The Tale of A Man Who Believed That His Reincarnation Had Granted Him A Japanese Sword And The Greatest Battle Sense, Only To Have The God Finally Inform Him "Huh, I Didn't Give You Any Combat Sense… That's Scary…" - Episode 44

Angelica emerged from the dungeon she had designed and built for soul restoration. She froze the heart of the horse she had been using while possessing a lowly mage’s body. Then, using necromancy, she transformed the horse into a tireless steed—one that would never stop running until it collapsed from self-destruction.

“Mmm, the feel of the wind brushing against my skin, the slightly damp scent of the forest tickling my nose, the cries of a lifeless horse galloping without rest, even when its hooves crack… I’m really glad I used that stone coffin to restore my body.”

Reassured that she had been revived without any damage to her soul, she muttered to herself before mounting the undead horse.

Right now, her only goal was to take revenge on those who had defeated her and tarnished her name in history.

The very people responsible for her disgrace—and their descendants—were now living in the land she once ruled. Angelica hadn’t expected her plan to unfold so smoothly. Feeling elated, she even hummed a tune as she rode toward the city now called Redinbara.
As the wind rushed past her, she glanced back slightly. Her thoughts drifted to the foolish swordsman who had helped set her plan in motion. Ah, once he dies, she’ll have to send someone to retrieve his white flesh. But really, he was just a slightly skilled stick-waver—there would be plenty more like him.

Riding on her relentless, unnaturally swift steed, Angelica found herself reminiscing.

Over a thousand years ago, she had been born to a coastal king and a goddess. Her mother was a loving deity skilled in herbal medicine, one who even controlled the guardian hellhound of the underworld’s entrance. Her father, though far from wise, had sold the golden fleece he possessed to secure a happy life for his beloved wife and daughter.

With her extraordinary magical talent, Angelica delved into ice magic—capable of preserving everything in its purest form—and necromancy, which could twist even the absolute law of death.

She killed her mother as if it were her natural right. It wasn’t even out of hatred—she simply wanted to test necromancy on a goddess’s body. Her magical prowess had grown strong enough to allow her whims to dictate life and death. She reanimated her mother’s corpse, creating an unbeatable hellhound. Then, as an afterthought, she killed her father and turned his subjects into pale, decayed flesh.

“Ah, thinking about the past is making me irritated.”

She cast aside the name her mother had given her and took on the name Angelica. Leading her undead army eastward, she arrived at Redinbara. Freezing, killing, enslaving—she left nothing but bones in her wake, using souls until not even a trace remained. She ruled the land through terror and death.

But then, someone dared to rebel. The man who carved the concept of defeat into her very being—King Georgia Liten Lordrek, the founder of the Liten Kingdom. A man who despised bl00d ties and gave his country a meaningless middle name.

Though he initially lost to Angelica, he later returned with a mysterious goddess at his side. With her aid, he vanquished the hellhound, the cornerstone of Angelica’s power, and ultimately defeated her.

However, Angelica had prepared several contingencies for her demise.

One was a soul-binding magic that allowed her to exist as a wandering spirit, possessing body after body to avoid drifting into the underworld. Though her magical abilities were limited in a possessed body, she had no choice.

Another was the Soul Restoration Ruins—a facility designed to anchor her soul into a new body without degradation. She had overcomplicated the structure’s traps, making it nearly impossible for ordinary adventurers to reach the innermost chamber. But she had been in no hurry; eventually, someone would come.

The third was the cult. She had expected it to crumble within a few decades, but to her surprise, the cult remained steadfast, following what they perceived as divine revelations from her lingering soul.

Angelica was ruthless, calculating, and cautious. Yet, she had a fatal flaw—she severely underestimated those who lacked magic. That very arrogance had led to her downfall against the first king, but she had never realized it.

“Once I reach Redinbara~♪ I’ll kill that carefree king and goddess who came for the tournament~♪ I’ll use the goddess’s body for my own~♪ And as for the king… maybe I’ll turn him into my new bed~♪”

She plowed through every obstacle in her path, her speed unmatched. The citizens of the kingdom stared in shock as she passed, freezing them indiscriminately. Smiling with childlike glee, Angelica soon reached the outskirts of Redinbara.

“Well done, my steed~”

The horse, forcefully kept alive through her magic, had lost most of its flesh. Stripped of skin and muscle, its skull and bones were fully exposed. Even in death, it was denied rest, letting out a tormented neigh as massive tears streamed from its lifeless eyes.

Without a hint of concern, Angelica dismounted and placed a hand on the horse’s remains, transmuting its life essence into a long metal staff resembling a scepter. Balancing the staff on her fingertip, she spun it in a circle as she approached the city’s drawbridge.

At the drawbridge checkpoint, a group of merchants confronted the guards.

“Hey! Guards! Why is the bridge still up? Let us in!”

“We’ve been announcing it for five days. On the day of the tournament finals, entry into the city is strictly prohibited.

Security is tight because of the recent clan takeover incident.”

Angelica walked up to the group, lowering her staff to the ground. Calmly, she chanted:
“Old One’s Order—I command you. Open. And once I have passed, close. Close so that not a single soul may escape.”

The light in every person’s eyes faded, their rationality erased. The guards moved stiffly, as if controlled by invisible strings, and quietly lowered the drawbridge. As Angelica strutted into the city, the bridge lifted behind her with a heavy clang.

Several soldiers stood at the entrance. They called out to her, but just like the guards outside, they fell silent, reduced to mere puppets.

Redinbara—an esteemed city built upon the legacy of the first king. Angelica recalled hearing its history while possessing a magicless woman, and she scoffed.

Esteemed? Prestigious? Historic? Maybe so. But the history built by these pathetic meat puppets ends today. From now on, this land is mine once more.

As she absorbed the memories of the beastman she had possessed, she discovered an interesting detail.

“Oh? A witch’s staff repository? Seems like there’s a fine specimen with unusual magic here. Lucky me~♪ I really am blessed.”

Following the stolen memories, she made her way toward Redinbara’s forest district. In the distance, fireworks lit up the sky above the tournament arena, signaling its grand finale.

Blending into the lively crowd, she walked gracefully, beaming with delight. The people here were healthy and strong—so different from the emaciated wretches who had once lived under her rule.

Her mouth watered. How should she cut them? Which parts should she use? How would she turn them into white flesh for her army? The blissful possibilities were endless.

“Ah, happiness… I’m so glad I returned to this era. I should be grateful to that fool—what was their name again? —who led me to the stone coffin.”

With that, Angelica arrived at the Witch’s Staff Repository, ready to claim her next prize.