Reincarnated User Manual-Chapter 353: Adulthood (2)

In the touching moment of reunion, an impossible-to-hear woman’s voice tickled his ears.

He was caught. Since when? The thought came belatedly, and despite himself, Shiron’s face stiffened.

“…Brother, didn’t you miss me?”

“Of course I missed you.”

Shiron tried to maintain composure as he turned around.

Tightly— The arms wrapped around him made it difficult to move, but as Siriel loosened her grip, Shiron met her blue eyes.

Her eyes were red and swollen.

She must have shed tears of relief after confirming that Shiron was safe—just like those three who were melting in a wave of emotions. Siriel, too, was overwhelmed with the joy of reuniting after a year.

How long had it been since she last saw the one she loved? The one she could never obtain, no matter how much of her life she devoted to him.

Shiron’s stiff reaction wasn’t to her liking, but it didn’t matter.

Perhaps it was because she was carrying a child, but Siriel exuded a maternal warmth she had never shown before.

So, she decided to assume that his response was merely out of embarrassment.

This awkwardness was only temporary.

Now, she just wanted to talk with him, share their thoughts and feelings, and spend their days together.

She once again realized how precious every moment with him was.

“Brother, I really missed you. I’m so happy that we could finally meet.”

Siriel buried her tear-streaked face into Shiron’s clothes.

Shiron gently embraced her. Not because he wanted to console Siriel, who was overwhelmed with emotions, but because his body naturally moved in response to the genuine joy of reunion.

But…

This situation… was incredibly uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable? Holding his younger sister and fiancée after a year, and he was thinking this?

His body, however, wasn’t lying.

Truthfully, he had noticed it.

Lucia, Seira, and Yura—Even while those three were lost in their emotional reunion…

“…?”

‘What is this?’

What Shiron felt was a slight tremor.

It was odd to describe an emotion as a tremor, but even he couldn’t help it.

Yes, something like… the guilt of a sinner.

Confusion, emotion, anxiety… His thoughts tangled uncontrollably, and a cold sweat trickled down his back.

And the sensation pressing against his chest, squirming and shifting—his body involuntarily reacted.

“…Ahaha.”

Was that why? Siriel chuckled awkwardly and averted her gaze. But only for a moment.

Soon, she flashed a sly smile and traced circles on Shiron’s chest with her fingertip.

“Pervert.”

“…”

“It’s been so long since we last met, and this is how you react?”

“It’s because you’re tickling me.”

Shiron pulled away from Siriel and hastily adjusted his pants.

Perhaps because the atmosphere had taken a strange turn, it was easier to free himself from her embrace.

“How did you even get here? And why does Yoru look like that?”

Shiron gestured toward Yoru, who stood awkwardly in a maid outfit.

It was obvious he was trying to change the subject, but he couldn’t help it.

He hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he kept feeling the urge to steer the conversation elsewhere.

Siriel, as if understanding his dilemma, chuckled and played along.

“You sent a letter saying you’d be back soon. But after a whole year of the same words, I got worried and came here myself.”

“How did you even find this place?”

“A dream.”

“A dream?”

“I had a dream, and in it, I saw where you were. So I came looking, and there you were. I’m so relieved!”

Siriel grinned and hugged Shiron again.

This time, there were no more tears, only a radiant smile of pure joy.

It was a beautiful sight—but the surrounding atmosphere remained grim and heavy.

‘Shit, what do I do?’

Lucia and Seira had one shared thought.

The guilty one was right here.

Just two months ago, they had sent threatening letters to the imperial mansion. And they had done it without consulting Shiron at all.

But it was too late now. The only thing they could do was pray that Shiron could smooth things over with Siriel.

And judging by her current state, she was so elated to see Shiron that she was completely oblivious to anything else.

‘Please, just let this slide…’

“A dream? Then was it a prophecy?”

“Well, it’s the power of prophecy that runs in our family, isn’t it?”

“So, you’ve awakened the power of prophecy…”

“Yup! Ah, should I have told you earlier?”

“No, there’s no point in making a fuss about it now.”

Shiron chuckled and patted Siriel on the shoulder.

As they continued talking, the tension eased, and he felt more at ease around her.

However, one lingering question refused to leave his mind.

“Wait, what do you mean by ‘letters’? Are you talking about the ones I sent through Yoru?”

“!”

“…What do you mean? Wasn’t this letter written by you, Brother?”

Siriel tilted her head and pulled a bundle of letters from her chest.

Shiron immediately took them and began flipping through them.

‘Who the hell went through all this effort to forge these…’

It didn’t take long to verify their authenticity.

The letters were filled with words he had never written.

And figuring out who did it? That was even faster.

His gaze shifted to the side, where two idiots were fidgeting anxiously.

‘It was those two.’

“…Yes, that’s my handwriting. I must have been so preoccupied with dealing with the Demon God that I forgot.”

But Shiron decided not to correct it.

It seemed like time had passed more quickly outside while he was talking with Yura.

About half a year, maybe?

Lucia and Seira must have been waiting anxiously all this time.

At that moment, he decided—this was a mistake best left unmentioned.

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“Hmph~”

“What’s with that laugh?”

“Oh, nothing. More importantly, Brother, don’t we have something we need to do first?”

“What?”

“We have to go home together. Aisha, come here.”

Siriel gestured toward Aisha, who had been standing blankly. Perhaps it was the way she was being called, but despite her reluctance, Aisha followed Siriel’s command.

“…Why is she holding the Gemstone Sword?”

Shiron’s gaze fixated on the sword in Aisha’s hand.

[Gemstone Sword Spica]—a sword forged from the stars by Atmos.

Yet, for some reason, instead of Siriel, it was held by the demon princess.

“You know, Brother? The only thing I saw in my dream wasn’t just your location.”

“What… what else?”

“On my way here, I dozed off for a moment, and I saw you again in my dream.”

“What did you see?”

“This demon was stabbing you in the chest with a sword.”

“…”

“Even though it was just a dream, the moment I saw that, I immediately wanted to wake up and strangle this woman.”

But she hadn’t.

Which meant…

“I didn’t do it because, right after that, you suddenly came back to life.”

Siriel grinned, then suddenly trotted forward and grabbed Yura’s hand.

“W-Wha?”

“This woman. She was the one who brought you back to life.”

“Was that also part of the prophecy?”

“Wouldn’t it be? I’ve never met this woman before, but she looks exactly like the person I saw in my dream. Ah, have we met somewhere before? You seem oddly familiar now that I look at you up close…”

“L-Let go of me!”

A shiver ran down Yura’s spine.

She struggled to free herself, but unfortunately, Siriel’s grip was firm.

“Let go? Or do you want Brother to stay in the tower forever?”

“No, that’s not what I meant!”

Something about this just didn’t sit right with her.

She had spent an enormous amount of points to get Shiron out of the tower—it was supposed to be her grand moment, her most glorious scene!

But this sudden interloper had stolen her spotlight and was doing whatever she pleased.

“Brother, you’re okay with this, right?”

But Yura’s frustration meant nothing to Siriel.

The negation of a negation is an affirmation.

Since their objectives were somewhat aligned, there was no time to hesitate.

“…Siriel, aren’t you rushing things too much?”

Shiron, gripping the Gemstone Sword, took a step back as Aisha approached.

A lingering fear from past trauma.

Even though he knew he would revive due to the points, he still couldn’t ignore the sensation of crossing the boundary of life and death.

But perhaps because of her prophetic powers, Siriel had foreseen even this.

“Oh, by the way, Brother, our child is waiting for us at the mansion. Her name is Elise. She’s unbelievably adorable! She looks like a perfect mix of you and me. Don’t you want to see her?”

“Oi, demon. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and stab me.”

“…Weren’t you the one backing away just a moment ago?”

Aisha looked at Shiron in disbelief.

“When did I ever back away?”

“Just now—”

“Just stab me already. Didn’t you say you wanted to become the master of the tower?”

“…”

Aisha felt an overwhelming sense of irritation as she raised the Gemstone Sword.

This was her chance to become the tower’s ruler without lifting a finger, but Shiron’s brazen attitude left her at a loss for words.

Even so, the sword she had raised would not stop.

Aisha plunged the sword into Shiron’s chest.

“Ah…”

Yura stared blankly at the sight of Shiron collapsing.

She wanted to stop it.

But everything had happened so quickly that she had no time to open her mouth.

‘What about my big moment?’

The dramatic meeting after 500 years, the touching reunion—it was all gone.

Even the sacred role of killing and reviving Hyunjoon had been snatched away by the suddenly appearing Siriel.

And what irritated her the most, more than anything…

The thing that made her head throb…

Was this?

His childhood friend, the woman who had waited for 500 years with nothing but love in her heart, was right in front of him—

And yet, he dared to spout love in front of her?

She had waited 500 years.

But he had only been apart from Siriel for barely a year.

And he was already acting like this?

Of course, she couldn’t stand it.

…Was this NTR?

Yura had never felt worse in her life.