Just A Reincarnation Story (Summoning Japan Edition)

Chapter 92: Means and Ends

You are being dragged back to Tempestamens (Month 10) 14, 1616 Central Calendar. Blame Amatsu-Mikaboshi for this, that bastard is interfering with the narrative!

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06:30

Coemeterium Occidentale, Xenosgram District, Runepolis

Accompanied by the symphony of morning birds chirping, the initial glimmers of light were starting to appear on the horizon, with sunrise due in just six minutes. There is something about that particular ball of plasma in that its rise is always somewhat comforting, no matter how strange or eerie the setting might be. Probably it's just a yellow dwarf thing.

Legiel Roguerider's eyes moved from the celestial canopy to the figure of a man standing alone in the center of the cemetery. This place was a somber expanse of graves, but it was the sight of the man among the disintegrating corpses of all sorts of Minus Energy Monsters that caught Legiel's attention. His back was turned on him, shoulders drooped and almost still against the dark silhouette of the towering oak trees.

The August Star of Heaven. God of Nothing, Protector of Nobody. A deity without a home, hated by everyone.

How the haughty have fallen.

Oh yes, Legiel is able to mock him to his heart's content without suffering from the repercussions. Hence, every single word coming out of his mouth is an insult. Legiel is Pestilence, one of the Four Horsemen. There is no need to be afraid of consequences when the very concept of 'consequence' itself is scared shitless of him.

The disheveled state and the atmosphere around him could only be surmised as pathetic, but the silhouette of Amatsu-Mikaboshi standing amidst the twisted abominations that slowly disintegrated into golden particles of Hope swirling around him made it loop back into being beautiful, somehow.

Reaching for the device strapped around his waist—oh yes, he has one too—Legiel disengaged the function that held his white and golden suit of armor together. His form shimmered for a moment, then dissolved into thin air, leaving Legiel clad in his usual attire. With his armor out of the way, he moved with a languid grace toward the other man, Ace Roguerider.

"Worked up quite a sweat out here. Would kill for a shower," Legiel called out. "You, though, I do hope you're tidying yourself up; wouldn't want anyone at the house to panic when they see you looking like this."

Ace remained still, though the faint signs of breathing were a reassurance that he was alive, at least. However—

"Hm..."

Something on the ground drew Legiel's attention, causing him to halt in his approach. In the dim light, he noticed a shape that seemed oddly out of place amidst the disintegrating remnants of the Minus Energy Monsters. He knelt down and picked it up, raising an eyebrow at how this familiar object was now lying there where it didn't belong.

What do we have here? Legiel turned the object over in his hands. Oh, it was Ace's severed left arm, the edges of the wound still raw, as though it had been torn away with sheer brute force rather than precision.

Right. Ace was supposed to know Overhaul better than Meteos, but between him, Ace, and the monsters, it was a wild night. No wonder this younger brother of his looked like he'd seen better days.

As soon as he reached him, Legiel quickly cast the Overhaul spell. With his signature red and black lightning whenever he uses his power, Legiel's hands hovered over the severed limb and the stump, starting to reverse the dismemberment within seconds. While there's also the option of creating an entirely new arm using the same spell, there's no reason to deliberately choose the more difficult path as long as the original is still there.