Reincarnated User Manual

96 – Lucky day

Siron boarded the airship to Lien, clutching his head that felt like it was going to break due to a hangover.

I drank too much at the farewell party yesterday. Priests may wonder what alcohol is, but the seminarians of the class to which Siron belonged had no hesitation in drinking alcohol, so it was not strange that alcohol was served at the farewell party held after the graduation ceremony.

“I’m dying.”

Siron sat down in the area indicated on the ticket and sighed.

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Lucerne -＞ Lienne

Platform: A16 Departure date May 12

Arrival date May 15th

IlIIlIIIllIIlIIIlIlI

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The road from Lucerne, which was not a neighboring country but at the end of the continent, to the Lien Empire was long. In an era without smartphones or televisions, the thought of being quietly cooped up on an airship for three days makes me sigh.

But if you look at it, it’s only three days. Time will pass quickly if you read something. Siron took out something to read from his pocket.

[VIVLE]

“…not this.”

Because I was hungover, I ended up saying something strange. Siron inadvertently looked at the scripture he had accidentally taken out.

The book I’ve been reading for the past three years, and which makes me nauseous just looking at it, has a title that makes me realize who the game creator is.

As far as I know, Yura was the only one who wrote Bible as VIVLE.

-hey. You spelled it wrong.

-huh? Where?

-I mean the Bible. It’s not VIVLE, it’s Bible.

-ah…

-Let’s fix it quickly before the teacher hits us.

-…thank you.

-Anyway, my homeroom teacher is really a psycho? Does it make sense to get caned for just a little misspelling?

Although this story was from elementary school, Yura was not a child who was good at everything from the beginning. Yes, until elementary school, I was better than Yura at everything except fighting. Yura was in a position to learn from me.

She happened to live nearby, so she always brought homework and stuff, and then even ate at my house…

‘I feel like I’m going to throw up.’

I was lost in other thoughts for a moment.

Siron shook his head and put the scriptures in his arms. And I took out the unread letters from my arms.

“Are you reading the letter again?”

“I’ve accumulated a lot of things I haven’t read.”

Siron answered while receiving a drink from Seira. She was currently pretending to be a nun carrying out her duties as an assistant priest according to her teachings.

Seira trembled slightly as she looked at the pile of letters.

Seira had seen Shiron reading letters many times, but every time she saw him reading a letter and saw the mountain of letters piled up next to her, she got goosebumps on her arms. It’s something I can’t seem to get used to.

‘Continuously for five years, without exception…’

Since letters are long-distance mail anyway, they arrive to Siron once a month at best. The fact that she chose such a cumbersome frequency meant that the girl who created the mountain of letters had a plan.

“Is it… a letter from a child named Siriel? Was it a silver-haired girl? She had a good-natured appearance and pure… eyes.”

“It’s him.”

Siron opened the first envelope with a faint smile. As soon as I opened the bag, I inadvertently took a deep breath at the wafting scent.

It smelled like perfume.

‘A letter written in spring.’

Siron guessed when Siriel wrote the letter based on the smell of perfume.

The perfume that Siriel sprayed on her letters changed with each season.

A warm floral scent in spring and a refreshing citrus fruit scent in summer. In fall and winter, heavy wood and smoke scents…

Perhaps because it has been spring since last month, the letter smelled like flowers.

however,

Unlike Siron, who enjoyed the scent, Seira moved her hips to a seat one space further away from Siron.

It’s not because the scent was too strong. This is because I sensed the intention of the scent emanating from the letter.

1. A device to constantly remind a distant brother of oneself.

2. A device as a warning not to approach a man because he is the owner.

Either one. Maybe both.

Whatever it was, there was nothing special about it.

Seira looked at Shiron with complicated feelings.

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*

The act of reading the backlog of letters served as an appropriate distraction from the tedious journey.

Siron broke the seal of the few remaining letters.

[To my brother who misses me.]

[brother. I get along well? I hope you are doing well. Winter is already over and spring has come. I was preparing to enter the academy last winter, but I had to custom-make my own clothes. It’s kind of a strange rule that all students wear uniform clothes. I’m not from the military or the police department. But it’s a pretty design, so I don’t feel bad about it. I wanted to be the first to show my brother how I look in my school uniform, but I am very disappointed. I miss you a lot today too, brother. I’ll just finish this.]

[It’s been a week since I entered the academy today, and there are already so many things I want to talk about. brother. Something really interesting happened? Lucia says she will be a member of the book committee. Lucia also has quite a quirky side, right? I knew you liked books quite a bit, but I never thought you would volunteer to take on such a troublesome position. Oh, and Lucia still reads Kylie’s children’s books? Do you think your brother knows this? I miss you a lot today, brother. I’ll just finish this.]

“…I read it all.”

Siron wiped his forehead with his sleeve and sighed. Reading Siriel’s letters was fun at times, but they were written in so many details that they were difficult to read. He also wrote in his afterword that he wanted to see him, making Siron feel guilty for not being able to return to Lien.

Of course, Siriel did not send a heavy letter from the beginning.

Siron took out a letter that had faded as five years had passed.

[This may be a bit awkward as this is my first letter, but please understand a little, brother. It’s been a month since my brother left, and I already miss him. What do we do?]

The first letter Siriel sent had a simple side to it. Unlike now, the handwriting was a bit crooked and the grammar was awkward.

As I experienced the growth of a child in this way, I felt like I had become a parent I never knew existed.

‘Lucia…’

Siron saw the letter Lucia sent.

[I was able to cut down rocks from afar by spewing sword steel. Are you training hard?]

[I’m looking forward to something about this place called the Academy. A place where you can learn and compete with other kids of your age. Aren’t you excited just thinking about it?]

[Victor is the student council president of this academy. He is a prince. Why is he spending his time in a place like this? Strange. No matter how important it is to build exchanges with talented people who will lead the empire in the future, if you do such chores leisurely… I’m starting to worry about the future of the empire.]

[The academy was a messier place than I thought. Don’t those who haven’t yet dried their heads gather in groups and fight for power? Don’t the upperclassmen gather together the lower-class students and abuse them? It’s really strange. However, the teachers are not taking any action. Is this right for an educator? Siriel didn’t say anything and adapted well. Am I weird? I don’t know.]

Lucia’s letters are generally like this. Siriel and Lucia may have grown up watching the same things, but they have different perspectives, so it’s fun to compare them.

As Lucia had an honest personality, her concerns about the situation she was in were readily apparent, and Siriel was evident in picking and choosing the contents of her letter with great consideration, as if telling her not to worry for nothing.

‘Still, it’s surprising that Lucia followed Siriel to the academy.’

Is it because of lingering feelings about the schoolwork I haven’t completed yet? I thought I would set out to find traces of my colleagues who had already left… One thing is certain: I could feel the desire and anticipation for learning in the letter Lucia sent.

“…”

Shiron looked at Seira who was dozing off. After the coming-of-age ceremony, there was hesitation in the plan to introduce Lucia to Seira.

‘Poor guy.’

Siron put the letter tied with a string in his arms and looked out the window.

Gooooo—–

The boat horn sounded, signaling arrival at Lien.

“Hey. Wake up.”

Shiron patted Seira on the shoulder to wake her up.

“What is… arrival?”

“Yes. So wake up quickly. I’m going to save the world.”

Shiron fiddled with the holy sword in his bosom.

*

A bright sunny spring day.

At the platform where the airship came and went, coachmen competed in line to serve customers as quickly as possible.

Chamberlain, sitting in the carriage and yawning profusely, was one of them.

Chamberlain tidied up his disheveled clothes, watching his legs stretch out from the airship.

Now that lunch is over, they will be Chamberlain’s first guests. It was already time to receive dozens of customers, but

Those who flew airships had the means to pay expensive airship fares, so if they did well, they could receive tips equivalent to a week’s salary from other drivers.

At that moment, a young priest accompanied by a nun was walking next to the Chamberlain’s carriage. As expected, befitting those who use airships, they were neat and elegant, without any shabby parts.

‘You left the carriage in front and walked all the way here. Today is your lucky day.’

But his luck didn’t stop there. While Chamberlain smiled kindly and opened the carriage door with his own hand. Two gold coins went into his breast pocket.

The young priest gave a tip before arriving at his destination.

‘What kind of windfall is this?’

Since he was not an aristocratic man but a priest who believed in integrity and abstinence, I did not expect a large tip. I never dreamed that such luck would come my way. Chamberlain spoke in a quiet voice, tightening the corners of his mouth that were about to open in a superficial manner.

“…Where can I take you?”

Siron answered the coachman with a solemn look.

“Let’s go to the whorehouse.”