Regressor, Possessor, Reincarnator

Episode 41

Julius in his previous life had as many enemies as his fame.

From the nobles of the surrounding estates to the warlocks, heretics and demons.

People with various grudges have caused numerous incidents to kill Julius.

Arcanthus Fern.

He was also one of the countless people who had a grudge against Julius.

The reason Allen remembered his name was simple.

‘Because it was so impressive.’

There are many who hold grudges and revenge against him.

But he was special among them.

His father, Baron Fern, died while opposing Julius’s accession as heir to the counties.

Even after his death, the family’s report was robbed by Julius.

Arcanthus embraced and led those who had a personal grudge against him to avenge his father.

At the end.

He succeeded in putting Julius into a corner.

‘… Unfortunately, it failed to kill.’

The fact that he succeeded in pushing the warlocks, cultists, and demons to a corner even when they failed gave Allen a fresh shock.

The reason I wanted to meet him this time was to attract him.

‘The permanent residents who instigated people during the harvest festival.’

Because one of them had his hand on it.

So I asked Enelia to follow him, and I was able to find Arcanthus in Carvil, about three days away from El Round.

Almost a month has passed now.

Allen has managed to figure out to some extent his location, the size of the people he has brought in, and the circumstances he is in.

“He looks like a drunkard who matches the back alley but… .”

Behind the scenes of the Harvest Festival, he was one step closer to gathering those who had a grudge against Julius.

“Things have changed, but he hasn’t.”

Unlike his previous life, the family itself has been ruined, so if his revenge was worse than before, he wouldn’t be weak.

Unlike his previous life, which ended with his father’s death, it is known that he evaded taxes and escaped before the trial, and the family itself was destroyed.

‘That’s not the end of it.’

Julius, the culprit who actually brought down the family, was praised by him for eradicating corruption, and his father did not even know whether he was alive or dead.

Even though they have already fallen, gathering people secretly is probably the preparation for revenge.

– Rumble

Allen woke up on the carriage heading to the city where he was staying, Carville.

“Worth the attraction.”

It was worth going out on his own, the future he had.

‘I can’t do everything alone.’

It is also difficult to develop skills. You need to attract and lead people here?

‘It’s not efficient.’

In the beginning, you may be able to grasp the foundation like that. But what if you head to the academy? It also gets harder.

Therefore, on behalf of him, a person who is capable enough to attract those who have a grudge against Julius, manage them systematically, and get along with him.

‘It’s rare to find a suitable person that much.’

There are resentments and there are abilities.

“It’s unclear whether or not you will trust me even if you attract me, but… .”

Trust is something you have to build up gradually.

The wagon proceeded to Carville quietly, unlike usual.

The carriage passed the checkpoint without any fuss.

It wasn’t difficult to pass quietly unless you showed your identity as the heir to the counties.

After leaving the wagon at a suitable inn, Allen followed Inelia to the tavern where he was staying.

He didn’t forget to wear a mask and robe to hide his identity.

The road through the slums was intricately tangled like a spider’s web.

Even though it was noon, there was a dark atmosphere, and there were more rough-and-tumble shacks than proper buildings. A vagrant and a homeless man sat idly by the side of the road, and through the cracks in the windows, the eyes of vigilantism gathered.

She skillfully guided the streets full of filth, garbage and stench.

In the meantime, some bastards blocked the way, but she dealt with them with a cold face.

“… Knock off.”

“… Kek.”

How much further did they walk, staring at them, whose lower body was stained with blood?

“Is that right?”

“Yes, there he is.”

A tavern in the corner of a slum.

A slanted sign was barely hanging, and it was dark enough to tell whether it was open or not.

“From now on, I will take the lead.”

Allen walked without hesitation and opened the door of the tavern. Inellia was taken aback by his sudden action, but she quickly caught up with him.

The old wooden door creaked and screamed.

Maybe it was because of the reckless steps, I felt the eyes gathering.

Allen’s senses quickly ran through the bar.

Rotten wood barely supports the ceiling. Rats and bugs roamed everywhere, and the musty smell of cheap alcohol and medicine filled the interior.

‘… I thought I’d do well in a place like this.’

As Allen stepped into the tavern, the noisy tavern quietly changed.

His eyes turned to a man.

A man who drinks alcohol as if he doesn’t care about the noise around him.

Brown hair and green eyes.

‘You look younger than I remembered before.’

The smell of alcohol wafted around him from how much he drank.

Allen ignored his piercing gaze and took off his mask and sat down next to him.

“I’d like two bottles of anything here, please.”

He opened his mouth, but no one moved.

“No? If not, the food is fine… .”

Allen opened his mouth again as if he didn’t mind, but no one wanted to take his spell.

“Hmm, the hospitality is not good. this… .”

“Allen Reinhardt.”

Arcandus, who smashed the bottle on the table, opened his mouth. Allen was not surprised that he knew his name.

‘I’m the enemy’s older brother, so I don’t know a single name.’

Allen was more suspicious that he wasn’t reacting as violently as he had expected. did you anticipate The reaction is too lukewarm for that… .

“Do you know my name?”

“You know? I know, I know well, huh… .”

He smirked, opening his hazy eyes.

“I’m the older brother of the guy who threw my life into the gutter, how can I not know?”

– Druckle

The guys in the bar began to surround him.

They began to surround Allen with familiar faces, as if they had done it several times. Enelia’s eyes narrowed coldly.

Allen asked with a friendly smile as if they didn’t care.

“Aren’t you curious about what the purpose is?”

“It’s obvious. It must be because of the harvest festival.”

“But are you still?”

Arcandus giggled to himself what was so funny and answered his question.

“Then what, do you want to rebel? Running around, sharpening the blade of revenge, and collecting all this garbage? Or just run away right now?”

“okay. I have to live like that.”

“Heh heh… Do you want to make fun of me? By the way… .”

“You got the wrong person, you bastard!”

He snarled and chewed as he brought his sullen face to Allen’s face.

Enelia flinched at his action.

Allen’s expressionless face prevented her from stepping forward.

“What would be different if we resisted? If I try, it will only satisfy your lowly desires, won’t it? If you’re going to kill me, kill me cleanly!”

“If not, do you have any intention of believing it?”

“No? Do you, who did not believe in your father, raise your faith?”

Arcanthus’s expression distorted in an instant, and he burst into tears.

Inelia was startled by his fickle mood swings.

“My father was not like that. steal money? Squeeze the permanent residents? puh… .”

Cry and laugh, laugh and cry again Enelia took a step back without realizing it at his bizarre appearance.

“It started to change suddenly a few months ago, yes. Was it around the time the rumors started that the bastard had changed?”

He rubbed his eyes and muttered blankly, as if recalling the past.

“So, did you put a kid on the harvest festival and agitate the crowd?”

Arcandus said mockingly and admitted the truth.

“Yeah, it was. The handsome Julius-sama is like the rising sun, what else can the fallen alley trash do?”

Allen realized that his prediction was correct in his recognition.

‘Also… . Were both Baron Fern and Baron Bellon ready-made… .’

If so, it was highly likely that his opposition to the succession of Julius’ successor in his previous life was also a part of the plan.

To make Julius stand out, as a sacrifice.

“That was all I could do like a rat, so I have to do that. I am not even a candle by comparison.”

Arcanthus’ face was a mixture of anger and regret, guilt and self-hatred.

‘Those who don’t know will see it as a common avenger’s word… .’

he wasn’t

Because he knows what he will do in the future.

Also, because he vaguely understood why he acted that way.

“Stop acting. Didn’t you tell me from the beginning? I have no intention of killing you.”

“Stop talking bullshit and kill me quickly. Or do you want to call it torture?”

Allen stared at him as if he didn’t know what to say.

“Why are you doing this? Would you have known the intention already? Or do you really want to kill me?”

At first I was puzzled.

But as time went on, his exaggerated behavior became understandable.

‘He was thinking.’

Is it because he really came to catch himself, or because he has something to tell him?

At the same time, Allen and the maid, who were not soldiers, came to visit him, and he must have decided that it was not a bad idea to try a conversation.

‘Looking at the shape, it seems that someone expected someone to come.’

He might not have thought that it was Allen, but the fact that he did not show embarrassment in front of him proves his competence.

So I was acting.

To find out his intentions, to ascertain what his purpose is.

‘Even if they tried to catch it, they would have had the confidence to make enough room to escape.’

Otherwise, they would have tried to escape through the route they had made earlier.

For him, the power he had gathered at the most was a waste, but it must not have been enough to weigh his life against him.

“who? I?”

He burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke.

But Allen could feel the heartbeat, which started to beat slightly faster, through his senses.

Is this not enough?

“I told the enemy’s brother that I was crazy… .”

“Baron Fern.”

After he paused for a moment, he spoke as if he was about to say something.

“Conversation… .”

“He is still alive.”

Allen’s next words made Arcandus pause.

Allen made eye contact with Arcandus, whose eyes widened as if in genuine astonishment.

He immediately changed his expression to an ooh, but he knew it was already too late.

“You know it’s already too late, can we talk?”

After Allen had said that, he realized that he couldn’t hide it any longer and opened his mouth.

“Yeah, I’m glad they said they really want to talk, but… , what do you want?”

“Speak slowly. By the way… , too many unnecessary eyes.”

Allen’s gaze turned to the bullies besieging them.

After all, these assholes are nothing more than those gathered by Arcanthus to disguise themselves.

“Inelia.”

she moved

“Just enough not to die.”

When he signaled, Enelia hurled herself at the bastards as if holding on.

“Mr Arcanthus… !”

“I can have a cup of tea as usual… !”

“Sa, live… .”

They cried out the name of Arcanthus, but he didn’t pay attention to them with apathetic eyes.

“Is that the real thing?”

Arcandus answered his question with a grin.

“I have never been a colleague since the beginning.”

After a few more minutes, all but three of them fell to the floor and squirmed.

Arcandus paused Enelia, who was about to throw them outside, and shouted loudly.

“Marvin!”

At Allen’s sense, he felt a homeless man lying near the tavern get up and walk into the tavern.

“Yes, sir.”

“Put them all away. And for the time being, no one is allowed in.”

A homeless man called Marvin gestured to the outside, and dozens of homeless people came in and disappeared in an instant with his cubs.

“Are they real?”

“There is no need to hide it. right.”

Arcandus did not believe everything Allen said.

Even at this moment, I doubted whether quitting acting was the right choice.

‘Are you too hasty? If you just ran away before we started talking… .’

The original plan was to listen and accept if it was a reasonable deal, and if not, try to escape by creating a gap.

I was confident that

The power was stronger than expected.

Even his simple maid showed a movement that could not be taken lightly.

‘If I had known this would be the case, I would have taken a more cautious approach… ttt.’

After the fall of the family, his perception changed as he lived the life of a commoner, but he was fundamentally an aristocrat.

‘It’s a waste of the time I’ve spent so far, but there’s nothing I can’t do if I collect it again.’

All he had was the slum subordinates who had nothing.

I didn’t have to have anything, so I shouldn’t have narrowed it down to the thought… .

‘Greed caught my ankle.’

Arcandus struggled to straighten his expression and opened his mouth.

“So what are we talking about?”

Allen answered straight-forward, without having to turn around.

“Don’t you want to get revenge on him?”

Allen said in a calm tone, whether Arcandus’s face was confused or not.

“I am trying to kill Julius.”

As if talking about something obvious.

“So come under me.”

If you want to kill him.