Golden-Eyed Reaper: Transmigrated As The Forgotten One

"Are your eyes really made of gold?" she asked, shrugging like it was just another casual question.

Noir, lying on the bed, barely held back a sigh. He'd been hoping for a moment of peace, but apparently, fate had other plans. The girl beside him had been firing off questions non-stop.

"Yes, they are." His voice was flat, irritation carefully tucked beneath the surface.

She stared at him for a second, blinking. Then, as if something had just clicked, she perked up. "Oh! I never introduced myself." She grinned. "Wouldn't have mattered if you'd drowned, but since you didn't—my name's Evelyn."

Noir gave a faint smile. He didn't exactly find her joke funny, but there was something oddly amusing about her way of introducing herself.

"Evelyn…" he repeated softly.

The name stirred something in him, but no memory followed. Was she important in the novel? His mind drew a blank.

He hadn't realized he was still staring at her.

Evelyn shifted under his gaze. "Does my name remind you of someone?" she asked, looking away.

He considered lying. Instead, he chuckled. "I was hoping it would. But it doesn't."

Her cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish. "Hmph." Without another word, she spun on her heel and left.

Noir let out a small sigh. "So my jokes aren't jokes?"

Well… it hadn't really been a joke.

Before he could finally relax, another visitor stepped in—a woman, her face lined with wrinkles, yet her posture still strong. She looked to be in her forties, but her eyes held a depth far beyond her years.

"Don't mind her," she said warmly. "She's still just a child."

"Other than my joke not being well-received, I don't mind," Noir replied with a faint smile.

The woman's lips curled in approval. "We don't know where you came from, but while you're here, you are our guest."

Noir gave a slow nod. "I appreciate the hospitality. I'll be sure to return the favor."

"No need." She shook her head gently. "We didn't help you to gain something in return. We are content with what we have."

Her words made him pause. This kind of thinking… it was rare.

His expression hardened slightly. "Then, allow me to offer something in return—knowledge."

The shift in his tone didn't go unnoticed. The woman straightened, suddenly more alert.

"I know something that may sound ridiculous," Noir continued, his golden eyes gleaming under the dim candlelight. "But it's the truth. Are you willing to listen?"

A brief hesitation, then a nod.

"The village will be destroyed."

The room felt colder.

His words weren't the kind one could just brush off.

"Destroyed?" Her voice remained calm, but her hands tightened ever so slightly.

"By the Ryus," Noir said. "Every person here will be massacred."

She frowned. "But the Ryus do not attack us."

"They won't." He leaned forward slightly, his golden eyes catching the candlelight. "But the Kingdom of Wereshia's dark mages will make it look like they did."

Silence.

She didn't react, but he could see it—the battle between belief and denial playing out in her mind.

"How do you know this?"

There were many ways he could answer. Some more believable than others.

He chose the one that would make her listen.

"I see glimpses of the future." His voice was steady. "My golden eyes let me see what is yet to come."

A slow inhale. It was a lot to believe—but also too dangerous to ignore.

"…I see."

A moment passed, thick with unspoken thoughts. Then, after some consideration, she finally spoke.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Sarah, Evelyn's mother."

Noir didn't react. "I'll introduce myself later."

Sarah nodded as if she understood. "We have no issue with your identity remaining anonymous." She paused. "I will discuss this with the elders. Until then, focus on your recovery."

She left, and Noir curled his fingers slightly against the blanket.

He exhaled slowly.

Had revealing this been the right choice?

If he recovered before the attack, he could just escape and let fate take its course. But if he didn't…

His fist clenched. Dying helplessly? No. That wasn't an option.

The attack could come anytime.

And there wasn't much time left

…

A soft knock on the open door.

"It's me, Evelyn."

Noir turned his head slightly. "Sure."

Evelyn stepped in, carrying a small tray. Brightly colored fruit rested neatly on a wooden plate.

She placed it on the table beside his bed and gestured toward it. "Eating these will help you recover faster."

Noir raised a brow. "Really? I had no idea."

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, already catching the sarcasm.

She picked up a fruit and placed it on a separate plate before shoving it toward him. "Did anyone ever tell you that you lack manners?"

Noir took the plate but didn't touch the fruit. "Fortunately, no."

Evelyn huffed. "You didn't even tell me your name."

"Hmm…" Noir leaned back against the pillow "If you do something worthy enough, I might consider revealing it."

"Don't take your words back." she smiled confidently.

Taking a bite of the unique-fruit, one which looked similar to an apple in his previous world that is if its colour wasn't blue, "Yeah, sure."

Just as Noir was about to take another bite, Evelyn chanted, "Heal."

'She's a healer?'

The light that engulfed her hands.. It wasn't green. 

'Is it some new spell that wasn't mentioned in the novel?'

She directed the light on the injury on his head, the light moved slowly and reflected back from his head to her hands.

'I do feel a 'little' better, but there's hardly any big differenc-'

'The Thread's Healing, it activates by itself, which is why I must have been healed by it at such a slow speed that I couldn't even notice that I was already fine.' 

There were indeed a lot of injuries on his body, so the extreme-slow speed was understandable.

That was when he noticed Evelyn's reaction, she was surprised, as to why? It wasn't clear to him but one thing was for sure, something was off.

The sensation that he felt on his wound, it wasn't that of healing but rather of replacing. Almost as if someone else's well being was transferred to him.

'It wasn't healing.'

Evelyn looked at him, "You had a grave injury on your head, didn't you? So how did it get healed so quickly?" she continued after a pause, "You are hiding something."

The bandages on his hands, as well as his back, shoulders. Noir took out each of them one by one, exposing the threads which were healing them, "My injuries get healed by themselves"

"What are those threads..?" she stuttered, her voice nervous.

"Whatever they are, they aren't more important than what you own." he spoke, his tone serious.

"Me? What do I own?" her reaction was genuine yet somewhat unsettling as she looked at the floor, not able to meet eyes with Noir.

Evelyn was aware that her healing wasn't healing, yet she refused to tell it to anyone.

"I am no longer the one who's hiding things, it's you."

Her ability, it surely wasn't healing, while it did seem like 'replacing' the amount of things she could 'replace' was still unknown… human body is fragile, a single nerve here and there or perhaps even missing, results to 'death'. 

'If my suspicions turn out correct, then she shouldn't only be able to replace other's wounds with her own well-being but to others too.'

The capabilities of her power, was horrific. Imagine, a single being on a battle field, just walking around causing thousands of humans to scream until they die.

She was a descendant of 'him'.

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