Reincarnated User Manual chapter 198

198 – Self-suggestion

Siron visited the 2nd Apostle Camilla, and the 5th Apostle Bernoulli was able to meet him by waiting in advance at the location where he would appear.

So what about the 7 apostles? Temple Keeper Corax. Since he was the last to become an apostle and led the resurrection of the demon god in the deepest demon realm, I thought that we would meet him much later.

The 3 Apostles, Oblivion, are in the Tower of Despair, in the dungeon of Tagore Hill in the southeast, and the 6 Apostles, Marantz, are in the Arwen Plateau, releasing magical beasts every year. At least these two came first. Additionally, since the three apostles were teleport users, there would be no problem if they encountered them anywhere in the empire now that their prestige had increased significantly.

‘So I prepared for both of them first…’

Siron took out a small shield from his chest.

[Shield of Chesed]

Equipment that nullifies attacks fired from a distance, rather than melee attacks, at the cost of mana. The conditions for use were ridiculously low compared to the effect, so in the Reincarnation Swordsman community, if this equipment was found in the game log, it was an item that was openly treated as a ghost and ridiculed as gay or a paratrooper.

“What is that? It looks just like a pot lid.”

“…no.”

It definitely looked like that. Although it was finished in brass color and the handle looked like cheap plastic, anyone could tell it was a pot lid, but Siron felt quite resistant to the equipment he had worked so hard to obtain being treated like cheap scrap metal.

Siron held out his shield towards Lucia, who did not know when she had approached him.

“Look carefully. It has the Holy Emperor’s genuine seal. Do you know how hard I tried to impress His Majesty the Holy Emperor to get this?”

“okay?”

“Is that so? I showed him the holy sword and said I needed to cut down the demon quickly, but they didn’t give it to me and they barely let me rent it…”

Siron stopped speaking and looked at Lucia. Do you want to go to the bathroom? I tried to say that, but Lucia’s expression was grave without any nervousness.

“Do you think you’re here?”

“…I have an ominous feeling. That’s all. But it might not be so, so I just came down and had a look.”

“I can trust your senses.”

Siron extinguished the flames of the cross burning behind him and knocked Verian unconscious.

“I can trust your strength too.”

Siron changed his face to a serious expression.

He then carried the deeply embedded cross on his shoulder. Sometimes strange clouds are unusual. Just as Lucia’s senses had predicted, bloody thunderclouds began to roll in, as if something was about to jump out of nowhere.

“So I’ll be cheering on your fight from the stands.”

“You’re not fighting?”

“It’s not that I’m not fighting. I’m rooting for your fight.”

Siron looked back with a straight face. It was absolutely not because Siron was inferior to the Armor of the God of Corruption in terms of compatibility. He just makes the most rational choice, like when he got the Shield of Chesed.

‘Can’t you fight with me?’

Lucia tried to draw out the words in her heart… but couldn’t. This is because deep down, she thought that Siron was inferior to her.

It is said that Siron has recently been able to use mana, but no matter how quickly Siron achieves magic, Lucia is superior in absolute strength.

The mentally precarious past is not a problem. More than three years have already passed since then. Even though I thought it was not enough for the wound to heal completely, I was sure that it was enough time to form a scab to stop the bleeding.

And as she went through the last 10 real battles, Lucia felt that she had grown a step further.

It must have been when Lucia was feeling the solitude as a ‘strong man’ again, but Shiron, who was tidying her hair disheveled from the heat, opened her mouth.

“And, if I’m by your side, I’ll get in the way.”

“Hey… what’s wrong with you?”

Lucia stared at Siron with a blank expression. Siron is a person with a strong sense of pride, but if he admits something like that, he gets hurt… Siron’s mood is so different now from before when he was grilling a whole elf, that even Lucia is taken aback.

My lips suddenly become dry, and my thoughts wander elsewhere.

It may seem selfish, but Lucia did not want to change. I wanted to live like I do now. But if Siron admits something like that, wouldn’t Lucia’s legs connected to Siron become tense and then break off one by one?

Engagement with Siriel.

Professor Reynold’s words to think about the future.

Whether intentional or not, they were all suggesting that the existing relationship was no longer sustainable.

The tip of Sirius’ sword trembled.

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“Don’t act serious. I’m nervous for no reason…”

“Are you nervous? Please relax?”

Siron, who was bouncing the cross on his back, looked back. Lucia, seeing Siron’s smiling face, felt a shiver run down her spine.

‘…what?’

A sky filled with golden lightning. It wasn’t a sense of crisis coming from there. It was something different… It was hard to explain, but Lucia felt a clear crisis.

“…No, it’s okay. Don’t do it. I’ll refuse.”

“I’m sorry. I just had a really good idea.”

“Well, come to think of it, Seira-sama is using barrier magic, so she will be defenseless. You can protect her.”

I have to go now.

Lucia turned her back before Siron could say anything. Siron stared at Lucia as she headed towards the center of the Colosseum again.

[Hero. Still, wouldn’t it be better to use magic behind the scenes? Even Seira praised the magic I used this morning, saying it was great.]

‘…If I swing the sword while shouting the name of the technique, will I be able to swing it stronger than usual?’

[What are you talking about out of the blue?]

‘Lucia, since I wasn’t nearby, she made a fuss and shouted the name of the skill.’

[…Yes.]

‘To be honest, I think that looks like a f*cking asshole. But Lucia is Kylie. At least when it comes to handling a sword, it is a monster that has even been given the title of Sword God.

[What… right?]

I couldn’t figure out why Latera said this.

‘therefore. I think he instinctively knows when he is strongest. For example, when you shout out the name of a technology, it feels like a self-suggestion and you feel really powerful.’

For the past ten battles, Siron watched the battles from a place Lucia could not see.

Shouting out the name of the technology.

That wasn’t all.

There were also acts such as cracking the handle of the sword, glaring with murderous intent… without even confirming the kill, putting the sword back in its scabbard and turning away.

‘Maybe I wasn’t Lucia’s sandbag. ‘I think so.’

[Um… I don’t quite understand.]

‘In short, Lucia, who shouted the name of the technique, was really strong.’

Siron flicked the handle of the holy sword like Lucia did.

It gave me goosebumps because it seemed like a grown man was acting like a middle school student, but this is a fantasy world where swords and magic come alive.

I had to consider the possibility that ability improvement through self-suggestion actually exists.

‘I don’t know if it has some magical meaning.’

[It’s a pagan idea.]

‘What if you’re a pagan? Kylie was also a pagan when she was a barbarian.’

Siron moved to the special seat of the Colosseum, where Seira was.

…Quarring!

While Siron was seriously considering the strength of his body, Lucia looked at the sky that was gradually expanding.

What had been a white cloud had already turned into a thundercloud, tinged with black energy, and exhilarating magical energy was leaking out. Lucia felt a different level of power there than ten days ago.

The thundercloud slowly opened and eventually vomited out a golden statue. It was smaller than the golden giant. Quarter schedule? However, when I focused my eyes on the golden… armor, it was radiating a level of power that would make a golden giant laughable.

The armor’s feet touch the ground. That’s all, but the ground rumbles. In the eyes that glistened inside the helmet, there was enough killing power to not lose even in the snowball fights of Lucia, who had no opponent in recent years.

“Where are you?”

The golden armor, the 7 apostles, and the temple keeper Corax said.

“Where is my dear friend, Berian?”

There was a clear will in the ringing voice. The mana that permeated the air trembled in fear, and the eerie demonic air filled the gap.

“Varian!!! If you can hear me, answer me!!!”

Instead of anger, Corax’s voice was filled with sadness and nostalgia. A friend has come to save you. Was it when I proclaimed that I personally came to free you from the terrible tortures of the heathen…?

“Your friend? Oh, you mean ‘this’?”

A hateful voice came from the back of Corax’s head. Shiron looked at his bloodshot eyes and patted Varian on the back.

“Did you hear that? He’s your colleague?”

“I-I don’t know a guy like that! I don’t know!”

When I turned around, I saw the face of my friend who was so worried about me. On one side of the Colosseum, the landscape has disappeared except for the figure of a friend tied to a cross.

“You, who are you! Because of you, all the time, me!”

haggard look. It was not normal to see friends after a long time. He was stuttering, showing signs of delirium, unfocused and bloodless, like a corpse.

“…Varian.”

Corax murmured in a faint voice. Memories that are too old now and are fading due to the power of demons.

Before becoming an apostle, old memories reared their heads.

-…Are you really satisfied with that? Just like a clay doll?

-There’s nothing we can do about it. Everyone knows that I am a sodomy and runs away. As long as homos*xuality is a sin, this is the only thing left by my side in the end.

-That’s all! When I come here, I hear a sad sound.

-If I find out you’re hanging out with me, I’ll be mad at you too. therefore…

-I am a person who believes that long-time friends are closer than God. I won’t betray you. I, I’m an elf who lives a long time, so I won’t be alone until you die!

Varian was the only friend of Corax, who was ostracized even in the dwarf village. Even though they are of different races, he is the only friend who sincerely understands him. So, a friend who couldn’t shake his heart.

I had no choice but to make a deal with the devil and support him from behind…

-Cry, Sirius.