Reincarnated User Manual

Seira had always been followed by solitude, like a shadow.

A curse made it impossible for anyone to remember her.

Friends made today would turn into strangers overnight.

It was natural for those she saved from mortal peril to forget their debt to her.

Even after a week of close companionship, nothing changed.

There was even a time when a comrade standing right before her blinked once, only to forget Seira entirely. The eerie shock made her nauseous for hours.

Even if she rented an inn or bought a house, the name “Seira Romer” would vanish from the ledgers.

Thus, Seira became a wanderer.

A wanderer.

However, at some point, Seira no longer needed to wander.

She had found a place to stay.

The Prient family.

Although she knew the history tying her to Kyrie’s descendant, Shiron Prient, was false, it didn’t change the fact that Shiron was the first human to remember her.

Their first meeting was, honestly, not great. Still, little Shiron forgave her and allowed her to stay by his side.

Looking back, Shiron could have seen Seira as a potential threat and killed her. Yet, he took her in solely because she was a comrade of his family’s ancestor, Kyrie.

Since then, the colorless world of a mage had been infused with vibrant hues.

“Hey, how long are you going to keep lying around?”

By the next day, there was someone calling her name.

“Ugh, seriously. Aren’t you supposed to be some great mage? How can you not handle even this?”

There was someone who saw her value.

“It’s okay. Even if it’s unrelated to the Demon King’s defeat, as time passes, more and more people will be able to remember you.”

There was hope for a better future.

She hadn’t gained riches or treasures.

She hadn’t achieved great honor.

She hadn’t mastered magic destined to remain in history.

But this small change was an immeasurable blessing to Seira.

Elves lived long lives. Remembering the elders who lived ten thousand years even 500 years ago, she wondered if she might live ten times as long.

Even if she devoted her entire life, she couldn’t repay the boundless vibrancy her world had gained.

Seira slowly opened her eyes.

The early dawn air was cold against her face, but the breath at her nape and the warmth of the blanket draped over her shoulders were comforting.

Rustle—

She pushed off the blanket and sat up. Seira, with a dazed expression, glanced at the man lying beside her.

Shiron Prient was fast asleep, unaware of the world around him.

It was odd.

Little Shiron, like Seira, was a light sleeper. Yet, here he was, unmoving, even though she shifted and stared directly at him.

“Honestly, after all that, it’s no wonder he isn’t waking up. I’ve never seen a human release that much fluid before.”

A voice interrupted her thoughts, and her violet eyes turned to the other side of Shiron.

A woman wearing an eye patch was clinging to Shiron, rubbing against him.

“What, what’s going on?! Why are you here?”

“Careful, you’ll wake him. Can’t you speak more quietly?”

“…”

Annoyed by the retort, Seira clicked her fingers in the air. The room was immediately enveloped in silence so profound even Shiron’s breathing couldn’t be heard. ṘΆŊO͍ꞖĘ𐌔

“What are you doing here?!”

“Do you mean why I’m lying next to your disciple? Or why I’m outside your mind instead of inside it?”

“…”

Seira hesitated. While the latter was her intent, she couldn’t deny her curiosity about the former. But the great mage’s decision-making was as swift as lightning.

“Of course, the latter! Why are you in reality? You’ve been communicating inside my mind all this time!”

“Does this really look like reality to you?”

Future Seira chuckled softly. The mocking tone brought a vein to Seira’s forehead.

“Now’s not the time for jokes. Do you think I can’t tell the difference between reality and an illusion?”

“You’re right. This is reality. But—”

Future Seira shrugged and gestured lightly with her hand.

The hand that had been tracing Shiron’s chest slowly slipped lower.

Witnessing the surreal sight, Seira’s eyes widened.

“That…”

“How is it? For a spell created overnight, isn’t it impressive? I worked on it during the brief moments you were rolling around.”

Beneath the black eye patch, a confident smile appeared.

“You could say I manifested a fragment of your subconscious with a minuscule amount of mana.”

“Whose mana?”

“Yours, obviously. Without a core, how could I produce mana myself?”

She was stealing mana. That’s what future Seira was saying.

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s just a tiny amount, barely a speck. Don’t frown so much, or you’ll get wrinkles.”

“But you’re still stealing it!”

Seira rubbed her face as she spoke.

“What a scoundrel.”

Future Seira’s remarks about age had started to get under her skin.

“It’s the residual mana you scatter. It’s like your mouth feeling a bit dry when you breathe. That’s all.”

Finding this amusing, future Seira laughed.

“And calling it ‘manifestation’ is a bit much. Only you can see me.”

“Then why lie beside the kid? You can’t even touch him.”

“Oh my, are you jealous?”

“Jealous? As if!”

“…I guess I’ve lost interest.”

What nonsense now? As Future Seira spoke pitifully, Seira felt a wave of dizziness.

After spending the entire night on that activity as revenge for her stolen body, now she was saying this?

‘Ugh, my blood pressure.’

Her blood boiled. Seira clutched the back of her head, staggering.

“If you’ve lost interest, why are you still lingering around? Just pass on already…”

“It’s not that I’ve completely lost interest. I still want to share deep~ love with the disciple.”

“Then…”

“Sex, you know. It wasn’t as beautiful as I thought it would be.”

Future Seira sighed deeply after speaking. Though her eyes were hidden by the eyepatch, the sigh was so prolonged it seemed to express longing.

“What nonsense now?” Folding her arms, Seira glared sharply.

“What are you talking about?”

“You and I… we share the same body, don’t we?”

“So what? Are you trying to say you think your appearance isn’t beautiful?”

“Not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“Do I really have to spell it out?”

Future Seira coughed awkwardly, hesitating. Was she embarrassed? Her cheeks, visible beneath the eyepatch, turned crimson.

“…Animal sounds.”

“Huh? What animal sounds?”

“Last night, you were howling like one. Don’t tell me you don’t remember?”

Despite her embarrassment, Future Seira wasn’t deterred from speaking. In fact, Seira’s wide-eyed reaction seemed to amuse her as she exaggerated, making grotesque, exaggerated noises.

“Sex is scarier than I thought… I never imagined I’d make such animalistic sounds.”

“S-stop talking nonsense! Who made such sounds?!”

“Losing intelligence, huh… Pfft. Didn’t think it meant dropping below even an animal. Puhaha.”

Huuung! Hnghhh!

Clearly enjoying herself, Future Seira burst into laughter. Seira, trembling with humiliation, was visibly annoyed.

“Shut up.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll shut up.”

“And get out immediately.”

“That’s difficult, you know. I’m part of you.”

“Then just pass on already!!”

Smack!

As Seira struck the air, the soundproofing spell lifted. Her hand didn’t stop there—it moved straight to Shiron’s collar…

Only, he was naked, and there was no collar to grab. Instead, Seira grabbed the cheek of the soundly sleeping Shiron and stretched it.

“Mmm… what the…?”

“Kid! Kid! There’s an evil spirit in my head! Quickly exorcise it for me!”

“Ugh, damn it, why are you acting crazy this early in the morning?! Did you have a nightmare?”

Shiron swatted Seira’s hand away and rubbed his cheek.

“It’s not a nightmare! There really is a mean-spirited ghost in my head! You’re a high priest, aren’t you? Hurry up and exorcise it for me!”

“Seira.”

Shiron placed a hand on her shoulder as she pouted, on the verge of tears.

“Ghosts don’t exist in this world.”

“…What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts. It’s all hallucinations caused by mental illness or scams pulled by Lucerne to swindle money. It’s just one of Lucerne’s dark little secrets.”

“…Is that so?”

Seira turned her gaze toward the direction of the spirit wearing the eyepatch. Future Seira grinned and spoke in her mind.

[That’s what he says.]

“Wait, hold on! I’m serious! There’s really a ghost!”

“You even had a nosebleed yesterday. It’s probably because you’re both physically and mentally exhausted.”

Shiron climbed out of bed and began dressing. Having sweated through the night despite the winter cold, his body felt sticky, and he hurried to wash up.

At that moment.

Knock, knock.

“Hero! Are you there? You have a visitor.”

From beyond the door came Latera’s voice. At the same time, Shiron sensed a familiar presence emanating from downstairs.

Deviale Zebiel. The Cardinal.

“Hey, sorry, but I’ve got to go. The Cardinal is here!”

Bang!

With that, Shiron rushed out of the room.

Seira stared blankly at the now wide-open door, a hollow expression on her face.

[Our disciple sure is popular.]

“…”

[Chin up! You’ve got me, don’t you!]

Was she planning to linger like this forever? For a moment, Seira found herself missing the solitude of her lonelier days.

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