Reincarnated in the Same World for the Nth Time - Chapter 12

The terrible motion sickness that had afflicted Aquila didn’t subside, but rather became more severe.

Even though the road was maintained to allow carriages to pass, it wasn’t smooth, so the amount of shaking was rough.

And so, as soon as Aquila arrived at Selten and got out of the carriage, he ended up vomiting.

Shen let out a scream and hurriedly ran off to fetch medicine and water.

He was even more extravagant than usual, probably because he had recalled the sight of his young master vomiting blood severely at the party.

‘It’s a relief that I didn’t vomit in the carriage.’

Aquila thought that, but even so, he didn’t feel that great.

Yuzelia approached him as he lay pale-faced and cast a gentle light of divine power upon him.

Although divine power didn’t cure motion sickness, it did resolve the heartburn and stomachache right after he had vomited.

He wasn’t sure what the criteria were for this effect, but it was new information.

It wasn’t information that he wanted to know by experiencing it himself, either.

Aquila fainted onto the bed of their temporary lodging and blacked out.

He had intended to close his eyes for about an hour, but when he woke up, it had been about three hours since then.

Aquila groaned softly while burying his face in the pillow.

His head was still foggy and dizzy.

‘If I’m going to advance the main scenario, I’ll eventually have to go to war… but at this rate, with such a fragile body… I need to build up my body somehow.’

One of the most annoying things when moving on to the next cycle was exactly this.

The physical strength that he had worked to build up would completely disappear in the next cycle.

Even if he had once made a name for himself as the Mercenary King, in the next cycle, he could end up possessing the body of someone terminally ill.

In other words, he would retain all of his knowledge but lose all of his muscles!

‘Why can’t physical stats be transferred? The system is hard to figure out, even when I know it.’

Aquila furrowed his brows in irritation.

Still, perhaps because he had slept for three hours straight, there was still some headache left, but his motion sickness had subsided to some extent.

“Shouldn’t you rest some more? You still don’t look well.”

“I’m fine. What about the preparations?”

“They’re prepared so that we can leave at any time.”

Aquila threw off the blanket and immediately got up from his spot.

Because they had set off early in the morning, by the time they reached the teleportation circle, it wasn’t even noon yet.

The plan that he had set up initially was to arrive at Port Plum in the middle of the night.

‘If we leave now, we might just barely make it before they close the city gates.’

It would take half a day to travel from Selten to Port Plum.

Looking outside, the sun had not yet set, but it wouldn’t be long now.

Because March wasn’t a time where the days were particularly long, even in this world.

Before Aquila could even speak, Shen brought a coat and put it on him.

And then, he wondered if he was going to call the people, but he came out of the room and led him to a table that had been prepared to the side.

Food had been set on top of it.

Yuzelia, who had been sitting there waiting for them, raised her head and greeted him brightly.

“…Shen.”

“You need to eat. You didn’t even have a proper breakfast.”

Shen immediately cut off Aquila’s words and pulled out the chair for him to sit on.

“That’s right, young master. Besides, it hasn’t even been four days since you coughed up blood. You should originally be resting in bed right now.”

Yuzelia nodded her head.

“There’s no time for—”

“No. Even if we leave now, it will be night by the time we arrive at Port Plum anyway, so it’s better for you to rest here than to find lodgings there.”

Shen spoke with a clear voice and quickly made Aquila sit in the chair.

Overwhelmed by their momentum, Aquila looked at the table where food had been set.

Judging by the selection, it had been prepared with his condition in mind—mildly seasoned and easy to digest.

It was definitely something that Shen had instructed.

“The temple gates will be closed at night anyway, so it doesn’t seem like it’s a good choice to leave right now.”

Yuzelia nodded her head and helped him from the side.

‘Ianfel might be waiting for us at that late hour.’

Aquila thought that, but he decided not to say it out loud.

“That’s right. And even if we leave right away, we have to go on the carriage for five more hours, so your body might have a harder time if you don’t eat something.”

Shen poured some tea into a cup and placed it next to him.

Aquila, who had been quietly staring at the steam rising from the cup, took a long breath.

Their words were full of worry, but they weren’t wrong.

Even if he arrived before they closed the city walls, it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to enter inside the Great Temple of Port Plum.

Then, he would have to struggle to find lodgings and then wait there until morning.

‘I want to progress as quickly as possible… But even so, it’s better not to be stubborn right now.’

Besides, Aquila hadn’t completely grasped his body’s condition yet.

Since the servant who had been attending him since he was young probably knew more about this, it would be better to listen to Shen’s words.

He had also been promising himself in the carriage that he would listen to him, after all.

After completing the series of thoughts that followed, Aquila eventually obediently picked up the spoon.

Shen and Yuzelia, who had been observing that figure, looked at each other and smiled.

It was a smile that meant that they had won by breaking his stubbornness.

“There’s no one else here but us, so don’t worry. Are you feeling alright?”

“It’s been resolved with divine power.”

Motion sickness hadn’t worked, but the stomachache had gotten better.

Aquila grumbled with a hint of resentment, and Yuzelia, who had received the cup that Shen had handed to her, said.

“Divine power doesn’t solve everything, young master. So, please rest well when you can, and try not to push your body too hard.”

Yuzelia, who had experienced a time of helplessness where she couldn’t do anything, conveyed advice that came from her experience.

Aquila stealthily pulled up his status window.

Right after teleporting, the status effect [ Motion Sickness (Severe)] had been displayed, but now it simply read [Normal].

Moreover, the Blessing of the Sun God, which had been blinking frantically when he had thrown up earlier, was now almost still. That meant his condition really had improved.

“…Yes.”

At least he hadn’t pushed himself hard right now, so he quietly replied.

Aquila spooned up a little of the soup that was placed in front of him.

The soup, which was made by mashing potatoes and boiling them with thinly sliced ham on top, was warm and moderately salty, stimulating his appetite.

After spooning it up a few more times, he felt like his throat and chest were warming up.

Aquila tore a piece of the soft white bread, which had cooled down a little but was still soft, and dipped it in the soup.

The moment he put the food in his mouth, he felt as though the hunger that he had forgotten was rushing in all at once, and his stomach felt empty.

Perhaps he felt that way because he had actually emptied his stomach once.

Aquila, who had finished off half the bread in one go, picked up a fork and a knife.

The meat, which was seasoned just right, melted in his mouth, and the side vegetables were boiled or steamed rather than raw.

All of these things were dishes made for Aquila.

‘When was the last time I was a noble? It’s been a long time since I’ve been taken care of in this way with my meals.’

He struggled to recall the dining etiquette and tried not to make the sound of the utensils clashing.

It was fortunate that the types of tableware weren’t all divided up since they were eating together.

As Aquila continued his meal, Shen, who was sitting next to him, tore off a piece of his own bread and put it in his mouth.

Yuzelia was also hungry, so she was only focused on the food.

The meal for the three of them progressed very quietly in this way.

Aquila emptied all the food that was placed in front of him slowly but surely.

‘I have to eat when I can because I don’t know when I’ll starve next.’

That was an absolute rule he had learned over many lifetimes.

Even as Shen, who had seen this, was jumping around and saying, ‘Our young master ate all of his food without leaving anything!’, Aquila made sure to take his medicine before getting up from his seat.

***

By the time Aquila and his party arrived in Port Plum, the sun was nearly at its peak.

The road, which had been so narrow that barely a carriage could pass through, had eventually changed to a wide and flat road, and people passing by could be seen nearby.

Port Plum, the city of logistics and transportation.

As you would expect from a place where merchants from all regions gathered, the outside of the gates were crowded with people trying to get into Port Plum.

Those who were standing in the endlessly long line were all carrying large luggage.

All of them were merchandise.

Merchants had to go through an inspection process, presenting their identification and declaring the products they were bringing in.

It took some time because the checkpoint employees were checking these one by one, but the line was shrinking faster than expected, perhaps because there were a lot of people assigned there.

Aquila slightly lifted the curtain and leisurely looked at the scenery outside the window.

‘There was a time when I had stood in line there with goods, but now, I can barely even remember when that was. It must have been when I was an elf that I had snuck in secretly by climbing over the wall…’

Aquila, who had almost fallen into the memories that had suddenly come up, shook his head abruptly.

Even here, he could see people recognizing the Reshenhardt seal embroidered on the carriage and whispering among themselves.

It was understandable that they were surprised since they were a group who rarely came out of Igrail.

The carriage carrying Aquila’s group passed the place where the merchants were lining up and headed to a gate that had been set up separately.

It was a gateway that only nobles could go through.

The carriage stopped in front of it, and the sound of people talking quietly outside could be heard.

Aquila pulled the curtain up so that the window could be seen.

However, without him having to bother showing his face to confirm his identity, the carriage, which had stopped for a moment, began to move forward again.

As his eyes met those of a checkpoint employee outside the window, they looked surprised but then gave him a kind smile.

“Young Master Aquila. Should we head straight to the temple?”

Aquila turned his head belatedly.

An unfamiliar emotion raised its head.

Everything was familiar, but he was the only one who felt out of place.

It had always been like this whenever he possessed a new body and came to a familiar place, but these feelings always felt new, no matter how many times he repeated it.

Aquila nodded and pulled his hood down further.

The carriage, which had reduced its speed as it entered the city, was moving forward again slowly and smoothly.

***

The Great Temple of Port Plum was the second largest temple in the Delbion continent, except for the place where the Pope resided.

As you would expect from a Great Temple that praised the Sun God Rasphallara, every place was magnificent, and even the smallest details had artistic value.

As soon as they had arrived at the temple, perhaps because word had been sent ahead, a priest came out to greet them.

The woman greeted them and then briefly glanced at Yuzelia.

Judging by the gazes that were exchanged, it seemed that they were acquaintances, but Yuzelia only bowed her head to greet her and didn’t say anything else.

“Lord Ianfel is waiting.”

After saying that, the priest guided them inside.

The temple wasn’t just beautiful on its outer walls, but on the inside as well, to the point where it would make you exclaim in admiration.

However, instead of admiring the murals that were engraved on the inside of the temple and the stained glass art that had been made by connecting colored glass, Aquila looked at the clean walls and hallway.

‘It’s even cleaner than I remember… Must be because I’m in an earlier timeline. Ah, that statue… The tip of the spear hasn’t bent yet. So when exactly does that happen?’

That was the extent of his thoughts.

It was just then, when Aquila was passing by one of the angel statues that guarded the side of the Sun God Rasphallara.

Heavy footsteps were approaching them.

At the same time as Yuzelia, who was next to him, swallowed her breath, a voice that he had heard somewhere before was heard.

“Yuzelia.”

Aquila turned his head and looked forward.

It was that pot-bellied bishop, Martio.