Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 175: Guessing the story

Reeva decided he would keep the fact under wraps for now. Revealing that he was an apostle could trigger reactions from priests who weren’t devout enough. Imagine discovering that the criminal you’re escorting turns out to be Jesus himself—it wouldn’t end well. He’d likely meet the same fate as Jesus at that rate.

You never know how someone with shaky beliefs might respond to an apostle, especially when that apostle also happens to be a branded heretic.

Still, Reeva could tell a few key people. Those higher up might react differently than the average priest. One such person was the blue-haired royal guard who came to escort the prince. She seemed like someone who would protect him if things took a turn for the worse. Despite the priests’ dislike for the royal guards, they weren’t true enemies.

Both factions existed to serve one another if you could believe that. The royal family ruled over the material—people focused on money and didn’t care much for the church. Meanwhile, the church ruled over the spiritual side of the population. If either of them fell, the entire kingdom would descend into chaos. Without these systems, many people would likely be purged for having no allegiance.

In other words, the royal family would support an apostle of the Sun God as best as they could. Probably even better than the priests themselves.

So, Reeva needed to get in touch with the blue-haired royal guard...

Yeah, that wasn’t happening.

But he had to try. After the morning duel, they hadn’t wasted much time, though the carriage was painfully slow. They would reach the next village a bit late in the afternoon.

At that point, he’d need to request an audience with her…

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OK, he’d need more than that to get her attention. A few ideas came to mind. The first was causing a commotion, like Leon had earlier in the day. But it would have to be big enough to draw her over without attracting the priests’ suspicion.

Yeah, not happening.

Another option was making a deal with one of the priests. Maybe he could offer them something in exchange for arranging a meeting with the blue-haired knight. But that probably wouldn’t work either. Even if he succeeded in bribing a priest, there was no guarantee she wouldn’t just refuse.

Unless, of course, there was something valuable on the line.

Which, conveniently, Reeva had.

Thanks to the protection of the prince, the priests weren’t allowed to search or perform divination on any of them unless sentenced by the high court. Reeva had managed to sneak something out—an object forbidden by the church and all of Eyre at the moment.

A gun.

It could be the bargaining chip he needed.

But getting information across without the priests noticing would be tricky. Should he change his target? The only other person worth mentioning this to was Plutus, who was traveling in another carriage. With Father Theodore bedridden, Plutus was now in charge.

Reeva couldn’t quite figure out why, though. There were usually two or three third-circle mystics stationed at each church, at least in the larger towns. The standard procedure was to pass command to the next most powerful mystic. Even with the last bishop’s orders, the church’s hierarchy should come first.

Either the church had overruled this, or... Plutus had become a third-circle mystic.

That was kind of scary.

The guy who didn’t exist in the original story had made nearly as much progress as the protagonist. Meanwhile, Klad was progressing at a snail’s pace, not doing much to push the story forward.

How had the guy died in the original story? At what point did things change? With that in mind, Reeva started piecing together his own theory. Originally, the person who was supposed to take over his body wasn’t there. Instead, it had just been him.

If that were true, then Theia would have met this other person... but without Reeva, the priests wouldn’t have known. Unless Hilda had told them.

Then, Plutus arrived on the scene since he was closest to the abandoned church. Did the mystic kill all the priests there?

But that didn’t add up. A mystic who had just taken over a new body would be weak—the mismatch between the soul and the body would cause discomfort and a reduction in mystic power.

One priest with chain-locking abilities, another with brute force, and a third with versatile light magic. How could someone fresh in a new body handle that? Reeva then thought of one person capable of such a feat.

What if the person meant to inhabit his body was Tula? That guy had a highly unconventional power—he could switch bodies and control others, using them as shields. And Tula was the one who sacrificed Theia in the original story.

Reeva couldn’t confirm it, but he felt like he was onto something. Tula would likely use civilians as leverage to force the priests into surrender. Plutus, valuing civilian lives, would have been cornered.

Did just his presence here change all of that?

He didn’t want to glaze himself, but everything seemed to be happening because he was there. The moment he entered this world, its trajectory shifted into something almost unrecognizable.

"Is everything okay, Master?"

"What?" Reeva looked up and saw Hilda watching him. "Nothing, why do you ask?"

"You’ve been staring off into space... for hours."

Reeva looked outside and saw the sun setting. It wouldn’t be long before they reached the next village. He glanced at Onia, considering the plan. They knew the potion was hidden in the village, but could they retrieve it before the priests moved in the morning?

That would be a challenge in itself—the potion was buried deep. In the original story, Klad stumbled upon it, but it hadn’t been urgent for him, so it took him about a week to dig it out.

Could Klad and his friends get it in one night? Reeva would have to wait and see. After a long day of travel, with the sun fully set, the village finally came into view. Its warm orange glow stood out in the dark, snowy night.

"I’d been thinking we’ve come so far from the day in Lmemore"

"Indeed." Hilda agrees.