A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 234
The only screams that could be heard were those of demons—grotesque and chilling.
The survivors, perhaps, were silently waiting in the basement, holding their breath as they hoped for the nightmare to end.
I did not slow my steps and lifted my head. My eyes were drawn to the tall black tower in the distance.
Black smoke was pouring from the shattered outer walls.
The Dark Magic Tower, the symbol and central institution of the Magic Republic, was under attack.
It seemed to starkly signal that the capital city, with its hundreds of thousands of inhabitants, was on the verge of falling to the demon forces.
<Ayleth.>
The necklace chimed. The voice was lower than usual.
"Yes, Agnes."
<In the future you know... how many survivors are there from Gehennid?>
"...Less than ten thousand."
<.......>
The silence conveyed the shock she had received.
I refrained from saying more.
In the 17th iteration of the original work that I had read, Gehennid was a reflection of the appearances of Peronsa, Villelon, and Panell.
If Gehennid were to fall completely here...
If we hadn’t stopped the crisis in Peronsa...
If Tesilid had not taken down the dungeon that burst out from the Villelon palace and failed to return...
If there had been no Holy Land artifact in Panell...
...Then the number of victims would have changed.
Not hundreds of thousands, but millions.
"Lead..."
My mind calculated his sins. My breath started to tighten, a chill creeping into my chest.
At that moment, a loud explosion snapped me out of my thoughts.
Boom! Krrrsh!
In the far left, the flames of Moriphis erupted.
Though there was no rivalry, I had also struck with a brilliant electric shock. Just enough to draw the demon forces toward the sound.
KRRRRZZZZ!
Lightning blooms in the distance, stretching across the field.
From the center, lightning struck, expanding in waves across the area, like a ripple.
The overwhelming firepower melted the demon forces and tore apart the ground.
Sssshhhhh.
From the blind spot, the darkness grew thicker.
As planned, the demons, sensing the chaos, gathered together into a great army. Evil red eyes gleamed in all directions, all focused on me.
Among them, there were those who led the charge.
From within the great army, five figures separated, emerging like a giant silhouette.
A colossal upper body of a skeleton wielding a reaper’s scythe. It was the Grim Reaper Lord.
Scanning the enemies, I infused seven blades of aura with electric and divine light.
"I’ll clean this up quickly."
The unleashed aura blades spun in spirals, charging toward the prey.
White light and blue sparks scattered across the air.
The Grim Reaper Lord was cleaved and pierced by seven cursed blades, falling apart one by one.
In an instant, I had taken down all five, expanding the range of the aura blades.
Whirrrr!
With more space granted, the cursed blades began weaving through the black silhouettes of the demon army.
Each of the aura blades sliced through the air in zigzag patterns.
With each pass, the crimson lights hiding in the shadows grew weaker and eventually faded away.
Kreeeek...!
Kyaaack...!
Clattering...!
The dying cries never ceased. I calmly walked through the annihilated streets.
[‘The Poisoner of Balance’ dislikes overbalance.]
[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ enjoys munchkin overkill.]
[‘The Words that Build Worlds’ likes you.]
Encouraged by the cheers, I raised my fingers for a quicker finish.
“Purge.”
My index finger traced a horizontal line across the horizon.
The demons that touched that invisible line screamed as their souls split and they vanished.
Swish.
The aura blades, having completed their hunt, returned to me.
Before long, all the crimson-eyed demons had disappeared from my sight.
“I’ve done a good job with the cleanup. I’ll head further north.”
It was when I turned the corner and entered a narrow alleyway.
<Kirr... Human female! Die!>
A swarm of bats hidden in the shadows ambushed me. Of course, it was pointless.
“Holy Flame.”
The low-level vampires, unable even to take on a human form, turned to ash in an instant.
<Ki, kiick...!>
By sheer luck, one survived, flapping its burning wings, trying to escape. Of course, I wasn’t going to allow that.
Crack.
The aura blade impaled it, pinning it to the wall.
The brick wall quickly turned red. It wasn’t the blood of a demon bat, but a deep red color.
This meant it had sucked a lot of human blood.
After dealing with the last one, silence enveloped the narrow alley.
However, I didn’t stop. I stood still and lowered my voice.
“Agnes. Is it just me, or does it feel like there’s still one left?”
<It’s not just you.>
It was a trivial conversation. My finely honed senses had already detected the enemy's presence.
“Come out!”
Quickly turning around, I shot the aura blade.
BAM!
My seven cursed blades collided with the opponent’s power and ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ neutralized it mid-air.
The dust cloud from the explosion disoriented me.
Impressive.
An unexpected strong opponent had appeared. However, I didn’t panic and drew my Serpens.
The gleaming blade came to the opponent’s throat.
“Ah.”
“...!”
My every movement froze.
‘The Scales of the Soul Judger’ takes a deep breath.
No way.
I stared at the figure in front of me, wide-eyed.
Through the dust, the shape of the figure slowly formed, becoming clearer. It took what seemed like an eternity for the yellowish dust to settle.
Meanwhile, a soothing, low voice once again pierced my ears and heart.
“It’s me, Ayleth.”
Finally, the veil of dust was lifted.
What filled my vision was the beautiful face of a man, almost like a religious work of art.
“...Ah.”
His silver hair had grown longer since the last time I saw him.
Through the bangs, his sea-blue eyes met mine, locking into my gaze deeply. He smiled softly and kindly.
The rosary he wore on his left hand, shining brightly, proved his identity.
Tesilid.
It was undoubtedly Tesilid Arzent.
“....”
“....”
While I gazed at him, I couldn’t help but feel foolish.
I had so many things I wanted to say when we reunited.
I was sure I had.
But now, my mind seemed completely blank, and I couldn’t think of a thing.
My chest was tight, and I couldn’t speak.
As I continued to stare at him in silence, I suddenly realized something.
I was blocking his approach.
I quickly pulled my Serpens away from his neck.
“Sorry...”
The apology didn’t come through.
“...!”
He closed the distance in an instant. Far more quickly than I anticipated.
His arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders and back.
The weight of his body pressed against mine, his cheek and ear touching mine, sending a deep, muffled thud through my body.
“...”
“...”
Once again, silence fell between us. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Only breaths filled the air, and from a distance, ominous sounds like a tidal wave began to swell.
Kihee...!
Clattering...!
The demons, having heard the battle noises, were drawing near once again.
I had to deal with them...
But Tesilid’s arms tightened around me.
His actions, as though he was trying to squeeze me into his embrace, pressed painfully on my heart.
His voice fell above my head.
“I know it’s urgent.”
“...”
“But just five more minutes.”
“...”
“No, just one minute.”
“...”
Listening to his desperate plea, I thought.
It didn’t matter if the world was ending now.
Clink.
My right hand let go of the Serpens, dropping it to the floor. I raised my arms and embraced his back.
Finally, I found my voice.
“Tesilid...”
I called his name, pressing all the emotions of longing and relief into it.
How long had it been? I wasn’t sure.
Eventually, Tesilid loosened his grip.
The closeness that had been perfectly maintained became slightly looser, leaving a small gap.
As I met his eyes again, he breathed deeply, as though to calm himself.
Then, he slowly closed his eyes.
The once attractive, narrow brows of the handsome man relaxed.
He transformed back into the chaste, noble paladin that I remembered and leaned his face closer to mine.
“Tesilid...?”
A soft bump on my forehead.
He spoke while still resting his forehead against mine.
“After it's all over.”
“...”
“Stay with me, once it's done.”
“...”
I risked my heart almost jumping out of my throat as I answered.
“Okay.”
After making that promise, I opened my eyes.
Then, it happened again.
Our eyes met once more, and I forgot to blink.
<Guys, ten minutes have passed.>
“...”
“...”
Tesilid and I quickly pulled away from each other.
While I nervously rolled my eyes, Tesilid cleared his throat and spoke.
“It’s been a long time, Saint Agnes.”
<Ah. It's so good to see you again, and congratulations to both of you.>
“...Ahem.”
“...Ahem.”
The favor for the possessive individual.
