The Reincarnated Extra Chapter 159: A Personal Story

A Personal Story

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Well then, Emi.

Let begin with a proper self-introduction.

My na is Nare.

Nare Luclees.

The head of the Luclees family.

A 16-year-old girl.

…At least, physically.

The Luclees family owns and has managed the Makaringis ore mines in this country of Saryunas for generations as a prestigious household.

As the sole daughter, I was an elite promised a future from birth.

Naturally, I was strictly disciplined by my mother, the previous head.

Mother…Torre Luclees was capable at work, but lacked emotion and was inept at handling personal matters.

She was quite hard on her subordinates like Doj and the sa went for my father, that man Sarelka.

Especially since my father was utterly incompetent at work.

That man was actually the fourth son of a wealthy rchant family and should have received a decent education.

But his ek personality clashed severely with my arrogant, cold-hearted mother’s, leaving him unable to perform in that environnt… That may be true, but still.

Whenever she saw Sarelka’s face, Mother would heap scorn on him, and that man could only shrink back without retort.

To , that was the very definition of a married couple.

From the start, I was raised in quite a warped family environnt.

In the end, that man moved into the household of his mistress Fateu and stopped returning to this manor.

But Mother just left that man be.

In Mother’s mind, his role was likely finished the mont I was born.

She paid no heed to the half-sisters born around my age.

Now, while Mother was like that, her end was quite abrupt.

There was a cave-in accident in the mines, you see.

Mother had gone for an inspection and got caught up in that accident, never returning.

I was shocked and saddened.

No matter how harsh a person Torre Luclees was, she was still my mother.

My only family.

Father?

I couldn’t consider soone who never returned ho as family, could I?

In any case, I was just a helpless young girl back then.

Just an ordinary young girl mourning her mother’s death.

Which is why I was utterly shocked and indignant when that man Sarelka suddenly ca to demanding I relinquish the family headship to him as the father.

In this country, the family headship is inherited by the legitimate child.

For the live-in husband Sarelka to succeed this family, he needed my consent as the legitimate child.

Of course, that wasn’t an impossible scenario.

I may have been strictly disciplined by Mother, but I was still just a 16-year-old girl.

With ti to mature and gain experience, having my father handle the duties as proxy would be understandable.

Normally, it would be an acceptable arrangent.

Except the person in question was an incompetent manchild who never returned ho.

Naturally, I couldn’t accept such a demand.

I quite rudely berated him, calling him a joke.

You know what that man did then?

He took out a knife from his pocket and said, “Do as I say unless you want to die!”

Hahaha, thinking back, it’s quite impressive that cowardly man mustered the courage for that.

Apparently Fateu had instigated him, but it was still uncharacteristic behavior nonetheless.

For a cowardly father to muster the courage to point a blade at his own daughter – it’s just not a funny joke at all, is it?

Hm?

What’s wrong Emi, have you had your father point a blade at you too?

Hahaha, my condolences then!

It makes feel unexpectedly empathetic toward you.

In any case, as for , the daughter Nare Luclees who had a knife pointed at her back then was just a helpless young girl.

Seeing that sudden transformation from the usually ek man, I beca utterly terrified.

So I fled.

To the head’s study room.

And locked myself in there, beginning my seclusion.

Fortunately, the manor’s keys were kept in the study room, so that man could no longer lay a hand on .

Trapped in that room, I just trembled in terror.

Having been raised by my harsh mother’s personality, even I as her daughter was disliked within the manor.

I had no allies. I couldn’t trust anyone.

Utterly confused, unable to think of anything, I just trembled.

That state continued for about a week.

Food?

There were so baked goods on the shelves in the study room, so I survived on those.

For water, I ate the snow piled on the windowsill.

During that week, Sarelka did quite a few outrageous things.

First, he announced to everyone that I had “followed after Mother in death.”

That was an utterly thoughtless move, you see.

If I stepped outside, that lie would be imdiately exposed.

But Sarelka had been instigated by Fateu to “kill if he couldn’t steal the family headship.”

Since I had fled into seclusion, he couldn’t convey that to his mistress, so he lied instead.

Such reckless, spontaneous actions were so like that man.

Sarelka then brought his mistress’s family into this manor to begin living here.

There were no servants who objected.

The long-serving retainers loyal to the Luclees family had already been dismissed by Sarelka.

As for the remaining servants, it seed they had lost all loyalty to the family due to my harsh mother’s personality.

This staff purge apparently proceeded astonishingly smoothly.

Now, as for , after being cooped up in that room for a week, my mind finally cald down a bit and the baked goods ran out.

I had no choice but to eventually leave the room.

Were you surprised?

When I peeked outside, Fateu and Keranko were behaving as they owned the place while most of the familiar servants were gone.

Even a young girl could tell this was bad.

But in my hurry back then, I noticed there was still one servant remaining from my mother’s ti.

So I secretly sought help from that man.

That man was Doj.

Seeing , Doj was quite surprised.

After being told I had died, suddenly having that very person visit his room in the dead of night would obviously shock anyone.

So what did Doj do?

Despite his surprise, he invited into his room.

And urged to have a seat and calm down first.

The simpleminded young girl that I was, I let my guard down and readily sat in the offered chair.

And Doj, seeing drop my guard, killed .

That’s right, Doj was the first to kill .

He struck the back of my head in one blow using an ornant in the room.

It really hurt.

By the way, don’t you think that staff purge went too smoothly, even if they disliked Mother?

Sarelka really was that incompetent at work, you see.

He couldn’t have done all that alone.

There was soone helping him, and that was Doj.

What’s more, Doj, who was in an intimate relationship with Sarelka’s mistress Fateu, had instilled this in Fateu:

“If Nare is gone, Sarelka will beco the head of the Luclees family. That way, the family’s money and power will be under Fateu’s control.”

That’s why Fateu instigated Sarelka to try to steal the family headship from .

In other words, the mastermind was Doj.

To have trusted such a man and let my guard down, I was truly a hopelessly foolish young girl.

So then.

Originally, this foolish young girl was supposed to be killed, the Luclees family devoured by those fools, and ruined.

That was supposed to happen.

But then, a miracle occurred.

…The rewinding of ti.

I was more than just surprised, I was utterly dumbfounded.

I definitely should have been killed by Doj.

I even rember that pain.

And yet, I found myself trembling in seclusion in the head’s study room once more.

Grasping the situation, of course I was elated.

And I thanked the heavens.

Thank you.

Now, I could redo my life.

Reclaim what had been taken from .

It was an exhilarating feeling.

……In reality, I had been cast into hell.

Imdiately, I took action.

First, I visited Sarelka.

This couldn’t continue.

I pleaded for him to stop his illegitimate takeover of the family.

Looking back now, it was such a foolish act that it’s ludicrous.

Of course Sarelka wouldn’t accept my claims.

If he did, his own ruination awaited him afterward.

Naturally, there was no reasoning with Sarelka.

The mont he saw my face, that man drew “Agzeliary” and tried to cut down.

And I was killed once more, my second death.

This was probably the shortest ti between the loop rewinding and my death.

Next.

The servants I tried to rely on killed .

My unreliable father tried to kill too.

There were no allies within the manor.

So what to do?

Having obtained another chance through the ti rewind, I considered my options.

And I decided to seek outside help.

I secretly slipped out of the manor and appealed the Luclees family’s situation to the authorities, you see.

Hm?

You’re saying I shouldn’t have been able to leave the manor, enveloped in haze and unable to go anywhere?

Hahaha, indeed, that’s how it is now.

But it wasn’t always like that.

Even as ti repeated, I could leave the manor, and people outside continued living their normal lives.

In any case, I appealed to the authorities.

It caused quite an uproar.

Attempted murder against a prestigious family’s daughter, and a household takeover.

Sarelka’s actions were clearly grave cris.

That man was promptly arrested.

And Fateu who had instigated him, along with the mastermind Doj behind the scenes, were also arrested.

The Luclees family was safely returned to my hands.

Thank goodness, I thought it would all be resolved!

……But unfortunately, it didn’t turn out that way.

There was soone who took issue with this outco and harbored intense resentnt toward .

That person was Karashia.

From her perspective, the position of heir to a prestigious family that should have fallen into her lap by chance was inexplicably snatched away by .

Well, not snatched away, just restored to its proper form, but still.

In any case, she resented deeply.

Ah, Karashia and Keranko weren’t involved in Fateu and Doj’s sche at all, so those sisters were just banished from the manor, not arrested.

By appealing for help from the authorities like I did, it was inevitable I would beco enemies with Karashia.

Things would go smoothly at first, so I tried this thod several tis, but no matter what, Karashia would end up killing in the end.

Sotis she cut down with “Agzeliary,” her father’s keepsake.

Sotis she poisoned my food.

Sotis she used explosives in a suicide attack to blow up.

That woman would co after to kill with trendous determination, no matter what.

She’s seriously dangerous.

Absolutely terrifying.

Since Karashia herself didn’t commit any cris until she killed , I couldn’t have her arrested beforehand.

Even if I hired bodyguards to increase my defenses, she would find an opening and kill .

She was truly an unmanageable woman.

Through all this, after being killed over and over and over again, I honestly stopped caring about the family affairs.

Until then, I had thought about inheriting and passing down this long-standing Luclees family to the next generation and so on…

But honestly?

More than the family, I just wanted to live a peaceful life for myself.

That’s a normal desire, right?

So I tried to flee.

I secretly slipped out of the manor, intending to escape sowhere far away.

But that didn’t work out either.

Fundantally, it was winter season.

A harsh ti for an inexperienced young girl to travel far.

On top of that, terrifying monsters lived in this area.

Have you heard of the Ranrananga White Lizards?

Lizards that act in groups and can even move in winter.

They’re hailed as “symbols of hardy life force undefeated by ice and snow,” and their forms are even engraved on the family’s treasured heirloom ring passed down for generations.

These things would obstruct my journey, you see.

No matter how I changed the ti or route, whenever I tried to leave this small country, they would invariably attack .

Unfortunately, I had no combat training.

Each ti they attacked, I was easily killed.

What a ss, right?

Being eaten alive was quite the harsh experience.

No matter what I tried, it didn’t work out.

I couldn’t escape.

And yet ti kept repeating over and over.

Gradually, my heart beca steeped in despair.

I stopped caring about anything.

Even when ti rewound and I returned to the head’s study room, I lost all motivation to take action.

In which case, this is what would happen – before I starved to death, Sarelka would have a master key made to enter.

Seeing utterly devoid of will to live or resist, that man judged harmless and began confining to a room in the manor.

A nuisance to keep alive, but he didn’t want to soil his own hands if possible.

Quite the typical cowardly, passive manifestation of malice from that man.

Ironically, this confined life ended up being the one allowing to live the longest.

But unfortunately, while long-lived, it was also the most painful life.

Food was only provided in the bare minimum amounts to avoid starvation.

Moreover, after so ti, my existence would be discovered by Fateu and the others.

From then on, it was terrible.

Daily tornt and abuse.

Vicious violence inflicted, then abandoned.

Keranko was especially cruel.

Karashia was dangerous, but Keranko was dangerous too.

How could she inflict such violence on a helpless person with a smile on her face?

My confinent always ended with Keranko’s cheerful smile.

……Truly.

I was utterly exhausted.

Repeating hell over and over and over and over again.

But you know.

At so point, I realized sothing interesting.

I discovered an incredibly amusing, refreshing, and delightful way to view this show!