V1C1 Part1

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<hr align="center" hr="" size="2px">\nChapter

1: The Reincarnation of the Hero\n\n

\n\n<b>\n</b>\nDark. From within this pitch-black darkness… I slowly

awaken.\n\n\nWake up…? I thought I had already woken up.\n\n\nMy opened eyes haven’t received any images at all; the

world has been blurred and distorted since I opened them. In addition to this my

feet and hands won’t respond to me at all; as if I don’t have the strength to

move them. No, it’s not just my feet and hands. My neck too… My whole body—I’m completely

unable to move my whole body.\n\n\nCome to think of it, it’s no wonder: My condition

before losing consciousness was seriously terrible. The Father of the orphanage

had christened demon summoning, and had successfully done so at the expense of

the lives of several children. However, because of our intervention the priest

didn’t accomplish his purpose and was slain by me. That was good, but the demon

was free from losing its summoner and I couldn’t leave it as it was. Because at

the time, the children were too afraid to act and Cortina had no knowledge of

Close Quarters Battle were behind me—I had no choice but to fight.\n\n\nIn a moments judgment I ordered Cortina to run away—to

bring back our comrades—and I faced that demon alone. She had also grasped the

situation and acted swiftly, saying she would surely bring aid. No, I made her

leave. She was powerless, and it was difficult to escape while carrying the

children. Only about ten children had survived.\n\n\nI could just barely subjugate the demon, but I had

broken my left hand and right leg, and had also received a gaping wound across

my chest to my abdomen. In that condition, just being able to breathe was a

good bargain.\n\n\nAccording to the self-proclaimed god’s words, I should

have returned to this world again, but…my voice won’t come out and my limbs can’t

move either.\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEven though it was unintelligible, an odd scream like

the cry of a kitten could be raised. I could feel my face being wiped by

something warm and something soft was pressed against my mouth. I instinctively

sucked it and swallowed something sweet from it. And when my stomach became

full, I sank into sleep again.\n\n\nI could finally grasp what happened several days

later. I…was born again as a baby: the secret path that the god had mentioned.

In other words, because resurrecting the dead is considered taboo, being reborn

as a newborn baby is acceptable, huh. I wonder…\n\n\nMoreover, I noticed that my eyesight had stabilised…\n\n\n“Good

morning, Nicole. You woke up early today.”\n\n\n\n\n

I woke up and quickly noticed that a neat, clean, and

beautiful woman was bringing her exposed chest close to my mouth—Maria. Yes, she’s

my former comrade who’s been called a saint. And, the one whom she called

Nicole…… was I. This meant I had been reborn as a child of my former comrades.\n\n\nReincarnation magic is the highest ranked sacred

technique. However, with this magic, you cannot confirm whether the technique works

or fails; only the designated person can confirm its success. Furthermore, you can’t

know where the designated

person will be reincarnated. Anyhow, this magic is the sort of magic that has its

subtle corollaries. In short, even Maria hasn’t realised that her own child is

the reincarnation of her former comrade, Reid.\n\n\nThat is why she is able to press her breasts against

me, defenselessly. If Maria knew that I am Reid, it would hardly be possible

for her to continue this action. If I

screwed up, she would probably send me flying in one slap. Her sense of virtue was

quite severe.\n\n\nOn one occasion, she sent me and Lyell flying with her

magic attack called “Divine Punishment” when we tried to peek—I thought I would

seriously die at the time. Besides, Cortina precisely held back our escape

route, so we have experienced being easily captured. It was a thing called

youthful indiscretion.\n\n\n\n\nI raised a groan and refused the meal.\n\n\nIt’s because I don’t yet have enough muscle to move my

neck. I’m not brazen enough to suck my former comrade’s breasts. Yet, no matter

how many times I’ve sucked my former comrade’s breasts, I still can’t tough it

out. Above all, I’m afraid of my true identity being discovered. I may die this

time if that happens.\n\n\n\n\n“Ah, I wonder if your stomach is okay? You drank so little

this time, Nicole. I’m a little worried.”\n\n\nAfter being reincarnated as a baby, I’ve not breastfed

well. No, Maria is honestly an extremely beautiful woman, but, as expected, I

feel ashamed to suck my former comrade’s breasts while still having this consciousness. \n\n\nIf this woman was a perfect stranger, I would suck her

breasts while feigning ignorance… However, I know this woman.\n\n\nShe’s my former comrade whom I’d survived a life-and-death

crisis alongside. And another thing is her husband is that Lyell. He is a man whom

I fought together with; a rival, and a man who has embodied "the figure of

a hero" in fairytales that I could never reach. How could I have the nerve

to suck the breasts of this woman who is both my former comrade and the wife of

my other former comrade? It is for that reason that I went on a hunger strike

of my own accord.\n\n\nAs I didn’t suck Maria’s breasts, she had a lot of

trouble bringing me up. I know what I’m doing to her is bad, but I cannot give

in. After all, she’s managed to support my life by giving me moderately warmed

cow's milk. Today too, Maria fed me using a milk-soaked cotton cloth that she

held in my mouth. Lyell’s leg appeared.\n\n\n“Good morning, Maria. And you too, Nicole.”\n\n\nHe said so while embracing Maria who was holding me,

and then they exchanged passionate kisses in this early morning. After which, he

gave me the same kiss—on my cheek. It was disgusting.\n\n\n\n\n“Ah, did you get angry?” Maria asked, “I wonder if you

dislike papa, Nicole?” \n\n\n\n\nWithout ill will, Maria had voiced the cruel truth as

I expressed my intention to resist to Lyell. \n\n\nIn fact, I didn’t like Lyell. It’s not as though I didn’t

long for a position called hero too. Rather, it can be said that I had a much

stronger longing for it than any of us.\n\n\nHe was a strong and sturdy swordsman who was the

representative of the heroes.  It was

precisely because I admired his strength that I sought for strength. However, I

simply didn’t have the qualities. My slender body didn’t support much muscle,

so I ended being swung backwards whenever I wielded a heavy weapon. Nevertheless,

I couldn’t give up. To compensate, I found a way of fighting that did not rely

on swords, and I reluctantly built my own way of fighting with ingenuity and tricks.

The result: surprise attacks that depended on steel strings and traps, and assassination

techniques focusing on avoiding combat from the front as much as possible.

Justice without power is no more than the weak’s nonsense. I had the strength

to save the weak. And I never lost because I taught myself a way of fighting

that couldn’t be conquered.\n\n\nFor me, Lyell who was the embodiment my ideal hero

image, is a man who arouses my very delicate emotions. He was a partner I could

rely on more than anyone else, a partner I longed for more

than anyone else, and a partner I hated more than anyone else. Receiving a

kiss on cheek from such a person, I felt a chill run down my spine.\n\n\nReceiving the emotional blow, with a dejected face,

Lyell went out to the garden for sword-practice-swinging. From the window, I could

see his routine. His movement was strong, elegant, and sharp.\n\n\nThe hero I dreamt of was there. In my previous life, I lacked endurance and didn’t have strength so I

wasn’t able to adopt the same way of fighting as him.\n\n\nBut now, I can feel something like an electric shock which makes my body tremble.\n\n\nOh, that’s right; I’m Lyell and Maria’s child now. In

other words, I may inherit Lyell’s strength and Maria’s magical power. My

present self may be able to become a swordsman. The existence who will guide me

to that destination is right before my eyes. \n\n\nI may be able to follow the path of a swordsman that I

once aimed for but failed to reach. No, if I inherit Maria’s magical power, the

possibility of becoming a magical swordsman is also possible.\n\n\n\n\nWhile expressing joy, I threw up both of my hands. Although,

my current strength was too weak and I was barely able to bring my short arms before

my view.\n\n\n“Hey, Nicole…? I wonder if you like watching father’s

sword technique. You actually want to be spoiled by him, don’t you?”\n\n\nMisinterpreting my attitude, Maria poked my cheek. Speaking

of which, she was the type of fellow to misunderstand.\n\n