A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 253

“Carpeios.”

A soft call cut off the idle chatter and made Carpeios tense.

What followed was a topic as serious as the serious voice.

“The ‘Sickle of the Holy Demon’ has disappeared.”

“......!”

Magical energy rose from Carpeios’ entire body.

This anger was completely different from when he had seen the broken purple-black signet ring. It was deeper, more subtle, and more gloomy.

“You dare to infiltrate the treasure vault of Sanarak and steal the king’s treasure...... and you mean a demon who touched a weapon that the Chaos Evil himself had engraved with ‘magic’......?”

“Not a demon, but a human.”

Carpeios’s sense of intimidation eased in surprise.

“Chaos Evil, I apologize, but there is no trace of humans invading from the outside.”

“Was there really nothing?”

“......Please teach me, a fool.”

Reed appropriately revealed the information.

“The sign flower pot was not a dream demon. It was a human disguised as a dream demon.”

“......!”

Only then did his judgment, paralyzed by materialism, return.

“Ha! This Inferinos bastard......!”

Once again, Carpeios’s magic flared up like a firework.

While he held back because he couldn’t bring himself to embarrass himself in front of Reed, a question flashed through his mind.

In an instant, Carpeios’s attitude became gentle again and he asked.

“That means a human touched the sickle of the Holy Demon....... Didn’t that human become corrupted?”

“Yes.”

Regrettably.

Reed’s gaze fell to the floor as he swallowed his words.

Meanwhile, his mind had sunk even deeper. Accordingly, the air around him became heavier.

At that moment, a faint laughter brushed past my ears.

The outrageous sound, of course, came from Carpeios' mouth.

Carpeios, who had received Reed's gaze, hurriedly lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Excuse me. I thought of another human who held the Holy Sword and did not fall into corruption."

"...Who is that?"

The voice without any highs or lows was unusually cold.

However, unfortunately, Carpeios was so happy to be questioned by Reed that he did not pay attention to that.

The great Chaos Evil was interested in his story.

This was a rare opportunity.

If he could tell the great evil of his deeds in detail, he might be able to win the favor of Chaos Evil!

"He was a fun human to play with."

Carpeios laughed even more vilely and cruelly.

“Even before I held the Sword of the Holy Demon, it was my toy. Destroying the beliefs of good and faithful humans and crushing humanity to the ground. Isn’t there a hobby more noble than this?”

“.......”

“There was this one time. It was before I held the Sword of the Holy Demon, and he walked into the ‘Valley of Heretics’ on his own. It was where humans offered sacrifices for me.”

“.......”-Look, the corpses of heretics. They are all your work. “In order to suppress the ritual, the only way was to kill the humans before they were offered to me as sacrifices. After hesitating for a while, he eventually began to slaughter the humans who didn’t know how to fight, one by one.”

“.......”-Your first murder was a massacre. Isn’t that great, you darling of ‘strict order and goodness’? “But when it was time to kill the child offered by the heretic parents, he cried and cried. The sight was truly.......”

Carpeios’ eyes became hazy as if he was savoring the memory. He continued.

“It was so much fun.”

“.......”

“It was really funny.”

“.......”

“I remember bursting out laughing for the first time in a long time.”

“.......”

Reed remained expressionless despite the past contempt directed at him.

“The next time I saw him was in the dungeon of the Five Great Demon Swords. He had become a fairly good butcher, and he cut off the heads of the hosts of the Demon Swords without hesitation.” - Was he able to do it this time? It seemed better than when he cut off the life of a child sacrificed by his parents? “Isn’t it all thanks to my teaching? Even though the Demon Sword ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) was taken away, I was truly proud.”

“.......”

“Of course, I regret not being able to offer the Demon Sword to Reed...... Ah, now that I think about it.”

Carpeios had a question.

“Chaos Evil already has the Demon Sword......? It doesn’t seem to be the sword of the previous Holy Demons, so how did you get it.......”

He asked slyly, but Reed’s tightly shut lips showed no sign of opening.

Only then did Carpeios see Chaos Evil’s cold eyes, which showed no sign of interest.

It seemed that his evil deeds had failed to gain Chaos Evil’s favor.

He thought he should change the subject.

“Anyway, the intruder must not be an ordinary human, since he took the Holy Demon’s scythe while sober. He looks like he’s spreading lust everywhere, but he must have been a saint...... Hmm?”

After speaking, Carpeios realized.

Pink hair is not common among humans.

A pink-haired saint.

A being that humans call a holy scripture.

“Ah.”

Realization struck his golden crown like a bolt of lightning.

“The Executor of Danak......!”

Kwakwakwakwang!

In an instant, the explosive air current that burst out from the enraged Demon King’s body collapsed the surrounding ground.

The shattered earth surface turned into fragments and floated into the air.

In the rough and ominous air, Carpeios went berserk as a Demon King should.

“Ha, hahaha! hahaha! That flowerpot......! That flowerpot was the Executor of Danak......!”

His bloodshot eyes flashed eerily.

“Somehow it stimulated my sadism and excited me! If it’s the Executor of Danak, it’s okay to treat it a little roughly. I absolutely must not let it escape....... I must modify the shape of the flowerpot so that it cannot even attempt to escape....... Oh, that’s right! I will make it a singing flowerpot!”

In the Demon World, singing is a metaphor for human screams and cries.

“When I get tired of it...... I will just cut off its neck and use it.”

When a laughter as eerie as the plan flowed out of Carpeios’ mouth.

Thud.

The fragments that had been flying around in the air suddenly crashed down.

The rough air currents that had resonated with Carpeios’ excitement suddenly became quiet as if it were a lie.

The air began to notice the presence of a stronger being. The moment he realized this, Carpeios met a pair of cold eyes.

A blood-red light flashed in the darkness.

“Tsk.”

The gaze of Chaos Evil pressed against Carpeios’ lungs and choked his breathing.

A few vicious groans flew out of the Demon King’s mouth along with spit.

‘This, this... ... This is the power of Chaos Evil... ... .’

The instinct of the imprinted race made him willing to eat anything Chaos Evil gave him.

Reed relieved his energy upon seeing him ecstatic even while having his breathing controlled.

Carpeios, who had both knees on the floor, apologized.

“Ugh.... I, I’m sorry, Chaos Evil. I dared to show my presumptuousness in front of Chaos Evil.......”

Reed did not answer, but asked in a dry voice.

“How much time is left until the completion of the Shinreung?”

“It will be completed in a few days.”

“Hurry up.”

Reed passed Carpeios. The Demon King hurriedly raised his head and asked as if he was grabbing him.

“Are you leaving already?”

“Yes.”

“Chaos Evil, who is busy, may I dare ask you about your destination?”

A soft voice answered from behind his shoulder, not even looking back.

“Ritniel Plains.”

“Isn’t it the land of a worthless human? Why is such a precious person here in such a wretched place.......”

Carpeios had many questions.

Reed opened his mouth, feeling annoyed.

However, it was more like a mumbling to himself than an answer to Carpeios.

“I must go and keep my promise to save you.”✠The bottom of the pit, where red smoke made of blood and pitch-black darkness were intertwined.

“Haa...... haa.......”

The quiet space, the stagnant air, was shaken dangerously by the sound of his breathing.

Where there was sound, there was also light.

The stigmata he had acquired by preying on countless individuals. They were engraved all over Tesilid’s right arm, driving away the darkness.

However, at some point, the white light of the stigmata began to flicker as if it would go out.

Also, the interval between his labored breaths gradually lengthened.

At that moment, when his breathing finally calmed down.

“.......”

All sounds died in the pit of loneliness.

Tesilid closed his eyes tightly and endured this terrible abyss without light or sound.

However, for a long time, nothing happened here as if time had stopped.

“Why.......”

It was different from the promise.

The despair he had learned for a long time overwhelmed him. His mind, vulnerable to darkness, began to crumble quickly.

Chapter 41. The Meaning of Salvation

The Last Judgment Hall seemed to always have a fixed entrance location.

Just like when I was first dragged here after being caught up in the dungeon sink, the place where my two feet landed was the waiting room for criminals.

Of course, unlike the first time, I was now alone in the wide open space.

I walked along the precarious path that crossed the cliff.

The two pits on either side, the labor camp, and the execution ground were empty, unlike before. Thanks to this, the sound of my footsteps on the floor resonated alone in the air.

Even when I arrived at the closed and deserted court, I didn’t stop walking. I continued walking toward the pit of loneliness.

A leisurely voice was heard from not far away.

“Your Majesty, does the flower tea suit your taste?”

“It has a salty and bloody taste.”

The edge of the cliff where the offering was pushed into the pit of loneliness.

As if it were a balcony where I could enjoy the magnificent view, Inferinos had set up a tea table and was enjoying refreshments.

“You sit down too, Executor of Danak.”

Inferinos, his lips moistened with red liquid, offered me a seat. Without a word, I sat down on the chair that the Marquis of Levant gave me.

The table was filled with strange desserts that looked like props rather than food.

After a brief stare at the eyeball-shaped macaroons, I looked up.

Special privileges for the possessed