A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 197

At that moment, a voice rang out, capturing the attention of the room.

"Her Royal Highness, Princess Celested Violinn Binchester, enters!"

As the entrance doors swung open, the nobles made way, bowing and offering their respects.

Celested, with grace, rose the nobles to their feet and immediately made her way toward Bianca.

The two pretended to engage in casual conversation while secretly whispering.

"Bianca, what’s the progress on the task the Holy Mirror assigned last evening?"

"It’s progressing without a hitch."

It was a conversation whose meaning remained unclear.

Soon after, other members of the royal family made their appearances one by one.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Ligareth Ezentel Binchester, enters!"

"His Royal Highness, Prince Hadeil Lushben Binchester, enters!"

First, the two princes appeared, adorned in luxurious ceremonial attire and decorations.

"Her Majesty, Queen Laviosa Angela Binchester, enters!"

And then, the ruler of the kingdom made her entrance to the banquet hall.

Queen Laviosa crossed the hall, making her way toward a golden chair, inlaid with jewels, and took her seat.

Only after her arrival did the noise and orchestral music gradually return to the hall.

At a Binchester royal banquet, the subtle power struggles among the heirs to the throne were always expected.

Hadeil made his way through the nobles, deliberately parting the crowd as he approached Ligareth.

They exchanged pleasantries before lowering their voices and provoking each other.

"Ligareth, there were rumors about you at the palace last night."

"Rumors?"

"They say you proposed to the Holy Mirror at Her Majesty’s request."

"I don’t understand why that would be a rumor."

"Honestly, it’s pitiful. At your age, still under your mother’s shadow."

"It’s better than having no mother’s shadow at all, isn’t it? What, are you jealous?"

"...You fool."

"Then why provoke me?"

The tension between the ten-year apart half-brothers escalated quickly.

Hadeil, following suit, immediately began his verbal jab.

"How dare you speak so casually of the late queen? You must be pleased with yourself."

"What nonsense are you spouting now?"

"It seems the day is coming when you and Reminick will also be spoken ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) of with a smile. Am I wrong?"

"..."

Ligareth’s expression shifted dramatically.

"Shut up."

"What? With this little progress, what kind of confidence do you have to bring up the dead?"

"I told you to shut up."

SPLASH!

Ligareth, unable to hold back, grabbed his drink and splashed it at Hadeil. But Hadeil, as expected, sidestepped it.

"Calm down, my younger brother."

Hadeil restored order around them.

With a smile, he tried to act like a benevolent older brother while soothing the startled nobles.

Despite his calm demeanor, Ligareth’s fury and malice showed no sign of fading.

Fortunately, the tense atmosphere between the two cooled down.

It was thanks to a loud announcement that signaled the arrival of the most important figure.

"Lady Ayleth Rodeline, the Holy Mirror, and Sir Tesilid Arzent, the Sword of the Saint, enter!"

Ayleth, in a pure white ceremonial robe, and Tesilid, with his pink hair braided as if dipped in flower water, stepped into the banquet hall, escorted by the handsome knight.

A collective gasp, almost a sigh, echoed through the hall.

Like proof of being blessed with divine power, Ayleth radiated an aura that set her apart from ordinary humans, from head to toe.

Her beauty transcended admiration, evoking awe. The nobles felt a shiver run through them, overwhelmed by this extraordinary experience.

Ayleth crossed the hall and stood before Queen Laviosa.

"Thank you for the grand banquet, Your Majesty."

"Please, no need for such formalities, Holy Mirror. You are a benefactor of the royal family."

"That is too much praise."

"I have heard that your church will be completed soon. In gratitude, the royal family will show its sincerity."

"I was expecting that."

"I’ve prepared this banquet in your honor as well, but I wonder how you will feel about it."

"To be honest, this kind of gathering is new to me, so I’m a little nervous."

"Is that so?"

The Queen gestured to the attendants beside her, and soon, another similar chair was placed next to the Queen's throne.

It was typically reserved for royalty, and several nobles took a deep breath, speculating about its meaning.

"Please, sit comfortably by my side until your nerves settle. You may observe the banquet until it concludes."

"I am grateful for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Ayleth, whether she was aware of the political significance or not, smiled warmly and sat without hesitation in the chair the Queen offered.

A stir spread throughout the hall.

The Queen, with a smile, addressed the nobles.

"Please, continue enjoying the banquet."

Her stern tone signaled that no one should cast uncomfortable glances their way.

Meanwhile, the Holy Sword’s master, Tesilid, had moved to the side, maintaining decorum.

The silver-haired knight stood still in the corner like a still life, attempting to blend into the background. However, his natural beauty and aura effortlessly drew the attention of those around him.

Among those who looked his way were Hadeil and Ligareth.

Hadeil, who was seeing Tesilid for the first time, furrowed his brow and asked.

"That guy is the Sword of the Saint?"

"Are you interested? Since I’ve lost Ayleth to him, I might as well drag the Sword of the Saint into this."

Hadeil ignored Ligareth’s snark and muttered to himself.

"He’s... a little annoying."

"We agree on that."

"I heard the Holy Knight abstains from alcohol other than the wine provided by the church. Is that true?"

"...Really?"

The half-brothers, for once, seemed to be in sync. They exchanged glances with a few nobles.

Those who caught the subtle signal immediately took action.

They feigned friendliness, offering drinks poisoned with strong liquor to Tesilid.

They crowded around him.

Hadeil and Ligareth grinned as they watched the Holy Knight struggle to refuse.

<Wow, do you see that? The moment you step away, Ayleth, they’re all over him. It’s nauseating.>

It sure is, Agnes.

Watching Tesilid being forced to drink made me feel as though I had swallowed a bitter drink myself.

I wanted to rush over and mix it all together, then pour it into Hadeil and Ligareth’s mouths.

But for now, I had to remain seated next to Queen Laviosa.

["The Scales that Judge Souls" is filled with anticipation.]

["The Cliché Gourmet" is filled with anticipation.]

It seems like the two gods have different kinds of expectations.

I kept my eyes on Tesilid, still not diverting them, as I spoke to Queen Laviosa. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Your Majesty, I have a question, if it’s not too presumptuous."

"Please, speak, Holy Mirror."

"I recall you advised me to maintain neutrality yesterday. What is the reason for Prince Ligareth coming to deliver your message?"

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"You’re quite perceptive to know that, Holy Mirror."

Queen Laviosa seemed to try to smile, but she quickly gave up.

She returned to her neutral expression and calmly confessed.

"My mind has changed."

"Changed?"

"Though I was blinded by power, I cannot remain indifferent to my only son becoming a tyrant. I thought that with you, you might be able to suppress my son’s hatred."

"Why do you think so highly of me?"

"Because you are a saint."

"Pardon?"

"A saint is known to be wise and compassionate, the best choice for a bride."

My expression couldn’t help but turn sour.

"I’m afraid that’s not quite my style. In fact, I’m almost the opposite."

"Well, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s reassuring to know that you’re a strong woman who can manage my son."

"It feels like you’ve already made up your mind and are just fitting the reasoning to suit."

"I’m saying I like you that much, Holy Mirror."

["The Cliché Gourmet" is greatly disappointed by the lack of a mother-in-law conflict.]

["The Language of the World" snaps that if you're going to marry her off, you might as well add a prohibition against marriage in the doctrine.]

["The Secret Revelation Inspector" hurriedly silences the "Language of the World."]

"Thank you for your kindness. On that note, I also have no intention of going against Your Majesty."

"If that’s the case, the answer is clear. I believe you will answer correctly."

"And what if I don’t?"

"Then..."

Queen Laviosa's cold hand gently grasped mine.

"I will become your greatest enemy. Wherever you go, whatever you do."

She finished her words, staring at me intently. Her eyes seemed ready to absorb every reaction I had to her threat.

I opened my mouth.

"Understood. I’ll keep that in mind."

"..."

"By the way, Your Majesty, your hand is very cold. Before I leave, I’ll make sure to prepare a potion to improve circulation for you."

"...Alright."

Queen Laviosa withdrew her hand, exhaling softly.

It might have been a quiet laugh.

"By the way, Holy Mirror."

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Your gaze is too honest. It’s not suitable for palace life."

"...."

Ah, did it show that clearly?

I became flustered, momentarily distracted by the noblemen harassing Tesilid.

The Queen turned her gaze to me, her eyes cold.

‘Hmm, this isn’t good.’

If anyone in the royal family takes an interest in Tesilid, it’s always a bad sign.

It might be early, but I felt the need to pray for domestic peace right away.

However, there was a sudden disruption. An attendant approached with unexpected news for the Queen.

"Your Majesty, an additional delegation from the Holy Office is requesting an audience."

What? An additional delegation?