I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated

Chapter 347.1 - Side Story: Myrellia (I)

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Side Myrellia

The last thing I remember was a white light covering my vision. A divine and abominable light. It was the light of divine punishment that took my life away.

It’s strange. It felt like that happened a long time ago. But it’s not unreasonable. Five hundred years have passed since then. In other words, I failed.

What a mess. I was so close to achieving my dream… My mind coated with despair, I feel the reign of the Evil Gods strengthening. Still, I was able to remain conscious without being completely controlled by the Evil Gods because of a slight glimmer of hope.

I was told by Linford that the Magnolia name is still around today. And that even my name has been passed down. I couldn’t contain my laughter when I was told about the myths which were full of mistakes.

The love between me and my lover quickly cooled off. He abandoned me for fear of the beasts around him, and I wasn’t so vigorous enough to continue loving the man who abandoned me either.

It was around that time that everything in this world became indifferent to me. Losing motivation, I began to live a self-degrading life. Supposedly in the myths, I ended up as a wife of a certain noble. What a dull life!

However, in reality the story didn’t end there. I have met my destiny. It’s a boy born between my former lover who abandoned me and a prostitute who was enslaved to a marriage fraud.

I was captivated the moment I saw him. Is that what motherhood is? The fact that the image of my beloved man remains, albeit at such a time, maybe it’s one of the reasons why I was interested. Anyway, I wondered how could there be such a sweet, cute and lovable being. It’s strange that I didn’t think about such a thing when I saw other children.

From that moment on, only the child’s happiness mattered to me. So I didn’t kill those two. I heard that children needed both their parents. Otherwise, I would have already killed my former lover and that prostitute who was afraid to earn my disgrace and tried to kill that child.

But things didn’t work in my favour. My father had clearly begun to run amok. Apparently, my request to marry a human caused the beastmen in the country to distrust the Beast King family. He tried to hold it down with force as a civil war was on the verge of breaking out.

Eventually, my father turned to a forbidden power to protect his position. He tried to unlock the seal of the wicked god’s tomb, which was under the control of the royal family, and use that power as his own. However, ironically, it was I who ended up endangering the beast royal family as the priestess of the Evil God. Dedicated to the Evil God as a sacrifice, I was revived by the power of the Evil God and for some reason ended up becoming a shrine maiden of the Evil God.

Whether or not I was still myself. Whether I was just a puppet controlled by the Evil God or not. Even if I ask myself the question,I can’t get an answer. And then, I suddenly realized. That I gained power. It was the power to fulfill a great desire. That one wish still remained, smoldering in my chest.

Then, what is there to hesitate about? I decided to harness even the power of the Evil Gods.

First I offer my father a deal. Instead of wielding the power of the Evil God for the Beast King family, he asked for the elimination of all the human exclusionists so that that child could live happily in this country. Eventually, my father conspired with me to thoroughly suppress the anti-humanists in the country. The other black cat tribes easily changed sides when I gained power. It was hilarious to see those who previously accused me of being a filthy woman who had mingled with so many humans, and yet they didn’t even try to hide their filthy desires, and they all wanted to shake my hand in order to gain power. Don’t they know which one was dirtier?

But I was betrayed again. My former lover fled to the kingdom of Bashar with that boy. Behind the scenes, his kingdom seemed to be pulling the strings. And then he held that kid hostage and came at me. He asked for help in weakening the beastly nation.

I had no choice but to obey. Instead of wishing for the child’s safety, he set up his own army and carried out all the pro-war movements who were planning to invade the army and invade the Bashar Kingdom.

At the request of the army from the beast kingdom, he sent the army of the beasts to attack and annihilate the army from the Bashar Kingdom with a pincer attack.

We also gave them everything they wanted, including rewriting the borders of the other side through post-war reparations and such. By that time, my father had already been brainwashed by me, so I could do whatever I wanted about it.

But perhaps because of their injuries, the human exclusionists were greatly reduced in strength, and I, who had given my soul, gained more power through the Evil Gods. All that was left was to get that child back from the Bashar Kingdom, and my wish will finally come true. If that white light hadn’t taken my life, it would have happened.

It seems that all of the people who had even the slightest trace of the Evil God’s factor entering their lives were also eliminated by divine punishment. Ha ha ha, good grief! The one that hit us the hardest was the black cat tribe, who were supposed to be our own people. Everyone, adults and children alike, called me vulgar and threw rocks at me. I should have destroyed them all anyway.

And 500 years later. I would be awakened and dominated by Linford. It was a humiliation to be used by such a man, but he certainly piqued my interest when he said that the descendants of that child remained in the present Bashar kingdom. I can’t see that child anymore, but what of it? But the moment I saw that child’s descendant, I lost interest.

Their spirit was so distorted that they looked only like puppets. Originally, the Magnolia family had been educated to instill patriotism. But now they’ve gone too far and it was nothing but pure brainwashing.

In the end I met that child again. His appearance was not similar, his hair and eyes different. But, the moment I saw him, I had the same ticklish feeling as when I met that child. Romeo, the just-born son of the Magnolia family. Did the blood of that child flow through his? That was the moment when I found a new purpose in life.

And I noticed. As it was, this Romeo would eventually become a puppet of the Bashar kingdom just like Johan. That was the only thing that must be stopped.

I’ve fallen into the role of Linford’s servant, but I’ve been granted a modicum of authority. I began to take action to achieve my own desires, despite Linford’s wishes.

The first thing I did was to negotiate with the current king of Bashar. I cooperated with him for the good of his country, and we made a promise that Romeo would be handed over to me when his wishes were fulfilled. No, if I designate Romeo, the country and Linford and others could take that kid hostage.

Instead I told the King that I wanted Magnolia’s bloodline to summon my former lover’s spirit. And since an innocent soul was better, I would like to receive Romeo intact if possible. It seems that the shrine maiden of the Evil God was likely to say that. Thanks to that, King Bashar seemed to think that I was trying to sacrifice Romeo. Well, it will be great if they misunderstood until the end. It’s just a matter of time before I get my hands on Romeo anyway.

The wishes of the Kingdom of Bashar. It’s a way of subduing the beastly nation, our sworn enemy, and rising above it. For the Bashar Kingdom, which had always been frightened by the shadow of invasion from the Beastman Nation, it could be said to be a long-cherished wish of the Bashar Kingdom.