Chapter 05: The skirmish between the protagonist and the old housekeeper

Butler Jonathan. This was an obscure character in "The Legend of Reincarnation", he was only briefly mentioned when the protagonist went to meet his father before leaving the Evangeline realm, and embarking on a journey to become a legend.

Not to mention the plot, Jonathan in this life of Khan's memory was obvious. He was an old butler who had been with the family for many years. His loyalty and devotion to the Earl were unquestionable. Even after Khan or Saul was told that they were unlucky with the path of magic, he still worked hard for this family, meticulously taking care of the Evangeline family. He was also a kind and gentle man, Khan still remembered his warm smile and worried look on his face when he saw the young master riot away and came back in a drunken state.

Sometimes, Jonathan was more than a father.

Who would have thought that the gentle butler Khan once knew, was now wearing a grin that made him scared out! And the cool, calm voice spoke as if he were another Jonathan. Nope! he must have realized this early on. Khan carefully pondered over his feelings, his judgment in memory when he remembered his butler Jonathan.

For the most part, his memory of Jonathan was spotless. Everything was in order, and it was perfectly fabulous. Did he see Jonathan as more than a father? Feeling like a father and son in other people's minds could be taken for granted, but what about a corrupt Khan who didn't look at anyone?

Impossible.

He knew he seems a bit harsh on himself, but Khan - before he couldn't remember his past life memories - was a useless guy who considered self-centered the universe, and always looked down on everyone around him. It was hard to believe he considered Jonathan a father, let alone his biological father not dead yet.

Khan of his former self didn't really care about anyone but himself.

Actually, he didn't care about anyone but himself in present. But he knew how to hide that feeling of pride in a hidden corner inside, and put on his arrogance a mask of fake friendliness.

"It seems my young master here doesn't wonder why this old man is here?"

To the butler's tantalizing question, Khan did not immediately answer. It was just that he suddenly remembered, it was Jonathan who suggested that he set off to Sylvia town early. Furthermore, as a butler, it was obvious that he would arrange the carriage and the route to be taken. Whether by accident or coincidence, Cole and the others appeared out of nowhere, and easily kidnapped Khan. Coincidentally, he did not have a knight escort on this journey.

Why did I agree to go without a knight's escort? Khan couldn't remember why. Could it be… Illusions and hypnosis? It didn't look like it was easy to deal with. If the main character wakes up now, the difficulty will turn to dust and ashes for him.

"May I ask… how is my dear butler Jonathan?" smirked Khan, dropping the tone of his voice. "I mean the real Jonathan. It's not fake Jonathan that I'm lying on my back in the middle of the night chatting like now."

The glint in Jonathan's eyes became even more obvious. His fingers moved so that the ropes of darkness controlled Khan's body like a puppet, lifting him to his feet and dragging him in front of himself.

"What are you saying strangely? I've taken care of you since you were young, master." Jonathan smiled softly in response.

"How do I know? Most likely, what I remember of him has been corrected." Khan clicked his tongue, tsk. "Having magic is truly terrifying."

"OH," exclaimed Jonathan. "Looks like I've looked down on you master. What else do you know?"

Khan raised an eyebrow, smiling in return. "If I know more, can I live?"

"Impossible, but I will consider giving you a quick and peaceful death. How?"

At this moment, his sister's excited voice echoed a familiar sentence that he never wanted to hear again.

Khan's body was not intact, so pitiful.

Khan mentally lowered his head. Damn it, so this old man was planning to tear himself apart in the first place? If he continued like this, he would be dead tired before being quartered. What's crazier was, there were several ways to die, why did it always have to tear to pieces?

"Then it's an honor for me, isn't it?" Khan looked up at the butler and calmly said. "I hope what I know and am about to say next can make you think and spare my life."

He tried to run the clock down. Why hasn't the main character appeared yet? Didn't tell me that the mad dog Saul woke up at this point so he ignored his brother getting stabbed? It was not okay.

Khan took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth to Jonathan's dramatic eyes.

"You are the man behind my kidnapping," said Khan calmly. When the butler's expression showed that that was all, he continued. "At first I wondered why you didn't just kill me, seems like you have the power to do that. And then I thought… How would one explain a dead noble with traces of black magic? Even if death was brought about by illness, the temple side would certainly appear and check, as this was customary. So, for people and incidents to become the cause of my tragic death, it will be much easier."

That was why the Coles kidnapped him and had the audacity to dispose of a noble's corpse. They must have been instigated by Jonathan or hit by hypnosis. Anyway, Cole was just a bunch of punks, so the temple won't pay too much attention to them.

"You want to take over my body, don't you? Oh no, it's something in my body right?"

Khan carefully observed the butler's expression, but he hid his emotions too closely. That's right, he was an old fox. This was just a random guess, at least he needed a clue to know that he didn't have to get the real ending.

"You need me to die, but you despise doing it yourself."

He didn't think this was a correct judgment, but it didn't hurt to say it. He was just constantly asking probing questions and buying time.

"And now that you are here, you don't hesitate to use black magic on people. So that proves… you don't have much time left?"

This was just his speculation but watching the silence and the smile receded, emotion completely frozen on the old butler's face. He thought that if it was not a hundred, it was ninety percent of having guessed it in his hand.

"The young master is suddenly so smart… making this old man a little surprised," Jonathan asked. "So do you know what I'm about to do?"

The rope tied from the darkness tightened even more as if to force his body into pieces, his neck was also caught and constricted. And he calmly smiled, waiting for death to slowly grab the prey in front of him by the nape of the neck.

Khan couldn't breathe. But, he knew he wouldn't die.

Because right now, behind the butler Jonathan, was the main character of this world.

He was heading towards Jonathan with a fatal slash.

Darkness loomed behind Jonathan, seemingly wanting to swallow Saul's attack line. But the blade still stubbornly pierced through everything, a "Sword Master"'s sword aura was close to reaching a level where the "Sword Saint" was no joke. The darkness broke, like puddles of water being trampled by jumping children. And the main character's blade finally hit the enemy's side.

No blood came out. Looks like Mr. Jonathan wasn't even human. Was it the Undead that took over the body? If that were the case, then the Undead won't die easily. Unless there was a purifying holy light, the Spirits are much easier to handle. But where did he get the holy lights at this time?

Khan was dropped like rags, he coughed and his throat burned. Either way, it was better than dying.

"Brother!" shouted Saul.

"Little master? Looks like I'm really old, didn't expect you to be so powerful." Jonathan turned around, his voice thick with interest. "But why are you protecting this trashy brother? He's been treating you so badly all this time… You don't even know where young master Khan intends to cut your name out of the Evangeline family tree?"

Saul's eyes widened, surprise taking over his expression.

Jonathan shook his head, the pretense of pity for Saul all too obvious. He didn't bother to hide his true nature. He was playing with them like he was playing with an ant.

"Isn't that why you're only paying attention to me?" Khan weakly spoke up.

He was not stupid to be silent, this was a good opportunity to build a brotherhood with the main character. Thank you, Mr. Jonathan, you could play the villain this time.

The current situation was out of control, Jonathan raised an eyebrow, looking at Khan suspiciously. Meanwhile, Saul's eyes widened, were alight with explicit and moved in his pupils. Looks like he misunderstood his intentions.

"A rotten, playboy is easier to control and grasp, right?" smirked Khan, chuckling. "If I can only indulge in alcohol, I just need to indulge in more debauchery. Who knows, my soul will be cloudy and delicious as you want. While my young brother is so righteous, for someone who desires an unclean soul like you, it doesn't taste good."

Khan speculates that the butler Jonathan was really a Undead and desperately needed food as a soul. Moreover, he was able to master black magic, proving that before his death he was also a magician or a powerful sorcerer, or a scholar who studied forbidden magic. And even if he guessed wrong, Saul had heard what he said and will somehow keep it in his memory. Sowing doubts about this illegitimate brother's protection.

"But can you be patient for a while to let me go through life in happy-go-lucky fashion like that, not just because you want to feed this corrupt soul? Your dog's nose must have smelled something useful in me for you to be so patient. I'm really curious, do I have some ability that I don't know about?"

"If young master dies, I will let you know." Jonathan smiled, and in the next instant, Jonathan disappeared and appeared in front of his eyes.

Khan glared at the butler's old hand, like a scythe of death was descending. His whole body was completely stiff from the killing intent emanating from the man. It was a natural instinct of the weak to stand in front of the strong.

"Don't try!"

Not to be outdone, Saul pushed him aside and faced Jonathan in his place. Khan fell to the ground looking more miserable than before but he wasn't offended in the slightest, he just frowned because his clothes were dirty. But this situation was not good at all, Jonathan seems to be much superior to Saul. He didn't seem too nervous when he fought Saul, even playing a cat-and-mouse game with him.

Should I use Divine Words? No, not right now. Khan dismissed the idea immediately. If he'd let Jonathan see he could use Divine Speech, he might have wanted him to go to the grave even more. In this world, the users of the Divine Word were all children of the gods, or rather, those who were chosen and blessed by the gods. Although there were no Gods who had their foot on the neck of his head, he didn't want that to happen.

Jonathan used the darkness to parry all of Saul's attacks with ease. The situation was that the main character was in a lower-hand position. And when the butler got tired of the cat-and-mouse game, he manipulated the darkness like a sword and dislodged Saul's weapon.

Then, darkness bound half of his body. Saul panicked for a moment, bright blue eyes meeting the butler's wicked gaze. He was as dull as a puppet and let the darkness swallow him without protest.

Khan sighed. It seems that this was the leveling stage of the main character. And he now returned to the position of a supporting character who was about to die. Was there anything more painful?

"Now then, is it our turn to chat?" Jonathan happily walked over. The darkness at his feet grew and slowly crawled up to Khan.

"Pleased, what do you want to talk about?" Khan didn't flinch or hesitate to ask again.

"I thought before you die. I didn't let young master experience a bit…"

At Jonathan's gloating tone, he stared at the darkness that was slowly swallowing him. Just like in a dream. His pupils glowed the color of the blood moon, and Khan realized his mind was fading as he stumbled into his hypnosis.

Then, Khan almost saw his sister standing in front of him. He still couldn't remember its name to call out. But that didn't matter anymore when he could now look closely at every feature of its face. It was no longer the blurred images in his memory, but a clear figure standing before his eyes.

Black, straight, hip-length hair. The pale white skin has little exposure to sunlight, even a little pale, like a weak patient in need of intensive care. Her face resembled him in his previous life, gentle and easy to be deceived when he kept raising those big innocent eyes. And then it smiled brighter than the sun.

"Brother!"

Khan knew what he saw was an illusion, and that it wasn't his sister. But he still answered, he couldn't help but answer.

"I will always protect you," Khan swore.

It was a word he had always wanted to say in his previous life but was too embarrassed to admit it, so he never said it out loud and let the actual meaning turn into action. Now, he wanted to tell it. Even if it was just an illusion.

He could never see her again.

"Ah ah!!!"

A roaring scream resounded, tearing away all the illusions before him as well as the darkness that was slowly swallowing him also completely receded. The pupils seemed to shrink at the scene in front of him, Khan's heart-stopping saw the main character's blade suddenly appear in front of his nose, it pierced the proud face of the butler Jonathan, then the blade was sharply cut down, with a strong force to chop Jonathan's body in two.

The old body was split in half, revealing a fierce face with murderous intent behind it. Khan looked into the main character's crazy frenzied eyes, he involuntarily raised his hand to rub his temples.

Finally, he awakened.

The main character of this world: The mad dog Saul.

Oh, that was crazy…