A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 191
“Yes.”
Why deny it further?
Right. That was exactly what I was aiming for.
The one with the highest chance of becoming an Aura Master here is me!
Iphail is still at the advanced level of Aura Expert.
And Tesilid is at the highest level of Aura Expert like me, but according to the original work, he doesn’t reach Aura Mastery until the 40th cycle.
‘It’s still a long way off!’
Tesilid laughed, his voice rumbling in his throat.
“Alright, you can have it.”
“Really?”
At his kind words, I couldn't help but smile brightly.
“But what about my opinion? I didn’t give up.”
“Focus on becoming the highest first, right?”
“Ugh.”
With that one line, I defeated Iphail, and ‘The Blooming Sword’ became mine.
I carefully held the skill book with both hands and placed it in my inventory. I’ll learn it once I become a Master.
After the distribution was finished, I sent the others out and stayed behind with Tesilid.
There were still some tasks left, like converting minor item materials into currency and distributing portions not only for the knight order but also for Hild, Raywin, and Prinz.
Deputy Commander, who had been writing up the ledger with elegant handwriting, casually suggested.
“Perhaps we should appoint an administrative assistant to handle these tasks going forward?”
“An administrative assistant...”
I agreed.
We needed someone to handle management and accounting.
I happened to have someone in mind.
A person who had promised to help me with personnel management, financial matters, and other administrative tasks when I was young.
My friend, Bianca Gillette!
“That sounds like a good idea. I’ll recruit her next time I visit the kingdom.”
“Do you have someone in mind?”
“Yes, she’s truly talented. You’ll see.”
[‘The Eyes Watching the Chaos of All Things’ smiles while chewing on the carrot it offered.]
[‘The Sardonic Critic Who Balances the Scales’ asks why it’s eating it.]
[‘The Eyes Watching the Chaos of All Things’ says it’s good for eye health.]
Well, they seemed pleased.
But honestly, just thinking of Bianca made me feel incredibly happy.
“Let’s just endure a little longer, Tesilid.”
“Yeah.”
It was then that we finished organizing the ledger and suddenly received a message.
[‘Building a World with Words’ urgently summons a meeting at the Development Headquarters!]
Huh? An urgent meeting at the Development Headquarters?
[‘The Divine Interrogator’ asks what bug has triggered this time.]
[‘The Scales of Soul Judgment’ shakes its head at the Development Headquarters' lack of proper handling.]
[‘The Creator Economy Manager’ prays it’s not a copy bug or cash copy bug.]
[‘Building a World with Words’ angrily insists that it’s not that.]
What could be happening at the Development Headquarters, where the Lord of Words resides?
[‘Building a World with Words’ screams that the head of the Possession Management Bureau is about to visit the Development Headquarters!]
[‘The Scales of Soul Judgment’ is horrified.]
[‘The Creator Economy Manager’ is disgusted.]
It seems that the highest official from the Possession Management Bureau is about to visit the Development Headquarters.
In short, the current situation is...
‘The Legion Commander’s visit?’
[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ writhes in agony as they recall bad memories.]
[‘The Sardonic Critic Who Balances the Scales’ searches for snack foods with trembling hands.]
[‘The Eyes Watching the Chaos of All Things’ tightly shuts its eyes, ignoring the reality.]
[‘Building a World with Words’ curses about how it would rather go look for its runaway son than deal with this.]
[‘The Divine Interrogator’ hurriedly silences ‘Building a World with Words.’]
The Interrogator then took Lord Words by the hand, or rather escorted him, and they headed to the conference room, with other gods from the Development Headquarters following, making the message window quiet once again.
I asked the remaining heads of the Review and Business Divisions.
‘What’s the name of the Legion Commander, or rather, the President?’
[‘The Scales of Soul Judgment’ says there are so many souls that it’s hard to predict which one will come.]
The name seems like a title that increases according to achievements, much like how my nickname is used in the Possession Community chat.
Just as I was picking up a bit of knowledge about the divine realm...
“Ah.”
“Hmm?”
The low voice had a way of drawing people’s attention. I stopped everything and looked at him.
In my view, a handsome man with a serious expression was standing there.
“About the Blooming Sword, I think it would be good to learn it before the fall.”
“Before the fall?”
“Yes.”
It’s currently mid-summer, so what he meant was that I should master Aura within one season.
At that moment.
<What? You’re asking Ayleth to do something that even you haven’t accomplished yet, and you’re doing it so confidently?>
“...”
“...”
The atmosphere became awkward.
“Agnesssss.”
<Clears throat!>
When I gave a look to indicate that Tesilid was lowering his spirits, all I received was a cough.
Tesilid, looking somewhat flustered and embarrassed, pretended to wash his face with his hand and covered his mouth.
His earlobes, visible through his silver hair, were bright red.
“Ah, well... I see.”
“No, no, Tesilid! Don’t be discouraged!”
I patted his shoulder to cheer him up.
Then, to change the mood, I took his serious words and continued the conversation.
“I understand what you meant. You’re saying that, in preparation for the ‘Devil’s Grand Festival’ happening in the fall, I need to become stronger, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
He gave a thankful look and a small nod.
Agness, curious, spoke up.
<Devil’s Grand Festival?>
I gestured to Tesilid to explain it.
“In the demon world, every thousand years, there is a day when three moons appear together.”
A waning crescent, a bleeding full moon, and a melting new moon. Each of these moons symbolizes a Demon Lord.
“The event is called the ‘Walpurgis Night,’ and when it occurs, disasters come upon the human world.”
<What kind of disaster occurs?>
“That is...”
Tesilid narrowed his eyes and closed his mouth. He seemed like he had something he wanted to say, but was holding back.
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As the silence lingered, I picked up the conversation.
“Burst and Sync events will occur simultaneously in the capitals of every country.”
This cycle will be particularly large, given that the chaotic demon, Reed, is involved.
And that’s not all.
‘I’ve been disrupting Reed’s plans up to now.’
The more I hinder Reed’s schemes, the more I paradoxically accelerate his destructive actions.
The disaster from the 17th cycle may pale in comparison to the catastrophe that may unfold this time.
For that, I needed to prepare.
“As Tesilid said, I need to become much stronger than now. Help me, Agness.”
✠
After intense training in hell, I occasionally went on raids with the Silver Citadel Knight Order and the dungeon.
The peaceful days of living an SS-class life piled up for more than a month.
The day to visit the royal palace finally arrived.
Under the pretext of showcasing the kingdom’s dignity, I dressed heavily in ceremonial attire, draping the Clamiss cloak over my shoulder on top of my paladin’s uniform.
At least now, the scorching summer heat had passed, so it wasn’t too unbearable.
Along with Tesilid, the owner of the Holy Sword, I headed to the inner courtyard of the Holy Office, along with the Silver Citadel members.
“Sis, you look great today.”
“Ash, you look different too.”
Today, Ash was also dressed in the royal knight uniform instead of his usual black leather armor.
As we exchanged compliments, we stepped outside. People sent by the Binchester royal family were waiting for us.
“We’ve come to escort you, Your Holiness.”
Two polite voices, slightly trying to hide their awkwardness, overlapped. The two male knights waiting for us were quite familiar.
“Oh, Ray, brother.”
“The person next to you is our captain’s older brother.”
“They’ve changed their uniforms, haven’t they?”
Prinz and Raywin, who were wearing royal knight uniforms instead of academy uniforms, were in charge of escorting us to the royal palace.
“Linze Oppa!”
It was a familiar selection based on prior acquaintance, and I happily approached and lightly tapped Prinz’s shoulder.
Thud!
“Ugh!”
“Ah, you, oppa... what are you doing? You, the Divine King, really are something. By the way, did you finally become a knight? Good job, our firstborn! Now, let’s rise and build our family!”
“...It feels like you’ve already done most of the work.”
“Heh, don’t be so weak. You’re the grandson of the Duke of Hispenril, show some pride! When you meet grandfather, make sure you straighten up your posture.”
“...Alright.”
After sharing sibling affection, I handed Prinz over to the other members.
Last time, there was no time for conversation due to the battle, but now was the chance for a proper exchange.
In the meantime, I looked back at Raywin. I extended my right hand for a handshake and greeted him.
“Nice to see you again, Lord Balenshtyne.”
“...I’m glad to see you again, Ayleth.”
He nervously extended his right hand to match mine.
There was a slight mishap here.
‘...Hmm?’
<Oh my, look at him.>
Raywin held my hand, turned the back of it upwards, and then placed his lips on it.
‘What’s this? Is this some reverse harem novel?’
I froze in shock, and Tes
ilid hurriedly stepped forward.
“Lord Balenshtyne, I believe this is too much.”
“Ah, really? Sorry, Ayleth. I didn’t mean to treat you like /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ a lady.”
Raywin, embarrassed, quickly withdrew.
I waved my hand lightly.
“It’s okay. It was just the first time I received a kiss on the back of my hand. I was a little surprised.”
“Really? That was your first time?”
He looked somewhat pleased by this.
“Yes. I’ve received a kiss on the palm, though.”
“...With whom?”
What’s with the sudden change in expression?
[‘The Scales of Soul Judgment’ finds the reaction so amusing that they encourage more teasing.]
[‘The Scales of Soul Judgment’ quickly corrects that they’re not interested in teasing Lord Balenshtyne, but rather the protagonist’s reaction.]
