Smith， a Black Company in Another World 1206

Chapter 1206 – Ep.1204 Smith, a Black Company in Another World

What the main body did was simple.

In order for me to exist as myself, I brought the memories of ‘me’ that had been sealed in the deep abyss to the surface. That’s just it.

In the blue liquid.

The messy scene beyond was very similar to the alchemist’s workshop that the 1st princess had once visited.

‘Me’ looking at me from the center

The gaze in those clear blue eyes that looked indifferently was by no means a gaze that looked at life.

Which sword is sharper and better at cutting flesh?

‘My’ gaze was that of someone looking at a tool.

That is why ‘I’ asked ‘me’.

Am I human?

‘I’ did not answer.

The reason was simple.

Because ‘I am ‘I’, I already knew ‘my’ thoughts.

I was broken as I barely held on to the no response.

In that way, ‘I’ made ‘us’ a tool.

**

The contents of the diary were filled with contents that made people extremely gloomy.

Decades of his life were completely denied by his mother, whom he had trusted and respected his entire life. For the greater good of the main body, the play to deceive the gods who might be watching from somewhere has come to an end.

The actor who comes off the stage becomes the owner of the theater and raises new actors to take the stage in his place.

Even though I know what kind of emptiness and despair the ending of the play will bring to the actors, I prepare for the stage.

Because the desire and earnestness of what I, the true self, want to achieve is greater than the emptiness and despair.

That earnest wish became a curse, and in the end, he was unable to break the chain of wrongful despair and became the same devil, and this terrible role was passed down to the next generation.

Only one person.

To get revenge on my father, the source of all these misfortunes.

“Wow…”

As I read the content filled with endless despair and regret over and over again, I started to feel nauseous.

“Are you okay?”

Since when have I been watching?

Ingrim came to my side and supported me.

“… It’s okay.”

He gently pushed her away, closed the book she was holding, and returned it to its original place.

There are a total of six journals.

The number of coffins placed was seven.

The total number of cylinders is eight.

The first emperor, that is, excluding the main body, there are a total of eight clones of her created by Mariel.

Including the body that postponed death, the number of coffins is seven.

This is because Mariel’s mother and Mariel’s clone was killed by Ravel so that even her body could not be found.

My eyes turned to the last volume of the journal.

The beginnings of all journals were the same.

A very uncomfortable introduction where I despair after regaining my memories from my previous clone.

And the starting point after that awkward introduction was the same.

The journal began from the moment he ascended to the throne in place of the previous clone.

In fact, the books they left behind were closer to observation diaries than diaries.

Mixing their regrets and despair, they wrote about when and what actions the next clone to replace me did and their impressions.

In that case, the sixth and final book will definitely contain information related to Leviel.

I left Ingrim looking at me with worried eyes and picked up the sixth and final book and opened it.

『Summer of 412, Imperial Calendar.

I thought carefully about the meaning of this act.

And after much thought, I came to a conclusion.

This is a spell for the next ‘me’.

‘I am also a victim.

It’s an act of masturbation that relieves one’s guilt.

Therefore, ‘I’ will also write for the next ‘me’ and for ‘me’.』

『Summer of 421 Imperial Calendar.

‘I’ have grown into an ideal successor, active and bright, and caring dearly for my relatives, just like I was in the past.

It was so ridiculous to act majestic in front of a minister, calling her a princess when she was only 10 years old at most.』

『Spring of 425 Imperial Calendar.

The guy who hadn’t been seen for a while, so I thought he was locked in the palace and wielding a sword like usual, returned with the investigation team sent to investigate the labyrinth discovered in the Alt Mountains for ‘my’ wish.

This is unexpected behavior.

I looked through all the records I left before, but he was the first to leave the castle on his own.

Knowing the end, I played the role of a mother who was as kind as possible.

I was angry at myself for being complacent, relying on a handful of emotions, and I was angry at the guy who dared to deviate on his own and almost ruined ‘our’ aspirations.』

『Winter of 426, Imperial Calendar.

It took a year and a few more months for the guy who had made a contribution but had become despondent due to my anger, to become active again.

He is more cautious than before, but when the two of them are left alone, he acts as foolish as before.

Every time he acts like a kid, I think of that day that is just around the corner.

Even though I know that excessive affection is poisonous to him, when I meet those earnest eyes that want praise, I can find myself stroking his head before I know it.』

『Summer of 429, Imperial Calendar.

I finally got off the boring stage.

The play has come to an end.』

『Autumn of 432 Imperial Calendar.

This guy is strange.

Even though he is on stage, he is playing ‘Marviel de Tullius’, not ‘Tullius VIII’.

After regaining his memories, he was denied and despaired of his entire life, but he was still ■■■.』

『Spring of 435 Imperial Calendar.

She is still my daughter■.

He is still playing ‘Marviel’.

After learning the truth, I avoided meeting people I thought were my blood relatives and my smile disappeared.

This guy still secretly takes care of non-blood relatives.』

『Winter of 438, Imperial Calendar.

Weird. This guy is clearly strange.

This guy was similar to ‘us’, but everything was different.

We did something that ‘we’ did not do, and he still acts as a fake, not ‘us’.

These variables did not exist in memory.

It shouldn’t have happened, and it shouldn’t have happened.

Is this guy special?

Is it special because it’s ‘the last’?』

『Winter of 438, Imperial Calendar.

Oatmeal■■.

No. No. Impulsive. You can’t ruin the last one.』

『Winter of 438, Imperial Calendar.

I’m sure. This guy is different from ‘us’.』

『Winter of 439, Imperial Calendar.

Is he different from ‘us’?

Did the key make him different?

■Degree

Does ‘I’ also change when I come in contact with the key?』

『Winter of 439, Imperial Calendar.

I met the key.

Anger and sorrow filled my empty heart.

The key was not special.』

『Spring of 440 Imperial Calendar.

The key has left.

Nevertheless, he continued to move away from ‘us’.』

『Spring of 440 Imperial Calendar.

■■■

■■■

■■■

■■■.』

『Summer of 440, Imperial Calendar.

The end has come. I’m sick of it.

I want to kill him.

Why is he so special?』

『Summer of 440, Imperial Calendar.

I told him to head to the starting place, but he refused.

Then wouldn’t it be okay to kill him?』

『The guy died.

Stupid bitch.

Protect the empire?

This has no value.

Blood relatives?

It’s all false.

If you ruin your aspirations, you will survive stubbornly.

Die in place of ‘me’?

Bill■■■

■■■

I saw the face of my younger brother whom I had longed to see.

It was a very long distance.

Strangely, I wasn’t happy at all.

A spark blooms in the emotions that I thought were all gone.

Hatred and resentment.

That bitch is probably the culprit for all of this.

Damn you.

A stupid thing.

Lingering■■

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My precious Marviel.』

I smoothed out the faint stains around Mariviel’s name.

Traces that make it easy to tell what the stain was made of.

“Are you okay?”

“…”

I couldn’t easily answer Ingrim’s worried question.

Marviel’s death was already a known fact. But somewhere in her heart she held out hope that she might still be alive. But just now that glimmer of hope was shattered.

I closed the book and returned it to its original place.

‘Marviel.’

I called out the name of the woman I could no longer see.

She also knew that she was Marie Elle’s counterpart, so she thought that all of her behavior toward me was an act. But it wasn’t.

She resisted her assigned role, and with sincerity… If what is written in this book is really true, it seems that Leviel truly loved me.

She felt sorry for herself for having doubted her even for a moment.

“Let’s go out.”

“The color of your face is not good. “I think it would be good to get some rest.”

“Is it that bad?”

“It’s not pale, but it’s not a nice color to look at.”

I lightly tapped my cheek at Ingrim’s honest answer.

“Are you getting a little red now?”

“… “Pick me up.”

Since I was talking so rudely, Ingrim no longer advised me to rest.

“There is a separate exit, so go and get Nuitna. “I’ll be resting until then.”

“Damn.”

Ingrim clicked her tongue and disappeared through the dead end wall to fetch her sister from above.

“Whoa.”

After letting out a short breath, I placed my hand on the book where my warmth still remained.

‘The key probably refers to me.’

Then what I need to pay attention to is ‘the place of beginning.’

Strangely, the moment I saw this word, I was convinced that this was also a place related to me.

And the moment I was confident, the two given clues naturally came together.

It is dark under the lamp.

The place of beginning.

A place that satisfies both of these requirements and is also relevant to me.

A land where the eyes of God cannot reach and the entire continent ignores.

The place where my journey began.