A Transmigrator’s Privilege

At the same time, in the Kingdom of Vinchester.

It was raining in the royal capital, Wilhelon.

A wagon from a merchant went through the back gate of the splendid and magnificent palace.

The guild was externally known as one of the favorite merchants in providing luxury goods to the 1st Princess, but in reality, it played a role in secretly delivering news from all over the continent.

The person who managed it was the noble lady, Bianca Gillette, who was said to be the closest aide to the 1st Princess.

Bianca, who had made contact with the intelligence network, crossed the dark hallway of the palace. In the tight grip of her right hand was a piece of paper with words such as subjugation completed, Descent of Divinity, and resource dispute.

Among them, the word that definitely bothered Bianca was Descent of Divinity.

“Eli……”

The tone of her voice was filled with worry as she unknowingly recited the nickname of a close friend.

Bianca regained her senses and quickened her pace.

She had to report the dangerous trends flowing along the borders of the Holy Country and the Republic.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, Young Lady of Count Gillette?”

A figure slipped out of the corner of the hallway and called Bianca to stop. The opponent was a boy in his late teens with pale white-blonde hair and piercingly blue eyes.

The way he smiled with the corners of his mouth stretched was gorgeous and aristocratic, but the terrible coolness in his eyes could not be hidden.

The boy’s name is Ligares Ezentel Vinchester and he was…

“Greetings to Your Highness the 3rd Prince.”

Bianca took off her hood and bent her back.

Long, bluish-black hair poured out while she presented a curtsy in the manners of the royal palace without flaws.

“You’re going to sister, aren’t you?”

“Yes, that’s right, Your Highness.”

Ligares was the youngest prince who Ellet had previously advised not to provoke because he had a brother complex.

Currently, there is only the eldest son the 1st prince, and Ligares the 3rd prince in the royal family. However, Ligares was obsessed with another older brother.

An older brother from the same womb who went missing after being involved in a kidnapping accident with Ligares when he was very young. He was the second prince who was accepted as dead as an established fact in the royal family.

Ligares had no doubt that the Church of Elpenheim was behind the tragic accident. So he has developed a hatred for the Church as much as a longing for his one and only older brother.

It’s like that even now.

“Did you hear the news? It’s a pity that the dungeon burst that happened in Cyrill province was completed quickly. It would have been nice if the Boss had moved a little more south towards the Vatican.”

“Your Highness’s irony is still the same.”

“As much as your cheeky cunning skills.”

He was a warlike royalty with no intentions of hiding his pure malice. It was self-evident that if such a person came to power, bloodshed would pour across the continent.

‘He is a person who should never become king.’

At that time, Ligares’ voice, which was rarely filled with joy, rang in Bianca’s ears.

“Oh, that’s right.”

“……”

“As far as I’ve heard, the Saint played an active role in the subjugation. A Saint…… I’m really interested in this. I have to hurry up and ask her for a visit to the royal family.”

“……”

A sadistic interest based on hatred for the Church. It was showing signs of focusing it all on the Saint.

Deep hostility arose in Bianca’s red eyes, which fell towards the floor.

✠

Three days later, County Gillette.

Elthea’s eyebrows wrinkled as she read the letter.

The sender of the letter was her father, Prince Hispenril, and it contained the latest news from the continent.

Thanks to this, Elthea, who learned about the Dungeon Burst incident in detail, let out a deep sigh.

“Haa, my daughter said she was going on a trip, so what the hell is she doing now……”

“Elthea?”

The face of his lovely wife was dim. Putting a macaron in her mouth, Leonard asked.

“What does father-in-law say? Is Eli in big trouble?”

“That’s not it……”

Elthea thought of what to talk about.

‘Actually, our daughter is a Saint who can use Descent of Divinity, right? And even if she didn’t get formal schooling she was good enough to beat an SS-level boss!’

…It was not a story that is easy to believe. It seemed like it would be a good idea to let the daughter in question speak for herself.

“I guess she just became a bit famous inside the Church. If Eli is really going to do something big, I wished she had told us, even if it was not discussed in advance. To hear about it belatedly through her grandfather. I’m sad, what about us?”

The more she spoke, the more it turned into complaints.

Eli, whom she thought would live in her arms for the rest of her life, has suddenly grown up and is taking care of her business without her parents.

They had no choice in the matter and it was the heart of a parent to have ambivalent feelings of being proud while feeling sad.

“Elthea, you are too…”

Leonard soothed his wife gently.

“She didn’t bring a man yet, right? You don’t need to be this sad.”

Right then.

“Dame Elthea! Mr. Leonard!”

In the distance, Maid Melda, who ran out of breath, called to the couple. Elthea and Leonard instinctively felt that something serious had happened to the manor.

“Melda, what the hell is going on?”

Arriving in front of the couple, Melda took a shot of the water from the tea table and shouted.

“It’s a big deal, Dame Elthea! Ellet is back!”

“Stay calm, Melda. That’s a happy thing, not a big deal.”

“It’s a happy occasion but it’s also a big deal because she came back with a good young man!”

“……!”

At that moment, the couple’s eyes gleamed.

“Now Ellet is giving the young man a tour of the courtyard……oh my! Dame Elthea! Mr.Leonard! Let’s go together!”

Elthea and Leonard started running in search of their daughter who had returned home.

Leonard, who is a scholar, almost died because Elthea, a sword master, held her husband’s hand tightly and ran.

Anyway, right when Melda arrived at the destination she saw a picturesque scene. A courtyard full of green and neat hydrangeas under a lush green tree.

There, the couple found a silver-haired young man.

A sanctified and handsome face, innate moderated gestures and manners, and a friendly and genuine atmosphere. The young man who seemed to have everything in the world soon spotted the couple and smiled.

“You are Eli’s mother and father. It’s a great pleasure to meet you. My name is Thesilid Argent.”

“……”

“……”

Even his voice was perfect.

Elthea and Leonard, who had been mesmerized for a while, greeted politely at the same time.

“Welcome, Son-in-law.”

“No, nothing like that!”

Ellet’s panicked cry filled with embarrassment echoed loudly in the courtyard.

✠

“Hmm, I see. You’re the owner of the Holy Sword?”(Leo)

“Yes, Father.”(Terry)

(Note: Yes, I can die happy. Terry calling Leo father, omg.)

Dad ended up catching a goose and roasting it. Is that all? The lunch table set in front of me was so full its legs were bending under the weight.

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ laughs heartily, saying that this feels like a meeting between the bride and the groom’s family.]

[‘The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things’ is crying while working overtime.]

My mother asked, glancing over at Thesilid with her keen eyes.

“Lad, you must use a sword then?”

“I’m an Advanced Aura Expert.”

“Pass!”

“Mom, what are you passing……”

I sighed deeply, cut up the roasted goose, and put it on Thesilid’s plate.

I had to go through the process of handing over food to him to prevent Terry from committing Gluttony among the Seven Sins. Mom looked at us and smiled quietly again. Although she was my mother and very pretty she was mean.

On the other hand, perhaps because of the conversation a moment ago, Dad lowered his eyebrows sullenly.

“I wished for a scholar type. Like an alchemist or a wizard……”

“……”

Come to think of it, everyone in the family is a sword master except for my dad.

At this point, I nailed it one more time.

“Don’t make fun of me. Terry is uncomfortable.”

“Okay.”

Only then did my parents stop playing. Dad looked at Thesilid with a lot of doubt and asked.

“May I call you Sir Thesilid?”

“Just Thesilid is sufficient.”

“Hmm, I can’t do that yet. I’ll call you Sir. Rather, if you are the owner of the Holy Sword, you are quite a high-ranked acolyte in the Vatican, right? Why is such a person going around with my daughter?”

Here’s my cue.

“Dad, I came here to tell you about that.”

“Hmm?”

“I awakened my divine power and became a Saint.”