Reincarnated User Manual-Chapter 351: Friend (5)

Before leaving the entirely gray space, Shiron, who had been staring at the remnants of the Demon God for quite some time, opened his mouth.

“Let’s take it.”

“…What?”

Yura blinked in shock, alternating her gaze between Shiron and the remnants.

“Not kill it. Take it with us? Are you out of your mind?!”

“Yes.”

“That’s the Demon God. Don’t tell me you feel sympathy just because it took my appearance…”

“Do you really think this is the end?”

Shiron shook his head heavily.

“If we kill this thing, will it really be over?”

“…”

“The reason you reincarnated into this world, and the reason I possessed Shiron Prient’s body… There are still so many unanswered questions. Besides, no one knows the aftermath of killing this thing.”

“That’s too…”

Yura tried to argue, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak further. Even with a little thought, she realized his doubts were valid.

What had been resolved thus far was merely Latera regaining her memories and becoming Yura. Even that couldn’t be completely separated from some unknown external influence.

The joy of reuniting after decades—possibly centuries—was immeasurable, but even after 500 years, Yura hadn’t grown accustomed to fantasy-like thinking.

Living haphazardly with her head in the clouds wasn’t an option.

“There’s plenty more to worry about, too.”

“…Like what?”

“The reason you became Latera. You still haven’t told me.”

Shiron tucked the remnants under his arm, his eyes narrowing slightly. It wasn’t that he distrusted Yura; it was just that the unresolved mysteries continued to pile up.

“To be honest, when I first saw Latera, I didn’t feel any connection to you. Her appearance was completely different, and she was no different from an innocent child who knew nothing.”

“…”

“Why did you act like a child?”

“Act like a child? Didn’t you hear what I just said? I told you I’d lost my memories.”

“Then why did you lose them? It’s not like you had dementia or regressed into childhood, right?”

“You—! Do you have no sense of manners when meeting someone after such a long time?!”

Despite Yura’s indignant response to his barrage of blunt remarks, she could somewhat understand why Shiron was pressing the issue.

“It’s not like I haven’t thought about it myself.”

Calming down slightly, Yura cast a glance at the remnants tucked under Shiron’s arm.

“The Demon God’s authority. Even after the class change, there was still an aura of destruction surrounding me.”

The authority of destruction annihilated everything and returned it to nothingness. Perhaps, over the past 500 years, her body and mind had been worn down by this residual authority, unable to completely shed its effects.

“If it’s the power of destruction, wouldn’t your whole body have burned up like Kyrie’s corpse?”

“Angels are spiritual beings. Even the Demon God is reduced to this remnant form when bound, right? So, the concept of a soul and body being worn down could manifest as the immature form of a child.”

Yura finished her explanation and puffed out her chest confidently. To her, it was a flawless hypothesis, and she hoped Shiron would quickly accept it and focus on her.

“That makes it even stranger.”

“…What now?”

“You said Latera didn’t have Yura’s memories. Then why were you so kind to me?”

But Shiron wasn’t easily convinced. An old bad habit of his from a past life—Shiron, or Cha Hyunjun—was that he couldn’t let go of anything that bothered him.

‘It doesn’t make sense.’

Shiron recalled 15 years ago, when he first met Latera.

A white room he had never seen before. In that place, Shiron had suddenly wet himself in his past life’s form.

Naked public urination…

By no means was it an action likely to leave a favorable impression.

“I can understand waiting 500 years for a hero. You could say you were waiting for Kyrie, who had become Lucia. But me? I was just an intruder barging into the space where Kyrie was resting, wasn’t I?”

“So, are you saying I should have done something to exclude you?”

“I’m saying I want to know why Latera was so kind to me. Even if you didn’t see me as an enemy, it doesn’t make sense for you to act so friendly.”

There had to be a reason.

Someone designed Latera to feel affection toward Shiron.

Someone reincarnated Shin Yura and Cha Hyunjun and caused their possessions.

The misaligned puzzle pieces forced together made Shiron’s head throb.

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“I think it makes sense, though.”

Yura, watching her friend clutch his head, smiled mischievously.

“Love. That’s the reason.”

“…Are you insane?”

Shiron gave Yura a bewildered look, but Yura merely blushed slightly and didn’t retract her words.

“Can’t you understand? Even as Latera, I l-loved you.”

“…”

“Even though I lost my memories, love is such a powerful emotion that it can overcome even the Demon God’s authority. That’s why, even as a half-angel, I still harbored feelings for you!”

Yura grinned confidently, clenching her fists.

In the past, she might have torn her hair out, agonizing over problems without clear solutions alongside Shiron. But after living through three lifetimes, she realized such efforts were futile.

What was the point of being so serious? Sometimes, the simplest answer was the right one.

“Crazy woman.”

Shiron looked at his childhood friend, who had become far more brazen since their last parting, with a mix of pity and exasperation.

“Spending 500 years in what’s basically a psychiatric ward must have driven you mad.”

“Do you want to keep being rude?”

“And your skin’s gotten ridiculously thick in the meantime.”

“Yep, it has. That’s how I could apologize to you while bawling my eyes out.”

Yura wasn’t fazed by Shiron’s words.

While she hadn’t lost the capacity for embarrassment, she was resolute in her decision to no longer let trivial pride prevent her from expressing her feelings toward the childhood friend she’d reunited with after 500 years.

“More importantly, don’t we have something urgent to take care of?”

“Are you dodging the question?”

“Geez, I’m saying we can worry about this later.”

With a smirk, Yura manipulated the status window.

[Remaining Points: 5,597,773pt]

As expected, since Shiron had rarely taken charge of managing the status window, a significant number of points had accumulated.

[Resurrection: 350,000pt]

‘The shop is working fine, too.’

“For now, let’s focus on getting out of the tower.”

“…You’re right.”

Shiron smiled back at her. The master of the tower couldn’t leave it until death. It was certainly a troublesome curse, but with the cheat-like existence of the status window, it had become a trivial problem.

“Then, let’s think about it again later, after everything is settled.”

“We also have to explain to the others what happened. Right. Lucia and Seira are going to be so shocked when they see you.”

“…Yeah.”

Before she knew it, Yura’s nose began to tingle.

She had forgotten in the joy of their reunion, but Lucia and Seira were still waiting outside.

“But, how do we explain this to them?”

Sniff-

Yura looked up at Shiron with tearful eyes.

There were things they had to explain to them—and secrets they couldn’t reveal.

She could’ve laid everything bare and told them the whole story, but she also had to consider the repercussions of doing so.

Just as Shiron had thought about the aftermath of killing the Demon God, Yura, too, felt a love for this world and a sense of responsibility toward it.

“It’s okay.”

Shiron smiled faintly and wiped away Yura’s tears. The old friend he hadn’t seen in so long had not only thickened her skin but also seemed to cry more easily.

“You’ve been watching all this time too. Lucia will believe whatever you tell her without question.”

“That would be nice…”

“What happened to the confidence you had earlier?”

Thud!

Shiron gave Yura’s back a hearty slap.

Yura reluctantly nodded her head.

“You’re right. I can just figure it out when the time comes.”

“Aren’t you already excited? Just imagine how flustered they’ll be when they see you.”

Shiron chuckled at the thought of the two waiting outside.

Back at Kyrie’s tomb, when Lucia and Seira had seen Latera, they had flinched. At the time, he hadn’t understood why, but now that he knew everything, he had a faint idea.

“They remember you. They’ll probably cry their eyes out for a while and won’t be able to focus on anything else.”

“Yeah… probably.”

Yura wiped her eyes with her sleeve, replacing her tears with a growing anticipation for what was to come.

“But, what should I call that thing?”

“Call it whatever you want. Or just say you’ve seen the truth of the world and leave it vague.”

“…Haha. I can already picture their confused faces. It’s going to be fun.”

Yura smirked and tapped the air. Though she didn’t use the status window, she instinctively knew how to open a path to leave the place.

A dimensional gate appeared in the empty space.

Yura grabbed Shiron’s hand and, with excitement for the reunion ahead, stepped boldly forward.

They stepped forward.

Confidently.

“Shiron! Why are you so late?!”

The moment they passed through the dimensional gate, Lucia came rushing toward them, panting.

Whack!

Yura’s tear ducts burst open. She clamped a hand over her mouth, unable to say a word.

Even as Latera, she had memories with Lucia, but now that Yura’s memories had returned, it felt as if a dam of emotions had burst.

“Do you even know how long I’ve been waiting…”

Tears streaming down her face, Yura spread her arms wide toward the approaching Lucia. Even though she knew those words were meant for Shiron,

she couldn’t help but hope that when Lucia got close, she’d notice her and change direction.

Oh, Kyrie. A friend she had practically raised like her own daughter.

Though not bound by blood, Yura was confident that their bond was even stronger.

“Who’s that woman next to you?”

“…Lucia?”

Yura was completely unprepared for such a cold response.

‘Who’s the woman next to you? Is she talking about me?’

“Shiron! Who is this woman?! I thought you were late because of something serious, but it was just to bring another girl?!”

“…Late, you say.”

Shiron was just as taken aback by the fierce reaction.

‘What’s going on? Wasn’t this supposed to be a touching reunion?’

Confused, Shiron glanced at Yura. Then, he subtly nudged her ankle.

Weren’t they supposed to know each other? He’d gone through so much to make this moment happen, so what was this?

“…”

Despite his unspoken complaints, Yura didn’t respond.

In fact, her face bore an expression of despair he had never seen before.

Pale as a sheet. Eyes wide open. Unfocused. Her pupils trembled as tears blurred her vision, leaving her almost blind. Maybe that’s why—

Thud.

Yura instinctively grabbed Lucia’s arm, her voice trembling.

“Ka-Kyrie… Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me…”

“What, what are you saying?! I’m not Kyrie!”

At the sudden mention of her past life’s name, Lucia flinched and glanced nervously at Shiron.

“Sh-Shiron, who is this person? Why is she calling me Kyrie? Hahaha… I don’t, I really don’t understand…”

Lucia shook off Yura’s hand and turned her head away. Yura felt as though her heart was being ripped apart.

Even when she wet the bed, Yura had been the one to wash her sheets. The betrayal she felt was indescribable.

“Kyrie! Why don’t you remember my face?! I…”

“Yura?”

And then it happened. From a distance, a voice filled with mixed emotions called out.

“Is it really Yura?”

Seira Romer, a dirt-covered elf, hesitated as she approached.