Reincarnated 300 Years After My Assassination
“Valter, you've gotten too cocky.”
Those were the last words I heard before that vicious holy sword plunged into my chest.
I was the hero's shadow that never faded, even in the dead of night.
That so-called hero, Seradion, had always been like that.
Getting picked as the hero despite his lack of talent.
Failing to take down even a single one of the Demon King's top lieutenants with his own hands during his entire tenure.
No, forget the lieutenants—he struggled against some lowly regional captain, a mere sub-demon beast…
And yet, what he clung to until the bitter end was his jealousy toward me, the one who'd racked up all the war's achievements in his place.
So, of course.
It was only natural for him to flash that ruthless grin now that his perfect ambush had succeeded.
Even though he'd lost to me every single time before, as long as he had this one moment—just this one moment—
he could delude himself into thinking he was flawless.
Hero Seradion stared at the blade buried in my chest,
just laughing and ranting on.
“Kuhahaha, Valter, Val-ter…! I've been waiting for this chance all along!”
“Kuh… ugh…”
“A pathetic leech who can't even wield a holy sword. You let a demon possess your body…?! And then you dare stand with humanity?! Ha. It was laughable from the start! How dare you—how dare you touch the achievements that should have been mine, by this hand…!”
“You… little shit—!”
Stab, stab, stab—!!
“Die, die, die, DIE—! All my achievements were stolen by a demon like you. So if you're gone, all those feats will finally be mine…!”
Logic so pathetic even a passing rat would laugh.
Utterly ridiculous.
Of course it was.
While he twisted the blade in my heart over and over, burning with that insane jealousy toward me,
my thoughts about him had been nothing—absolutely nothing.
He'd been irrelevant my whole life, like some decorative screen behind me.
Replacing a hero too incompetent to do anything, I'd gifted eternal annihilation to the demon race—not out of camaraderie with my fellows in humanity, but simple duty.
And now, pulling out the option to kill me? It changed nothing. No skin off my back.
Doing this wouldn't make my strength his.
…No.
More importantly,
my life's final chapter was ending like this. Pathetic.
I'd devoted my entire life.
With my frail body, I'd contracted with a sword demon for power.
Even fighting that demon's possession—which drove men mad just by entering their flesh—I'd stood firmly on humanity's side.
For me to die here?
Impossible.
If that holy sword in his grubby hand hadn't been the natural bane of the demon inside me,
I would've noticed ages ago and carved him into six thousand pieces…!
But.
What good were regrets now?
Too late.
It was all my fault.
Yes, my mistake for ignoring that dog of a hero, single-mindedly pursuing the extermination of the demon race.
“……”
Human life really is
like a sheet of paper soaked in water.
No matter how meticulously written its grand scenario, once it smears and dissolves, that's the end…
A fierce, meaningless void.
And so the rain fell.
In that lonely, damp valley where sensation faded from my body,
in the end, no one was there to witness my death.
…….
……
…
No.
I thought there was no one.
[“Valter, don't you dare die—!!”]
“What—.”
Alive in my mind.
The blood-soaked demon who'd spent my whole life trying to drive me insane.
[“Do not leave this lady behind. You mustn't. You can't die—!”]
That demon, paradoxically weeping at my death,
until she revived my soul.
[“At last. At last, I confess. This lady… actually loves you, Valter…!”]
In my fading consciousness,
her final words pierced my ears.
No, I can barely remember them clearly now.
[“This is all this lady can do for you now, Valter. Even this might fail. I don't even know what era you'll awaken in, years from now! But—.”]
But.
Even if I rack my brain, piecing together the memories over and over,
she definitely said this.
[“If you're alright with it… please, even from the ends of the world, come find this lady again. I'll wait here, forever…”]
My head throbbed.
***
“Hah… fuck.”
What the hell.
And so, I finally woke up.
It felt like only moments ago I'd been in that disgustingly damp valley.
Now this frail body lay on a bed in some moderately grand mansion.
No.
Looking closer,
this was more like a sickbed.
A serene peace so tranquil it made me drowsy.
But just then, my eyes drifted to the mirror beside me,
and a perfectly natural question arose in my mind.
Who the hell is this?
“What, why am I so damn young?”
So young it bordered on ridiculous.
And the face.
With red hair and red eyes,
it looked nothing like my previous life's face.
Putting all these clues together,
I knew without a doubt, no looking back.
“Reincarnated. No, I hijacked someone's body. Possession, then.”
Damn that demon.
All her talk of stealing my body, killing me with possession—where was that agony when she actually caused pain?
And now, a love confession out of nowhere,
granting me this chance? What gives?
Thoughts like that filled my head with chaos, leaving me at a loss.
But whatever—now that it happened, the first thing to check was obvious.
“Calendar… ah, there it is. Rich folk, as expected.”
The date.
Thud—!
The moment I slid off the bed to check, agony exploded through me like my body might shatter.
Bones screaming as if crushed by force, pounding let me live through every inch.
But I ignored the pain.
Trivial.
Life's like wet paper? Sure.
But this was my hard-won second chance.
From the moment that blade hit my chest,
I'd etched a new vow of vengeance against that chewable shit Seradion I'd ignored before.
And to do that, I needed to know exactly when I'd reincarnated.
But.
My face hardened the instant I checked the calendar.
“Fuck, 305 years later?!”
…….
……
…
So then.
What's the point of hijacking a body and coming back,
if it means nothing?
Because my targets for payback—Seradion, his party, all humans mostly.
Humans live to 80 at best.
Reborn after 300 years? They're all long dead anyway.
That realization boiled rage inside me.
Stupid demon bitch. An idiot to the end…!
The signs were there from the start.
Once, bored, I made her do three-digit addition.
“This lady knows no such thing, inferior human.” Every time. I knew she was hopeless then.
So aiming for “about 30 years later”
got confusing with big numbers, and she fucked it up this bad?
I was gonna forgive her body-stealing attempts,
since she confessed love and did one good deed at the end.
But this? No point in living again…
That fucking…
Haa…
Retard!
But before despair could sink in,
I noticed the clamor of footsteps outside the firmly shut door.
Bang—.
“Valter……!”
Tall stature, massive breasts,
flowing red hair.
Looking just like me,
obviously the original owner's blood kin.
First time back to life, so I was dumbfounded, wondering what to say without seeming off,
but the woman who'd called me “Valter” was equally stunned, her eyes trembling in confusion on the spot.
Then again, it hit me with intense dissonance.
She knows my name…?
The name she called me was blatantly weird.
Right now, she called me Valter.
If I'd reincarnated, that's my past life's name.
How the hell does she know it?
But before I could act properly,
her ferocious breasts lunged first.
“Valter, you're awake! Awake—!!”
“Wha—let, let go! Where do you think—!”
She charged and scooped me up gently.
My battered body couldn't resist; I was hugged like a doll in her arms.
Why so thrilled I'd woken?
Ignoring my shattering sensations, she bounced and yelled in joy.
This body's original Valter—her little brother—must've been bedridden from some accident.
Yeah, obvious from the state.
If she knew it was the sword demon Valter from 300 years ago who'd woken in his place, her face would twist nicely.
“You recognize me, right? Your big sis Yeret. Yeret!”
“……”
“Mother, sis!! Valter's awake! Ia, come quick—your big bro, your big bro—!”
“Yeret…”
I unconsciously called the name of this woman gathering the whole household,
and her eyes widened again, excitement bubbling as she spoke.
“Yes, Valter! It's sis. Big sis Yeret! Haa, after that carriage crash, two weeks of worry aged me ten years. You, you're… the only boy born in four generations of the Tak Count family…!”
I didn't need all that detail,
but it only layered more unease on my growing dissonance.
Woke up in Tak Count family.
And I'm the only boy in four generations…
…Could they even continue the line normally?
Common sense says one generation like that dooms the house.
How can she talk so casually?
“Wait, Yeret. Was I that precious a boy?”
“Uh, huh? Yes. All boys are precious, obviously. Especially in a count's family. Why question something so basic…? Y-you, your head must be messed up…? Yeah, unavoidable. With injuries that bad…”
“Ha. All boys are precious by default? Quite the patriarchal bitch.”
“S-sis is a bitch…?”
Held like a little doll in her arms,
I couldn't shake my sword demon habits, spitting venom in my old brutal tone.
Yeret flushed strangely, confused,
her face melting into a puddle.
As I started to ask why,
she finally blurted it out.
“Finally… seeing me as a woman…?”
Treating herself as a “woman” now?
Hearing that,
I doubted my ears.
“…What?”
“N-no. Y-you never cared about that stuff. You'd run from other boys like a scared kid… Heh, hehehe… Did the accident change something…?”
“W-wait. Why's this turning into me seeing you as a woman? I just called a bitch a bitch. You're my sister.”
“Yeah. So?”
But my obvious mindset,
she brushed off so naturally, like it meant nothing.
“W-we're blood! Siblings! You can't do that with siblings!”
“…Why not?”
So, considering the whole situation,
I figured the best move was to bolt from this fucked-up family ASAP.
Thus,
I went limp in her arms, infusing my words with genuine contempt.
“Don't question the obvious, you crazy bitch…!”
Not just this house,
but the world reshaped in my 300-year absence…
A world where for every man born, sixty women were born—it was the “natural” mindset there, unbeknownst to me.
In summary.
The world had gone to shit.
And soon, I'd realize it was because of me being gone.
It stemmed from the wish of the hero who killed me,
Seradion.