A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 194
Anyway, after acknowledging, I was guided to the bedroom.
As I opened the door and stepped in, a man in his late twenties greeted me, lounging loosely on the couch.
“Ah, you’ve come.”
With platinum blonde hair, the symbol of the Binschester royal family, and a handsome face. His smile, showing neat teeth, was confident and self-assured.
He was truly a prince, like someone straight out of a painting.
It was hard to imagine that this was the same person who had once passed out pathetically while doing pendulum swings hanging from the ceiling of the boss room.
“Saint, at last, we meet face to face.”
Although we were of the same rank in terms of protocol, the other person naturally spoke casually first.
I hesitated for a moment.
As one god once said, to appreciate the value of a sip of soda, sometimes it’s good to eat a little sweet potato.
So, I used formal speech.
“Yes, Your Highness. How may I assist you?”
“I came to deliver the items needed for tomorrow’s banquet, while also greeting my benefactor.”
Hadeil snapped his fingers arrogantly. Immediately, the maids brought in a box the size of a coffin and opened it in front of me.
Inside were an incredibly extravagant dress and sparkling jewels.
“Wow, it’s like a fantasy novel.”
As I was admiring the dress for a moment...
The self-conscious prince's voice echoed in my ears.
“I’ve prepared a dress fit for a saint. I thought it would be nice if you wore it and took my hand to enter the banquet hall.”
“Are you saying...?”
“At the banquet tomorrow, I’ll be your partner. How does that sound?”
No, it’s supposed to be me doing the partnering.
Hadeil seemed to want to stage an appearance where I, as the Divine Saint, was supporting him.
I quickly closed the box with the dress.
“I appreciate the gift, but it’s not necessary. Since I’m attending as the Divine Saint, I plan to wear ceremonial robes that befit the occasion.”
“Ceremonial robes at a royal banquet? How old-fashioned...”
I slightly raised my eyes and interrupted.
“It’s a fitting attire, so you can rest assured. And as for an escort, I don’t really need one. Even if I do have an escort, it will be someone else. I’ll politely accept Your Highness’s offer in spirit.”
Hadeil’s eyes twitched with irritation.
“As a national guest, shouldn’t it be my duty as the firstborn of the royal family to escort you? Think again.”
“Please respect the choice of the national guest.”
I thought he’d back down after this, but...
“I heard you were told by the queen to receive an escort from Ligarest.”
Nope.
The atmosphere became awkward due to Hadeil’s wild assumptions.
He seemed to be trying to give me outdated advice.
“The third prince despises the Elfenheim Church. I’d advise you that supporting him wouldn’t be a wise decision.”
He spoke as if he had some important piece of information everyone already knew.
“Anyway, I’ll leave the dress. If you change your mind, come to my room tomorrow wearing it.”
He couldn’t accept rejection and left, showing his immature attitude.
<What’s that? He really crossed the line.>
While Agnes grumbled, the maids hesitantly cleaned up the box containing the dress and jewels.
Then, the older maid approached me again, looking embarrassed as before.
“Excuse me, Divine Saint.”
“Yes?”
“Your Highness the Third Prince is here.”
“...Has he come?”
“Indeed, as expected from the Divine Saint! You are correct.”
“...Oh, yes.”
But the maid’s words didn’t end there.
“Actually, the Swordmaster was already here waiting. Both of them are in the reception room now.”
“...Together?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“...”
I felt my expression freeze involuntarily.
This wasn’t good.
In the previous chapter, Tesilid had suffered a lot because of Ligarest.
That wasn’t all. The ultimate downfall in Chapter 16 also came at Ligarest’s hands.
Tesilid had taken his last breath, pierced by Ligarest’s sword, alone and in pain in a stormy wasteland.
The two of them, if they met, it would only lead to a bad connection. Leaving them alone was dangerous.
“D-Divine Saint?!”
I urgently turned toward the reception room.
As I flung the door open, a chill filled the air, and I could feel the tense atmosphere between the two people standing in silence.
“...”
“...”
The platinum-haired boy, Ligarest, sitting provocatively on the couch with a smile.
And Tesilid, standing by the far window, silently receiving Ligarest’s gaze with a neutral expression.
Neither of them paid any attention to me as I entered the room, their full focus on each other.
What on earth had happened?
At that moment, I felt my palms getting slightly sweaty from the tension.
[‘The Scales that Judge Souls’ is enjoying this immensely.]
[‘Cliché Gourmet’ is unable to focus on anything else due to the stimulating taste of this scene.]
✠ Tesilid had a reason, or perhaps not, for coming to see Ayleth.
Under the pretense of discussing tomorrow’s banquet, he simply wanted to see her face a little longer.
In this suffocating royal palace, he could only breathe when he was beside her.
But when he arrived, the situation was far from good.
“The child, no, the Divine Saint is in the bedroom with Prince Hadeil?”
“Yes, Tesilid...”
“...”
“Well, let’s sit in the reception room and wait.”
The maids were embarrassed by the faux pas of the prince entering the lady’s bedroom first.
Due to that, they had forgotten to inform Tesilid that the Divine Saint and the prince were not alone in the bedroom.
Tesilid’s expression darkened considerably. But, unable to embarrass the maids, he quietly sat on the couch and waited.
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Sitting with an upright posture, his handsome figure naturally drew attention.
The sunlight pouring through the large window cast radiant beams on his silver hair.
At that moment, Tesilid looked like a living masterpiece, as if painted by a painter who was a master at using light.
A flawless, pure white figure from head to toe.
Indeed, the rumored Swordmaster, the beloved of the gods, and the Divine Saint’s man.
Just as a note, this last title was the most recent addition.
The maids, watching with admiration, wished for the peaceful and beautiful moment to continue.
But soon after, something changed in the reception room.
“I came to meet the Divine Saint.”
“...I have come to meet Prince Ligarest.”
The third prince, Ligarest, had arrived to meet Ayleth, following his half-brother’s steps.
Tesilid, though a guest, could not sit alongside royalty.
Before the maids could feel uncomfortable, he stood up from the couch and moved to stand by the window.
“I seem to have taken the seat.”
“Please, don’t worry.” 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
What followed was an awkward and uncomfortable silence. Ligarest’s gaze was pointedly observing Tesilid.
“...”
An unpleasant feeling began to fill the room, as the tension between the two men mounted.
As time passed, Tesilid’s gaze grew darker, contemplating the inevitable.
Compared to Hadeil, whose animosity changed constantly, Ligarest’s malice was far more consistent.
Because Tesilid was the Swordmaster, a representative and symbol of the Church, he had always been a target of Ligarest’s hatred.
The reason for the enmity was simple: it had always begun with a single glance. Once they met eyes, hostility began.
It had been an unchanging flow throughout every chapter.
How strange, I thought, that even a fated love at first sight couldn’t function this consistently.
Of course, Tesilid had long since given up on digging into the truth.
After all, the world he lived in was always on a path driven by hostility towards him, so it wasn’t surprising that one person moved with such blatant force.
Anyway, according to Tesilid’s prediction, it seemed Ligarest was about to pick a fight.
A look of boredom and disillusionment formed on his face as he waited.
As expected, after a while, Ligarest started.
“Tesilid Arzent. They call you the Swordmaster.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve heard you were from the Sacred Heart Academy?”
“Yes.”
“Then you must also be an orphan without any connections.”
“Yes.”
“For someone from such a background to rise under the Church’s protection and become the Swordmaster... quite a remarkable story. You truly are...”
“...”
“A dog of the Church.”
“...”
Tesilid, without a flicker of emotion, thought to himself.
‘How tiresome.’
It was a conversation pattern he had probably experienced around thirty times.
Next, Ligarest would probably start insulting the Academy.
But his prediction was completely off.
“So, what is your relationship with the Divine Saint?”
“...”
The words were designed to provoke a response from Tesilid.
His once detached gaze now fixed sharply on Ligarest.
And Ligarest, as if waiting for this moment, added, “I would prefer if you were on more intimate terms.”
“...”
His provocative smirk made his intentions clear.
Ligarest’s malice seemed to be taking a new form, one Tesilid had never experienced before.
“...”
“...”
At that moment, Ayleth entered the reception ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) room, the first to recognize Tesilid and call his name with a voice full of concern.
But Tesilid, aware of the situation, thought it was awkward to hear her now.
He didn’t want to give Ligarest the answer he was hoping for.
Though he knew that he shouldn’t show how special Ayleth was to him in front of Ligarest, it was impossible for him to pretend to be indifferent to Ayleth Rodeline now.
“...Ai.”
As always, his voice, deep with emotion, returned her call.
