Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Reincarnated User Manual.

Episode 391: W-IFSS: Kyrie’s Dilemma (1)

“I was tricked!”

In the forest, where the low chirping of insects echoed, Kyrie slammed down her wooden cup sloshing with liquor.

Across the campfire, a silver-haired elf let out a sigh.

Here we go again.

It had been almost two years since she’d left the forest’s secret chambers, and it could be said that Seira had gradually blended into the party of heroes.

She had come to realize that there were truly terrible people in the world.

That the devastation of the Great War did not discriminate between elves, humans, or dwarves.

That chaotic times called for heroes.

And that those she journeyed with were the ones worthy of putting an end to this Great War.

“Don’t you think so too, Seira? This is a scam, right?!”

Of course, it wasn’t only the bright sides she’d come to know.

From the outside, they may seem like nothing but noble and magnificent beings—but once you become part of the group, you can’t help but learn their flaws.

“…Why aren’t you saying anything?”

For example…

Things like Kyrie’s drunken rants.

“You think I’m joking just because I’ve been drinking?”

“Hey, if you’re drunk, just go to sleep.”

Seira, however, wasn’t particularly troubled by it.

Her casual way of responding was proof that, regardless of how incredibly powerful the girl before her was, she was someone Seira could treat with ease.

“Tch. You’re always telling me to sleep.”

Kyrie pouted and turned her head away at Seira’s retort.

See? She looked this foolish.

She was taller than Seira—who was already tall for a woman—well-developed in the chest, and the glances she sometimes threw carried a strange allure and intensity. But she still showed the immaturity of a child.

Considering she was hundreds of years younger than Seira, it was natural she’d be treated like a kid. That said, Kyrie was technically an adult by human standards. (It’s been about seven years since Kyrie left her village, so she claims she’s a proper adult now.)

No matter how drunk she was, she was far too old for childish tantrums.

Too old to pout just because she didn’t like Seira’s cold response.

But there was a reason Kyrie threw this kind of tantrum—something close to drunken whining.

Every time she drank, or when she was alone with Seira…

Even if she didn’t say it, the reason was obvious.

…Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

—Mmm…♡ Huff! Kyah♡! Haa…♡!

How could she not know?

—G-Gently! What if the others find out?!

—Huff… Aren’t you the one being too loud? Maybe you should tone it down.

—I-I don’t know! It just leaks out on its own♡♡!!

The lewd sounds echoing from the forest.

The heated passion was obvious from their voices alone…

It was painfully clear what Kyrie’s dilemma was.

The hero party originally had four members.

Yura. Hyun-jun. Kyrie. Seira.

The reason only Kyrie and Seira were sitting by the fire now was because ‘Yura’ and ‘Hyun-jun’ had gone off to handle their “private business.”

‘I’m the one getting all hot from this.’

Even though Hyun-jun and Yura had the decency to go quite a distance away, the problem was their presence was still obvious enough for someone with Seira’s superhuman senses to notice.

And for Kyrie, whose senses were even sharper than Seira’s, it was all the worse.

Never mind that she was at an age where one’s curiosity about sex would naturally bloom—Seira also knew that those two were like parents to Kyrie.

It wasn’t exactly easy to pretend not to notice your mom and dad’s sex life.

So it made sense that Kyrie took every opportunity to drunkenly whine to Seira.

“Sigh, it’s just so unfair. Really.”

“Go to bed, seriously.”

“I thought you’d understand me since you’re in the same position.”

“…”

“I’m going to bed.”

But still,

All Seira could tell Kyrie today was to go to sleep.

Even though she knew exactly what was bothering her, that was all she could do.

—Clean it up.

—…You sure it’s not going to drip?

—Should I use a hygiene spell?

Sounds of rustling from the distant bushes signaled the end of their rendezvous. And soon after, the two lovers emerged beside Seira, clearing their throats.

“Yawn… It’s pretty late, huh.”

“Uh… oh? We went pretty far on our patrol.”

Yawning, Seira asked the question, and Yura scratched her cheek, replying awkwardly.

“So, anything out there?”

“Nothing! Maybe word’s gotten around about us! Not a single demon in sight!”

“…Then I’m heading to bed. Take over the night watch.”

“Good job out there, Seira.”

Hyun-jun waved as Seira turned away mid-yawn. She made her way toward the tent where Kyrie was softly snoring.

—Think they noticed?

—I think we’re in the clear?

—…Wanna go again after we’re in bed?

—S-Should we?

‘They’re still not done?!’

Voices whispered behind her, but Seira showed no reaction. Before entering the tent, she double-checked something.

—O-Oppa…

Schlick– Creak–

“Ahem… You awake?”

—…

“I’m coming in, okay?”

Inside, Kyrie was curled up like a worm in her blanket, pretending to sleep. Seira ignored the lingering heat in the air and lay down beside her.

“…”

The unbearable awkwardness.

But even now, Seira said nothing to ‘those two.’

No—more accurately, she couldn’t say anything.

She wouldn’t be able to tell them to stop screwing around tomorrow, or the next day, or even a year from now.

She couldn’t tell them to quit self-indulgence just because their bones were getting brittle.

Part of her didn’t want to ruin the mood. If their fighting broke up the party, who would save the world?

Creak…

So instead—

“Seira? You awake?”

“…”

All Seira could do was—

Creak—Creak—

As a girl in the thick of adolescence—

“…Ugh. Nghk!”

—make sure she didn’t take her own life.

“……Huu.”

‘You idiot. How could I possibly sleep like this?!’

As an adult, Seira pretended not to notice.