A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 272
[‘The Eye that Watches Over the Chaos of All Things’ is very ecstatic with your and Bianca’s embrace.]
[‘The Eye that Watches Over the Chaos of All Things’ is also moved by the fact that Bianca is confidently taking the heroine’s place now that the obstacles are gone.] As soon as I heard the words of the Eye, a question suddenly popped into my head. I asked Bianca.
“Oh, right. Terry?”
“.......”
“Come to think of it, I don’t see Ipale and Hesti. The captain woke up, but I don’t know what he’s doing instead of running over.”
Was my last comment a failed joke?
The quality of the air in the room changed. Heavy and cold.
What the heck?
Why on earth is he doing this?
‘Unryeong-nim, why is everyone doing this?’ [‘Unryeong that builds the world’ remains silent with a serious expression.] At this point, my ignorance of the situation made me feel fearful.
I sent my earnest eyes to Bianca, asking for an explanation. As expected, my friend did not betray his friendship.
“Sir Ifeil and Priest Hesti have been isolated separately for now.”
“.......”
“And Sir Tesilid... is waiting at the Holy Palace. I guess that’s how it is until we receive the dispatch order.”
“.......”
The kind explanation only added to my confusion.
My knight comrades in quarantine?
Tesilid, who went to the Holy Palace yesterday, hasn’t returned yet?
What do you mean by dispatch order?
After a long time, I was finally able to utter the all-encompassing question.
“What... is going on?”
Bianca took a deep breath. It seemed as if she was taking the deep breaths I should have taken.
“Child, don’t be shocked and listen.”
It was the moment Bianca opened her mouth. [<Quest> ‘The Mission of the Spirit Leader’ automatically updates from stage 6 to stage 7.] “At the Seonghwang Hall.......”
The quest is spread out before your eyes. [<Quest> ‘The Mission of the Spirit Leader Stage 7 (Difficulty: Unknown)’
The time has finally come.
It is time to boldly and courageously declare the Spirit Leader against the Order Church!
As the leader, let’s spread the word of the ‘World-Building Spirit’. In this way, let the ‘World-Building Spirit’ officially take office in this world.
Achievement Conditions: Declare to 1,000 or more people that your god is the ‘World-Building Spirit’ (0/1,000)
Success Reward: Your world changes from a ‘world abandoned by god’ to a ‘world where god exists’
Failure Penalty: World destruction] Bianca said.
“I have declared you a heretic and declared you to be exterminated.”
“.......”
My whole body was cold. But it wasn’t over yet.
“The heretic judge who was decided to be dispatched is Sir Tesilid Argent.”
Chapter 43. Heretic Judge
33 hours ago.
“I’ll be back, child.”
The darkest hour before dawn. Tesilid kissed the sleeping Aylet’s forehead and left the room.
After repeatedly asking the maids to take good care of her, he returned to his room in the palace and tidied up his clothes.
The unrealistic handsome man in the mirror was now neatly and flawlessly dressed in a knight’s uniform.
He stared at himself expressionlessly for a moment before breaking the space transfer stone. A brilliant light enveloped his vision.
The place where the wind of time and space carried his body was in front of the beautiful white triumphal arch.
The replica of the gate of the divine realm that swallowed his eyelet Rodelin and surprisingly returned it.
‘Did that god really fit in with strict order and goodness?’
The doubt that he could not completely shake off occupied his mind again.
Tesilid, who had been looking up at the triumphal arch for a moment, shook off his thoughts and lowered his gaze.
“Huh!”
“W-Who is the master of the holy sword......!”
He met the eyes of two knights who were standing guard. They were startled for some reason and opened the way before Tesilid could even take five steps closer.
Thanks to that, Tesilid was able to enter the Seonghwang Hall without exchanging a single word with them.
It was when he was about to step into the main building across the courtyard that had been restored. Knights rushed out from both sides and surrounded Tesilid.
‘What kind of extravagant welcome is this?’
A blond man who seemed to be the leader of them came forward to Tesilid.
“Is this the master of the Holy Sword, Lord Tesilid?”
“Yes.”
“I am Magram Welix, servant of God. I am from the Heresy Tribunal of the Inspectorate.”
“Nice to meet you, Lord Magram.”
“Well. I guess you shouldn’t be happy.”
“.......”
The hostility was evident in the meaningful words. The next moment, Magram raised his chin and turned his gaze to an impudent one.
“Tesilid Argent.”
“.......”
“By the order of Saint Muriel Philise, I am arresting you on charges of heresy.”
Tesilid wasn’t particularly surprised.
“......Are you talking about heresy?”
A sudden thought occurred to him. What he had done in front of the gates of the divine realm that swallowed Aylet.
At that time, he had let out an inhuman cry toward ‘strict order and goodness.’
‘I remember saying, ‘Damn God.’
Even looking back, it was clear blasphemy. There were hundreds of witnesses, so there was no room for evasion. However.
‘Blasphemy and heresy are different.’
Even with the extremely exaggerated charges, he did not seem particularly flustered or shaken.
He was a regressor who had lived a long life and experienced all sorts of things, and this was not the first time he was in this situation.
So he thought.
‘It’s the same as the 88th time. That means... ... .’
Muriel Philise seemed determined to kill him quickly.
His eyes were frozen as cold as the North Sea.
‘What should I do?’
Of course, he had no intention of dying. He had enough strength to overcome the situation.
“Tesilid Argent...... Sir?”
“.......”
“Ahem, if we just cooperate, there’ll be no need to blush.......”
Even if the knights who were sneakily watching him now formed a legion instead of just one order of knights and surrounded him, it wouldn’t be a problem for him at all.
Nevertheless.
The reason he was worried was entirely because of Ailet Rodelin.
He was currently being held hostage by the god.
He was afraid that if he didn’t go along with the clown show his god wanted, she might not open her eyes.
He wanted to get her back, not just her body, but her soul. He wanted to see her green eyes again and hear her clear voice.
To do that, he had to please the god.
“......I will obey.”
Tesilid held out both his wrists as if he was throwing me away again.
The place he was dragged to in chains was the dungeon of the Inspectorate. It was also the place where the Chanyoung Knights, who had previously sold Tesilid for a gold coin, were taken.
Tesilid was thrown into a damp corner of the prison. The solitary cell, specially built to block the three great powers, was blocked on all six sides.
The only means of obtaining information about the environment were hearing and smell.
Screams and groans pierced my ears as if torture was in progress under the guise of interrogation, and an unpleasant smell stung my nose.
An ordinary person would go crazy just by existing in this space.
However, as expected of a being who had lived many times in the world, he was insensitive to violent stimulation.
With his eyes darkened and his face discolored, he simply waited for his turn.
Time died in such dulled senses.
Before long, the sun had sunk below the horizon. Only when night fell on the sanctuary did the door to the prison he was locked in open.
“Follow me.”
I thought I would be dragged to a musty, damp place where the smell of blood was thick.
However, the place he was taken to was different from what I expected.
The place [N O V E L I G H T] he arrived was the main hall of the Seonghwangcheong, the Cardinals’ Council Chamber.
Cardinals wearing crimson shawls draped over their shoulders filled the seats. It seemed like everyone was waiting for Tesilid.
Tesilid solemnly stood in the center of the awkward place.
“The saint is entering.”
The door to the council chamber closed as Muriel walked in, rolling up her long ceremonial robe.
The main character was supposed to appear last. She stood upright as if she was the representative of this place, looking down at Tesilid.
He also turned his indifferent eyes upward. Muriel Filije and Tesilid Argent.
The two beings, each favored and abused by ‘strict order and good’, kept their gazes for a distance of five or six steps.
Tesilid thought to himself.
‘Is this a summary trial?’
Anyway, his defense would be useless. The charge of heresy was just Muriel’s excuse to kill him and maintain the world of return.
He had thought he would be sentenced to be burned at the stake like the 88th time. However, his prediction was wrong.
“Rejoice, Lord Tesilid. The investigation has cleared you of the charge of heresy.”
“.......”
His senses simultaneously rang the alarm bells.
In his long experience, optimistic haste always led to a more negative conclusion.
Indeed, Muriel had discovered Tesilid’s weakness well.
“However, the Holy Scripture has been proven to be a heretic. Therefore, our Elfenheim Cardinal Council.......”
“.......”
“We unanimously decided to excommunicate the Holy Scripture, or rather the ‘heretic’ Aylet Rodelin!”
“.......”
The declaration shook the council chamber.
While the useless resonance died down, Tesilid’s eyes froze coldly.
Beneath his frosty white eyelashes, his cold water-colored eyes stared into space.
Right now, his entire body radiated a chilling aura, as if even his breath was spitting out the atmosphere of the North Sea.
“Heresy.”
“.......”
“Heresy.”
“.......”
“Aylet Rodelin?”
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