A Transmigrator’s Privilege - Chapter 106

Chapter 106

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Messiah. The position and title given to a Saint who can perform the ‘Descent of Divinity’.

Its authority was only lower than that of the Pope, but above that of the Cardinals.

“Now let’s talk about my knights……Oh no, not everyone is in a state to talk.”

As if she had just realized it, the Saint released her divine form.

When the pressure was gone, the sound of the devotees catching their breath could be heard from here and there.

The Saint who did not reject the hand that the owner of the Holy Sword held out to her landed lightly on the ground.

She stood straight up to where the cardinals sat.

“Please refrain from convening the Council of Cardinals as we are in the mists of the festival.”

“……”

“Will you acknowledge my knights?”

It was a polite order.

“Your Grace, Messiah.”

Cardinal Decal was the one who stepped out while everyone was watching. He chose his words carefully while breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Your Grace request is somewhat sudden, so I would like a grace period.”

“A grace period, how much do you mean?”

“If your Grace and Sir Thesilid subdue three S-rank or higher dungeons, how about getting official recognition then?”

Vesalius raised an eyebrow. It was quite the statement.

Dungeons were by default destroyed as soon as they were found. This is because the continent could perish if they were left unattended and burst.

Therefore, none of the S-class dungeons found so far had a Boss that was alive. In addition, S-class dungeons don’t spawn often. It will take a long time just to search and find one.

Therefore, the grace period would be more than a few years at the least.

“Good.”

But they didn’t know that their opponent was a Transmigrator.

As soon as Decal and Vesalius felt ominous at her cheerful reply accompanied by a bright smile.

The Sain showed her great drive.

“The first dungeon will be ‘A Thousand Year Ice Castle’ in the southern part of the Lilcan Peninsula.”

“What? Where is that dungeon……”

“I believe in the search capabilities of The Vatican.”

The Saint blocked questions and took something out of her arms.

It was a polished stone with letters engraved on it. A space transition stone.

She grabbed Thesilid’s hand without a second glance.

“We will prepare and set off right away. You’re going to come and watch, right? The search will take some time, so I’ll meet you at the gate at this time in three days. Then, bye.”

Pusok! The figures of the two disappeared along with the brilliant powder.

“……”

Those who had been stunned for a while let out a sigh as if their tension had eased. And each of them began to say a word.

“What kind of Saint is so strong……?”

“To think that there are Saints like that in the world. It’s something you see only living a long life……”

“Anyway, why does she look so close to the owner of the Holy Sword?”

“I know, right? He was taken away as if being kidnapped just now, but there was no resistance. What the hell is their relationship?”

“Co-Come to think of it, there was a woman that Sir Thesilid brought with him when he returned……”

“Ha……!”

“Hi-hiik!”

The people of the Doctrine faction, who were eager to harass the woman Thesilid had brought, became solemn.

The Prosecution faction sarcastically clicked their tongues and the Council of Cardinals was in disarray.

“A Thousand Year Ice Castle? Was there such a dungeon?”

“If it’s an undiscovered S-class dungeon…… How does The Messiah knows that?”

“No, now is not the time.”

The Prosecution and the Doctrine each ordered their camps.

“Search all over the southern part of the Lilcan Peninsula right now! We must find the dungeon within three days and chase after The Messiah and the Owner of the Holy Sword!”

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The first thing Thesilid felt after undergoing a spatial transfer with Ellet was the feeling of stepping on the soft grass.

The familiar idyllic surrounding painted a watercolor-like landscape in his field of vision. A small cabin surrounded by the garden yard was covered in a rainy fog.

It was where Thesilid had recuperated, so he could immediately guess her intentions.

Upon their arrival, she raised her gaze to examine him.

“Terry, I know you were very surprised……”

Ellet opened her eyes wide, unable to finish her words. For Thesilid’s hand touched her forehead without permission.

It was an unusual contact. However, it was a reasonable situation.

Thesilid’s expression hardened as he measured her temperature.

“Eli.”

“Oh, I got caught.”

At the moment when a bitter smile crossed her face he hurriedly embraced her staggering body, which was about to collapse. His face drew closer to her as he lowered his stance to let Ellet lean against him.

Close to her, he felt her heat.

“My two days, I will leave it to you.”

With the last of a dying whisper, she lowered her eyelids.

“……”

He looked down at her in his arms.

It was only a moment, but it seemed like an eternity to him.

He swept her face with the hand that wasn’t supporting her back.

His expressionless face was removed, and the exposed face he was making was hard to distinguish whether he was crying or laughing.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

His voice tinged with resentment did not reach her who was already in a deep slumber.

A weak foggy rain was holding them wet.

Thesilid held her dearly and went into the cabin.

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At the same time, inside the Pope’s residence located in the depths of the Vatican.

Pope Benedict, said to be bedridden, was in her ceremonial robes while receiving an honored guest alone.

The parlor had low lighting for the VIP who hated light.

A black-haired man was sitting across from the Pope, with a table with a chessboard in between them.

When she met this guest, the Pope would be relieved that she had grown old like an old tree and had dull, hazy eyes.

Because few would not be tempted by the manly decadent beauty and blood-red eyes of her guest.

The old woman’s hand, like a dry branch, picked up the black bishop.

She opened her mouth in a subtle tone.

“It is as you said. A Saint has appeared.”

“Yes.”

The honored guest’s, who picked up the white knight, reply was dry and indifferent.

Wanting to understand his feelings, the Pope cautiously raised a question.

“Didn’t you say that she was a hindrance to you? What are you planning to do?”

“Well.”

His red eyes were facing the chessboard but not looking at it. His gaze sank far and deep.

As much as the depth of those eyes, the agony was dark at the bottom the gaze was reaching.

In the end, he recited his troubles without ending them.

“There are so many things I want to do that I’m troubled…”

He was an evil born to bring chaos to the world, and quick and easy destruction was not what he sought. Thinking of fully enjoying the playground God gave him, he raised his mouth.

It was a devilishly beautiful smile.

It seems like two days have passed.

“……”

As always, I opened my eyes with a clean mind and body, as if I my high fever was a lie.

<Are you awake?>

“Yes.”

[‘The World-building God’ sighs deeply.]

‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ is looking at you with relieved eyes.]

[‘The Spoiler Inspector’ clicks his tongue as if he can’t stop it.]

I finished organizing the hierarchy neatly, but I had to suffer from God’s fever for two days.

She paid the price for being self-abusive, so of course the mood of those who cared about me was not good.

Everyone wants to nag and give many admonitions, but it was clear that they were holding it in.

Well, in times like this, it’s best not to say anything unnecessary on my side.

I only smiled awkwardly.

A wet towel was placed on my forehead, perhaps as a sign of Thesilid’s care.

When I put it away and sat with my upper body up.

“Huh?”

I was startled as I tried to pull off the blanket that had flowed down.

……Are my clothes changed?

Looking at the beige nightgown, I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Hey, Agnes. My clothes……”

<Ku-hum.>

[‘The World-building God’ is coughing.]

[‘The Spoiler Inspector’ washes his face dry.]

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ laughs mischievously.]

“……F-Forget it.”

I chose not to complete the question. I opened the Transmigration support system and checked the quest first.

[<Quest> Accomplished Stage 1 of the missionary work of the Leader from the World Order Denomination (difficulty: unknown)]

[<System> Would you like to receive the quest success reward ‘???’]

Yep. Sure.

[<System> You have acquired the ‘Picnic Basket for Food’.]

What popped out of the air was a square rattan basket with a wing-like lid.

[<Item> ‘Picnic Basket for Food’

A miraculous picnic basket that multiplies the food you put inside.

Note: The World-Building God has prepared something for you who is busy and doesn’t have enough time to cook.]

“Wow.”

[‘The World-building God’ asks if you like it.]

“Yes. A lot. Agnes, look at this. It’s an item that replicates cooking.”

<What? Really? Your god gives you really good things.>

“Of course.”

I was worried that the lunch boxes in the subspace inventory ran out quickly right after the tutorial, but with this, I won’t have to worry about meal problems in the future.

Upon receiving the reward, the quest was renewed.

[<Quest> Step 2 of the missionary work of the Leader from the World Order Denomination (difficulty: unknown)

You successfully got a fake job as a Saint of the deep-rooted evil denomination!

In order to get out of the faction strife, you need to build your own forces. Get your own Knights officially recognized.

Success reward: ???

Failure penalty: none]

This time, the goal setting was very kind.

I turned off the system window and reached for the bedside table. The satchel bag that had been moved here in advance on the morning of the Harvest Festival was caught.

At the same time when I carefully put the cherished picnic basket in it.

Knock, knock, knock.

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