Reincarnated User Manual

In the deepest part of Dawn Castle. Shiron’s bedroom.

“Seira.”

Sitting deeply on the bed, Shiron quietly recited an incantation.

Until yesterday, every time he called the forgotten wizard’s name, he was thrown into a space where Latera existed, but now, calling her name caused no such reaction.

“…… It’s not working.”

The taste in his mouth was bitter. He had been in a bad mood since dawn. It was better this way, as he would be talking a lot with Seira and calling her name, but he still felt sorry for Latera, who had been helpful until now.

Not because he could no longer receive her blessing. Not out of regret. Sincerely.

…He felt sorry for Latera.

“Sigh.”

If only Elise had been a mysterious and powerful figure completely unrelated to the game, things wouldn’t have turned out this way. Not just an extra but a key figure, and now his reputation had been greatly diminished.

On the other hand, Latera didn’t appear in the game.

“I can’t figure it out.”

The knowledge from the game in his memory and reality didn’t match up in many aspects, adding to his confusion. But still, Shiron tried to grasp the situation.

The Hero’s Abode?

Such a thing never existed in the game.

Not that it didn’t exist, but perhaps it was something the users weren’t shown… Was that the right way to see it?

What about Latera?

An angel? When archbishops used divine power to cast blessings, a beautiful woman with wings appeared behind them as an effect.

Unlike this world, demons were monsters that needed to be slain immediately. And now, Yuma was serving Shiron by his side.

“Yuma.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

The woman who had been sticking to Shiron’s side since yesterday bowed her head. Her presence, clinging to him like glue from bathing to sleeping, was quite burdensome, but in the current situation, there was no better guard than Yuma, so Shiron didn’t reprimand her.

“Let’s go soon.”

“Understood.”

Shiron stretched and got up. For now, he put aside his regret for Latera and his gratitude towards Ophilia. His priority was to advance his relationship with Seira in any way possible.

Thanks to its location on Mount Makal, which experienced snow all year round, the basement of Dawn Castle was cold enough to make even Shiron, who had some resistance to cold, shiver.

Creak- Creeeak-

Clap-

Yuma clapped her hands to light up the interior of the brain prison.

A desolate scene, previously unseen in the darkness, came into view.

“Ugh.”

Shiron stepped back slightly and looked at Yuma. Mummies, not yet cleaned up, were visible in various places of the brain prison.

The mummies, dead for an unknown period, seemed to have frozen in their hunched positions.

“…Should clean up a bit.”

“Nobody has been here for the last hundred years… My apologies. I’ll have the kids clean it up soon.”

“Alright.”

As they walked in silence, a blue flame flickered into view.

A magic-consuming flame.

Seira, trembling and bound in black chains, was visible.

“Good morning.”

“What, what? Why are you here?”

Seira struggled to open her eyes wide and lifted her head toward Shiron. She was the greatest wizard of all time and a hero who saved the world. Being in a slightly cold place wouldn’t break her spirit. She wouldn’t act weak in front of a mere human child.

“Have you eaten?”

Shiron, with a pleasant smile, took out bread and margarine from his bag. A meal suitable for strict vegetarians, without milk or eggs.

“Here.”

Shiron spread margarine on the bread and tossed it in front of Seira’s nose.

Thud-

“…”

However, Seira just stared blankly at the bread that fell in front of her.

She must be quite hungry, having been locked in a cold cell without food, yet she kept her mouth shut and showed no interest in the bread as if she were on a hunger strike.

‘What’s going on? Why isn’t she eating?’

Shiron turned his head to look at Yuma.

“Yuma. What is she doing? Why isn’t she eating the food?”

“… I’m not sure.”

Yuma tucked her hair behind her ears, slightly embarrassed by the situation.

“I’m not very knowledgeable about elves, but from what I’ve heard, elves live on grass and dew-soaked in moonlight and mana. Perhaps she’s dissatisfied with the meal you’ve prepared, Young Master?”

“Hmm… A slave with quite the food preference.”

“What kind of nonsense is that!”

Seira shouted in frustration, feeling suffocated by not speaking out. Her face flushed as she retorted.

“You damn racists! That’s all rumors. Do you know how much I enjoy eating meat? Huh? No!”

“You could have just quietly asked for meat instead of yelling…”

“Do I look like someone who doesn’t yell?!”

Seira’s voice began to break, betraying a hint of tears. She realized then that she was someone who cried easily.

“It’s because of racists like you that all elves have hidden in the forests! Mana-soaked grass? Who spread such a perverted rumor? That’s elf hate!”

“Then why aren’t you eating? Are you not hungry?”

“Eeek!”

Seira couldn’t hold back her scream.

She wouldn’t have been so angry if he had just asked if she wasn’t hungry. This was all because Shiron looked at her with a cluelessly natural attitude.

Seira felt like her insides were twisting in anger at this devilish child’s act of cuteness. The damn kid. How much more did he intend to infuriate her?

“I’m tied up! How am I supposed to eat?”

“Why can’t you? Just put your head down and eat.”

Tsk-

Shiron looked at her with an expression of disdain. Such a high and mighty woman.

But he understood. After living for hundreds of years causing trouble without a rival, it was natural for her to be untrained, Shiron thought.

“I’m full. So full. Even a great wizard is just a magic beggar, after all. Why do wizards always need so much? Do this, do that. They don’t know their place.”

“Young Master… That…”

“Hm? What.”

“…Never mind.”

She was a wizard, too.

Yuma swallowed the rest of her words.

She had no idea what had happened outside of Dawn Castle to make Shiron so hateful towards wizards, but for Yuma, who loved and respected the Young Master, it was a bit…

No, it was very troubling.

“Hmm.”

Left with no choice, Shiron approached Seira, picked up the bread from the ground, and held it to her mouth.

“Happy now?”

“Hmph! As if I’d eat just because you did that.”

“……So fussy.”

Shiron sighed and irritably shoved the bread into her mouth.

“Ugh!”

Seira’s eyes widened. The hard bread filled her mouth. She might suffocate if things continued like this. Although she had blurted out to just kill her yesterday, her instinct to survive made her jaw move energetically.

“Ugh! Ughugh!”

“Right. You can eat, so why act so difficult?”

“Cough! Cough!”

Seira’s face turned red with bread crumbs on her mouth and tears welling up in her eyes.

‘What, what is this guy… Is he really trying to kill me?’

This kid, so utterly merciless.

Seira opened her eyes weakly and looked ahead.

“How about it? Feeling less hungry now?”

The human child, sitting crouched and spinning with laughter. Until just a moment ago, Seira felt nothing from him, but now she sensed something.

‘What is this…’

Seira shivered, feeling goosebumps. She lifted her head slightly and saw Yuma standing behind Shiron. She wondered if Yuma was the one emitting demonic energy.

However,

The demon, acting as a loyal servant, didn’t interfere, no matter what the kid did.

“Now that you’re feeling better, let’s have a talk.”

“…You. What’s with you? You’re weird.”

“So frustrating.”

Shiron poked Seira’s cheek teasingly.

“The important thing now isn’t about me being strange. It’s whether you’re willing to talk to me or not. Why can’t you understand what I’m saying? Huh?”

“…”

“Companion of Warrior Kyrie. The wizard who ‘almost’ beheaded the Demon King 500 years ago. Seira Romer. Such outdated achievements are irrelevant.”

“What…? What did you say?”

“None of that is important.”

Shiron pulled out a wand from his hand. A purple wand overflowing with purple tones. Seira’s weapon. [The Forgotten Wizard’s Wand], a legendary-grade weapon. Seira’s eyes began to fill with shock.

“What matters is whether you’ll be my person or not.”

Shiron didn’t want to waste time.

“What? What are you talking about? How do you know about that…”

“Choose. Will you be my ally or not?”

If she chose not to be an ally, he would kill her right there.

“Seira Romer, become my ally.”

Hugo’s mansion. A room in the annex.

“Where did he go without saying anything?”

“Brother. It’s not something serious, is it?”

“…Sigh. Exactly.”

Lucia furrowed her brows and looked towards the bed.

On the wide bed lay a woman. Ophilia. The demon who had been following Shiron from Dawn Castle.

While Siriel and Lucia were in the middle of a fierce duel in the training grounds, a commotion erupted in one corner, drawing Lucia’s attention.

Then, the slave that Shiron had been watching for months and Shiron himself both disappeared at the same time, and Ophilia collapsed.

At first, Lucia thought it was some kind of prank. But even after a week, Ophilia, who should have explained the situation, had not woken up.

“Just causing worry for no reason. Really, such a fool.”

Lucia rubbed her tingling nose.

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