Reincarnated User Manual

In the end, they stayed up all night.

Lucia’s sexual desire hadn’t subsided, perhaps because she hadn’t been comforting herself for a while, and Shiron had to bear the full brunt of it.

Lucia, carried away by her own excitement, showed no sign of the civilized restraint or guilt that would have been expected.

“Just one more time, just one more time,”

Lucia drooled, salivating from top to bottom, so much so that it was hard to believe she was the same reserved girl.

‘…Was she really that desperate for a man? She’s like a ghost with a grudge against sex.’

“Tsk.”

“What? Why are you clicking your tongue? Is something wrong?”

The woman, who had been possessed by a grudge against sex, tilted her head. No, was she now somewhat relieved? Shiron looked down at Lucia, who seemed more lively than ever.

She had replaced her ruined pants with a plain dress, and her ponytail, which matched her lively demeanor, was let down. Seira muttered something like, “She became a bitch overnight…” but knowing their relationship, Shiron didn’t find her words surprising and let them go in one ear and out the other.

“I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“Why? Why is that? Is there something bothering you?”

“…Never mind.”

Shiron pushed Lucia away and turned his gaze to Seira.

Around her, dozens of magic circles overlapped. Although it seemed she had already completed the teleportation spell, she still closed her eyes and made meaningless gestures in the air as if she was deliberately stalling for time.

Before learning magic, Shiron might have been fooled, but now he was skilled enough to easily distinguish between casting and completion of spells.

“Hey.”

Shiron, holding Latera in his arms, squinted his eyes.

“I know everything is ready, so just send us off.”

“Hmm, what are you talking about? Ready for what?”

“What else? Teleportation. I’ll go ahead with Latera. You come with Lucia.”

“Uh…”

Seira averted her gaze from Shiron’s squinted eyes.

“Are you sure it’s okay not to go with Lucia? She seems to want to stay with you.”

“I want some distance now.”

“Shiron, what are you talking about? Surely, it wasn’t just a one-night stand…”

A redhead suddenly popped into his view, but Shiron pushed her back and continued speaking.

“I need to go ahead and rest, and also look for some elixirs. I’m afraid my bones will ache.”

“Seira, I want to leave here as soon as possible too.”

Latera tugged at Seira’s collar as if urging her.

“You too?”

“Yes. I want to go home and rest quickly. The food is all seafood, so it’s fishy, and the bed is rough because of the insects. The transportation is inconvenient too. It’s made me realize why people flock to the capital.”

Latera listed the reasons she had already thought of for needing to go to the capital before Lucia. Of course, her words were just surface reasons, designed to create a reason for Seira and Lucia to be alone together.

“Well then…”

Seira nodded, alternating her gaze between Shiron and Latera. The teleportation was already completed, and the sight of the two disappearing before her eyes happened in an instant.

“Hmph.”

Lucia, looking at the spot where Shiron had vanished, turned around. Standing there, arms crossed with a triumphant expression, was Seira.

“Hey.”

Lucia twisted her now fluffy hair. The hesitancy in her expression, as if she wanted to say something but was shy, was just the same as it had been 500 years ago.

“Thanks.”

“…For what?”

Seira moved her hand from her forehead to her ear, smiling slightly.

“For what exactly?”

“Do I really have to say it? You know!”

“I really don’t know. I mean, how could I not notice a friend hiding her identity right next to me?”

Seira shrugged one shoulder and winked, causing Lucia to sigh deeply in resignation.

“Thanks to you, I lost my virginity safely. Happy now?!”

“Oh~ So that’s what you were thankful for!”

“…”

“Of course, of course! You should definitely be thankful!”

Seira laughed brightly and gently wrapped an arm around Lucia’s shoulder.

“So, how was it?”

“…What do you mean, how was it? What do you want?”

“You know. As life gets boring, these kinds of stimulating stories become irresistible, right?”

“…”

“It’s surprising enough that a comrade who died 500 years ago was reborn as a comrade again. But still being awkward after 20 years…”

Seira’s voice grew softer, and her arm slipped off as Lucia’s eyes flashed with an intense aura. If Shiron had been around, she could have made excuses to escape, but now she had no choice but to hold back somewhat…

Slap-!

“Ahh!”

A hot pain ran through Seira’s buttocks. She jumped and scurried away from Lucia.

Seeing her in a dress, with a subtle coyness in her speech, she thought Lucia had changed, but the tomboy inside her remained the same.

Seira looked at Lucia with tear-filled eyes.

“Hey? Hitting an elder?”

“Who cares? Now that your identity is revealed, does it matter?”

Lucia blushed and brushed off her hands.

“Should I even tell you, considering how much you teased me?”

“Didn’t we talk about these things often back in the day?!”

“What are you talking about? When did I ever do that?”

“Hey, don’t you remember? Whenever we took turns keeping watch, we shared all sorts of stories!”

Seira spoke to Lucia, filled with resentment. Remembering their old adventures together, she was excited but now faced with Lucia’s sharp response, she was taken aback.

“Everyone would gather around the campfire, talk about their lovers back home, or about the inspector from headquarters caught fooling around with a female knight…”

“Did we?”

“Yeah! Among us, you and I were the only ones without stories, so Andrzej went to sleep early saying it was boring.”

“…Thinking back, I guess that did happen.”

Lucia stroked her chin, lost in thought. She hadn’t felt the need to recall such trivial memories, but it seemed they did share such stories after Anjay and Vinella joined.

-What, is it my turn now?

At the drinking party commemorating their first deployment, Yura spoke with drunken eyes.

-I have a lover I left back home.

-Huh? Is that true?

-Why would I lie? Talking about boring stuff in a place like this would just kill the mood.

Yura’s weak smile was the last vulnerable side of her that Kyrie had seen. Perhaps it was because of this that Kyrie curiosity was unexpectedly piqued…

-What kind of person is he?

Yura’s story about her love, which she had always admired, was enough to pique the interest of the adolescent barbarian girl.

-He’s the same age as me, has black hair and black eyes… a cute boy.

-And?

-He’s a mess.

-Yura, do you have a taste for ugly guys…

-Seira. Don’t insult Hyun-jun!

-Are you drunk?

-When I said he’s a mess, I meant his personality, not his looks.

-If he has a bad personality, why is he your lover…

-I don’t know! Maybe I just got used to him.

-So, when this war ends, you’ll go home and get married?

-……Sniff. Sniff.

-Yura. Are you crying?

-Hey, she’s drunk. Someone take her to bed quickly.

-Damn it! Sob! Cha Hyun-jun, you bastard! You evil guy!!!

It was the first time seeing Yura drunk. After that, she never mentioned her lover from home again, but one thing had changed.

No one bothered her anymore. Kailey had beaten everyone up to protect Yura’s beautiful love.

Lucia shook her head, eyes wide open.

“But, isn’t it rude to talk about this to Shiron? It’s still his private life…”

“Sigh. Forget it. You’re still no fun.”

“Why are you freaking out again?”

“Forget it. I’m a fool for expecting anything from you.”

Seira waved her hand dismissively and touched her forehead.

“Isn’t it rude to lie about your age and hit on him in the first place?”

“There you go again about age…”

“Kyrie. It’s hard for me to adapt. You weren’t such a prissy girl 500 years ago.”

“…”

“And why is this an invasion of privacy? If anything, it’s a compliment to the boy.”

“Really?”

“Yes! So hurry up and tell me. Okay?”

Seira gently tapped Lucia’s shoulder. Although she initially opposed Lucia and Shiron’s relationship, the past few days of planning and thinking about their actions had turned it into quite an amusing game for her.

“Well… just a little then.”

Lucia wiggled her fingers, recalling the thrilling memory.

“It was better than I thought.”

“…Huh?”

“You know, at first, I was quite reluctant, but as excitement took over, it didn’t taste that bad? Biting down hard on it made me even more excited, and I almost lost my mind…”

She swore to tell just a little, but Lucia’s saga continued until Seira’s curiosity was completely satisfied.

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“You don’t need to step in.”

A large hand, like a pot lid, patted the shoulder of his grown daughter. It was meant to ease her tension from an unexpected encounter with an enemy, but instead, Siriel’s determination grew even stronger.

-Hugo Prient!! Don’t hide like a coward and face my sword, Sucai!

“It’s a pointless provocation.”

-The title of the continent’s strongest is wasted on the emperor’s vile dog!! I’ll cut your head off and from today…

“You can fight back appropriately and kill him when reinforcements arrive. Anyway, his life will end soon.”

“Father.”

Siriel brushed off Hugo’s hand and gripped her heavy sword firmly.

“I was bored just killing monsters. Go have a cup of coffee, it’ll be over by the time you’re back.”

A dark aura emanated from Siriel’s body.

“How dare you insult the Empire’s best sword!”

“Commander! We must kill that insolent barbarian!”

Hugo tried to stop Siriel, but the spirited youngsters didn’t seem to agree.

But this couldn’t be helped. Recently, anti-immigrant sentiments have been rampant among the young people of the Empire, and no imperial warriors could stand by after hearing such provocations.

‘I’m missing Johan today…’

Hugo prayed for his daughter’s victory as she advanced, exuding a fierce aura.

After taking a deep breath, Siriel assumed a charging stance and shot forward into the enemy lines.

Boom- Boom- Boom- Bang!

The ground crumbled and exploded under her feet. Siriel’s body accelerated, and a fierce storm swept through the area she passed.

“Wow!!”

“The commander has started the duel!!”

The cheers from the Sky Knights spread throughout the entire imperial front, shaking the earth.

The man who introduced himself as Sucai drew his sword and charged as well.

“Hugo! Aren’t you ashamed to hide behind a woman?!”

He was twice Siriel’s size, perhaps even bigger than Hugo. His enormous greatsword looked dozens of times heavier and larger than Siriel’s Spica.

But Siriel seemed unconcerned. Her eyes remained cold and fierce, and she didn’t avoid his descending strike.

Swish!

Siriel lightly swung Spica, like an adult swatting away a child’s tantrum. Effortlessly.

Crack!

As if the hundreds of kilos of metal were a feather sword.

“…What?!”

The immense force traveled through Sucai’s handle. The slender girl in front of him exhibited unimaginable strength…

Crunch!

Boom-

-Wow!!!

“…Come down.”

She wasn’t speaking to the fleeing barbarian.

Siriel turned her gaze from the headless corpse to the mountain peak.

A veiled woman was aiming at the rainbow.