A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 239
It was clear that those two had driven away the crisis of Panell.
Since the heroes had arrived, it was only proper to greet them with great courtesy.
Four people were approaching quickly across the courtyard: Pope Senedicte, Cardinal Bezalious, Cardinal Dekal, and Saint Muriel.
“Duke, Lord Marquis! As expected, you’ve come to help the church. 'Strict order and good' be with you. May blessings settle upon this place.”
Cardinal Dekal, usually composed, couldn’t hide his excitement and raised his voice.
In response, King Hispenril and Marquis Lekandro nodded heavily, each saying a word.
“It seems Lord Marquis and I aren’t too late after all.”
“I was worried about the outside situation, but I’m relieved to see you are safe.”
Cardinal Bezalious stepped forward.
“Saint Muriel here activated the sacred artifact for the construction of the sanctuary. Thanks to that, we were able to protect and hold back the majority of the citizens. But....”
His words trailed off, sounding somewhat vague.
Then came a probing question.
“Is it just the two of you?”
“What do you mean, Cardinal?”
King Hispenril’s response was a simple question, so it came out rather casual.
However, Cardinal Bezalious clammed up as if he had been questioned intensely, and Cardinal Dekal reluctantly spoke in his place.
“Ahem, it seems the holder of the Sacred Bible and the holy sword are nowhere to be seen...”
It was always in such matters that the Minister of the Sacred Bible and the Minister of the Gospel would share the same mind.
From their perspective, the holder of the Sacred Bible and the holy sword was a devoted servant of the church.
The workers who should have rushed to the church’s aid in its time of crisis, without hesitation and fighting bravely, hadn’t shown themselves at all. It couldn’t help but feel somewhat irksome.
Even if these feelings were hidden, they couldn’t be concealed.
King Hispenril and Marquis Lekandro showed their displeasure with the way their precious granddaughter and the prince of their country were being treated.
The voices of the two aura masters grew colder.
“It’s not just Panell, but all the capitals of every country are in a similar state. My granddaughter, after defeating the boss that appeared in Feronsa, immediately rushed to Gehenid. She said she was the only one who could save those people and entrusted me with Panell... It seems the church feels my military support was insufficient.”
“Our prince, after saving the royal capital, left similar words and then headed to Gehenid. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for his request, I can’t say for sure I would have come to Panell so quickly.”
Both aura masters were saying that they acted on the influence of the Sacred Bible and the holy sword’s holders.
Only then did Cardinal Dekal and Cardinal Bezalious realize their mistake and corrected their attitudes.
To ease the mood, Pope Senedicte changed the subject.
He had just received information that couldn’t be overlooked.
“As His Majesty said, the dungeon bursts occurred simultaneously in four cities. This is an unprecedented disaster. I truly don’t know what will happen to this continent...”
At this, Muriel closed her eyes and briefly offered a prayer.
“May the creation of Serentra be protected, ‘Strict order and good’ be with us.”
As expected of the church’s flagship saint, she appeared holy and reverent.
King Hispenril, who was known for his devoutness, almost followed suit and closed his eyes, but stopped.
For some reason, when the moment of devotion arrived, his heart sank.
There was more important business to attend to. King Hispenril’s expression grew serious.
He exchanged glances with Marquis Lekandro for a moment, and soon the Marquis spoke.
“Your Holiness, and you three. There is something we must speak of regarding the dungeon burst in Panell.”
“Is it about the distribution of loot and resources? If so, it’s only proper that the two heroes here—”
“That’s not the issue, Cardinal Dekal. We didn’t even fight a boss, so there’s nothing to distribute.”
“Pardon?”
You didn’t fight a boss? Then how did you stop the dungeon burst?
The four church members didn’t understand.
King Hispenril spoke.
“As the Marquis said, we didn’t even see the shadow of the boss. We were dealing with demons when, suddenly, the gate disappeared on its own.”
Like when Tesilid was in the Kingdom of Villelon, it seemed someone must have defeated the boss inside the dungeon.
But no one came out from the gate.
Moreover, the gate disappeared abnormally quickly.
King Hispenril used the term ‘disappear’ instead of ‘close’ for a reason.
It was truly an unprecedented occurrence.
Sensing something wrong, the pope, the saint, and the two cardinals stiffened their expressions.
However, the reactions of the nearby faithful who had been listening to the conversation were far more relaxed.
“Surely, ‘Strict order and good’ have protected us!”
“The demons must have retreated, unable to desecrate the holy ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ land!”
It was fanatically optimistic.
As if mocking them, the world shook at that moment.
Boom.
Kuuung.
Kuuuuuung.
“...!”
The heavy feeling, like the sound of a large drum, swept through the bodies of the people three times.
The spherical shockwave spread from a high place above their heads.
“Ha, the sky...!”
The demon moons, which had been thought to have disappeared, reappeared in the night sky.
And just like the hands of a grandfather clock announcing midnight, they overlapped.
A strange trinity of moons—red full moon, blue half-moon, and purple crescent—merged into one.
This chimeric celestial body sent a shiver down the spines of all who gazed upon it.
Around the courtyard, sounds of people swallowing nervously could be heard. At that moment, the people instinctively shuddered in fear.
Kuuuuuuuung!
This shockwave was even more intense.
King Hispenril and Marquis Lekandro narrowed their eyes, and Muriel hurriedly redeployed the sanctuary construction.
At that moment.
“Ugh, Aaagh...!”
“Save... me... Aaaagh...!”
Pandemonium once again overtook the outer part of the Holy Palace.
As the screams split the air with their long tails, people’s presences disappeared one by one.
The capital of Elfenheim Church, Panell.
Here, there was no ‘Strict order and good’ blessing. Instead, the wrath of chaotic evil surged.
The disaster of Panell was just beginning. ✠
I knew it. The more I intervened, paradoxically, the faster Reed’s plan accelerated.
I was witnessing that painful fact. Now, the destruction that had been brought forward much earlier than expected was unfolding before my eyes. [ Warning. Due to the influence of 'Chaotic Evil’s Bow,' the difficulty of the disaster increases.]
[ Warning. ‘Walpurgis Night’ has been upgraded to ‘Doomsday.’] Dungeon Sync has occurred throughout the entire city. Manhole-like holes randomly appeared from the ground and swallowed people.
Where the screams stopped, eerie voices remained.
This was the situation that my party, including Tesilid and I, encountered immediately after we spatially shifted to Panell.
The dungeon sync dragged the living, as if burying them alive.
There was no way my group would be safe from this horrifying disaster.
“Ugh, Aaagh!”
“Hey, hold my hand... ugh!”
The bodies of the black-haired and blonde youths were sucked into the ground.
“Hestio! Iphail!”
It wasn’t just the two of them.
At a distance, Ash, who was holding tightly onto Hilde, spoke as they rapidly sank into a swamp-like hole.
“Sister, you’ll come save us, right?”
“...!”
There was no time to call out their names.
Ash and Hilde’s figures also vanished from view.
Now, only Tesilid and I remained. Soon, no human presence could be felt around us.
<What... What is this...? Is this how it’s supposed to be?!>
Agnus, stunned, asked.
To explain, I had to calm myself down first.
The unbelievable reality was sorted into words.
“This is absolutely not the way it’s supposed to be. Normally, dungeon bursts like this would happen in other countries, not a dungeon sync. A boss of the level of Nazril or Kaballensha should have appeared.”
Tesilid added.
“Originally, we were supposed to face a demon called ‘The Master of the Gambling Hall,’ but...”
A chilling murmur, like a ghost’s voice, surrounded us.
The random dungeon sync continued.
Small gates were constantly created and destroyed on the ground. It looked like a sea of black whirlpools. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
I grit my teeth, conscious of the ground beneath me, not knowing when it would collapse.
Normally, Walpurgis Night was rated S-class. But with Reed’s appearance, it was elevated to SS-class.
Up to this point, it followed the original, but my involvement had naturally turned it into a variable.
I had expected that Reed would devise something to counter me, just as he had in more than 100 previous runs.
So, I had anticipated it would rise to SSS-class.
But then...
‘I was foolish.’
I had underestimated Reed.
[ Notification. The difficulty of ‘The Mission of the Sorcerer’s Apostle, Stage 6’ quest has been upgraded from SS-class to L-class.]
From now on, the enemies we faced would no longer be ‘The Master of the Gambling Hall’ or anything like that.
The ghostly voice, once distant, now echoed right next to us.
I sensed it. Finally, it was our turn, Tesilid and me.
The ground beneath me gave way, and an overpowering gravitational force pulled me.
Swish.
It felt like passing through a membrane of some kind, and my feet found solid ground again.
In the darkness, a welcoming message appeared.
[ Difficulty L-class dungeon 'Judgment of the Wicked and Reward of the Righteous' entered.]
The oppressive aura in the space weighed heavily on my chest. Holding my breath, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Bam!
Suddenly, eerie blue candles lit up all at once. As soon as my vision worked again, I saw a narrow path stretched out before me.
It was an elegantly decorated, ancient-looking road, but there were cliffs on either side.
Instead of stepping forward, I let my gaze lead me down the treacherous path.
At the end, there was a huge bronze bas-relief of struggling humans, and a high altar, almost like a spire.
I turned my head and looked up at the altar.
“...”
A lofty being was gazing down from above, as if surveying everything.
A demon in robes, with striking blonde hair that turned blue as it descended, was standing there.
She exuded a presence that clearly declared she was the owner of this place.
The system introduced her.
[ The ruler of the Demon King’s realm, Demon Lord 3rd in rank, ‘The Creator of Laws Infernos’ has appeared.]
The enemy we now had to face was the Demon Lord.
