Chapter 370

Chapter 370

Reincarnated User Manual.

Episode 370: Hora Mo Zenzen (9)

The ominous energy felt from afar grew stronger as they passed through the main gate.

“Ugh…”

Yoru mumbled, pressing her temples.

She was naturally strong against demonic energy. Having repeatedly trained while helping Siriel subjugate demonic beasts, she was even stronger now.

Yet, she felt dizzy. The sinister energy scattered throughout Dawn Castle was undoubtedly extraordinary.

Of course, the eeriness was not just from the sinister energy.

‘Why isn’t anyone coming out?’

Siriel’s eyes scanned the silent castle. Memories of her childhood and her coming-of-age ceremony.

Dawn Castle was managed by demons, and anyone was supposed to come out to greet visitors upon their arrival. This rule applied even to family members, and Shiron, whom the demons cherished so much, had always been greeted by Encia.

“…I hoped it was just my imagination.”

Seira smiled weakly. Even though Yura and Lucia couldn’t be reached, she hadn’t rashly concluded that something terrible had happened.

Seira had come here in advance before meeting Siriel. She had hoped it was just her imagination, but even on her second visit, the strangeness persisted.

During the preliminary search two days ago, and now, no one came out to greet them, and the dreadful energy had only intensified.

“There’s no need to see more.”

Siriel, drawing her sword, strode forward. No matter how much they talked outside, nothing would change.

Now that they knew something was wrong, they just had to smash everything.

Clang—

Although she opened the gate as if to tear it down, the main gate of Dawn Castle opened ridiculously easily. The corridors stretching endlessly on both sides were, as expected, devoid of any sign of people.

No, they could be felt.

The nauseating energy made it hard to notice from the outside, but once inside, they could vaguely sense a huge energy swirling together.

Three huge vortexes. Not all of them were the same energy, but each was displaying its own distinct character.

One place emitted a thick, disgusting energy.

Another emitted an incongruously positive energy.

One place had two opposing energies, creating light and shadow.

‘…Is the last one Brother?’

Analyzing the degree of the energy, there was nothing that could specifically identify Shiron.

—————

But Siriel couldn’t help but think so.

In her experience, Shiron Prient had always been at the center of conflict.

The First Prince’s rebellion.

The heretic subjugation.

The Empress’s kidnapping and disappearance, and so on.

Even with his crippled body that couldn’t use mana, he had never hesitated to step forward when incidents occurred, and by the time Siriel heard the news, the incidents were either in progress or already over.

-Huh? Isn’t he totally the mastermind?

The absurd remark her friend Gracie had made flashed through her mind, but she quickly shook her head to dismiss it.

And Siriel’s pace began to quicken.

Because of the unwanted title of the Empire’s Greatest Swordswoman, Siriel had rarely fought alongside Shiron. Due to her busy official duties, Lucia always took the role of fighting by his side.

Secretly disliking her, Siriel’s lips slightly curved upwards as she dashed forward.

‘This time, I’ll show Brother a splendid…’

From the moment she imagined a splendid performance, Siriel’s mind was filled with the ideal scenario of fighting alongside Shiron.

At the end of the rapidly changing scenery, the room they arrived at was the dungeon at the far end of the castle’s basement. Seira, who followed, grimaced at the familiar atmosphere. Siriel didn’t hesitate and smashed the thick iron door to pieces, entering.

“Brother! I’ve come to help…?”

But what was this? In the dungeon, there was no sign of Shiron, let alone the incident Siriel had expected.

Instead, there were two women hanging upside down on torture devices.

Their skirts were flipped up, revealing their bare bottoms.

‘…What is this?’

“Yura!”

While Siriel was dumbfounded, Seira rushed to them in horror.

“Oh my god, what is this! Which bastard! Which son of a bitch did this terrible thing!”

Coming closer, the situation was even worse.

Torture.

Especially sexual torture that left trauma, leading to suicide. The dried liquid on their bare bottoms was too blatant evidence.

It might seem like unnecessary fuss, but Seira was a living witness to the Great War 500 years ago.

She knew what torture was.

The types, the methods, and the aftereffects suffered by the victims.

Even if she tried to forget, her superior intelligence wouldn’t allow it.

“The enemy wasn’t the Demon God, was it?”

Yoru covered the women’s exposed crotches and released their restraints.

Seira and Siriel’s expressions darkened further.

The remnants of the Demon God. A lingering presence that hadn’t left their side since returning from the Demon Realm.

Yoru, as well as Siriel and Seira, had suspected that the culprit was the remnants, but she, like Yura, was a victim of torture.

“…Sei…ra?”

“Yura?! Are you awake?”

“Where… why…”

Yura looked around groggily. She was a heavy sleeper, and having slept upside down, her mind was still hazy amidst the chaos.

Seira’s nose tingled at the sight of her unfocused eyes. Her friend’s state after the terrible torture was awful, but what was even more awful was that the situation didn’t allow her to comfort her.

“Yura? Where’s Shiron? Where is Shiron?!”

“…3rd floor room?”

Yura didn’t know what was going on, but she decided to answer the question. Her mind was still muddled because the remnants had been chattering so much lately, preventing her from getting proper sleep.

“…If the enemy isn’t the Demon God, then who is it?”

Siriel stared at the remnants, who were looking blankly at her. The remnants just had an innocent face, as if they didn’t know anything.

“Enemy? The enemy is on the 3rd floor.”

The three of them widened their eyes simultaneously. It was surprising that the remnants’ vocabulary had improved so much, but more importantly, they couldn’t feel Shiron’s energy where Yura and the remnants had pointed.

Thump… thump… thump… thump…

Rather, the mana wave that could be identified as Shiron’s energy was felt from the library leading to the 2nd floor staircase.

“B, Brother…”

Suddenly, a terrible thought came to mind. Siriel, uncharacteristically, covered her mouth and teared up.

Sacrifice.

The hero’s heart.

An altar with the remnants of the gods hung upon it.

The worst imagination she could conjure was too terrible to even utter.

“I’ll go first!”

That was enough of ominous thoughts. There was no time to hesitate any longer. As Siriel dashed out, Yoru, who couldn’t stop her, looked back.

“Mage! We have to follow her quickly!”

“What is it? Don’t tell me Shiron still hasn’t returned?”

“Don’t say ‘don’t tell me.’ Yura, if you know something, tell us. What’s happening on the 3rd floor?”

“If we stay like this, Shiron will die!”

Crack— The fog in her mind scattered in the wind of anger. Seira was surprised by Yura’s genuinely angry appearance, but she could vaguely grasp what was happening.

Shiron’s crisis.

Seira double-chanted enhancement magic and a barrier. She had no choice, as even the safety of this castle was not verified.

It was certain that the enemy was on the 3rd floor.

But Shiron’s heart? It was still pulsating with a huge amount of energy on the opposite side.

Nowhere in this castle was safe. Demonic beasts lurked outside, and Yura was just an ordinary country girl.

The safest place was by Seira’s side. Yoru nodded and picked up the remnants.

The four of them followed Siriel to the 3rd floor.

—————

With determination, she kicked off the floor. The ground caved in with each step. The stairs were in disarray. The castle vibrated.

The situation was spiraling into the worst possible scenario, beyond Siriel’s expectations. Before coming to Dawn Castle, Siriel had only assumed that Shiron was safe, but she couldn’t understand what was happening.

One second felt like an hour. She never knew the path from the dungeon to the 3rd floor would feel so long.

She couldn’t feel Brother’s energy. The energy was only felt in the opposite direction from where Siriel was heading.

As if tempting her to come this way, it fervently shouted that she wouldn’t be able to meet Shiron Prient if she went that way.

But Siriel didn’t turn back. She decided to trust her companions.

A woman named Yura. Not a woman she particularly liked. But Siriel knew one thing about the feelings Yura had for Shiron Prient.

Her eyes. Her face. Every gesture was markedly different when Shiron was around. The emotions of love and devotion. She wasn’t a woman who would lie about something that could cost Brother his life.

‘Brother… Brother’s scent…!’

Indeed, Yura’s words were true. The higher she went, the more she smelled Brother’s scent. A fishy, musty… yet wildly animalistic scent!

While savoring the scent, she arrived at the 3rd floor corridor.

At the end, the thick door that should have been there was gone. Dozens of shadows were visible, and Siriel could see a man with black hair among them.

“Brother!”

Siriel sprinted forward in one go. She arrived in a desolate space. Siriel’s face was filled with astonishment.

The black-haired man was indeed Shiron, but he was quite different from the Shiron Siriel knew.

“…Siriel?”

Shiron, emaciated, turned to Siriel. His eyes were hollow, and his cheeks were gaunt. His pale face resembled that of a patient who hadn’t eaten or drunk for days.

“Brother! What happened!”

Siriel quickly hugged and supported Shiron. As she held his skeletal hand, a sparkling light entered her view. A diamond ring on his left ring finger…

The ring, which had been snug, was now so loose it seemed it would slip off.

“Si… ri… el…”

Shiron murmured weakly.

His prostate and testicles were on the verge of necrosis. No matter how much he replenished his fluids, the amount he had expelled from his lower body was too much.

“Brother. It’s okay, I’m here. Rest now.”

A wicked plan to end the hero’s bloodline.

Dozens of maids standing on their hands.

In the hell that had descended upon the present world, Siriel smiled through her tears. Tears like beads dripped down. Just by checking his pulse, she knew what state Shiron was in.

At that moment.

“Lady Siriel, you have to follow the order.”

Ophilia, who had stopped standing on her hands, approached. White fluid dripped between her legs. Siriel, wiping her tears, raised her head.

“Follow the order?”

“After we’re done, it’s Lady Lucia’s turn.”

“…What?”

“Oh, is it finally my turn?”

At that voice, her gaze snapped around. Lucia was walking towards them, stripping off her clothes.

“The order? What are you talking about?”

“Siriel?”

“Answer me, Lucia. Did you also participate in making Brother like this?”

Siriel’s sharp gaze turned to Lucia. Lucia’s red hair and spine bristled.

Something was screwed up.

But Lucia thought it wasn’t too late. If she explained well from now on, she could clear up Siriel’s misunderstanding and still achieve the happy ending of a threesome with her step-sister and cousin, which Shiron enjoyed…

“What do you mean? Of course, it’s sex.”

Lucia’s face froze.