A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 219

At the founding ceremony, Leonard also learned the true identity of his father-in-law.

He was shocked to find out that he was the great Duke Hispenril.

Though this might have made him feel burdened or distant, the relationship between the father-in-law and son-in-law remained unchanged.

The Duke had always been particularly fond of his son-in-law, and he was a passionate admirer of the Rodell family, often expressing his admiration.

No matter how his status was revealed, his attitude toward Leonard remained the same.

"Is our son-in-law alright? It seems like he hasn't slept well, seeing how his scapula muscles have shrunk. He must have been losing sleep out of worry. You should drink first, my dear."

"I’ll drink later. Please, Your Grace, you should drink first."

"Ah, son-in-law..."

"Duke Your Grace..."

As the two exchanged meaningful glances, the atmosphere in the parlor became somewhat melancholic.

Eltea, with a serious expression, spoke up.

"There won’t be any problem. After all, whose daughter is she? She should be fine."

It sounded like she was speaking to herself. She, too, was filled with concern for her daughter in her heart.

In the midst of the uneasy atmosphere, Hilde closed her eyes and prayed inwardly.

"Lord, please watch over my sister and brother-in-law."

Then, from a dimension unseen by Hilde, her god responded. ['The Word of World Construction' gave a thumbs up, confirming that the prayer had been received.] Meanwhile, at St. Agnes Church.

The situation of # Nоvеlight # the Silver Castle Knights, residing there, was similar.

Ash, Hestio, and Iphail visited Bianca’s office.

"Assistant! Have you heard from Ayleth and Tesilid?"

"Did something happen to them? Or, should I say, did they cause some trouble? What do you think, young master?"

"Are we getting our pay this month as scheduled?"

"...There will be no issue with the salary distribution, Sir Iphail."

Even with the burly men barging in unexpectedly, Bianca maintained her usual calm demeanor.

She neatly organized the papers she had been working on and then spoke.

"I was just looking into news regarding Ayleth and Sir Tesilid."

"Really?"

"How?"

While Hestio and Iphail were puzzled, Ash seemed to realize something and lightly tapped his right fist into his left palm.

"Aha! Wivril Island is part of the Valenstein Duchy. We can ask Ray about it!"

Thus, at the Winchester Royal Castle, in the knights' dormitory.

Upon hearing the news from Bianca, Prinz immediately panicked.

As soon as his shift ended, he rushed to find Raywin.

Coincidentally, both of them were staying in the same royal knights’ quarters.

"Raywin, Raywin!"

"Prinz? What’s the matter? Why are you in such a rush?"

"I need a favor! Can you check into a missing person report from your domain?"

"Missing person? Who?"

"My brother!"

"What?! Tell me everything!"

"He went on a trip to Wivril Island, and we lost contact. He was with the one who owns the holy sword."

"...I’ll look into it immediately."

Although it was the middle of the night, Raywin immediately shattered the space transition stone into dust.

Before Prinz could even suggest accompanying him, Raywin was already on his way.

Much later, in the early morning, Raywin returned from the domain.

"Pr... Prinz."

Raywin, who had been more composed when breaking the stone, now seemed to have lost all his calm.

Before Prinz could ask why, Raywin spoke in a voice that still sounded shaken.

"Wivril Island is gone."

"...What?"

The cause of the disappearance of the Holy Sword's owner and the saintess.

The news that a dungeon burst had swallowed the resort island finally reached Ayleth and Tesilid’s circle of people.

Time passed, and it flowed on.

"...Hah."

Tesilid exhaled a sigh of relief, as if he had just let go of a heavy burden.

Finally, the end of the demon realm’s trash heap came into view on the horizon.

From a distance, an ominous violet aura swayed slowly in the air.

After two months of walking, they had finally reached the border.

They had suffered immensely along the way.

The trash mountain, which had collapsed like an ant trap in the desert, and the monstrous clusters of spirits that attacked without warning.

Because of them, proper rest was a rare luxury. The constant state of tension sharpened all of their senses.

With barely any proper sleep, Tesilid had only managed to recover his strength through light naps.

Although he didn’t tell Ayleth, there had been a couple of close calls where he nearly died.

It had been a place with high survival difficulty from the start.

Still, due to the "genre deviation penalty," even while having to face the world’s murderous intent, the demon realm’s trash heap remained "normal."

‘I suppose the child has been in the dungeon for about 35 days.’

The time ratio in the demon realm’s trash heap was uneven.

So, Ayleth calculated the time difference with the world based on the dungeon days she had written down.

The real world had already passed two weeks.

It was about time for him and those around her to begin worrying. Moreover...

‘Soon it will be Walpurgis Night.’

The grand festival of the demon realm would soon bring its ominous signs into the real world.

It was a forewarning.

But for now, they didn’t have the luxury to worry about that. Solving the problems they were facing was more urgent.

After walking and walking, Tesilid finally reached the edge of the aurora marking the border.

He paused before crossing the boundary.

Beyond this eerie aurora was the true realm of demons. However, which demon lord’s domain it would lead to was random.

It was time to spin the roulette.

The swaying aurora seemed like a door, so Tesilid gently placed his palm against it.

A handsome man, with an absolutely pure face, murmured in a voice full of melancholy.

"I hope a decent dungeon pops up in one go..."

It was a serious and desperate issue.

Just as Tesilid was about to take a solemn step forward, he suddenly had a thought.

"...Ah."

He had forgotten an important detail.

Hastily, he rummaged through the shared inventory. To travel to the demon realm with an untainted human body, he needed to prepare well.

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He quickly donned a black leather harness beneath his clothes. With a hesitant and awkward expression, he took a step forward.

It had already been 35 days since I started my pilgrimage.

I trudged through snowstorms with a cross on my back, walking ten or more hours a day, fighting gatekeepers at the portals that appeared every few days, eating and sleeping at the base camp to recover my strength.

This extreme training-like routine continued day after day.

During this time, my exchanges with Tesilid were brief and sporadic, mostly just updates on our situations.

Just escaped from the demon realm’s trash heap. I’m currently exploring which dungeon I came out to.

You’ve really been through a lot. Keep being careful, and don’t forget to wear the nightmare harness while you’re out there.

...I’m wearing it. How’s your situation?

I think I’ll reach the eleventh gate today.

Between each message, there were several hours of silence.

It became harder to communicate as the days passed.

The uneven flow of time in the demon realm’s trash heap made it impossible to sync up.

Moreover, Tesilid had probably been attacked frequently by the spirit clusters, although he didn’t tell me.

Surviving alone must have been difficult, and I couldn’t afford to let my guard down while engaging in written communication.

Naturally, the gaps between our messages grew longer.

As I dried the ink on the notes, I received a message from the gods. ['The Scales of Soul Judgement' expressed dissatisfaction with the simplicity of our exchange.]

['The Cynic who Balances' warned that if I get too clingy, I could end up like last time with messages being read and deleted.] "Yeah, yeah."

Looking at it now, it seemed like Tesilid and I had tacitly agreed on a rule: our conversations had become routine.

To be honest, I didn’t really know Tesilid’s state of mind right now.

Was he aware that he had crossed a line with his bold confession that day, or not?

I was curious, but I didn’t want to ask through writing.

Such topics were better to discuss face to face.

I wanted to look him in the eye, remember each expression on his face, and cherish the precious time.

So, I kept the written messages short.

Tap.

Just as the ink dried, I closed the notebook and put it in my inventory, standing up.

I began walking toward the distant arch. After crossing about three small hills, I finally reached the eleventh gate.

"Hoo..."

I had already taken down ten of the Order Church’s saints, including Valcus Odrik and Saint Lucretia.

There were only eleven saints, so I knew who my next opponent would be.

I called out the name of the last one.

"Come out, Mu Elinas!"

The holy clockmaker, the true form of Muriel.

Just the thought of seeing that face made my fist tighten.

As I waited, both excited and tense, something unexpected happened.

Ding!

[ Due to the absence of the gatekeeper, you automatically win.]

[ Congratulations. You have earned the right to pass the eleventh gate of the Pilgrim’s Path. Would you like to receive your reward?] "...Oh, well, yes."

I had won by default.

Dumbfounded, I opened my palms, and a fluttering map landed on them.

[ ‘Map of the Order Church’s Sacred Tomb’]

A map showing the location of the 500-year-old tomb of the Order Church’s sacred scripture.

When the sacred scripture was enshrined, many heretics were forced to be buried alive. Let’s go to console their spirits.

This reward was different from the previous ones.

I put it in my inventory and paused for a moment to think.

At this point, Mu Elinas’ absence seemed quite timely.

‘I guess she didn’t hear that I’m a heretic.’

The question arose: if she wasn’t in the Hall of Saints, where was her soul now?

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