Reincarnation Monarch

One of the indigenous myths that has long been passed down throughout the continent of Melissa is the story of the puppet Campanella, made by God and imitating the figure of God, challenging God to battle by breaking the seal of his own past.

Though it turned out to be a defeat, it was regarded as honorable and had received the reverence of people to take it with them in their own convictions and to dare confront God in the face of the past.

"Shester, I only know a certain extent about your past, and I dare not ask any more details about it than I have done so far"

Lombardo was speaking to Chester on his back with a grim look as he turned to the front to avoid neglecting to be vigilant towards the opposing Bacchus brothers.

"Because I thought it was you now and not you in the past that mattered. But maybe I was wrong. It is impossible to hide the past in the shadow and cover it with a lid that will make the past look clean and refreshing. Besides, having you now would be on your extension line in the past. People have past strides and present themselves. Then I'll look right back at your past and see you again."

So Lombardo cut the words and took one big, deep breath before decisively saying away.

"Shester! Crack Campanella's jar! With your own hands. Whatever the contents of the jar are, I'll make sure they accept you."

In the wake of Lombardo's passionate tongues, Chester meditated softly on his eyes.

Then confronting Romus Bacchus cracked in faster than Chester opened his mouth.

"Come on, you're exaggerating a lot again with Campanella's cunt. Does he have such a big past? If so, I'd love to hear it. I don't think we have a more tragic past than our brothers."

Lombardo was somewhat irritated by Romus' rhetoric.

But at the next moment, the thought happened to be scattered.

Because at last Chester opened its heavy mouth.

"... tragic... I don't know if... I was an orphan, just like you guys"

Shester dared to go forward and line up next to Lombardo while saying so.

But his face remained front-facing, and he never tried to gaze at Lombardo.

While Lombardo asked softly about Chester, his face remained front-facing, as did Chester.

That was also because the Bacchus brothers of the crooks did not know when and when to take control of the attack, so they needed to be vigilant against it.

But Romus Bacchus was unexpectedly intrigued by Chester's story.

"Oh, really? You too... smell alike in reason."

Romus said so with a tongue-in-cheek.

Then his brother Remuls opened his mouth as he watched quietly as things changed behind Romus' diagonal.

"Brother, is he like us? So, is he one of us?

"No, don't get me started, Remuls. So far, he's an enemy. So far... na"

"Oh well. Then why don't you just let him go?"

"Well, wait, Remuls. Why don't we listen to him a little more? You can do it from then on."

"Huh! The pinch."

Shester, reluctantly, saw Remuls pull back and started talking again.

"... I'm an orphan. But it wasn't because your parents abandoned you, unlike you."

Romus chewed on Shester's statement.

"Huh? What are you talking about? You. My parents didn't dump me? Isn't that what you're assuming? If you're saying you haven't been abandoned, then why the hell did you become an orphan? Say it!

In what Romus said, Chester dropped his gaze on the nagging additions and subtractions, staying between plenty before speaking slowly.

"That's because I... killed my parents with my own hands..."