A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 199
[‘Cliche Gourmet’ shivers at the thrill.] “... ... .”
The confused trembling subsided in Tesilid’s eyes as she watched the artifact. Soon, what was completed was a perfect expressionless face.
On the other hand, Queen Labiosa’s aquamarine eyes shook violently. As if all the chaos in the world had become her lot.
“Oh, how is this... ... .”
“... ... .”
“This is... ... real?”
“... ... .”
“No way... ... . My son is a prince. He was born with the symbol of royalty. It wasn’t this kind of silver hair... ... Ah!”
The moment her eyes met Tesilid’s, she had no choice but to shut her mouth. His eyes were inherited from his mother.
“I’m sorry, but I will conduct one more examination.”
The chief of the guard barely suppressed his excitement and examined him again.
This time, the blood that was to be matched with Tesilid’s blood was not Queen Labiosa’s blood.
A vial containing someone’s blood was brought in under tighter security than the bloodline test artifact.
If it was the blood of the king who was sick, the result would have been the same.
“Oh, my goodness!”
As expected, there was no twist. The artifact, once again dyed red, finished all the proof.
The chamberlain knelt down with a moved face.
“I see His Highness the Second Prince!”
Only then did the nobles shout.
“Wow, it’s the prince!”
“Prince Reminic has returned alive!”
“The owner of the Holy Sword has given us the lost Second Prince!”
Excitement and thrill shook the banquet hall.
“I, really? Tesilid?”
“Oh, crazy. Crazy. Crazy.”
“Excuse me, brother... ... ?”
Epaile, Hesti, and Ash blinked at the unbelievable reality.
“... ... .”
The reaction of Tesilid, the person concerned, was calm. The bewilderment took away his reaction.
The reality that had suddenly changed while leaving him still seemed to give him a sense of dissonance rather than realism.
As evidence, his eyes slowly scanning his surroundings were unfocused. [‘The Inspector of Heavenly Secrets’ fails to interpret the protagonist’s psychology.]
[‘The Words That Build the World’ groans at the protagonist’s strangeness.]
[‘The Scales That Judge Souls’ tells you to go and hold his hand.]
[‘The Cliche Gourmet’ wants you to quickly sort out the situation.] “How... ... What on earth is going on?”
Queen Labiosa asked in a half-souled voice.
I revealed the truth in front of everyone.
“A long time ago, there was a villain who separated Prince Reminic from his family. He used the maid he had planted as a servant to sneak the young princes out of the palace, and bribed the villain to kidnap them and sell them to a den of fanatics.”
As soon as I finished speaking, my eyes turned to a certain direction.
“Is that so, Your Highness Prince Hadale?”
“... ...!”
A commotion rose in the hall.
Hadale was surrounded by countless gazes. He continued to joke while sweating profusely.
“Why are you asking me that, Saint? Everyone will misunderstand if this continues. Haha... ... .”
“That was the last chance to confess. It’s too bad, Prince.”
“W-what a ridiculous accusation! Stop it, Saint. Do you think there’s anyone among the nobles of Binchester who would be foolish enough to be incited by such a lie?”
“Is that wishful thinking?”
I laughed to myself.
I had already established my authority as a prophet of God by conducting a paternity test with just one word and proving the truth.
All eyes in the banquet hall were already on Hadale’s trial.
“Why are you looking at me like that! I said it was a false accusation!”
I cut off his outburst.
“Your Highness Princess Celestine and Count Gillette are thoroughly investigating what you did. Rejoice. You will soon pay the price, so you can sleep a little easier.”
“I, I am innocent... ... .”
“Do you think you won’t be able to find evidence because it happened so long ago? But what you have before your eyes right now is the Holy Scripture.”
“... ... .”
“God is helping me with this, so soon we will secure evidence and witnesses, as well as the personalities of the criminals you bribed. Look forward to it, Prince.”
“... ... !”
When I mentioned child kidnappers who I thought were murderers, his shameless face quickly turned pale.
Stupidly, he confessed his crimes in front of everyone with his expression.
The royal family will take care of the rest.
As I turned to Queen Labiosa, everyone’s eyes were focused on her.
She gasped for breath and barely managed to utter an order.
“... ... Arrest Prince Hadale.”
“Your Majesty! It’s a false accusation! My, my story... ...!”
“What are you guys doing! Take him away! Put him in prison and don’t give him food or water! I will personally interrogate that bastard who is worse than livestock!”
The queen’s anger filled the banquet hall.
Only then did the royal knights arrest the prince and drag him away.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty... ...! Please spare him! Please have mercy, Your Majesty... ... !”
The splitting screams grew farther and farther away. The door of the banquet hall slammed shut, cutting off the sinner’s screams. [‘Cliche Gourmet’ feels satisfied as if he’s watched a whole soap opera.]
[‘Cliche Gourmet’ leaves, leaving a rating of 7.0/10.0 for the development headquarters that allowed him to enjoy stimulating tastes.]
[‘Balance-Adjusting Sarcastic’ is delighted by the generous evaluation for some reason.]
[‘World-Building Words’ grumbles behind him that gourmet food is something to be enjoyed, not evaluated.] After that, time seemed to have stopped in the banquet hall for a long time.
No one dared to break the stagnant air. A small voice shook the air.
“Hyung... ...?”
“... ... .”
It was Regares.
He walked slowly, looking like a child who had been lost for a long time. Tesilid was in the direction his feet were pointing.
“Brother Reminik... ...?”
“... ... .”
As if responding to the call, Tesilid slowly turned his head. His sea-colored eyes were terribly indifferent.
Ligares, who flinched, stopped, unable to close the distance of two steps.
Instead, his right hand reached out toward Tesilid. As if he was going to hang on.
“Brother... ... . Brother Reminik... ... . Answer me, brother... ... .”
“... ... .”
“Call me Ligares. Like back then... ... . Like when we were little... ... .”
“... ... .”
“Please, call me... ... .”
“... ... .”
Ligares, who had a sad expression, started walking again. His long outstretched hand seemed to touch Tesilid’s face.
At that moment, Tesilid took a half step back and avoided his touch.
“... ... .”
“... ... .”
The implications of that action, a situation where it was impossible not to know.
Regares’s hand that had been stretched out in the air suddenly fell back. His face looked as if he was going to collapse and die.
Next was Queen Labiosa’s turn.
“Re, Reminik... ... .”
“... ... .”
“I, I... ... What nonsense did I say earlier... ... .”
Queen Labiosa thought about how she had brought up Tesilid to threaten me earlier.
She had already been slapped with her sharp tongue.
Her precious son who was so precious that he could change her life.
“Ah, ah... ... .”
Queen Labiosa covered her head with both hands and curled up. On her magnificent throne, she sobbed like the most pitiful sinner.
I carefully examined Tesilid.
The enemies who hated him in his past life have transformed into beings he must love.
What’s more, he only remembers everything. The face he made in that situation was exactly as I expected.
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“... ... .”
At that moment, ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ his solid expressionless face was nothing more than hiding his suffocating face.
I hurriedly approached him. And I grabbed his hand.
I told him whether or not anyone around me could hear.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to force yourself to accept it or embrace it.”
“... ... .”
Really, whether or not you could hear it.
“You can think of it as just getting rid of the enemy in a gentle way.”
So. Huh?
I was trying to soothe him and check his reaction.
Only then did he let out his breath as if he could breathe.
“... ... child.”
“Yeah, Terry.”
“I want to get out of here.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
I nodded to Ipeil to ask him to clean up after me.
As soon as I received a nod of understanding, I took out the transfer stone.
“Brother Reminic!”
“No! Please wait a minute... ...!”
I covered my ears from the new cries of Regares and Queen Labiosa.
The powder of the broken space transfer stone dyed my vision with light.
Our destination was neither Seonghwangcheong nor Gongwangseong. There was a place where I could rest my tired mind quietly. ✠ The place where Tesilid first opened his eyes in the 17th episode, a cabin near Peronsa.
Tesilid had been out on the terrace since he arrived here.
He leaned his arm against the wooden railing and took in the flower garden at dusk.
Meanwhile, the cool evening breeze gently tousled his silver hair.
If only that wind could blow his messy head cleanly.
Since he never seemed to get tired of admiring the scenery, I decided to approach him slowly.
He was holding a cup of warm drink in each hand.
“Terry, drink this.”
“... ... Thank you.”
The mug slowly tilted to the corner of his mouth, his throat throbbing.
“It’s delicious.”
He smiled faintly at me.
It seems that a quiet and pastoral environment is effective in calming people’s minds.
As I watched him, who seemed to have regained some stability, a thought crossed my mind.
Wouldn’t it be better to just let him live here?
He won’t have to interact with people here. He won’t have to experience the world’s hatred.
So wouldn’t it be okay to keep him from going outside this cabin and let him live inside this fence for the rest of his life?
This thought just came out of my mouth without a filter.
“Terry.”
“Yeah, kid.”
“Should I give you this house? Do you want to live here forever?”
“... ... What do you mean?”
“I thought it wouldn’t be bad to just throw everything away and live here.”
“Me?”
“Yeah.”
“... ... With you?”
“... ... .”
Uh... ... I didn’t think about that.
Special privileges for the possessed
