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83.07% My 13th Reincarnation: The Gods Won't Let Me Die / Chapter 54: A Place In the World

Capítulo 54: A Place In the World

Stepping back through the gate to Rosewood feels odd. There's a pang of nostalgia as I lay eyes on the tree-shaped houses, the cozy brick paths, and the academy building floating high above us.

The part that we arrive in looks just as it did prior to the attack. It's almost uncanny.

"Rosewood is our oldest city, Seb. It's existed longer than I've been alive. It was even here before the human-elven wars. The council wasn't going to let it stay destroyed for long."

"How did they grow new trees so quickly?" Elizabeth wonders, curiously.

"They just got our researchers to speed up the growth using magic. I received a letter about it some time ago, but I just ignored it."

"You didn't want to help?" she asks.

"Nah, I've got better things to do than growing plants."

"Like helping me destroy a critical trading port?" I ask, sarcastically.

Vol bursts into laughter and continues chuckling all the way down the street.

Nearing the edge of the city, we see more of the renovation work still in progress. Groups of elves replacing bricks on the street or planting seeds in places where the grass was torn up. One of the brick-layers shouts over to an elf in a chestplate.

"Vouve, go to the brickyard and tell them to prep another shipment! We're almost out here."

"Got it."

Vouve? I feel like I've heard that name before, but all these elven "V" names are starting to get confusing. The elf named Vouve walks towards us, apparently to pass us, before suddenly stopping dead in his tracks.

"Master Vol!" he exclaims in surprise. All the chatter and work around us comes to a stop as people recognize Vol.

He chuckles uncomfortably, "Ahaha, please, don't stop on my behalf."

Ah, right. This man, Vouve, was one of the guards from Sheere village. One of Vale's friends. They really brought in hands from everywhere to help rebuild Rosewood. Still, he doesn't seem to recognize me. I guess the burnt scalp and crispy skin makes me pretty hard to recognize.

A woman, slightly taller than even Vol, stops in front of us and gives a quick, professional bow of the head.

"Back to work," she says, clapping her hands. "Master Vol. For what reason do you honor us with a visit on this day?"

Her ears, eyes and head all end in sharp points, and she's wearing a parted, plain dress. Her posture is similar to that of the councilmembers, though she's clearly not as high ranking. A manager or regional leader, probably.

"Ah, I'm just here on personal business," Vol says, still looking a bit uncomfortable with the reception, "We're looking for a young girl. I gave her a recommendation letter some time ago."

"Oh?" she says, apparently taken off guard, but quickly recovering.

"The human, yes, of course. She has been assisting the general office with planning. I believe she's currently leading the restructuring in the south."

Leading?

A little while later, having followed the tall woman's directions, we arrive at a park-like area. Unlike the rest of the autumn-colored Rosewood, the park is divided into four sections, one for each season. A thin stream runs smoothly through the areas, various animals occasionally stopping to drink from it.

We pass by a few couples having picnics on the summer grass, and a few kids playing with snow in the winter section.

"Uhm... I'm fairly certain those berries are poisonous to eat, miss," a professional-sounding male says.

"I know, but they're really colorful! Look! Aren't they pretty?" a cheery young voice replies.

"Well, uh, I suppose, yes?"

Crossing the bridge into the spring section, I spot a young human girl lying in the grass and laughing as a perplexed elf stands in the shade of the tree.

I almost didn't recognize her at first. No longer in her nun robes, and happily giggling, Colette is almost like a different person. Still laughing, she doesn't notice us approaching. The well-dressed elven escort does, however.

"Master Vol," he exclaims, jerking into an upright position. This seems to be the reaction wherever we go. "Miss Colette, you have visitors."

"Huh?" Colette looks confused at him, and then over at us, her expression slowly changing into one of pure joy.

"Hello, Colette. Are you settling in well?" Vol asks her, parentally.

"Yup!" she says, getting to her feet and brushing off her yellow sundress. "Oh! I never did get to thank you for the recommendation, by the way, so... thank you!"

"It's no problem. What's this I hear about you helping lead the rebuilding effort?"

"Oh, yeah! I thought I was going to do some sort of manual labor, but they really liked some of my ideas and - well - here I am!" she smiles, stretching her arms wide to the park around us.

"You designed this?" I ask.

"Yeah! I just thought it was a shame nobody here ever really got to see the other seasons! They have some really impressive magicians here, though! I've never seen anything like it at the church. It's much nicer here," she says, smiling broadly.

"It seems like you've found your place in the world," Elizabeth says.

"Yeah~ I think I have."


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Capítulo 55: The Councilman

"Of course! I don't mind at all," Colette says, gesturing to the well-dressed elf.

From the back of her surprisingly tidy closet, he pulls the black nun robes and hands them to Vol. Apparently, he's both Colette's butler and bodyguard, as appointed by the elven council.

"What do you need them for?" she asks, interestedly.

"It's rather complicated."

I have a hunch that there may be some form of magic embedded in the clothes the nuns wear. Something that keeps out the celestial light. That would allow them to communicate with the gods in the celestial realm without the migraines we've been experiencing every time.

We're lucky that Colette still has her old nun robes. Otherwise, we'd have needed to steal some from the church. That could have gotten rather messy.

As we wave goodbye to Colette, we proceed up the newly bricked streets of Rosewood. We soon pass the massive chains keeping the academy in place, and take the "elevator" up to the academy entrance.

Entering the main hall, I notice that the long cracks in the academy marble are still there from when Elizabeth's sword struck the floor. It's good to be back.

"Ma-master Vol!" a man exclaims, stunned.

Here we go again.

Once half the academy has finally finished greeting Vol, we enter his old office, where he lays the girl's clothes out on a table.

Vol leans over the table, studying the robes carefully. I notice that his eyes have the same far-away stare that they did when he was confirming my collapsed mana store.

"Thoughts?" I ask, as Vol studies the robes carefully.

"Nothing," he says, looking confused, "There are no spells or engravings or anything."

Was I wrong? Is there really nothing special about these clothes? I trust Vol's judgement, but something still feels off about them. I can't quite put my finger on it, though.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Elizabeth approaching the robes.

"Any ideas?" I ask her as she kneels down.

Silently, she takes hold of a loose thread, slowly unravelling it until it pulls away. She holds it up under the light, rotating it slowly.

"Elizabeth?"

"Look," she says, rotating it again, "This side isn't reflecting any light."

Vol and I move up beside her and look closely at the thin thread as she rotates it.

She's right.

One side of the thread reflects light normally, but the other seems completely dark, even under direct light.

"How very interesting," Vol mumbles, "I wonder how that works."

"Unfortunately, we don't have time to study it."

There isn't long until the meeting of the greater gods and figuring out how to make this could take weeks or months.

"Let's unravel the robes," I decide. "Then we'll use the thread to make something to cover us."

"Eh, Seb, I'm not sure there are enough threads in a child's clothes to cover Elizabeth and I, too."

That's true. I guess it came to this, anyway.

"Fine, let's keep it intact. I'll wear it as is. We can steal some more robes from the church in Tayde for you two."

"I can ask Jonas," Elizabeth suggests, "He won't mind robbing them."

Work for me. Less dirty work.

Leaving Vol's office, we find the entrance hall packed. We were only in there for a few minutes, though. Somebody probably tipped off the council.

"Welcome back, Vol."

An elf who looks to be middle-aged steps out from the the perfect line of councilmembers. How old does an elf have to be to look middle-aged? Vol is 1400 years old, but barely looks 30, so this man might very well be nearing 3000.

Finally, somebody older than me.

"There's no need for this," Vol says, "I'm just on my way out."

"You're leaving? Again?"

"I'm in the middle of something important."

"And what is it this time? Destroying another port?"

The council doesn't seem too happy. A few of them glance annoyedly at myself and Elizabeth.

"No, nothing of the sort. Now, if you'll excuse us," Vol says, leading us toward the exit.

"Hold it."

A group of soldiers blocks our path to the exit.

Vol looks back at the councilmembers, his eyebrow raised.

"You have been given free reign for too long, Vol. You have abused your position. You will stay with the academy or you will face expulsion from Rosewood."

I know the council aren't the biggest fans of us, but they've been generally supportive of our work so far. Why are they suddenly making such an extreme turn?

"In accordance with paragraph 4 of the council foundation article: 'Permanent expulsion of a former council member is not permitted except in the event of high treason.'" Vol retorts. "What exactly do you claim that I have done?"

The greatest magic researcher of all time, founder of Tayde, is also a former elven council member? I guess that explains why everyone seems to revere Vol so much.

Still, if what he says is true, I'll be interested to hear exactly what their reason is.

"You have vouched for the permanent stay of Sebastian Malt, knowing full well that his collapsed mana store would attract monsters and heighten spawns in the area."

Wait, what?

"You have concealed this information despite the appearance of a greater monster and the destruction it wrought upon us in its search for the individual known as Sebastian Malt, Stencil Marakov, and Shawl."

Wait. Hold on.

"You are therefore guilty of harboring and protecting the man responsible for the obliteration of the elven capital city, Rosewood."

What the fuck?


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