Ren & Rena: World Heroes Legend

Ren & Rena: World Heroes Legend
Chapter 48 Enkira Rena



My name is Rena Enkira. "Rena" was my father's favorite name, while "Enkira" came from the name of a friend of the Sumerian king and a person who represented me. I don't know why they didn't give us our surnames, but I'm not mad at such a small thing.


My father's name is Chris G. Han. Having a surname I never heard of, so there's not a trace of that man left in this world. Who's my father really? I don't know the truth about Dad either.


My mother's name is, Lena. There was no further information about her, only that name was my mother's legacy. He left me to his best friend and right now, I call that guy Dad.


My father is currently named, Darius Bellia. He is a trusted politician, honest and upholds justice. Despite his wealth, Dad could not have children due to the trauma of his wife's death.


So, he felt very lucky when he accepted me. He also treated me like a real child. Not to forget, he finally opened his heart and accepted Sophie and our Mother at this time.


"Having a sister isn't bad either, but it's hard to get along with her."


We often have different opinions. Not only that, our relationship became a little tense because of last night's incident. He was mad at me just because I dropped that guy, Ren Gill.


"Ah, right too. From the beginning we were never as close as real brothers, just respect each other."


"... What am I supposed to do?"


It looks simple, but very complicated when thought of. It felt like something was wrong, but I did not find the location of the abnormality. There is only one way to find out, unfortunately it has not appeared yet.


"How do we get close?"


I think about it again, again and again. No answer came out. But, there's one clue.


"Why did I even think of that guy?!"


Upset, I drowned my face in a soft pillow. How not to be upset it feels, when I'm really serious only he's thought of. It was no longer a hint, but a warning of misfortune.


"I'd better think of something else."


That's how I decided.


There are still some mysteries that I have not solved. An old diary that Mom left before going somewhere else. Mother once told me to keep the book because it was just that, a clue in finding who I really was.


I called it "Diary of Enkidu's", as the name suggests it was Enkidu's diary. Enkidu was a friend of a Sumerian king named Gilgamesh. Not only that, he had skill in using spears and was also one of the creations of Gods.


Of all the stories believed, Enkidu died because of the jealousy of a Goddess. The goddess was jealous of Enkidu's closeness with Gilgamesh because of the accumulated anger, she asked her father to kill Enkidu the doll made by God. Eventually, Enkidu died in vain leaving behind his best friend.


Before that event, the book I was holding contained the original hand notes from Enkidu himself. In this book, Enkidu pours all his feelings from the first time he was taught to write by his best friend until a premonition of death came. Despite dying in vain, the memories he left behind were not worthless trash.


"At least, I'm sure that Gilgamesh will keep a memory meeting of Enkidu."


Yeah, I'm pretty sure of that. Then, there is a coincidence that I really want to reject from this world. Of course it just so happened that it was about him, Ren Gill who was the original descendant of the Sumerian king.


"Argh ... forget! Forget that! Forget it!"


My face began to feel the heat that was not there before.


"Excuse me, Miss. You have guests."


"Ugya!"


Coinciding with the sound of knocking on the door, a female servant told a guest.


Then, it surprised me and made a strange sound.


The waiter started to worry and asked again.


"Are you okay, Miss?"


"Of course, forget that voice. What about the guests?"


"Master said, you'd better see it for yourself."


"Understand."


The steps of the servant sounded away and finally disappeared.


I hurried to put on polite clothes while thinking about who the guest was.


"Who is it, so that Dad and the housemaid can be like this?"


Maybe he's not an ordinary person.


Like, people who have a high position or great influence on this island.


It would be impolite to guess like this, let's just say it's never happened before.


Look in the mirror, while ensuring the appearance.


"Hm ... Nice one!"


Every now and then I try to show a sweet smile in front of the room mirror, however


"It seems, I'm really not cut out to be a sweet girl."


My confidence began to disappear after doing so. It is like a moral decline before war. N-not that I want to go to war, it's just that this visit is pretty suspicious of anything.


"No! I can't be pessimistic! The spirit!"


Again, I am comforting myself.


After feeling comfortable, I stepped out of the room and headed to the living room of our house.


"Once again, something unpleasant happened here."


That's what I said when I saw who the guests were waiting for me.


Hell or Heaven.


Not both, it's been like I've lived to always get torment.


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Hello, with Leo Natta here!


Starting this chapter, volume 2 of "Ren & Rena: Legends of World Heroes" will begin!


After this chapter, Author's writing style will change slightly.


Wh why? Just wanna.


Update the story will be done a little bit because Author also wants to create a personal Blog.


Eh? Of course because you want to keep a variety of stories. Not only the author's originals, but translations of several novels will also be included.


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Just pray that Author can quickly finish it because there are some novels that want Author translation itself, the work of this novel may also be slow progress.


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Greetings, author of "Ren & Rena: The Legend of the World Heroes", Leo Natta.