Chapter 29
A Transmigrator’s Privilege
âNo one asked you to be a hero. You are not a saint, and you are not something special. Thereâs no reason why you should sacrifice yourself for someone you donât know.â
ââ¦â¦â
I was scolded by a ten-year-old.
[âThe World-building Godâ says the guy canât even use the return ability yet and still thinks heâs special enough to look down on an S-Ranked Transmigrator.]
[âThe Troubled Skyscraper Architectâ says that he seems to be talking nonsense while the discipline limit of his buff is exempted.]
[âThe Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balanceâ feels that the weak mentality of the other gods, who comment on strange and nonsense things, was pathetic.]
[âThe Spoiler Inspectorâ grumbles that there is an error in the main characterâs setting of ethical values.]
The Inspectorâs message brought me to my senses.
Only then did I realize why I was so embarrassed that I couldnât say a word.
Thesilid just violated âHumilityâ and âKindnessâ, committed âAngerâ, and denied the spirit of sacrifice that is equivalent to âCharityâ.
(Note: I looked up, and the right name is Seven Holy Virtues, I will fix the title later.)
It was an unimaginable violation of the rules for the usual Thesilid, but it was possible against me because of my privileges as a transmigrator.
âItâs not always good to be exempt from rules.â
Thesilidâs confession of his true feelings had a great ripple effect on Ephael and Hestio.
âHey, Hestio. Did you hear that? Why is he speaking common sense out of nowhere?â
âI know. Iâm feeling chills right now.â
What is this reaction?
Itâs like Iâm the one in charge of the pushover role!
I felt the need to fix the mood quickly.
âOkay. Itâs my fault. I wonât do that again, so please relax your face.â
ââ¦â¦Yes. Sorry for being angry.â
Now that the conversation was over, it was time to reorganize. I looked at the Grim Reapers flying around and suggested.
âLetâs go to a safe place.â
I didnât forget to loot instead of Thesilid, who doesnât care about trophies and rewards.
I took by-products from the fallen Mole doll and saw something shiny in the fireplace, so I shoved it into my inventory.
After searching for a suitable place, we entered a guest bedroom. This time, instead of hiding in the closet, we moved the furniture and closed the door.
With the four of us sitting around in a circle, we decided to have a proper introduction time. Thesilid stepped out.
âI will introduce you. This is Ellet. She can do alchemy and she has many potions. And this is Hestio and Ephael. You can tell by looking at the clothes, theyâre also Stigmata.â
âNice to meet you both, Thesilid friends.â
Ephael and Hestioâs expressions wrinkled again. This time, it seemed that they were going to ask the person directly.
âHey, Thesilid. Did you really say that we were friends with your own mouth?â
âThatâ¦â¦.â
Why are you hurting our little doormat?
It was then.
Gurgling. Gurgling.
The sound came from two different places with a little lag in between, making it offbeat.
âYouâre not friends? Then we donât have to share delicious food, do we?â
I took out a delicious sandwich and held it.
âWe are friends. Thatâs right, friends.â
âHeâs my best friend. Best friend.â
âReally? If youâre his best friend, Iâll give you another one. Eat a lot, Ephael.â
âOh, yeah!â
When I gave one more to Ephael, Hestio made an angry and sad face.
I canât be cheap with food, and with appropriate reason, I also took one more out for Hestio.
âBe good friends with Thesilid in the future.â
âOkay. Rather, it is delicious.â
âWould you like more?â
âY-Yes!â
In addition, with the warm heart of a parent who takes care of their children, I brought out drinks and other types of food.
Thesilid watched the scene with a slightly strange look.
During the time to recharge our stamina, we talked a lot.
Topics went from my subspace inventory, which was as mysterious as the stomach capacity of growing children, and how to detoxify children who took hallucinogens.
âYou said you carried a wagon of detoxifying herbs? How big is that bag? Buy me that, Hestio!â
âShut up. Anyway, I knew it wasnât Thesilidâs plan. He doesnât have the brains to do that.â
ââ¦â¦.â
After we finished talking about Thesilid, we had a meeting.
âWhat shall we do now?â
âWe have to subdue the dungeon owner.â
To Hestioâs question, Thesilid answered firmly. Ephael sighed and said.
âI wandered around the inside of the mansion while we were playing hide and seek, but I didnât see any exit gates. After all, it seems true that the gate is controlled even before the boss battle takes place. External help is not an option.â
Hestio also helped share information.
âThesilid, you may be aware of this, but the stigmata in the East and North annexes were annihilated. I heard it from the Butler Demon.â
âThen we are the only ones left.â
The atmosphere became somber. The outlook was negative when we looked at the odds of whether we could subdue an S-class dungeon with just four children.
I pointed out the positive points.
âThe combination is not bad.â
Unlike the original, there is also an alchemist. My capability may be low in middle battle, but Iâm quite a healer.
âAnd I also know the way.â
Actually, we donât need to do anything else, we just have to hype up and go to the front of the boss room. Isnât it?
Perhaps my words had little encouragement power, for they had no effect on the renewal of the mood.
This time, Ephael stepped up.
âAh, Iâm not cut out for stuff like this. Why donât we just pray for the best?â
âWhat are you talking about all of a sudden?â
âYou never know. Maybe âstrict order and goodwillâ will grant a miracle? Just like the last time, we might get lucky and the Descent might come.â
âDescent?â
When I asked back in surprise, Thesilid explained.
âNot long ago, a Descent of Divinity was sensed from the direction of the Kingdom of Vinchester. A new Saint has been born, so the church is looking for it.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Oh, this is probablyâ¦â¦.
[âThe World-building Godâ is proud to say that the reputation of its first devotee has already spread to neighboring countries.]
[âThe Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balanceâ asks if, from their point of view, it might become heresy instead.]
[âThe Scales that Judges the Soulâ says itâs fake that they are looking for a Saint, and itâs doubtful whether they actually dispatched a heretical judge instead.]
[âThe World-building Godâ shouts around asking who is heretical, arguing that those people are the ones that serve a god who already left home.]
As expected, itâs about me. I asked carefully.
âWhat does the Church wants by finding that person?â
âSince it is a principle for those who awaken the Holy Spirit to obey the Church, they will be appointed as Saint or Saintess and then bear the responsibilities and duties accordingly.â
It meant that I was going to donate my talent for the rest of my life. I did not want to eat the Vaticanâs meal ever again, so I decided not to use Descent of Divinity in front of others.
Of all things, a Saintess.
I glanced at Thesilid.
âHmâ¦â¦.â
ââ¦â¦Why are you looking at me like that?â
-No one asked you to be a hero. You are not a Saint, and you are not something special. Thereâs no reason why you should sacrifice yourself for someone you donât know.
The words that he told me earlier about me not being a Saint were past the expiration date.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNothing.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Ephael picked his tempo again.
âAnyway, Plan A is subjugation. If that doesnât work, well, then we go ahead and move on to plan B.â
âWhat is Plan B?â
âYou also know it, Hestio. Kill them all and be the last one alive.â
Ephaelâs tone was playful, but those were not words that should be disregarded.
I jumped up before the atmosphere subsided again.
âIf youâre done resting, letâs go to the boss room before the flowers grow any further.â
The flower on our heads could not be solved with a potion.
After getting rid of the Mole doll, the growth rate slowed down, but as time passed, it was obvious that the negative impact on the body grew.
âOkay, letâs go.â
The three stigmata stood up with wretched faces.
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3rd floor of Count Orscheâs mansion.
After defeating four mid-bosses, we arrived in front of the Boss room at the end of the corridor.
âAre you ready? Letâs go in.â
Ephael said while throwing away the potion bottle he drank.
After he found out that my potions tasted like fruit juice, I slightly felt like he was getting hurt on purpose.
âEllet, when the battle starts, stay in the corner. Donât do anything that catches the Bossâs attention.â
Hestio took great care of me.
âYes, donât worry, I will avoid you because you are the number one target for attack.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Thesilid, who played the role of opening the door like a dutiful tanker, said something as if trying to reassure me.
âAs long as there is a dark purple flower on your head, he will not attack you. Then, Iâll open it.â
DORORORO!
The huge arch door split open and the gap widened.
[ You have entered the Boss room âThe Countâs Officeâ]
A huge mahogany desk occupies a seat in front of a wall full of books. Everything was big as if we had entered a country of giants.
Kugugugung!
With a vibration, the chair facing back slowly turned towards us. There sat a middle-aged gentleman with an oval body.
âYou finally came. I was waiting for you.â
It was a bonafide last-boss line indeed.
At the gloominess of omitting self-introductions, the three stigmata sheep flinched as if they were intimidated.
For me, the system introduced a middle-aged gentleman, butâ¦.
[ The owner of the dungeon, âCount Orshu âââ âââââ appeared above ââââ.]
What are those blinds? Is the system broken?
âWorld God, are you there? Why is it like this?â
There was no answer. Did he intuit about bug rewards he would have to give and go into hiding? Around the time my doubt started rising.
âLetâs go.â
âYeah!â
âBite it, Ephael!â
While I was distracted by a system error, the three of them rushed in.
âWait, guys! Now Iâ¦â¦.what? They are fighting quite well, arenât they?â
At first glance, the aspect of the battle seemed to be the three pushing the Boss back. Count Orsche was only large in size, but his movements were slow and there were many gaps.
A fight in which they have the advantage. It was completely different from the original.
âIs it because I helped the three get in peak condition with potions and food?â
It was strange to think that way and to be proud of it, becauseâ¦
âFor an S-class dungeon, the Boss was too weak.â
After experiencing a few battles, my eyes developed quite a bit.
The Boss was slightly better than the Bears and Moles mid-boss we defeated today. Of course, he wasnât fighting properly, but I felt it was fundamentally not good enough to compare with Ardiman, who was an A-class dungeon boss.
Suddenly, an odd thing popped into my mind.
The entrance gate has been controlled from the moment we got into the mansion. What did that mean?
âNo wayâ¦â¦!â
Kugugung!
The heavy body of the egg gentleman fell to the floor and the expected congratulatory message of subjugation did not appear, of course.
âWe did itâ¦â¦!â
âHestio!â
As soon as I screamed his name, he instinctively retreated. A few strands of his black hair were cut off with a fraction of difference.
Krawnggg!
The place where Hestio had been until a while ago was completely sunk. As expected, they would attack the supporter first.
âWh-what! Where is it!â
âItâs not the time to look around! Everyone gather!â
The obedient children came back after hearing my shout. Thesilid looked around wary of our surroundings and asked.
âWhat the hell happened?â
I opened my mouth and stared into the air.
âYeah, it was weird from the start. Why didnât we get a gate when we just entered the dungeon? If you think about it, itâs quite simple. Because weâve already met the Boss. Come out now!â
The answer came back.
ââ¦â¦Oh, my lady. You are also quite awesome!â
Jiying-.
The space opened with the waves.
A young man in a luxurious coat, not a tailcoat, appeared with his fluttering white hair.
He politely bowed his back.
âHello again, everyone. Iâ¦â¦.â
[ Dungeon owner, 778th place in the Demon World, âRodrigo Orscheâ has appeared!]
âI am the owner of this mansion, Count Rodrigo Orsche.â
Rodrigo disguised as a butler, but he was the real Dungeon Boss.