Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Reincarnator User Manual
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Dawn Castle.
The castle of the Prien family, with its 500-year history, exuded an air of antique elegance.
This place was a key setting in the game's latter half.
It was also one of the major branching points in Reincarnated Sword God.
"One, two, three, four... and five, huh."
Shiron would die a total of five times here.
The amusing part was that he never died the same way twice.
As Shiron walked down the corridor, he mulled over the events that would unfold in the future.
Knowing everything that was about to happen was an enormous advantage.
What did a kid who couldn't wield swordsmanship or magic yet need to do to survive?
The answer was to build his own inviolable domain.
It was the best way to prepare for the future.
For now, he couldn't afford not to leverage the overwhelming advantage he'd been given.
He had possessed the body of a boy riddled with death flags.
He still hadn't found a way out of this place.
Suddenly, he sensed someone's presence.
Turning his head, he spotted a girl with red hair.
"......"
Her short bob haircut framed golden eyes that glared right at him.
It was Lucia.
Her fiery red hair and fiercely upturned eyes were exactly as they appeared in the game.
She was alive and breathing before him.
'How long has she been following me?'
It was disconcerting. Embarrassing, even.
Shiron simply wasn't ready—not yet—to face her alone like this.
He certainly hadn't forgotten yesterday's events.
He might never forget them for the rest of his life.
But right now, he had no intention of seeking revenge.
Stirring up trouble with her again now would be like challenging a hopeless fight.
Shiron hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond to his newly arrived half-sister.
"Hey."
Flashing a friendly smile, Shiron waved his right hand casually.
Then he quickly turned his head and resumed walking on his way.
There was an old saying: A gentleman avenges himself even after ten years.
It meant that for a noble person, ten years was never too late to settle a score.
Muttering the ancient wisdom to himself, Shiron grinned in satisfaction.
Unfortunately, things didn't go the way Shiron wanted.
Tap, tap. Pat, pat.
'Why does she keep following me?'
Shiron had definitely greeted Lucia.
But it wasn't a normal greeting.
'Should I have just ignored her?'
Their eyes had met, so he'd tossed out a simple hello.
He could have ignored her without a word, but he hadn't bothered.
'Yeah, greeting her was the right call.'
If he'd walked past without saying anything, it would've looked like he was sulking like some petty kid.
'I did my best.'
As he walked on aimlessly, a wide-open training ground came into view.
"......" "......"
Their footsteps stopped simultaneously.
They had arrived at the training grounds on the outskirts of Dawn Castle.
Lucia had business here too, just like Shiron, which was why she'd followed him.
Shiron withdrew the attention he'd been lavishing on his rear.
'I worried for nothing.'
He'd wasted mental energy needlessly.
This was no time for that.
Shiron quickened his pace and entered the armory.
There was plenty the possessor wanted to check out.
Swish—whoosh. Swish—whoosh.
The sound of weapons slicing through the air echoed across the snow-covered training grounds.
It must have snowed last night. That's what Lucia figured.
Crunch—crunch.
She swung her wooden sword and lightly hopped in place.
Left, right, forward, backward.
There was no tremor in the tip of her blade as it whipped through the air.
Even though it was just a practice sword, its form carried an overwhelming presence.
It was a short time, but the results were quite satisfying.
It had been a week since she started swinging the sword.
Despite not touching a blade for eight years, Lucia felt a natural sense of accomplishment.
Before being a hero, she had mastered the essence of the sword as the Sword God Kylie.
Swinging instinctively was the pinnacle.
"Haa."
After swinging for a solid two hours, she took a moment to catch her breath.
She exhaled a puff of white mist slowly.
'It's been so long. I never thought I'd get a day to swing my sword without a care again.'
Lucia gazed up at the overcast sky.
'Reincarnation, huh.'
500 years ago, she had died.
Her body had crumbled away, leaving her with a hollow emptiness as her final memory.
'Is "good" the right word?'
That moment when she'd thought everything was over—that was the end.
She hadn't even hoped for a reward for her efforts.
She'd just wanted to share a drink with her comrades and reminisce...
But to reincarnate so suddenly without warning.
At first, life with her widowed mother in a rural cottage was peaceful.
Laughter instead of screams. Playing in flower fields instead of burning villages.
But in the end, that was just a fleeting moment.
"Damn it."
Bad thoughts surfaced, and Lucia shook her head vigorously.
Then she lifted her gaze elsewhere.
At the end of her sight was a boy named Shiron.
Whoosh.
She'd finally tuned him out, but the moment she set her sword down, he started grating on her nerves again.
Whoosh.
To Lucia, what Shiron was doing looked utterly sloppy and irritating.
'What the hell is that guy doing?'
Weapons of all sorts littered the area around him.
Swords, spears, maces, daggers, shields—even a staff embedded with a massive magic stone.
Swish—whoosh.
Shiron kept switching between weapon types and swinging them.
He was just brute-forcing them from above downward.
It just looked like the whimsy of a child.
"......Ah."
A sudden exclamation escaped her lips.
'Is he doing that because he's conscious of what I'm doing?'
"Whoa, this actually works?"
"......"
Now he was giggling to himself and muttering nonsense.
And to top it off, he was thirsty or something?
He picked up a snowball and shoved it straight into his mouth.
Snow? Why the hell is he putting that in his mouth?
'Is he insane?'
Lucia recalled arriving here, led by the man who claimed to be her father.
Glenn Prien.
As a reincarnator herself, his stories sounded like nonsense.
But the hardest to believe was that the Prien family were descendants of the hero Kylie.
The instinctive revulsion surged at the idea that this boy was a descendant of her past self.
'Him, my descendant? No way in hell.'
She irritably pressed around her eyes.
'That weirdo with his bizarre antics is my descendant?'
Lucia struggled to accept Shiron's existence on a visceral level.
Remnants of an unresolved past felt repulsive and heavy.
Forget getting along; she figured not fighting would be a blessing.
And then, her hand had lashed out first.
"Status window! Oh, doesn't work here."
Watching Shiron yell incomprehensible gibberish, a sudden thought struck her.
'Did I ruin the kid? Maybe he hit his head when he fell...'
Lucia clenched her teeth.
She'd only given him a light smack for his cheeky mouth.
But she hadn't wanted this outcome. Regret welled up.
'I got too serious, unbefitting an adult. He's only ten.'
Lucia approached Shiron, who was chomping on snow and babbling nonsense.
With each step, her fists tightened.