A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 274
Their cries felt like faith in God and trust in me, and my nose also felt a little tingly.
Bianca and Hilde asked cautiously from the left and right.
“Child, then the god of our church is......”
“What is the name of the god......?”
The crucial moment had arrived. I sat up straight.
I opened my mouth with the most serious expression I could make and the most pious voice I could muster.
“The god who protects us is the ‘Spirit of the World-Building Words’.”
Tiring! [<System> The progress of ‘The Mission of the Spirit Leader, Stage 7’ is updated.]
[<Quest> ‘The Mission of the Spirit Leader, Stage 7 (16/1,000)’
Condition of Completion: Declare to 1,000 people that your god is the ‘World-Building Spirit’
Completion Status: 16/1,000 people] Exclamations poured out here and there.
“The Spirit Leader! That’s right! We’re the Spirit Leader!”
“When I hear the spirit, my head feels clearer.”
“My chronic migraine has disappeared.”
“The spirit alone has such a miraculous effect! You must be a truly amazing god!”
“I believe you, ‘World-Building Spirit’!”
Grandfather stepped forward solemnly.
“We should designate the Spirit Leader as the state religion of our Principality of Hispenril.”
That much?
At that moment, Aide Edgar pushed up his glasses and added a sharp analysis.
“That seems to be the best way to counter the Elfenheim Church. If you dare to judge heresy, you should consider turning the Principality of Hispenril into an enemy.”
Grandfather, Mother, and Hilde glared. The fighting spirit of the representative strongmen of the Principality of Hispenril was ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ extremely intense.
Bianca lowered her eyes and said.
“Let’s pressure the Church religiously, militarily, and diplomatically. We need to win over the Kingdom of Binchester and the Republic of Ragnef before officially declaring the Unsung Church. Your Majesty, is it time right now?”
“Of course, Via. No, Earl Gillette! Let’s go to the meeting.”
“Vice Bishop Hilde, please come too.”
“Yes, Earl!”
“Please, Mr. Leonard and Sir Elthea, please join us. I would like you to take charge of the Golden Ivory Tower and Her Majesty Queen Labiosa respectively.”
Everyone prepared for the emergency response meeting with solemn expressions. At a time like this, I, the leader, could not be left out.
“Okay. Then I will write an official statement.......”
“It’s okay.”
The gentle but firm dissuasion came from Bianca.
“Bia?”
“Vice Bishop Hilde and I are enough to handle this kind of problem.”
Bianca and Hilde exchanged determined glances as if they had made a promise.
<This time, the two of you became incredibly close while cursing Muriel together.>
It seems that the external enemy strengthened the internal solidarity.
I tried to express my opinion.
“But I am the Holy Spirit, so shouldn’t I do something?”
“Oh, you.”
“Yeah.”
“Just pay attention to Tesilid.”
“.......”
I received unexpected consideration.
It wasn’t just Bianca. Everyone in the room nodded as if it was natural.
The shoulders that had been pretending to be okay and giving strength finally sank a little.
“Thank you all.......”
The air in the room was warm and cozy. This place felt like my world, so I somehow felt like I was mistaken in thinking that the entire world was kind and friendly to me.
Tesilid, I wish you were here too.
You are the biggest part of my world.
I calmed my fluttering heart and got out of bed.
Before I could prepare to face Tesilid, there was something I had to do.
“There are people I want to meet and talk to first.” ✠ Currently, Iphael and Hesti were in the guest room on the 4th floor of the King’s Palace.
Their isolation and detention were carried out in a slightly strange way.
Even though there were only two knights guarding the door, who could easily be subdued, Ipale and Hesti were quiet as if they were hiding in the room.
In reality, something stronger than the guards' force was restraining them. - I want the two of you to stay here for a while. Ipale and Hesti immediately accepted the polite and solemn request of King Hispenril.
It was also necessary to organize their thoughts because their minds were complicated enough to decide on a course of action.
Ipale was lying stretched out on the long couch, and Hesti was sitting on the chair with his back hunched like a shrimp.
“.......”
“.......”
It was obvious why the two of them had lost their dignity and were in a state of bewilderment.
The shock from the news that came from the Holy Office yesterday was too great.
Their friend and colleague, Aylet Rodelin, was said to be a heretic.
Even the ruling of the Cardinal Council was unanimous.
The gates of the Pantheon opened on the Plain of Litniel branded her as a definite heretic.
She was a divine scripture that could use divine descent.
Since she was a being that testified to God herself, the shock of the moment when her divinity was reversed and she was judged to be a heretic was almost like a rebellion against God.
Who would have imagined that the divine scripture that appeared after 500 years would not be a divine scripture given by ‘strict order and goodness’, but a divine scripture given by the god of heresy.
Originally, the Elfenheim Church gave heretics a chance to convert, but Aylet Rodelin was an exception. Without any persuasion, an extermination order was declared.
“Hey.”
“Why.”
Ipheil responded to Hesti’s call by removing the book covering his face.
Their eyes, which had been dim for a day, met each other’s eyes.
They quickly turned their heads again, thinking that the other was too ugly.
Hestio asked.
“What do you think about this situation?”
“Thoughts.......”
“.......”
“I don’t know.......”
“......Yeah, there’s no way you have thoughts.”
Iphael’s gaze wandered to the pattern on the ceiling, and Hestio’s gaze wandered to the empty space in front of him.
After a while, Iphael opened his mouth.
“It could be a plot by that saint named Muriel....... We should listen to Aylet’s side.......”
“.......”
Even though Iphael knew what the Pantheon’s door meant, Iphael held onto a fleeting hope.
However, at this moment, Hestio couldn’t call Iphael foolish. He was the same in clinging to the old excuse of having to listen to both sides.
In fact, the situation for the two of them was not good at the moment.
Shin Seong-gyeong Aylet Rodelin's Knights have been with him for about half a year. They even have a relationship that started when they were young.
If they didn't hurry back to the church and kept lingering, they could be branded as heretics along with Aylet.
Nevertheless, they couldn't leave for their own positions and safety. It seemed that they could only decide their course of action if Aylet got up and told them directly.
Even if those words were nothing more than a confession that they had already expected.
That was when the two of them were killing time, waiting for the delayed end.
The sound of footsteps that seemed to have been snapped was approaching from the other side of the hallway.
It was not the time for the maid to bring them food, nor the time for the knights to change shifts.
However, their minds were oversaturated with thoughts about their friend who had become a heretic, and there was no room for other questions to creep in.
So the two of them had to greet the person who appeared right after the knock without any defenses.
"Hello, heretics?"
"......!"
“......!”
The shells of the two young men who had been wearing the ruined bodies of the dead broke apart in an instant.
“Ah, Aylet......!”
Ipael tried to get up in a hurry and rolled off the couch.
In the meantime, Hestió, who had suddenly gotten up, grinned and scolded her.
“You...... You......!”
“How have you been?”
“You...... Really......!”
“Yeah, yeah. You were worried a lot and were touched to see me healthy? You missed my face so much? Yeah, yeah. Our Hestió, I know how you feel.”
“Hey, you......!”
Hestió barely suppressed his temper. He folded his index finger and asked.
“When did you open your eyes?”
“About an hour ago.”
“How’s your body?”
“I’m fine.”
Aylet was showing off his muscles with both arms.
Her appearance was like the lively, playful, and kind girl they knew, so Hestio felt even more touched.
“Hey, Aylet.”
“Yeah.”
“Thank goodness you woke up... Really, thank goodness...”
“.......”
Aylet’s expression also became serious at her voice that seemed to be choking. After a long deep breath, Hestio was finally able to spit out one more word.
“The news is.......”
“I heard.”
“.......”
A neat answer. Only then did Hestio and Ipael recall the greeting Aylet had used when she entered the room.
Pagan. She had clearly called Hestio and Ipael pagans.
Hestio clenched his fists as if he was suppressing something.
“Really......?”
“.......”
The brief silence was to give each other time to prepare their hearts.
Soon, a calm voice filled the air.
“That’s right. I believe in another god.”
“......Since when?”
“From the beginning.”
“Then when we met when we were 10 years old......?”
“Yeah.”
It was at this point that Hestio’s tone began to become impatient.
“Uh, while we were unconscious in front of Count Orsh, a saint appeared and won using divine descent. Wasn’t that saint you? What happened to that?”
Aylet pondered the intent of the question for a moment.
Did he think divine descent was the exclusive property of the Order of the Saints? It could be so, since he had lived his entire life under the monotheistic worldview.
Aylet, convinced, calmly explained.
“It’s exactly as you know. However, my divine descent was not ‘strict order and goodness,’ but rather an ability given to me by the ‘Spirit of World-Building.’”
“......!”[<System> The progress of ‘The Mission of the Spirit Leader, Stage 7’ is updated.]
[<Quest> ‘The Mission of the Spirit Leader, Stage 7 (18/1,000)’]
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