A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 200

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[‘The Word of Creation’ steals a glance at your wealth status and sighs.]

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Fortunately—or unfortunately—the atmosphere quickly dissipated.

"That was a difficult question, wasn't it?"

"No, it's not difficult, but..."

I immediately denied it, but I couldn't find a proper way to back up my words.

It was awkward. I felt really awkward.

What should I do?

Before I knew it, I found myself mimicking Tesilid's habit and washing my face with my dry hands.

He didn’t wait long for my answer.

Tesilid gave a brief, dry smile before turning his head back to face forward. Then he spoke.

"I know."

Know what?

...I couldn't ask out loud.

Before long, a sunset-colored glow spread across Tesilid's face, which had become expressionless.

The air had grown heavier, as if the wind had stopped altogether.

He spoke softly.

"Child."

"Yeah?"

"They say I'm a prince."

"......"

"Then, the queen would be my mother, and the third prince would be my full brother."

"......"

"...... Hah."

The sound of an involuntary laugh was unfamiliar. It felt like the first time I had heard such a bitter, disillusioned chuckle.

He never used to laugh like this.

It upset me too.

"Terry..."

I was about to gently pat his shoulder when he turned back to face me.

"Still, I’m glad, child."

...Glad?

"You know what I've been through, and what I’m about to face."

"......"

"I'm glad you understand."

Is that so? The fact that I've been a silent observer of your life up to the hundredth round actually comforts you this time.

In that case...

"Yeah."

I’m glad.

That I can empathize with those painful memories you had to bear alone.

I wanted to do something comforting, anything. So, I raised my hand and gently stroked his silver hair.

Whether he understood my intentions or not, Tesilid accepted my touch calmly.

As I continued moving my hand, hoping it would ease some of the gloom on his face, a faint tremor brushed my ear.

"Why are you laughing?"

"It tickles. I can't hold it in anymore."

...So, you were just holding it in.

For someone who had been trying so hard to comfort him, it was a bit disappointing.

But soon enough, it didn’t matter.

His narrowed eyes and the soft curve of his lips showed that this time, it was a true smile.

Why does it feel like I’m a bit ticklish too?

I withdrew my hand and turned to face forward, changing the subject.

"What should we do about your name?"

"My name?"

"I was thinking of calling you Reminic."

"Call me Terry. Just like now."

As expected, he didn't seem to want to think of himself as a prince.

"Alright. Actually, I like that name too, Tesilid Arzent."

As his eyes widened, his sea-colored irises fully revealed themselves, and soon a faint smile spread across his face.

"Well, at least one person in this world is willing to accept me."

"Of course."

I answered confidently.

Half of my life has been revolving around him already. I can't deny the axis of the world.

Looking into his clear, sea-colored eyes, I encouraged him.

"So, be confident."

"Yeah, I’ll try."

Tesilid’s voice mixed with a hint of laughter.

With that, we both leaned back and sipped our mugs while watching the sun sink below the western horizon.

The peaceful memories of my days with Tesilid were precious.

Just as I was feeling a sense of calm in the tranquil landscape, a tingling sound reached my ears.

Ding! [ 'The Mission of the Word Master 3rd Stage' has been completed.]

The system notified me of the success of the third-stage mission of the Word Master.

‘Oh!’

The quest was about designating my parish and building a magnificent temple on it.

‘The church construction I asked Grandfather to do in Feronsa is finally finished!’

In that case...

"Now, I can make some real money."

"...Child?"

"Yeah! Terry! It's nothing!"

Tesilid, looking puzzled, watched me gently tap his mug with mine.

The honey milk we drank after our little toast tasted wonderful.

Chapter 33: Welcome to the Holy Scripture’s Temple!

The Tower of Midnight.

This was a training institution for mages and the central administrative body of the Ragneap Magic Republic.

Commonly referred to as the Magic Tower, the position of Tower Master had always been determined solely by magical ability, according to the long-standing traditions of the tower.

Therefore, after the previous Tower Master was murdered, the position would have naturally gone to Moriphis Marcelion.

However, he was currently held hostage by the Holy Scripture, so Count Gast Nausen was temporarily elected as the Tower Master.

Count Nausen was a mid-level mage who had reached the 6th circle.

Although temporary, he was still far from qualified to fully perform the duties of a Tower Master.

However, he had managed to ascend to the peak of power due to the strong backing of a powerful entity.

Tap tap tap.

The hurried, anxious footsteps of a man not resembling a true ruler echoed as they ascended the stone stairs. The place he arrived at was the highest level of the Tower of Midnight.

The dome roof, which seemed to transport the starry night sky above, arched above him.

Beneath it, a man leisurely examined the countless tomes spread across the room.

A handsome man with jet-black hair, seemingly forged from pure darkness. He was known by many names.

To the demons and heretics, he was called the "Newborn Chaos Demon."

To those who followed the will of the One God, he was known as the "Darkness Begotten by Light."

Finally, to the seekers who had been granted the permission to reach the truth of the world, he was called this:

"I’ve heard you arrived, ‘The Exiled One of the Returned World.’"

Count Nausen bowed low and humbly spoke.

His attitude toward the one known as Reid was not unlike that of the demons.

Worship and awe.

Reid was the very truth of the world. Therefore, whenever Count Nausen met him, he felt the satisfaction of being chosen as one who had reached that truth.

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Reid, however, pretended not to hear his words and continued to focus on the book before him.

After some time, Count Nausen, feeling the silence stretch on, was the first to speak.

"I see. You’ve returned from somewhere beyond the mortal realm?"

"Yes."

In response to Reid’s indifferent answer, Count Nausen continued the conversation.

"Then you haven’t heard the latest news from the Kingdom of Winchester. It seems the owner of the Holy Sword has been revealed to be the long-lost second prince of the royal family. It’s a farce, really. How ridiculous, don't you think?"

"......"

Of course, Reid did not laugh.

Attempting to lighten the mood had only backfired, and Count Nausen shrank back.

"...I take it you already knew."

"Yes."

Was it just a feeling? Count Nausen felt a chilling sense of dread as he imagined Reid’s shadow looming over him, staring.

Instinctual fear surged within him, causing his breath to grow labored and shallow, causing a disturbing noise in the quiet room.

Reid, as though finding it troublesome, contained the shadow and released Nausen’s choking breath.

Seeing the sweat on Nausen’s forehead, Reid finally spoke.

"What is Ayleth Rodeline doing these days?"

"Ayleth Rodeline...? Oh! You mean Sacred Scripture."

"Yes."

"I hear that the Sacred Scripture's pioneer church in Feronsa has been completed. The foundation ceremony will be held soon."

"I see."

Reid showed no further interest. Nausen, on the other hand, hastened to ask.

"How should we deal with the Chimera researcher we are supposed to get back?"

"...Ah, come to think of it, there was trash in Ayleth Rodeline’s spatial storage."

"Trash... Yes, that’s right."

Reid paused for a moment, deep in thought.

The Helkaion Dungeon Burst he had caused at the border. And the resulting open-air mines of magic bloodstone.

Originally, it was intended to escalate into an armed conflict between two countries over mineral resources.

But as things turned out, it seemed that Ayleth was trying to prevent this from escalating into a conflict, instead trying to use it as leverage in negotiations.

With the current situation, it was highly likely that the Ragneap Magic Republic would forgo the magic bloodstone mines in exchange for receiving the Chimera researcher’s custody.

The plan to sow discord between the Kingdom of Winchester and the Elfenheim Holy Kingdom had already failed.

There was no way to cut off the communication between the church and the republic now.

Reid let out a low laugh, his voice ringing ominously.

‘You’ve ruined my plans a lot, Ayleth Rodeline.’

Reid didn't know how to truly be angry with her, so his deep feelings only seemed to carry a subtle madness.

"Go outside."

"Yes? Oh, yes."

Though the answer regarding the Chimera researcher hadn’t come yet, Count Nausen dared not speak out of turn.

Reid remained alone in the vast, planetarium-like space, gazing up at the dome ceiling. Above him, the stars seemed to rain down. ✠

After spending two days recovering, Tesilid and I left my parents’ honeymoon home.

We needed to report to the Cardinal Council about what had transpired in the kingdom. But if I had taken Tesilid to the Holy Office, it was clear we would face trouble.

The council would grill him, and many people in the Holy Office would try to use his status for their own schemes.

So we first stopped by the royal palace. I wanted to leave Tesilid under my grandfather's protection.

As soon as my grandfather saw Tesilid, his eyes grew red, and he wrapped him tightly in his massive arms, like a vast plain embracing him.

"You must have had a difficult time, my son-in-law. How much of a shock ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) it must have been."

"It’s fine..."

"What! I can feel your back muscles tense up. There's no need to pretend everything’s okay."

"...Yes."

Then I went to the Holy Office alone.

As expected, the Cardinal Council reacted to Tesilid’s absence.

They grumbled about why he didn’t come, accused him of becoming complacent now that he was a prince, criticized his character, and tried to beat him down, saying that no matter what his status was, he should obey the church before God...

Only when I spoke did they quiet down.

"Do you want to see Tesilid renounce his vows right here?"

"......"

After that, I had to spend hours acting as Tesilid's spokesperson, enduring one questioning session after another.

By the time I finished my work and was exhausted, I left the conference room.

In the hallway, I ran into Clovis, the commander of the Temple Knights, whom I hadn't seen in a while.

It seemed he had just returned from a long mission and was reporting back to the Holy Office.

"Long time no see, Sacred Scripture."

"Long time no see, Sir Clovis."

Clovis was the biological son of Cardinal Bezalus Arzent, Tesilid’s godfather.

Though they weren’t blood relatives, they had been raised like brothers.

So, the news about Tesilid’s true lineage must have affected Clovis deeply.

"I heard the news. Tesilid... was the second prince of the royal family."

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