A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 207

In a quiet voice, there was a deep concern, mixed with a suppressed surge of emotion. It felt somewhat strange.

Hmm, it’s better to finish the business quickly and leave.

I brightened up, as if nothing had happened, and said with confidence, "It’s a good thing, actually. I’m planning to be somewhere with Tesilid for a while, so I just wanted to let you know that we might be unreachable for a bit."

"I see. Understood."

"Well then, since you’re busy, Tesilid and I will take our leave."

"Yes. Please take care, Your Grace."

We exited the Cardinal’s Council room. As the door closed behind us, the light that had been pouring into the hallway slowly diminished.

As I retraced my steps, I could feel cautious gazes grazing my cheek.

"Ah..."

The voice sounded more deeply worried than before. I needed to clear up the misunderstanding.

"It was an act earlier. What if you get tricked too?"

"...Ah."

When I chuckled softly and spoke, Tesilid belatedly became embarrassed.

I decided to tease him a bit more.

"It seemed like a good role reversal."

"Role reversal?"

"That’s how I feel when I look at you. Keep that in mind."

"...You knew what my feelings were like?"

"Hmm?"

"Never mind."

Tesilid awkwardly changed the subject, attempting to divert the conversation.

"The Holy Office’s attitude is firmer than I expected. They didn’t even ask where you and I are going."

"Ah, now that you mention it."

"Something doesn’t sit right. It feels like there’s more to this."

Tesilid continued probing.

At that moment, I absentmindedly responded with indifference.

"It’s probably nothing. You don’t have to worry too much."

Tesilid’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Hey, did you know something?"

"Well, yes. I do."

"Then why didn’t you tell me before we came here...?"

Just then, Tesilid’s words were cut off unnaturally.

He stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the hallway. His gaze turned away from me, staring at something far in the distance.

I turned my head in the direction he was looking, and then...

‘Ah, this is bad.’

I felt a sense of ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) defeat.

One side of the first-floor corridor was open to the garden with no wall.

There, a mysterious female priest was being escorted by Clovis and Rex.

Her steps were graceful and light, as if she were out for a stroll.

Her long, black hair, shining like a starry night, fluttered in the wind and then settled down. Her eyes, gazing at the flowers, had a mysterious mix of blue and gold.

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She was clearly someone I had never seen before, but there was no way I could mistake who she was.

Muriel Filizé.

The original saint who would perfectly take my place without regret. She had arrived.

<So, that’s her.>

In that one sentence, everything I had told Agnes seemed to be encapsulated. I also became aware of Tesilid’s reaction.

The first time the protagonist meets Muriel in the original story was after the 40th cycle.

It was then that the growing affection led to their eventual union in the 86th cycle.

But what followed was a series of betrayals for three consecutive cycles.

The protagonist discovers that their beloved is cursed by a demon and has only a limited time to live.

He willingly gives up his life to save her. That was the end of the 86th cycle.

In the 87th cycle, he overprotects her to prevent the curse from affecting her, ensuring her lifespan is unharmed. But this time, the saint is caught up in the political struggles of the Holy Office and is framed for a terrible crime.

Again, unable to watch his lover suffer, the protagonist takes the blame and sacrifices himself.

Now, it was the 88th cycle. As it was the last of the three betrayals, this cycle would bring a shocking revelation.

The saint directly betrays the protagonist, accusing him of heresy before his public execution.

Just before the burning at the stake, she said, "This world needs your death. I’m sorry. And thank you, Sir Tesilid."

While I felt anger, there was also a strange sense of gratitude in her words.

If she hadn't created such an uncomfortable atmosphere with that statement, the protagonist might have died for her a few more times. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Indeed, the protagonist of the Sacred Meetings loved Muriel dearly.

So now, what about Tesilid, standing in front of me?

I had been faithfully disrupting the original story as a transmigrator.

Would you still love Muriel in this twisted world?

Is it really that strong a connection?

...Is it fate?

I silently asked myself, watching Tesilid Arzent’s figure.

"..."

It was as if time had stopped for him.

His gaze was fixed entirely on Muriel. His eyes, slightly wider than usual, seemed to have forgotten how to blink.

The sight of this handsome man, who appeared to be focusing all his attention on Muriel Filizé, answered my question.

I muttered bitterly to myself.

‘Must be nice, Inspector. Looks like it’s going according to the original...’

Just then, she spoke.

"Why... are you here personally...?"

"What?"

I couldn’t quite catch the words as they were filled with trembling.

Tesilid seemed to snap out of it and turned toward me. His gaze was shaky and confused.

There was no time to ask why.

"Are you... the Holy Saint?"

"...!"

Muriel had spotted us and was walking toward us.

Clovis and Rex followed her, their faces filled with awkwardness.

It seemed that our meeting was an uncomfortable situation for them.

By the time Muriel had come to stand before us, she bowed slightly.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Holiness. I’m Muriel Filizé."

"Yes. It’s a pleasure, Your Holiness."

I returned the greeting, addressing her according to her title. Muriel smiled warmly, her eyes curving.

"Ah, I see, you recognized me right away."

"Yes, just as you recognized me."

My eyes instinctively scanned Muriel.

Her graceful demeanor, calm attitude, and gentle aura—coupled with her stunning appearance.

Her eyes, especially, which contained both blue and gold, were so mystical and sacred, it felt as though I was witnessing a divine descent.

"Now, with that, it feels like we’re sisters, doesn’t it?"

Her laughter was clear and transparent.

She truly looked like the perfect image of a saint, as if drawn in a picture.

‘Of course, she should be perfect.’

In truth, Muriel was a manifestation of a special person who was sleeping in the sacred land. If they were going to create a substitute, it made sense for them to make it flawless.

And so, Muriel was beautiful. Truly breathtakingly beautiful. My heart wavered.

Why would they elevate the appearance of a villain pretending to be the heroine? Isn’t that overvalued?

Feeling a bit nervous, I glanced at Tesilid.

He had been standing still, completely frozen since getting a close look at Muriel. It was such an unlike him behavior.

By now, I wanted to ask.

‘Have you already fallen for her? Is that it?’

Just then, Muriel locked eyes with Tesilid, almost as if to show off.

"You are the holder of the Holy Sword, aren’t you? Sir Tesilid Arzent?"

"Yes, Your Holiness."

"It may sound strange, but is this our first meeting?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don’t know why, but I feel a sense of longing from you. If it’s alright, may I call you Tesilid by name?"

Without warning, Muriel began flirting with him.

<What?>

Agnes's chuckle clearly expressed disbelief. But unlike her, I wasn’t caught off guard.

The situation before my eyes was exactly like their first meeting in the original story.

Now, it was Tesilid’s turn to give his polite approval. I was waiting for it without much expectation when...

"Longing... I feel the same way, actually."

"...!"

What? You’re flirting too?

I snapped back to attention.

‘Hey! Tesilid!’

I never expected this from you!