Reincarnated User Manual

Shiron remembered Seira as a distinctly eminent figure.

Her unique purple eyes seemed to penetrate all magic, and her ivory-white skin and ash-grey hair suited the description of nobility more than beauty.

It was not just about her beautiful appearance. The term ‘noble’ wouldn’t have been used otherwise.

‘It’s fitting to think of her as a sage, considering she’s observed the world for 500 years.’

Rubbing his chin, Shiron frowned.

“Haah… Kheung… Heuuung. Heung.”

A cold, aloof, and lonely wizard who knew 10,000 spells and reminisced about colleagues who had already left the world.

“Kheung… Heuuung. Heooong.”

An elf of a noble and beautiful race, all her actions exuded elegance and dignity, but she did not ignore the plight of the weak, whether human or demon. A living legend and a hero.

That was… the forgotten wizard, Seira.

“Ha…”

Unable to express his frustration, Shiron washed his face dryly. What in the world was this situation?

‘Why are you appearing here?’

Confusion, embarrassment, anger, annoyance. Irritation.

‘What’s this? Is someone mocking me now? What? The one who messed with Siriel is Seira?’

Wondering if this absurd situation was a dream, Shiron bit his tongue.

It hurt. It was not a dream.

Shiron looked at the pathetic woman in front of him, devoid of any dignity. The human who had been acting like a slave was gone, replaced by a dirt-covered, sobbing elf.

How deeply must this adult, old enough to know better, have been hurt to weep so bitterly…

At first, he thought of a dream-eating nightmare or a witch bewitching people on a covert mission. Nightmares induced tricky states like confusion or mind control, and witches were self-explanatory.

‘No wonder. She didn’t even flinch at holy power.’

Shiron reluctantly faced the reality before him, feeling the puzzle pieces slowly falling into place.

‘And with that,’

“Ssst…”

Shiron licked his dry lips, arms crossed. His mouth tasted bitter.

The 27.5 million shillings he had willingly invested to increase his favorability rating had become worthless… Putting that aside, Seira’s recent ordeal was more than enough to make her harbor resentment towards Shiron.

The favorability attempt was a total disaster.

“Heuk. Heuuuk. Keuk. Keuuuk.”

“Damn it.”

Shiron’s face crumpled in frustration. It was Seira, not him, who wanted to cry.

‘Damn it. It’s so unfair. When you think about it, isn’t it this bastard’s fault? If he had just been begging on the streets, huh? Kind Siriel would have picked him up like a stray cat.

Why did she even do a slave cosplay? Could this girl be a masochist or something?’

“……Wait a minute.”

Suddenly, Shiron’s mind snapped to attention.

Masochist,

An aspect not shown in the game, but if Seira had a perverse nature with a penchant for suffering, then all of this made sense.

The reason she chose to be a slave, not taking a more moderate approach and voluntarily claiming the lowest status.

Even when continuously tormented by Shiron, didn’t Seira refrain from showing a smiling face?

‘Maybe things haven’t gone completely south.’

A winding path appeared before Shiron’s eyes.

He hadn’t figured out what that path was yet, but it wasn’t time to ponder its length. Decisive action was needed now that things had come to this.

With a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth, Shiron grasped Seira’s chin. His grip was neither too strong nor too gentle, just right. Wet amethyst eyes met black pupils.

“Hey, slave.”

“…Heuk?”

Seira’s eyes widened.

“Become mine.”

“…”

“Hmm, become my female. Woman.”

“……What, what? What are you saying?”

“There are things that shine brighter because they can’t be obtained. That’s exactly what you are, a woman.”

“…”

“Why no answer? If you understand, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“…You, you.”

Seira narrowed her eyes and trembled faintly. She couldn’t understand what this crazy kid was talking about.

The greatest wizard.

The unparalleled wizard of all time.

Seira Romer, the hero who, as a companion of the hero, vanquished the Demon King, was being toyed with by a powerless human child.

Seira’s tears, which she thought had stopped, burst forth again.

“Why, why are you doing this to me?!”

Seira cried out in anguish.

“…Me, to be treated like this! Did I, did I do something wrong to deserve this?! Did I?! I am Seira Romer. I can’t live like this. Rather kill me! Just kill me!”

“…Hmm.”

‘Is this not it?’

“Young Master.”

At that moment, Yuma, who was standing by Shiron’s side, spoke.

“It’s getting late. How about having a meal now? The sun is beginning to set.”

“Ah. Should we?”

Shiron raised his head to look westward. The sky was turning red as night approached. Shiron was hungry and had a headache.

‘I need to cool my head. Me, and this girl too.’

Shiron turned his head towards Yuma. He had grown quite tall and, looking up at her, who was tall for a woman, no longer strained his neck.

“Let’s do that. I’ll leave the cleaning up to you.”

“Yes.”

Yuma watched the boy enter Dawn Castle. Her eyes were like those of a parent watching their child who had left home and returned as a master of the tower.

The fiery yet somehow cozy gaze made one forget the horns on her head, making him feel a very human maternal instinct emanating from her.

Seira felt a chill down her spine at the sight of Yuma, which was so unfamiliar to her.

“Emma. Reynor. Flora. Move the intruder to the brain prison.”

But as expected, the gaze Shiron cast upon Seira was utterly cold.

The main hall of Dawn Castle.

During Shiron’s absence, the chandeliers, which had been cold and unlit, were now brightly lit.

Everyone, except the guards, had gathered to celebrate Shiron’s return.

“So you used Ophilia’s abilities in the end.”

“Yes.”

Shiron responded while tearing into a well-cooked deer leg. The meat, seasoned with just salt and a bit of spice, still had a wild, gamey flavor.

He mused that the food at Hugo’s mansion was definitely luxurious, but now was not the time to dwell on such things. Because of Seira, he hadn’t had lunch and came here directly. It was only natural for him to eat without fuss.

“Then Ophilia is…”

“Probably lying in the training grounds of the mansion? Lucia and Siriel were watching her, so they wouldn’t leave her lying on the cold floor if they were kind.”

“That would be a relief.”

Yuma, with her single horn, smiled softly at Shiron. But her heart was not entirely happy.

‘Young Master…’

Yuma’s mind began to fill with worry.

The silver-haired elf was several levels stronger than any wizard Yuma had seen in her lifetime.

‘It’s been years since Dawn Castle’s forces were mobilized like this.’

Even though they easily overpowered her using Dawn Castle’s forces, the fact that a wizard, not a swordsman, held out for so long was a miracle. Moreover, the elf hadn’t even used her full strength.

A wizard’s role was to bombard from afar on the battlefield. In the chaos, they couldn’t recite spells or focus.

But this elf seemed quite adept at close combat, and the magic surrounding her was of a high level.

The elf’s caliber reminded her of a chaotic time 500 years ago, far removed from this era.

‘Where has such a person been hiding? And how did the Young Master encounter such a character?’

However, Yuma felt her heart swell with pride. The Young Master did not abandon Ophilia even in life-threatening danger. He may appear indifferent as he tore into the meat, but indeed, the Young Master possessed the qualities of a hero. Yuma felt elation towards Shiron, who, as a human, treated even a mere demon race like family.

“May I ask you one thing, Young Master?”

But there was something she needed to clarify.

“Hmm?”

“About the woman’s disposal. Will you keep her confined in the brain prison?”

“Ah.”

“And about the woman’s identity. She seems to be a rather dangerous individual. I couldn’t help but wonder, disrespectfully, why you didn’t kill her immediately. Please enlighten me…”

Yuma was confused. Shiron’s attitude towards the elf was a bit mischievous, but it wasn’t how one treats an enemy. Dealing so softly with someone who had threatened his life was completely opposite to the Shiron she knew.

“…… It’s not something I can’t tell you.”

Shiron sucked his sauce-covered fingers and picked up a napkin. The eyes of all the maids in the hall were focused on him.

“That elf. She was a companion of the hero 500 years ago.”

“…What?”

“A companion of the hero from 500 years ago. She met the hero of the current era after 500 years.”

Shiron suddenly stood up from his seat.

“Isn’t it quite romantic? The woman I’m talking about is destined to be a companion. That one.”

“A companion of the hero…? But that woman… She seemed to clearly harbor animosity towards you, Young Master. How do you plan to persuade her?”

“Wait and see.”

Shiron gulped down his lemonade and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

“Tomorrow, she’ll like me more than today, won’t she?”

There was no lower favorability rating to fall to. The boy didn’t touch his food any longer.

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