The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

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The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

Chapter 97: Tidying Up

After leaving the library, I headed to the garden at Sonia’s invitation, and for some reason, we ended up having a tea party there.

I casually sipped the tea that Sonia had brewed, but she was staring at me from across the table.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking for a while now, but are you a noble from somewhere, Eir?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, it seems like you’re trying to hide it, but you have this elegance when drinking tea. I’ve gone through that kind of education too, you know.”

“Maybe I’m just a refined commoner.”

“That’s definitely not true.”

Sonia said that and went silent. After taking a bite of the sweets on the table, she quenched her throat with tea.

“…You know, I’ve been thinking about the words you said since then.”

“And?”

She was referring to the time during the monster subjugation training when I was attacked by Aido and the others, and I mentioned not feeling anything about dying or to stop imposing emotions on me.

“But no matter how much I think about it, I can’t understand what you’re thinking or feeling.

So, I can’t empathize or acknowledge your feelings right now.

You said what good does it do to die, but that’s something you can say because you’re the one who’s dying.

For the people who care about you, like your friends and those who cherish you, they’re the ones left behind, and those words show no consideration for them.

The ones left behind feel immense grief, much greater than the affection they held for you.

For me too, losing you, my first friend, is incredibly sad, and just thinking about it tears my heart apart.

To us, your existence is much bigger than you think.

Even if you hear the feelings of us left behind, will you insist it has nothing to do with you, Eir?”

Sonia’s words were perfectly normal if one thinks about it, and if life is only lived once, they are absolutely correct.

However, in my case, the fundamental aspects are different. My life has already repeated many times, to the point where I can’t fathom the feelings of those left behind—I’m already broken.

In the first place, the only ones who mourned my death were my parents; everyone else had expressions of joy and relief.

The smiles of the protagonists I saw at the moment of my demise—no matter how many times I rewinded, I couldn’t forget them, and I can still vividly recall them now.

Even if I was told to consider the feelings of those who would mourn my death, I honestly wouldn’t understand.

“I get your feelings, but I can’t understand that feeling myself.”

“Why not…?”

“Just like you have your own feelings and way of thinking, I have my own feelings and way of thinking too.

It’s just that we didn’t match. That’s all, so don’t worry about it.”

I finished the now-cold tea and stood up to leave.

“The tea was good. See you.”

Sonia seemed like she wanted to say something in the end, but those words never came, and I departed from her mansion.

That night after returning from Sonia’s mansion, I sent a letter using transfer magic to a certain location and donned the Mist Hermit’s robe I obtained from the white whale in my underwater dwelling.

“Eir. Where are you going?”

As I was about to slip out the window alone, I was suddenly called by Fiera from behind.

“I’m thinking of doing a little final tidying up.”

“Got it. Should I come along?”

“No, I’ll wrap this up quickly, so you stay and rest with Shuvina.”

“Understood. But make sure to groom me when you get back. I’ll be waiting.”

It seemed Fiera knew who I was about to confront, and with that, she waved me off.

“Alright, I’ll be off.”

“Take care.”

Waved off by Fiera, I jumped out the window and used flight magic to soar into the sky.

My destination was the largest place in this country, a place that could be called its symbol.

“Alright. Let’s get to the final touches.”

As I flew through the air, I channeled my magic into the Mist Hermit and arrived at my destination without anyone noticing.

—Side ???—

The man was now hurriedly walking down a long corridor.

This corridor, which usually felt mundane, now felt excessively long, and with each step closer to his destination, his feet grew heavier.

“Who on earth delivered this letter to my room…?”

After finishing his usual work, the man had tried to return to his room to rest.

However, there was an unfamiliar letter on his desk, and upon opening it, he forgot his fatigue and rushed out of his room.

“I don’t know who you are, but I can’t let anyone who knows this secret live. I must deal with it quickly.”

The man struggled to move his plump body and finally reached the throne room where the letter’s sender awaited.

And upon opening the heavily shut door and entering, there was…

“Hey. I’ve been waiting for you, King. Or should I call you Sage instead?”

The one who spoke to him was a boy lounging on the throne reserved only for the king, resting his chin on his hand as if bored.

His long silver hair illuminated by the moonlight and his mystic golden eyes reminded one of the moon.

His appearance was exceedingly handsome, even making one question if he was truly a boy.

However, the aura released from this beautiful boy was the complete opposite, so intimidating that one would easily believe he was the Demon King.

“Now then. How about we have a little chat?”

As the boy said this, he used magic to close the door, leaving only the king and the boy in the room.

At that moment, the king understood he was finished.

—Side Lewis—

“Hey. I’ve been waiting for you, King. Or should I call you Sage instead?”

As I sat on the throne, I looked down at the plump man entering the room and greeted him.

“Now then. How about we have a little chat?”

“…Who are you?”

After a moment of silence, the king finally spoke to me.

“Oh? You should know, right? Your subordinate must have reported about us?”

“Subordinate? …No way.”

“That’s right. I’m the one who dealt with the assassin you hired to kill Sonia.”

The king seemed so shocked by my words that he froze with a bewildered expression.

“…So you came to kill me for that girl…”

“Huh? No way in hell am I going to come all this way for someone else’s sake!”

“Then why are you here?!”

When I said something so completely off the mark, I inadvertently let out a bit of killing intent, making the king tremble as he asked why I had come.

“Umm, it’s not really about you, but your family’s long-standing alliance with the Demon Race.”

“What!? How do you know that?!”

“Ha ha. I’m the one who lifted the magic seal placed on Sonia. At that time, I could tell the magical wavelength was different from the human race.”

The magical wavelength differs by race. When I released the magic on Sonia, I detected that the magic was of Demon origin.

“I know a lot about your family. For example, how your ancestors sealed the first Sage’s magic with the help of the Demon Race and forcibly gained their current status.

And also that your family regularly hands over orphaned children in this country to the Demon Race. How you give up a small village nearby to the Demon Race to conduct inhumane experiments there.”

Yes, the notebook Sonia had read in that dungeon contained information about one of her disciples sealing his magic in collusion with the Demon Race and that disciple ascending to the position of Sage.

Additionally, the story about handing over orphans and the village was information Sonia had discovered while investigating the royal family, whom she sought revenge against, and I remembered her telling me about it.

“Ugh! You know everything, don’t you?!”

“That’s right. You knew Sonia had overwhelming magical talent, and you were afraid the truth would come to light, so you tried to kill her, right?”

“Yes! The Demon man said that the first Sage recorded past events, and when someone with his blood reappears, our family’s secrets would be revealed!”

“Did they tell you to obey their orders if you didn’t want that to happen?”

When I said this, it seemed to hit a nerve because the king fell silent and had nothing more to say.

“Well, I really couldn’t care less about your circumstances. I’m not interested in the orphans or the village. Didn’t I say? My business is with the Demon Race.”

I stood up, glancing at the ceiling before smirking and unleashing my magic.

“Alright, unfortunate king burdened with the sins of your ancestors. You, who were played like a fool by the Demon Race and danced at their whims. That throne isn’t suited for you. That power isn’t suited for you. Therefore, I’ll be taking everything for myself. ‘□□□□’”

As I chanted the name of my magic, black magic swallowed the king in an instant, leaving only a shell of a king standing there with empty eyes.

“This is the end. Now you should do what you need to do.”

“…Understood.”

The king said this and then wobbled out of the throne room, unlike when he entered.

(The presence has faded. Looks like he’s left too.)

With the presence of the Demon Race that had been watching the room until a moment before now gone, I slumped back down on the throne, feeling drained.

“Damn. I still can’t handle this power well.”

Honestly, I didn’t even understand what the power I just used was.

Moreover, this power seemed to have a will of its own, trying to take over mine when used, which was troublesome, so I usually kept it sealed with my magic.

However, after examining the wavelengths of this power, I found it bore similarities to that of the Demon Race. I thought that if I showed this power to them, they might discern what it was, so I decided to make use of this situation.

“Ugh. I hope this turns out for the better… Well, if it goes badly, that could be equally fun. Ah ha ha! I feel great today!”

As I gazed at the moonlight spilling from the ceiling, I enjoyed this rare moment of calm and time to myself.