Damn Reincarnation

a voice that was speaking inside of Eugene’s head.

[…Could it really be… are you really Hamel?]

Eugene’s heart started pounding as he tried to find out where this voice was coming from.

“Is that you, Tempest?” he asked.

Tempest was the Wind Spirit King who had bestowed his protection onto the Storm Sword Wynnyd.
Eugene had seen Vermouth summon him a few times in his previous life.

[How could it be you? Could it really be that… you’ve reincarnated?]

Eugene began responding to Tempest in his head, ‘You old fucker, how could you tell it was me?’

[As Vermouth’s companion, how could I forget the appearance of your soul?]

Three hundred years had flown by, and even his face had changed, but his soul was still the same.
Spirits weren’t beings of the material plane.
So the Wind Spirit King, Tempest, had easily recognized Hamel by his soul.

[…It looks like you also remember me.]

‘How on earth did you get here? I wasn’t trying to summon you,’ Eugene demanded.

[It’s been a long time since I last heard Wynnyd’s call.
I was curious to see which of Vermouth’s descendants had been chosen to wield it, but then I felt… a familiar soul.]

The wind slowly began to die down.
As it did, static began to interfere with Tempest’s voice as it echoed inside his head.

[How could this be? For someone to be reincarnated with their old memories… and as Vermouth’s descendant at that? And it’s Hamel of all people?]

‘Why didn’t Vermouth kill the remaining Demon Kings?’ Eugene suddenly asked.

How had he been reincarnated? Eugene had no idea.
He had died in the castle of the Demon King of Incarceration, and by the time he had come to his senses, he was already in the body of a wailing newborn baby.

‘Tell me, Tempest.
Didn’t you accompany them on the rest of their journey through the Devildom? Why are the Demon King of Incarceration and the Demon King of Destruction still alive after three hundred years?’ 

[I don’t know why Vermouth made that decision,] Tempest replied.
[The only thing I know is that… in the decisive battle with the Demon King of Incarceration… Vermouth sheathed his sword.]

‘What?!’ Eugene exclaimed.

[…I don’t know exactly what happened at that moment.] Tempest’s voice was getting harder to hear, […Their fight at that time… was fierce but ultimately futile.
In the end, only Vermouth and the Demon King of Incarceration were left standing.
At the final moment, Vermouth put down his sword and refused to kill the Demon King of Incarceration.
Neither did he go on to the castle of the Demon King of Destruction….
Their journey ended at the castle of the Demon King of Incarceration.]

‘…Don’t bullshit me,’ Eugene growled through clenched teeth.

Their journey had just ended here? According to the stories, the Hero Vermouth and his companions had driven the Demon King of Incarceration to the brink of death.
However, the Demon King of Incarceration had managed to escape without dying and begged the Demon Lord of Destruction for help.

During Hamel’s death, Vermouth had sworn an oath that he would kill all of the Demon Kings.
Of course, Eugene hadn’t been around to hear such an oath, but all the fairy tales agreed on this.

So the hero’s party had headed onwards to the castle of the Demon King of Incarceration.
However they could not defeat the two Demon Kings who had joined forces and instead forced them to swear an ‘Oath’ to bring peace to the world….

‘Like I said, don’t bullshit me,’ Eugene demanded as the taste of blood filled his mouth, and his head grew dizzy. ‘What the fuck is with that Oath? Why did they make such an Oath? Why? Vermouth sheathed his sword? Instead of killing the Demon King of Incarceration…?’

[I don’t know anything about that Oath or why Vermouth made such a decision.]

‘So what do you know, you son of a bitch?’

[Only those who were there know what kind of Oath was made.
From the moment that Vermouth put away his sword, I could no longer intervene in that situation.]

‘Those who were there…? Didn’t you say that no one was left standing there apart from Vermouth and the Demon King of Incarceration? Doesn’t that mean… everyone else lost consciousness…?! Are you asking me to dig up Vermouth’s corpse and ask him?’

[There’s no more time….] Tempest let out a long sigh.
[With your inadequate mana, it would be impossible for you to have summoned me….
I forcibly opened the door to come here, so now I have to close it.]

‘Answer me before you go!’

[I told you I don’t know, so why do you keep asking me….
I would also like to ask Vermouth why he did that….]

The wind was fading into nothingness, and Tempest’s voice came drifting in and out.

[…Next time… when you have enough strength….]

Eugene grabbed onto something to steady his swaying body as he glared down at Wynnyd.

[Then… let’s meet again… some time.]

“You motherfucker,” unable to hold it in any longer, Eugene spat out a curse.
“Tell me the full story… before you leave….”

The wind finally vanished.

And Eugene passed out with a nosebleed.