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The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

Episode 290: Let’s Have Some Fun

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“Bagira-sama, it seems it has begun.”

“Seems like it, doesn’t it?”

When Lewis, accompanied by Rei and the others, used teleportation magic to move to the plaza.

Bagira and Wilhelm realized that the day had finally arrived thanks to Lewis using barrier magic, and Bagira stood up from the sofa he was sitting on.

“How’s the handling squad?”

“Yes. They’re on standby and ready to move whenever needed.”

“Then there’s no problem.”

Listening to Wilhelm’s report, Bagira changed his clothes, grabbed a weapon hanging on the wall, and slowly walked toward the room’s door.

“Shall I accompany you?”

“No, I’ll go alone.”

“Understood. I shall wait here for your return.”

“Yeah.”

With that, Bagira left the room, seen off by Wilhelm as he headed towards the plaza where Lewis was.

“Sigh, I’ve gone and killed so many. The number of our kind has decreased again after it had just increased.”

Arriving in the center of the plaza, where Lewis’s magic power could be felt, Bagira shattered the barrier, and the overwhelming smell of blood that filled the area hit his nostrils.

The first thing he saw was his fellow kin desperately fleeing from something, ignoring Bagira completely as they passed him by, escaping somewhere.

Next, he laid eyes on a horrifying pile of corpses of his kin who had been brutally slaughtered, the ground stained a deep crimson that obscured its original color.

“Well, someone sure went all out with this one.”

Then, the one responsible for this situation, covered head to toe in fresh blood, stared at the newly arrived Bagira with a left eye soaked in blood and a golden eye that shone beautifully and mysteriously like the moon.

No, what he was really looking at was even deeper.

It was the fleeing demons still struggling to escape, who he began to reach out towards slowly, extending his arm and drawing a line with his index finger.

“Tch.”

In that instant, a chill ran down Bagira’s spine as he shot up into the air, and the next moment, terrified screams erupted behind him, only to be followed by an eerie silence.

“Ha-ha! No mercy shown, huh?”

When Bagira landed on the ground and turned around, he found several decapitated corpses of his kin scattered about, and those who had fled moments ago had all been mercilessly slaughtered in an instant.

“Hey. Are you Lewis?”

“Yeah, but who are you?”

The moment Lewis finally turned to look at Bagira as he spoke, Bagira felt a conviction rise within him.

(This guy has the same power as me.)

The moment their eyes met, Bagira instantly confirmed that Lewis possessed abilities identical to his, and at the same time, he realized how troublesome the current situation was.

(This dude can’t control his power at all.)

From Bagira’s perspective, Lewis was struggling to contain his abilities, and it seemed that the exhilaration was causing him to act more ruthlessly, reveling in the slaughter far more than usual.

“It’s a bit of a disappointing situation, but it looks like I can still enjoy myself.”

Yet, whether it was because he was a demon or because he was a martial artist, Bagira smiled mischievously at Lewis, his fighting spirit surging.

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As soon as the barrier was broken.

I turned my gaze toward the sound and found a man standing there with red hair and tanned skin, wielding a massive sword at his hip. Upon closer inspection, I noticed two black horns protruding from his forehead.

“Ha. I told you I won’t let you go.”

However, right now, I couldn’t care less about such a man. My priority was to finish off the remaining demons trying to flee, so I gathered my magic and raised my arm, tracing a line horizontally with my finger behind the escaping demons.

In that moment, the magic I had been building up transformed into a spell, and it was as if I had slashed through the space itself, causing the heads of the fleeing demons to fly off.

“Dimensional Slash really is convenient.”

Dimensional Slash is a spatial magic that can cut not only distances but also abstract dimensions. It was a technique I had previously used to land the finishing blow on the Hydra by increasing the number of slashes.

By using that technique now, I unleashed invisible cuts that disregarded distance and height, accurately severing the heads of all the demons regardless of their towering stature or the distance between us.

“Hey. Are you Lewis?”

“Yeah, but who are you?”

When I turned my attention back to the man who had called out to me, he was the only demon besides Rei who hadn’t been killed. He looked at me as if he had found something amusing and laughed.

At the same time, for some reason, the moment I looked at him, I felt a sense of nostalgia and comfort I had never experienced before, as if I had encountered a part of myself.

“I’m Bagira. I’m like the chief governing this Fourth District.”

“Oh? A chief, huh? So you’re the one whom Wilhelm serves, the one who orchestrated this situation.”

“Ha-ha! You figured it all out, huh?”

“Of course. It was way too obvious from the start.”

As soon as we entered the town, Wilhelm deliberately walked along the busy streets, showcasing me to the locals, and I had recognized that he was doing it on purpose.

“However, I didn’t know what the purpose was, so I left it alone, but I get it now just by looking at you.”

“Oh? Then try telling me what my purpose is.”

“You wanted to fight me, didn’t you? You’re the type that enjoys risking your life fighting strong opponents, just like I do. So you wanted to use me to stir up trouble for the residents and create an excuse to fight me, right? Am I wrong?”

The moment I looked at this guy who called himself Bagira, I immediately understood.

He, like me, thrived on life-or-death battles, relishing the moment of fighting strong opponents where they could stake their lives.

Why he built a relatively peaceful place among the seven districts remains a mystery, but there was no doubt he was similar to me.

“Ha-ha. You got it right!”

Bagira, satisfied with my answer, laughed heartily.

“I love fighting strong opponents, but there are hardly any who can match me evenly. So when a fascinating guy like you shows up, it’s only natural that I’d want to fight you!”

“Ha-ha. I totally get that feeling.”

It seemed my intuition was spot on, and just like I couldn’t suppress my exhilaration looking at Bagira, he had likely been eagerly waiting for this moment since I arrived in this town.

“Sigh. But that’s why it’s a shame. I wanted to fight you at your best, but to be honest, you’re a letdown right now.”

“Huh? What do you mean by that?”

“Oh? You’re actually unaware? Take a moment to check your current self. Oh, and make sure to wash that blood off your hair first.”

Though I didn’t quite understand what Bagira was talking about, I did as he said, washing the blood from my hair using water magic and checked my reflection in a mirror made of ice.

“Huh? What situation is this?”

What I saw in the mirror wasn’t my usual silvery hair and golden eyes; my left eye had turned a deep blood-like red, and my hair had shifted from gray to black at the tips.

“You’re currently in a state where you can’t control your abilities and are being consumed by them. As a result, your appearance has changed. You think you’ve been satiated by killing people, don’t you?”

“Yeah. You’re right. It feels like every time I kill someone, it quenches my thirst, and fills my empty stomach.”

This feeling had been present since I started killing the demons; with each kill, it felt as though my dry throat was being moistened, and my empty stomach was being filled.

“While you can still speak with your will, that will likely change soon. If it continues like this, you’ll definitely lose your sense of self.”

“Hm. I see.”

Upon hearing that I might lose my sense of self, I’d normally feel discontent, but somehow it was intriguing instead to me, likely due to my psyche being overtaken as Bagira said.

“I guess I’ll have to put up with you in your current state for now. But when you regain your sanity, you better fight me again. This is just boring.”

With that, Bagira unsheathed a weapon from the sheath he held, and it was a sword similar to Sharueina’s, only longer, a weapon so beautiful that even I was captivated by it.

“Alright then, let’s go at it, fellow kind!”

 

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