
However, Ivatar couldn’t agree with their point of view.
During that first battle against the Kochilla Tribe, Ivatar had foreseen the eventual destruction of the Zoran Tribe and the eradication of his fellow tribesmen.

“I received permission from my father,” Ivatar spat out.

He had been certain that the Zorans and their allied tribes would not be able to defeat the Kochillas alone.
With faint hope, Ivatar had thought about getting help from Eugene, so after receiving the Chieftain’s permission, he had left the forest.

“You dare speak of the Chieftain! My brother has already passed away.
While you, his own son, were gallivanting away from the tribe! After suffering from the agony of his injuries, he finally entered the Land’s embrace! When you weren’t even here to take your place at my brother’s deathbed!”

The man who revealed this tragedy was the same man who had first yelled at Ivatar.
He was the late Chieftain’s brother, as well as Ivatar’s uncle.

As his face contorted into a scowl, he accusingly pointed his finger at his nephew, “You say that you got permission from brother? There is no way that my brother, who always prioritized the honor and pride of the tribe, would allow these people from the outside to enter our sacred battlefield.”

Eugene, who had been silently listening to all the shouting, suddenly spoke up, “This is something that has been on my mind ever since the old days, but most bastards who spout on about things being sacred as a justification tend to be idiots.”

“Are you talking about me?” Kristina opened her lidded eyes and stared piercingly at Eugene.

In the face of that, Eugene could only avoid Kristina’s gaze and shut his mouth.

“Ivatar Jahav,” the uncle continued.
“You must have taken advantage of the Chieftain whose mind was clouded as he lay dying.”

“What reason would I have to do something like that?” Ivatar responded.

The man scoffed, “There’s no need to know your reason for doing so.
Just by trying to involve outsiders in our war, you have single-handedly abandoned the honor entrusted to you by the Chieftain.”

“The Kochillas are the ones who first drew in outsiders,” Ivatar pointed out.

“The Kochillas are different than us.
They may accept aid from Helmuth, but the Zoran Tribe has always rejected any help from outside the forest,” the uncle declared self-righteously.

“What if that leads us to lose the battle?” Ivatar tried to argue.

“We will not be defeated,” the uncle insisted.

The arguments he was roaring were specious without a single trace of logic.
Ivatar just shook his head with a vicious smile on his face.

“What do you want me to do?” Ivatar demanded.

“Leave the Zoran Tribe and never return,” his uncle commanded.

“Did you really hate the fact you lost the position of the next Chieftain to your own nephew that much?” Ivatar asked mockingly.

The uncle sneered, “Do you really think that I am being blinded by such ambition? I am doing this for the honor and pride of our tribe.”

Naturally, Ivatar didn’t believe those words.
Eugene and the other people standing behind Ivatar didn’t believe them either.
Even the expressions of the warriors lined up on the walls shook with disbelief.

However, Ivatar’s uncle, as well as the alliance’s chiefs, who were acting as representatives of their tribes, kept up their stern expressions.

This sight caused Eugene to come up with a clear and despicable image of what was going on here.
It seemed that they were just pretending to go to war, and they must have made a secret agreement to be sheltered underneath the umbrella of the Kochilla Tribe once they admitted their defeat.

However, Eugene didn’t really care all that much about the power struggles between the natives living here.

The uncle scoffed, “And look at who you have behind you, Ivatar.
Are those seven people really all the reinforcements you’ve brought with you even after abandoning your place at your father’s deathbed?”

“There are only three men among them, and none of them seem to have the courageous demeanor of a warrior,” one of the other tribal chiefs observed mockingly.

‘Are those guys talking about us?’

Eugene asked himself as he glanced over at Cyan and Lovellian, who were standing at his side.
He could understand why they would say so after looking at Lovellian, who was a wizard, and Cyan, who didn’t seem all that strong based on his appearance….

“But me?” Eugene muttered in disbelief.

Did they really just say that he didn’t seem to have the courageous demeanor of a warrior?

“And why on earth did you even bring two women with you? Were you hoping to offer them up in exchange for forgiving your filial impiety?”

“Hey, why don’t you become my wife.”

“And the remaining two are children who aren’t even old enough to be cut off from their mother’s apron strings!”

The chieftains laughed as they pointed at Ivatar and Eugene’s party mockingly.

Melkith, who had just been standing there idly, let out a snort, “Hey, about what those guys were just saying, I’m hoping that I just heard them wrong, but did one of those old guys up there really look at me and ask me to become his wife?”

Eugene placated her, “They were probably saying that to Kristina, not you, Lady Melkith.”

Melkith reacted defensively, “Hmm? What? Why would you think that? I think that they were definitely talking to me just now? After all, that old man is still looking at me right now.”

“As long as they’re normal, they would rather marry Kristina than you, Lady Melkith,” Eugene declared.

Those words settled the irritation and anger that had been bubbling inside Kristina’s chest since earlier.

‘Doesn’t that mean Sir Eugene would also prefer me to be his wife?’ Kristina thought giddily.

[Hamel isn’t a normal person, but Kristina, I think it’s safe to take what he said just now as an actual proposal,] Anise also excitedly encouraged.

Melkith glared at Eugene with a blank expression, “No way? Why? Both Saint Kristina and I are plenty pretty, no?”

Eugene calmly responded, “Because your age is three times that of Kristina, Lady Melkith.”

Melkith’s eyelashes fluttered in shock at this blunt reply.

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Yet even as they were having this leisurely conversation, the mockery coming from the top of the walls continued.

Ivatar’s face was contorted into a vicious scowl as he glared up at the city walls.
Then, after taking a deep breath, Ivatar spun around to face everyone.

“My apologies to all of you,” Ivatar bowed his head deeply as he offered his apology.
“Although I did say that you might not receive a warm welcome, I never imagined that they would actually offer you such a lowly insult.”

“Ivatar Jahav! How dare you, who claims to be the next Chieftain, bow your head to someone else!” a man shouted.

Ivatar simply ignored these words and continued speaking, “It seems that I was too short-sighted.
I never imagined that warriors like them, who are also going on about their honor and pride, would actually show such ugly behavior.
Since I don’t dare to burden or offend you with this matter any longer, if you so desire, I can lead you back out of the forest immediately.”

Eugene waved off the offer, “Haaah, there’s no need for that.
Like I’ve already said, I also have something that I need to deal with in this forest.”

“If that’s the case, then please wait here for just a moment,” Ivatar requested as he raised his bowed head.

There was no need for him to ask for any help.
While grinding his teeth in anger, Ivatar turned around.

Although insults continued to pour down from the city walls, Ivatar had no intention of responding or even listening to them any longer.
Without holding any weapons, he simply clenched his bare fists tightly and strode over to the walls.

It happened in an instant.
The ground below appeared to bounce Ivatar ’s feet upward like a spring.
Having been sent flying, Ivatar rose to the top of the walls in a single leap.

The Zoran Tribe’s Deputy-Chieftain, Ivatar’s uncle, wasn’t alarmed by this.
Since this was Ivatar they were dealing with, he naturally knew that Ivatar was capable of such actions.
No, rather than being surprised, it had been his intention in the first place to provoke Ivatar into attacking in a rage, as he had also been planning to deal with Ivatar once and for all by killing him.

Ivatar wasn’t a warrior who merely relied on an overblown reputation.
There were few warriors in the entire tribe who were as strong as he was.

Ivatar’s uncle raised the spear he had been hiding behind his back.
The Deputy-Chieftain then gave a mighty roar and threw the spear down at Ivatar.
Wrapped in a tremendous amount of mana, the spear pierced through the air with a roar.

Then ever so easily, the fiercely flying spear was caught in Ivatar ’s hand.
Ivatar twisted his body in midair and threw the spear straight back.

Spluuuurt!

Without even consuming any mana, the spear that was thrown using body strength alone pierced through the Deputy-Chieftain.

Booooom!

Then, without losing any of its power from penetrating into a human body, the spear proceeded to collapse the city walls.

“Haaaah!” the other tribal chiefs who had been standing nearby let out roars.

They leaped off the collapsing wall and threw themselves at the now-falling Ivatar.

It didn’t take long for Ivatar to tear each of their arms off, one by one, with his bare hands alone.

“Gaaaaah…,” the Deputy-Chieftain, who was buried within the rubble of the collapsed wall, let out a cry as he was picked up by the spear that was still stuck in him.

While shaking the spear that his uncle was impaled upon, Ivatar snarled, “You are no warrior.”

Ivatar hadn’t spat out these words while expecting any sort of coherent response from the man.
Ivatar slammed the raised spear down into the ground.

Splat!

When the body of the Deputy-Chieftain was smashed into the ground, it exploded, and his blood splattered in all directions.
The other tribal chieftains, who had been reduced to being one-handed in mere moments, lacked the courage to order their warriors to kill Ivatar and could only clutch at their wounds.

“Order the gates to be opened,” Ivatar commanded without wiping away the blood that had spattered onto his face.

The gates of the city soon swung open.

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The original text uses a Korean idiom to describe suffering from a nightmare as being crushed by scissors.
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