A Transmigrator’s Privilege - Chapter 112

Chapter 112

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Bonfires were lit here and there. The knights, both men, and women took off their clothes to dry and wrapped themselves in blankets.

Once more, I thought it was regrettable that there was no wizard.

If there were a wizard who handles water, everyone would have been able to dry the clothes right away.

‘Wizards have really good utilities.’

Just as I was thinking about recruiting a talented wizard.

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ proposes to seduce the owner of the Wizard Tower.]

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ laughs insidiously and says the owner of the tower is one of the preferred jobs for a male lead in Rofan.]

I kept a straight face.

‘Ms. Libra, did you forget who is in charge of the Wizard Tower in the 17th episode?’

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ flinches.]

Based on her reaction, I thought the next comment would be normal.

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ cautiously adds that being the last boss can also be an attribute of a male lead.]

…Doesn’t this seem a little over the line?

[‘The World-building God’ gets angry, telling ‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ to not act like a romance addict.]

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ proudly replies asking what’s wrong with romance addicts.]

“Eli, come here.”

I turned my head at the friendly voice.

Before I knew it, Thesilid, who had started a fire and made a place to rest, was waiting for me.

“We are lagging behind schedule.”

“It’s no big deal.”

It’s not good to waste time because of the shards, but I wasn’t ruthless enough to leave the subjugation party in a dangerous place by themselves, let alone Thesilid.

“You’re hungry, right? Let’s eat something.”

“Well, there is a shard in my mouth.”

“Ah.”

My hand stopped rummaging through the satchel bag.

“It’s okay, Eli. Don’t mind me and eat.”

“It’s a flimsy excuse but, let’s eat something delicious after the subjugation.”

“Okay.”

Thesilid smiled as if he was really looking forward to it.

<He smiles a lot these days. He doesn’t have eyes like a dead fish anymore.>

Maybe Agnes doesn’t like to look at men’s faces. It’s amazing how she can criticize the most handsome man in the world without hesitation.

When I was choosing a simple menu with the intention of eating only enough not to feel hungry for the time being.

“Your Grace.”

Clovis and Rex came looking for me with embarrassed faces.

“I think it will be difficult to implement your order because there is a problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

“As everything got wet, it seems that supplies were contaminated with demonic energy.”

It happens often.

It was common for a space transition stone contaminated with demonic energy to be damaged and send people to the wrong coordinates, or for the effectiveness of healing potions to be halved.

That’s why items like my satchel bag, which prevents demonic contamination, were very rare.

“I’m sorry, Your Grace.”

“No, it’s not something the captains should apologize for.”

It wasn’t even something to worry about. Just in time, a good means of solving the food shortage came up.

“Is it time to show the miracles of five loaves of bread and two fishes?…”

“What?”

“How many are there in total?”

“There are 59 people including Your Grace and Sir Thesilid.”

“All right.”

Clap, clap!

I stood up and clapped my hands to draw attention.

“Come on, let’s get ready to eat!”

“Your Grace?”

I rummaged through my satchel bag and took out the picnic basket I received as a quest reward yesterday.

<Oh, you’re finally using this.>

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

I thought it would be nice to have warm food, so I choose a steaming stew and grilled skewers to put in the basket, closed the lid, and opened it.

Everyone just tilted their heads until I handed the food to Rex, who had an expression of ‘what the hell are you doing’.

However, when I took out another identical menu and handed it to Clovis, the atmosphere changed dramatically.

“What?!”

“I’m sure you put only one set in earlier?!”

I held a skewer of meat in each hand and told everyone.

“I’ll hand them out one by one. Stay in your seats.”

“Yes, your Grace…!”

For some reason, everyone seemed to have tears in their eyes.

There was no particular reason for serving the food by hand without asking each person to come out to receive it. Everyone was drying their clothes and bodies and concentrating on restoring their physical strength, so shouldn’t someone who can afford to move, do it?

I started with the Knights Templar.

Hestio, who received the food, said in a low voice.

“The skill to train others with food is still the same.”

“The taste of the food is also still the same. Enjoy.”

Ephael deftly joked.

“If I say that Thesilid and I are best friends do I get another one?”

“Hestio will nag about it so no.”

I went over to where the Knights of Grace were gathered in twos and threes.

“Ah, Lord Helcion O’Dreck.”

“……”

A blond-haired, blue-eyed man who was in the middle of forced silent practice, looked up at me with sad eyes.

Seems like I can’t postpone it anymore, so I released the debuff out of mercy.

“Ah……ahh……”

He did vocal training like a mermaid prince who regained his voice. Then he knelt down in front of me.

“Th-thank you! Thank you so much, Your Grace!”

“Oh, you are using formal speech so well. The silent practice seems to have a good effect, so in the future….”

“Sorry! I won’t do that again! Please forgive me!”

I think he is really going to cry. It seems that there were many difficulties.

After serving food, I returned to Thesilid. As I sipped Greek yogurt into my mouth, pleasant words flowing from here and there tickled my ears.

“Oh, it’s delicious…The taste of a meal eaten after barely escaping death is the best……”

“Her Grace is a very nice person……saving us and feeding us like this…”

“Hey, who said our Grace was bullheaded and had a bad personality? No matter where you look, she’s a bonafide Saint…!”

The time for reorganization came to an end.

Using the recovered stamina as fuel, the unit started moving again.

When we climbed the unusually long staircase and stepped onto the third floor, a grand arched door was found at the end of the hallway.

We finally arrived in front of the Boss’s room.

“Only I and Sir Thesilid will enter. Everyone else, stand by outside the door.”

“Yes! Your Grace!”

This time, neither of the two captains was talking nonsense about support and cover.

Thesilid and I stood with our hands on either side of the archway door.

“Terry, are you ready?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

We pushed the door at the same time.

Kiiiiw.

The door opened and a bright light shone through the crack. A magnificent banquet hall of ice appeared in front of us.

A huge mirror was rotating like an astronomical constellation on the ceiling, which was so high that you could only see if you bent your neck.

It was the Mirror of Ugliness.

I feel like my left eye which had the shard was hurting.

Tap, tap.

We went deep inside and stood in the center of the hall. The door slammed behind us, and a blue stream of air formed high above our heads.

Whii-yyy!

[<System> ‘Emelania, the Fallen Snow Queen’ ranked 401st in the Demon World, has appeared.]

She descended to the ground and landed like a flower in the wind.

<……>

She was bigger and more colorful than the alter ego outside the castle. The high crown, neck collar, and royal scepter showed the dignity of a ruler.

But her lines were terrible.

<Ah, Kai. To come back to me as such a beautiful young man. It was worth patiently waiting for a long time.>

We ignored it and had a little briefing prior to the raid.

“Ah, Emelania has two phases, and the second one is the real deal.”(Terry)

“Yes, I know everything about the target. Don’t worry.”(Eli)

“I feel reassured.”

[‘The Creative Business Manager’ likes short meetings.]

While summoning the Holy Sword Libra, Thesilid said.

“I’ll do it alone until she turns over the first phase.”

“Because of aggro? But it will take a long time.”

Why is it a regular practice to subdue an S-class dungeon with multiple people? It was because of the demand for damage that is difficult to deal alone.

There are ways for me to pour heals on him so he doesn’t mind injuries and just focus on tank and deal. But even so, it’s still difficult for him to match the amount of damage by himself, and from the moment I overuse heal, the aggro has no choice but to bounce off to me.

Thesilid seemed to have other plans.

He said, taking a stance to run towards the boss at any moment.

“You know the shortcut, right?”

“…Can you do it?”

“Yes. Just trust me.”

<Oh, what is it! Let me know!>

When Agnes got annoyed by the excluding conversation between the regressor and the transmigrator.

“Then I’ll go.”

Thesilid’s legs kicked the ground. It was the beginning of the battle.

<Kai, welcome.>

Emelania welcomed Thesilid with wide open arms.

Thesilid, who had narrowed the distance to her in an instant, leaped toward her gigantic body.

The tip of his sword aimed at the heart made of ice.

Chaeng!

<Kai……? Why……?>

Emelania swung her scepter and struck off the sword with a surprised look on her face.

Thesilid corrected his stance and charged again.

Kugugun!

A thick wall of ice blocked Thesilid’s path and protected Emelania.

Geugguk!

The ice was crushed with sparks. Amidst those brutal sounds, Emelania spoke affectionately.

<Kai, why are you doing this? Don’t do that, come to me. You loved being held in my arms.>

“……”

<Ah, yes. I can’t treat you like a child anymore. Then it’s okay for you to hug me!>

“……”

<It’s okay, come on! Don’t hesitate!>

……Oh, I really can’t hear it.

<Ellet, calm down.>

“Ah yes. Agnes. Huff.”

I must have loaded Serpens with aura without realizing it.

Agnes asked.

<But what is the shortcut he mentioned earlier?>

“Ah, that. No big deal.”

Kwakwawang!

The Holy Sword Libra pierced the ice wall. Amidst the scattering ice shards, Thesilid swung his sword at Emelania.

Chae Ku-cheng!

The royal scepter and the holy sword collided, and an ear-tingling resonance wave shook the hall.

I continued my words without taking my eyes off the battle.

“He’s going to enrage her.”

<That’s the basics of being a tanker.>

“Not that, it’s a provocation with his mouth.”

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