A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 214

✠Tadadak!

The giant body of Balkus Odrek approaches me at a fast speed.

Currently, I am a sinner bound by a cross and chains, so my mobility is low. It was difficult to evade, so I had no choice but to take his attacks head-on.

And so, the moment we clashed.

Kaaaaang!

The blades of the plainclothes sword and the holy sword spread a clear metallic sound.

“Hoo!”

The old man’s brute force was immense. Even though I twisted my wrist to channel my strength, a chill ran up my arm.

But it didn’t matter.

“Even if I do this, I’m still doing my best!”

<What are you talking about all of a sudden... ... Gah!>

The queen’s brute strength [N O V E L I G H T] was limited only when she carried the cross, and it activated normally against Balkus Odrek.

<How... ... !>

Balkus panicked when she was suddenly pushed back in strength. I had no intention of acknowledging his circumstances.

I swung Serpens without mercy. The light of the aura traced the path of the ship and aimed for Balkus Odrek's neck.

Clink!

<Huh!>

Balkus barely managed to block the blow by raising his sword. However, the difference in strength was overwhelming. His feet scraped the floor and he was pushed to the side.

<What kind of ignorant strength is this!>

“Thank you for the compliment!”

I continued to attack in that state.

When Balkus' face was covered in cold sweat, I concentrated my tremendous strength on both arms.

The tendons in his shoulders trembled once. An explosive force that was enough to strain his body. I concentrated it in one moment, at one point. And then I struck Balkus.

Thump!

<Bam?!>

The mountain-like body flew away as if it was being thrown. Balkus Odrek, who had no idea that his body would float in the air, was flustered.

However, like a skilled knight, he landed far away and took a stance.

<Whew, whow... ... .>

“Haa, haa.......”

For a while, he and I held each other back and gasped for breath.

Unfortunately, I was behind in terms of physical strength.

For a long time, I couldn’t shake off my tired expression and gave him an excuse to gasp.

<How come you look tired already, heretic saintess.>

Why did I have to hide anything? I confessed honestly.

“Do you see the cross behind me......? That heavy thing...... I dragged it all the way here.”

<Who can I blame when you bear the weight of the cross as much as your sins as a heretic? How about repenting and dedicating yourself to the Order even now?>[‘The Words That Build the World’ glares with anger.] He only responds to aggro with aggro.

“You have no conscience, preaching to a religion that is destined to fall.”

<... ... !>

He seemed to be upset, but he couldn’t deny it, so he didn’t say anything. Instead, Balkus quietly fixed his holy sword and loaded his aura.

<Then I will only condemn heresy!>

There was no sword floating in the air. It seemed that even the hero Balkus Odrekh had not reached the level of an aura master.

In that case, I will only fight at a level appropriate for this side.

<I will end it with this blow, heretic saintess!>

“Yes. Come, Grandfather Ileone!”

He raised Serpens and gladly called him over.

At those words, Balkus’s two legs kicked the ground. He rushed in, aiming his holy sword wrapped in light straight at me.

Phew!

Balkus' holy sword pierced the exact spot he was aiming for.

But.

<No?!>

What was pierced was only the fur cloak that had separated from my body.

Now it was my turn.

There was no rule that said that Aura had to be used only on weapons. And finally, there was a useful piece of iron within my reach.

Clang!

The chain that had been restraining my left hand shook like a living thing and wrapped around Balkus' neck.

<Clang!>

I pulled the chain with all my might. His body was helplessly pulled towards me by the Queen's brute strength.

<... ... !>

It was too late to change the orbit. I focused my Aura on that line, aiming Serpens.

Come on!

Valkus, who was glaring in shock, approached. I stared at him straight ahead and waited for the right moment. And finally.

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Crunch!

I used my entire right arm to draw a long diagonal line with the tip of my sword.

I could feel it through my extremely sensitive fingertips. The sensation of a clean cut.

“.......”

<... ... .>

Valkus and I stopped moving for a moment as if time had stopped.

That was like ten seconds.

It was Valkus who broke the silence where you could almost hear your heartbeat.

<... ... I’m so angry. I couldn’t punish the heretic.>

Slurp!

Valkus Odrek’s spirit body turned into smoke as he left his useless words to the end.

The showdown was my victory.

“......Whew.”

I neatly placed Serpens in the scabbard.

There wasn’t any particular tension. I didn’t use my divine powers to match my opponent’s level.

However, I sighed a little.

“The gatekeeper is a saint of the Order of the World. Is this how it will be in the future?”

I don’t feel good about hearing the heresy every time. [‘World-building Word Spirit’ coughs, saying that the gatekeepers except for the final gate were originally cute slimes, but they changed when they went into Hell Mode.]

[‘Balance-controlling Tongue’ is surprised, thinking that he placed them there to persecute the Order of the World.]

[‘World-building Word Spirit’ shouts that he doesn’t have such bad tastes.] Ah, so that wasn’t what the Word Spirit intended.

I thought he was going to kill me, but now I understand.

I thought for a moment and then asked.

“What happens to the spirit I defeated?” [The ‘Spirit that Builds the World’ returns to the Hall of Saints, where it originally was, and says that it will need to recuperate for a while.] “Ah, it’s recovering the spirit body. I hope the recovery period is long.”

Before I knew it, the spirit of Valkus had completely disappeared, and only my breath dispersed in the air.

At that moment, a system message appeared. [<System> Congratulations. You have obtained the qualification to pass the first gate of the ‘Pilgrim’s Path’. Would you like to receive the reward?] ‘A reward?’

I was quite surprised.

I never imagined that there would be a reward for passing each gate.

“Oh, Spirit......!”

My heart was filled with emotion.

You already traded divinity for probability to save me.

“You’ve used up a lot of divinity, aren’t you pushing yourself too hard?” [‘World-building Word Spirit’ is proud that it’s nothing for a god of his caliber.]

[‘Soul-Judging Scales’ asks if he should have used more divinity to save the protagonist if he’s going to show off his great power.]

[‘World-building Word Spirit’ flinches and exercises his right to remain silent.] I didn’t feel like blaming Word Spirit. As a result, I think it was enough intervention since both me and Tesilid were safe.

In addition, there was a reason why Word Spirit only used up a limited amount of divinity. The head of the business headquarters explained the details. [He said that if the ‘Creative Economy Manager’ had intervened more recklessly, it would have been difficult to handle the aftershock.] “Aftershock?” [The ‘Creative Economy Manager’ explained that the ‘World-Building Word Spirit’ would be sealed for a while and your divine power would also be nerfed (ability reduced).] “Ugh!”

It was a heavy penalty to handle. It was a request that could have sealed the Word Spirit.

‘And yet you accepted it right away.’

A feeling of apology and gratitude quickly filled my chest, taking up half of it.

Suddenly, I thought it was too cold. I sniffled and said.

“Please wait, Word Spirit. I will diligently spread the Word Spirit religion and restore your divine power.” [The ‘World-Building Word Spirit’ encourages you that he believes in you.] “Yes!”

After answering vigorously, I turned my gaze back to the system window. Because I have to get a reward.

Soon, a piece of old paper falls into my hand. [<Other> ‘Map of Bandit Hideouts’

This is a map showing the locations of the bandits’ hideouts that dominate the Hegelix Mountains.

Let’s loot all the illegal assets and use them to supplement our living expenses.

Note: The more accumulated assets there are, the larger the hideouts are marked.] My eyes lit up.

‘Isn’t this an item that you’re blatantly giving me to make money?’ [‘Creative Economy Manager’ says that cash donations are prohibited by policy, so they must have used a clever method.] So-called illegal donations!

I understood the intention behind the dungeon. It was clear that the rewards were directly related to money, so that I could buy the genre change ticket.

“Hmph.”

My faith seemed to be sky-high. I guess this is how fanatics are born.

“I’ll work hard!”

My energy surged.

I started walking the pilgrim's path again, carrying the cross. ✠Similar time, the top floor of the tower.

“.......”

“.......”

The silver-haired knight and the black-haired swordsman faced each other with a distance of ten steps.

Reed looked at Tesilid with a cold gaze. His red eyes were absorbing various information.

Since accepting the chaos of evil, he has been emitting a great sense of oppression just by existing.

That power is enough to make all living things collapse, and to crush their lungs, putting them in danger of suffocation.

However, the silver-haired Tesilid in front of him was looking straight at him.

And that too without Ailet Rodelin by his side.

Reed's impression of this did not end with the fact that it was quite good for an insect.

The strange sense of discomfort that had been irritating his nerves before. Reed sensed it again and closed his eyes once. At that moment.

Sssssssssssss!

Black auror blades were created in the air to his left and right. And they shot out simultaneously at Tesilid.

But.

Kwakwang! Kwaaang!

The same number of auror blades were created from Tesilid's side and intercepted Reed's attack.

A gust of wind blew in the middle of the two men due to the explosion.

The piled books were blown away and smashed into the walls and bookshelves.

After the fierce wind subsided, Reed's voice rang out.

"Auror Master...?"

His tone was languid, as if he was savoring the meaning contained in the fact he had confirmed.

Whirlirik!

The two men's auror blades were withdrawn as if they had made a promise.

The standoff took place without either side showing any intention to attack or counterattack.

In a strange atmosphere as if they were making an agreement, Reed opened his mouth again.

“I thought it was strange from the beginning.......”

“.......”

“As expected, you’re not the 17th time.”

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