A Transmigrator's Privilege

by Usui Takumii

not mine, wuxia world. Waiting for the translator to update.

2. 11 to 20

Today is also a sunny spring day.

Having to worry no more with pollution and fine dust flying in the air, three weeks have passed since I fell into a fantasy world by transmigrating into this novel.

In order to survive in a world where the difficulty of survival turns bat-crazy at the same time as the original start, I spent a good amount of time in the tutorial.

I achieved 22 of 1000 days of praying for my Jog Changing Quest into a Healer. It's a far-fetched goal, but I don't miss a day and I'm working on it steadily.

Cooking achieved 'Level 4' and I obtained 'Recipe Insight' and 'Greatly Increased Cooking Taste Lv.1 (Passive)'.

In fact, I felt like I had learned enough to cook almost anything.

From level 4 and up, the skill level rises slowly, and through 'Recipe Insight', I can cook anything I have tasted once.

Even if I continue to level up, it was speculated that only the level of passive skills would go up.

Alchemy was at level 3, one level lower than cooking.

Now, it is possible to make healing potions for adventurers who go to dungeon subjugation, not just ointment, prescription drugs, and supplements.

My diligent self-improvement activities did not end there. I read many books as Bianca's playmate. Thanks to various knowledge, I now had enough common sense to live on the Serentra Continent.

With this, no one will ever suspect that I am a foolish outworlder.

Knock. Knock.

"Bia, it's me."

"Come on, Eli. I was waiting for you."

Today, I went to Bianca's room to do my duty as a playmate. We shared a homemade chocolate madeleine and set the schedule for the day.

"Oh, I heard there's a new book in the library today. I didn't go alone because I wanted to go with you."

"Wow, really? Let's go."

Slightly moved by the loyalty of the young miss, I got up immediately. We ran upstairs and opened the door, I playfully said.

"You take the lead, madam."

Bianca lifted her chin instead of scolding me to speak informally.

"Trust me and follow."

We laughed and hurried our steps.

The spacious library of the Countess is a place with an antique style, so I never got tired of going there.

"I don't see the librarian. Did he leave his seat for a while?"

"Shall I go and look for him?"

"No, Eli. I have been to the library often, so I know it well."

Despite taking the lead with plenty of confidence, Bianca expressed reluctance and stopped her steps.

"What's the matter, Bia?"

"The structure of the library is..."

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. First, let's go pick a book for Eli to read. Did you say you wanted to read dungeon-related books last time? I will recommend it."

I followed Bianca, thinking it must have been just a small mistake.

But even so, why this is happening? As we walked between the bookshelves, I felt the light rapidly disappearing, it was like entering a tunnel.

Our steps stopped.

"Let's see... Ah, here it is."

Bianca pulled out a book titled Dungeon, a rift leading to territories in the demon world. That was the moment.

GUGUGUGUGU!

A black hole appeared from the empty spot where the book was pulled out. It opened wide like the jaws of a giant monster.

Ghuoomp!

"...!"

"...!"

At the moment the intuition of what is about to happen came rushing, both Bianca and I held each other's hands instead of screaming.

The darkness that swallowed us flew away in an instant, and the distorted space caught our eyes as if someone had kneaded it. It was only just before the motion sickness started that the space spread out, revealing the appearance of a place.

"This is..."

Countless tombstones were placed under the red full moon. The scenery unfolding before our eyes was a cemetery on a dark and humid night.

"Hey, what is going on?..."

I could feel Bianca's trembling through our clasped hands.

A cemetery that could not exist in the Count's Castle. A night sky that distorts time, and a mysterious red moon.

A message appeared to clarify this unrealistic situation.

[System You have entered an A-level dungeon 'The Cemetery buried under Count Gillette'.]

...Ah, figures.

At the same time, I remembered the fate of Ellet, which Frintz told me in the original work.

―it t's my little sister's keepsake. She stepped into the dungeon that was sealed deep in the Count's castle by mistake, so...

Today must have been the day my poor transmigrated body passed away. That too with Bianca, the Count's Young Lady.

This unraveled the mystery of how the crazed fool became heir to the family in the original work and was able to run wild. However, it was not pleasing to know it now.

"Wow, it's crazy."

In a serious situation, my hands automatically turned to my head. Of course, I didn't mean to rip it off, but as I pulled my pink ponytails on both sides, I was deep in thought.

When entering a dungeon, there are two ways to exit.

Explore every nook and cranny of the dungeon to find an exit gate that you don't know where it is, or subdue the owner of the dungeon you will inevitably meet.

Of course, neither were options that two ordinary 10-year-olds could do.

'Yes. You want me to die.'

It was then.

['The world-building God' rushed over in the middle of overtime and ask what's going on.]

Doesn't it seem that the survival difficulty of the original has been activated? Why did you give me a body of a child that's bound to die soon...

Ah, now is not the time to argue.

I hurriedly spoke from my heart.

The system was user-friendly, so it was possible to deliver a message only with the intention.

'God, God! You mentioned that survival difficulty is adjusted to F during the tutorial period. Why there's an A-grade dungeon here right now? Is this another bug?'

['The world-building God' is startled, and he shakes his head saying that there is no way it can happen in the world he has created.]

'As a follower of the World-building God, I'm really sorry to say this but, it's out of a common sense for people to die in the tutorial area, right? It's hard to think that this isn't a bug...'

['The world-building God' says with extreme denial that it can't happen.]

'Ah! So, are you saying it was designed like this from the beginning? Oh, that's too much It's already a shame that I was forcibly transmigrated by death, but in the world that I came anew, I had to die like this again...'

['The world-building God' is at a loss for what to do with its first devotees who is favored and loved.]

I strongly argued with all my might.

'Make the dungeon weak or make me stronger! Please do something!'

Give me a bug reward!

The gist was this.

After a while, a message appeared.

['The world-building God' says after deliberation that they will temporarily grant you use of the Holy Power.]

'Temporary is a bit...'

You're going to give it to me and take it away? That's a bad hobby.

['The world-building God' is bewildered, and they change their words to provide powerful items to help conquer the dungeon.]

'Of course, I believe that it is not a consumable item.'

I sent a deep smile of trust.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' screams that it's impossible to send it down.]

['The world-building God' sheds tears of blood.]

They seemed to be telling the truth with honesty. From then on, I waited patiently without rushing.

['The world-building God' is thinking hard.]

['The world-building God' is thinking hard.]

['The world-building God' is thinking hard.]

Around that time, the cemetery began to prepare to welcome the invaders.

Skeletons that came out of the tomb moved their jaw and joints, and white ghosts protruding from the tombstone wandered around the night sky in a chaotic movement.

There was no better horror attraction than this. Bianca's pale face turned to look at me.

"E- Eli."

"It's okay, Bia. God will protect us."

"I am an atheist."

I realized that even in a world with divine powers, there are atheists.

"...Shhh, let's believe in God."

It was at that time when I was conscious of God's gaze and unintentionally preached.

['The world-building God' makes a desperate choice.]

[System 'The world-building God' gifts to you the 'Descent of Divinity' skill.]

Divine Descent?

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance', severely scolds back, saying that no matter how hard it is, the manager should not do this kind of thing, and demands a written apology.]

['The world-building God' is dragged out to write his apology.]

On behalf of the God who was leaving, the system popped up an explanation window, and I could not believe what was written in it.

'Isn't this quite the huge deal?'

Even the slightest worry was gone and now my heart was pounding with anticipation.

At that time, Bianca, who had regained her unique composure to a certain extent, showed excellent situational judgment.

"Eli, I think this place... is the dungeon."

"Well, of all things, it's a cemetery dungeon, the Count's Castle was built in a bad place."

"What should we do? It's said that we couldn't get out of a dungeon without subjugating the owner."

"It's okay. I'll protect you, Bia."

"Eli..."

Her rabbit-like eyes were filled with emotion, but there was no trust. It was a mournful look, like hearing a promise to die together as if I was her real blooded sister.

I emphasized.

"It's true."

"Yes..."

"Really."

"Yes. I'll protect you too, Eli."

It seems that the truth will not go through.

"How long has it been since I've had guests! I, Ardiman, have personally come to meet you!"

[System The owner of the dungeon, 2039th place in the demon world, 'Necromancer Baron Ardiman' has appeared.]

He came out of nowhere. The owner of the dungeon was a typical warlock wearing a black robe.

The evil energy rising from the whole body, his bright red eyes, and the horns of the goat in the head that pierced through the hood made it clear that he was not a human, but a Demon.

"Huk."

Bianca let out a small gasp.

Human fear was nothing short of a sweet scent to the devil. The demonic baron Ardiman, who smelled it, revealed a creepy smile.

"You are too young to be an adventurer! Is this the pure soul of a child sent by humans to win my favor?"

"If I make a sacrifice... will you let me live?"

Bianca let go of my tight grip and stepped forward.

"My name is Bianca Gillette, and as the next head of Count Gillette, I promise you. I will offer a hundred children, so send me and Ellet back."

"Ho? Would you like to make a deal with me?"

"Yes!"

Ardiman pretended to touch his chin with his bony fingertips. It looked like he was playing a trick.

"It's trustworthy that it's a promise of the next head of state. Not bad."

"Then..."

"Leave the kid next to you instead."

"What?"

"Isn't it enough of a price to go back alive? It looks like she's just a maid, just leave her behind and give the other 99 after"

Bianca didn't even bother to think about his offer.

"No way! She's not just a maid. She's my..."

"My what?"

"Anyway, this is not an option! I'll give you 200 people, so send me and the Eli back."

Even with a face that looked like she was about to faint from tension, Bianca tried to be confident. However, it was as if the demon who had smelled the fragrant smell of fear had already found out her intentions.

"No, there is no need. I must receive one on the spot, so one of you two remains. You decide who will be the sacrifice."

"...!"

He was a demon, after all. A human's desperate heart was just a joke to him.

Bianca's eyes trembled as she looked back at me and my mood sank to the bottom.

Oh, I hate this, it's better to just smash it as soon as possible.

"Hey, ugly graveyard sh-...huh?"

I was about to go in front of Ardiman with a full course of swearing, but suddenly my wrist was grabbed. It was Bianca.

"Don't go, Eli."

"Bia?"

"I will stay."

Bianca's face was quite grim. It seemed that she misunderstood my actions when I went in front of her.

"No, Bia. This is not like that..."

"As the next head of the household, it is natural to protect the estate. And... you are my friend."

"..."

Bianca whispered softly while I was at a loss for words, she had a slightly watery voice.

"Eli, you're smart, so you know what to do when you get out? I will wait until you come to rescue me."

A voice that caught our attention rang aloud.

"Boring kids! Do you think that I teased you to film a melodrama like this? Enough. You all are going to die!"

A blood-red orb was summoned from Ardiman's hand. The black energy emanating from it was unusual.

"That's not what you promised!"

"Hahahaha! Foolish, human child! I never said I would agree to your offer in the first place! Kuhahaha!"

"This, this, this demon...!"

"Pu ha ha! Did you just curse? Didn't you intend to do the same? You, too, offered 100 children or 200 children, why tell me that after selling a pure lie without any intention of giving them to me, at least you must have thought to send the corpses of dead children."

"How do you..."

"Kukkuk. Still young, you are still wet behind the ears. It was a pretty good joke, little Next Lord."

"Ugh..."

This time, I gabbed the trembling Bianca and pulled her back. Now it was my turn to face Ardiman.

"Now you are revealing your true nature, ugly grave keeper."

"Seems like you are not surprised! It seems you have accepted the fate of being ripped off from your bones, flesh, and soul! Know it's an honor for the likes of you! Your white bones will join my army of skeletons loyal to this Ardiman, your flesh will become manure for my beautiful signature garden, and your souls will become an instrument that plays the screams of pain for eternity!"

After listening to all the chattering, I replied.

"Are you done? Then I'll also show you my true colors."

"What?"

"Descent!"

[System Using the Transcendental Skill 'Descent of Divinity', 'The divine spirit that builds the world dwells in your body.]

[System You can now use Godly Skills 'omniscience' and 'omnipotence'.]

"W-What is this...?!"

The night sky of the dungeon split apart and a fresh white light fell on me. My whole body was surrounded by divine energy, and my feet floated in the air at the same time.

As if they could not dare step on the same ground as lowly creatures.

[System Your ranking changes rapidly. Current ranking: 7th (▲ 1,528,673,467).]

[System The conditions for completing the tutorial quest were met, but an abnormal ranking change was detected. The system will exclude your rank.]

Even the system is confused.

I slowly opened my closed eyes. What was reflected in my vision was the terrified face of the Necromancer, Baron Ardiman.

"Di-Divinity! No way! G-God would have abandoned this world and left! The divine power was also steadily weakening, wasn't it? O-obviously God threw this world away so that we could eat it all as we liked!"

I threw a word to Ardiman, who was confused.

"A successor is here."

"What?! What does that mean...!"

"No more small talk, let's fight now."

"Wait a minute...!"

"Omniscience."

I immediately used the God skill.

"Wh- what kind of twisted trick are you trying to play here!"

Ardiman, who felt an unusual omen only just from the energy emanating from me, was terrified. But when I saw a new screen pop up, I was a little perplexed.

'What is this?'

[System Starting the new world-building knowledge search engine. Please enter your search term.]

"..."

What appeared on the screen was a search bar. I put my embarrassment aside and followed the guide.

'Holy skills in order of highest strength.'

[System 'Serentra Continent's Holy Skill Rank TOP 50' has been searched.]

I checked the list in descending order. I went down to the bottom and checked the name of the No. 1 skill in this world setting.

It was easy to use. Another God skill, Omnipotence, was activated and the skill name was called.

"Omnipotence..."

It was then.

Beep!

[System You can use the skill below 11th place due to the low assimilation rate of the descending form.]

"Yesh."

This is good enough.

I was a little annoyed by the sudden restriction, but I could see Ardiman preparing to attack in front of me. His blood orb was filled with evil energy.

"Di-Die! I will destroy you at once without giving you time to use God's power!"

"E-Eli!"

Listening to Bianca's scream, I activated the 15th skill.

"Omnipotence. The wall of Mercury."

[System The ultimate skill 'Mercury Barrier Lv.15 (+10)' is activated.]

Kwawagwagwang!

A shield with a huge silver cross on it came out and blocked Bianca's front. All the black energy that Ardimant poured out was blocked.

"No, that's absurd! How can a young human like you achieve the ultimate barrier...! Now even the Pope can't use it...!"

"Is it my turn now? Omnipotence. Divine punishment."

[System The ultimate skill 'Divine Punishment Lv. 15 (+10)' is activated.]

As soon as the 11th skill was activated, lightning struck from the sky.

"Arghww!"

Craklign! Kwawagwagwang!

It was no ordinary lightning bolt, so all the tombstones in the cemetery were crushed, blown away and the floor was sunken.

It looked like a thunderbolt, but in reality, it was as if a bomb had been dropped.

"Kuoh..."

After the dust cloud subsided, what was seen was an Ardiman wriggling in the center of the huge crater.

"Are you still alive?"

"Sa-save me... Save me, please..."

"You want to live?"

"Ye-yes... please, have mercy..."

The tattered Ardiman submissively begged.

I took a close look at him. I didn't know as I was looking from afar, but his body, hidden in a robe, was a skeleton.

Was this guy an undead too? Then...

I smiled and held out my hand.

"Okay. I'll treat you now."

"Tr-treatment? Wh-what...?"

"You said you want to live."

Wa-wait...!"

I immediately activated a basic skill that was not even in the rankings.

[System Basic skill 'Healing Lv.102 (+10)' is activated.]

It was at that moment when a holy and warm white light that came out of my hand wrapped around Ardiman's body.

"Ah, n-no...! Kieeek!"

Whoosh!

The body of the undead Ardiman was burned without a trace. Even simple healing power is lethal to the undead, who are especially vulnerable to divine power.

"Whew."

When I stood up, shaking the dust off my hands, another screen popped up.

[System Congratulations! You defeated the owner of the dungeon 'Necromancer Baron Ardiman', 2039th in the demon world.]

[System The Demon Realm's Cemetery buried under Count Gillette' belongs to the dungeon subjugator, Ellet Rodellaine.]

Bianca couldn't believe the sight in front of her.

Something happened to her friend who came in front of her as if protecting her. Ellet's body was enveloped in white light, and her two feet floated in the air.

Her cherry blossom-colored hair was changed to luscious silver, and her peridot-like eyes gleamed in gold.

The appearance of Ellet, covered with divinity powerful enough to shake her whole body, was as foreign as myths and legends.

In that form, Ellet faced a fearsome necromancer undead demon.

"Mercury's Barrier."

"Nonsense!"

"Divine Punishment."

"Arghhh!"

"Heal."

"Kueeeek!"

The owner of the dungeon instantly turned into ashes and disappeared.

'Wow, did you defeat him?'

Bianca's question was answered by the environmental change in the dungeon. The red moon melted and disappeared like ice cream, and the darkness lifted to reveal a clear sky.

With the sky without a single cloud in the background, Ellet looked back at Bianca.

'Ellet...'

Bianca looked up at her, feeling overwhelmed. The miraculous savior before her eyes seemed to be the second coming of God itself.

At that time, Ellet released the divinity with a sigh. Her body, which had been floating, settled on the ground and returned to its original form.

"Let's see...the reward is one passive skill and one special item. The notoriety that resonates in the underworld? A Tomb Raider's treasure bag? I'll have to check it out later."

Ellet, who had roughly picked up an old book and satchel bag, turned to Bianca.

"Done. Let's go back for-"

"Eli!"

"Bia?"

Bianca grabbed Elliet's hand and pushed her face, her rabbit-like red eyes were filled with emotion.

Ellet was a precious friend she barely made. On top of that, after going through adversity and hardships, friendship had no choice but to strengthen.

Besides, emotion was not the only thing Bianca felt.

"Eli is an apostle of God! Right? Right?"

"Huh?"

"You defeated the Demon Baron by yourself. To have such tremendous divine power at your age, you must be an apostle of God. Isn't it?"

"Uh... that's right."

Since I was the first believer in 'The world-building God', it could be said that it was perfect reasoning.

As I nodded my head, a little dew formed on the corners of Bianca's eyes.

"Ah...God did not forsake this world, but sent Eli."

Then, suddenly, a message shown only to Ellet appeared.

[System Converted an atheist to a believer. As the first believer of the 'The world-building God', the people you preach automatically become believers of the 'The world-building God'. The divinity of the 'The world-building God' increases.]

[System Due to the increase in the divinity of the 'The world-building God', the 'favoritism' and 'privilege' effects will slightly increase.]

'This is... multi-level marketing!'

Ellet, unintentionally, got into the pyramid scheme.

Bianca began to ask Ellet this and that.

"Then, will Eli also join a subjugation team and subdue dungeons?"

"Oh, yes. Maybe it will be like that... sniff."

Bianca's question prompted Ellet to seriously consider her career path.

Even after transmigrating in this S-Rank novel with a ridiculous survival difficulty, it seemed that she could not escape that fate

As the main character was not able to properly play his role, there was a high possibility that salvation would have to be done by herself.

Meanwhile, Bianca lit up her eyes as if she was too excited.

"I want to help too!"

"What?"

"I can't fight, but I can do other things. Do you need a guild headquarters to conduct subjugation activities around the Serentra Continent? I will fully support Eli as the next Head of Gillette. Leave the subjugation guild's manpower management, money management, and various administrative tasks to me."

"Uh... Really?"

"Yes! Use me as Eli's aide. I am sure I will do well."

"Th-thank you, Bia."

"I am more grateful."

Bianca smiled shyly with a blushing face.

"Eli is my lifesaver. Thank you so much."

"Bia..."

It was then that I felt a little chilly.

"Uh, uh...?"

"Eli?"

My head pounded, and extreme vertigo came over me.

[System Due to unreasonable use of Holy skills, you got 'God fever'. Sleep is recommended for recovery. Time remaining 1 day 23 hours 59 minutes.]

'Ah, nothing is free in this world.'

It was unreasonable to use Descent on a body without divine powers. Ellet vowed not to overuse her skills again.

"Bia... I'll leave it to you."

"No, Eli! Don't die! We're finally friends, I can't let you go like this!"

"I'm not going to die..."

Flop!

Ellet collapsed in Bianca's arms and blacked out.

That day, there was a riot in the Holy Country of Elpenheim.

"He! He has come!"

"Oh oh oh!"

In the depths of the Holy City, there was a great turmoil in a certain Hall.

It was not a special holiday, but the cardinals were gathered in one place. They shed tears of joy as they gazed at the auspicious white light shining on the oracle altar.

In the center of them, the elderly pope also had tears in his eyes and reverently drew the holy sign in the air.

"Alas, the altar of the oracle is reacting strongly! This...this is definitely a Descent!"

The cardinals exclaimed with joy.

"A few weeks ago, I felt extraordinary divinity! God has answered our earnest prayers!"

"After all, the merciful one, will not allow creation to perish!"

"The only reason for an oracle to not be given for a hundred years was to test our faith!"

"Amen! Hail to order and the goodwill of all things!"

As a perishing world setting, there were signs that the gods had abandoned the Serentra Continent.

The representative example of that was the gradually weakening divine power and the end of long-established oracles.

But now, a divine descent, which has never been seen in history, has occurred. This was a tremendous grace that could not be compared with an oracle.

In a world that is perishing, salvation is more desperately needed. It was natural to feel a sense of helplessness, but even then, there were cardinals pouring cold water on the ones in a joyful atmosphere and making remarks about their beliefs.

"You can't be happy yet. Because it is presumed that the place where the Descent took place is not in this Holy Country of Elpenheim, but in the Kingdom of Vinchester."

"That's right. It is painful to know that the vessel of grace was born outside the Church."

It was a very nationalistic remark, but everyone could relate to it.

"It's strange that there could be such a worthy vessel in the Kingdom of Vinchester."

"Isn't this a man of strong political influence hiding his power from the church in the countryside?"

"In any case, it is impossible for such a precious person to be in a land full of unbelievers!"

"That's right. They must be brought to Sanctuary as soon as possible and be appointed as a Saint."

"Let's set up a search party right now!"

Cardinals actively exchanged opinions with each other.

Suddenly, the Grand Chapel became a meeting place for those in power who were responsible for the Holy Country.

On the other hand, there were more people spying on the divine light from the balcony on the 4th floor of the Grand Chapel.

They were young boys in white robe uniforms, indicating that they belong to the Vatican. They were some of the special children the denomination has been working hard to raise in the name of saving the world.

Looking at their bodies one by one, something in common could be seen. They were engraved with a stigmata that forcibly opened the divine power.

Now, those children were very uncomfortable with the news.

"They used to say every time that we were the hope to save the world."

"That's great. Saving the world didn't fit my aptitude. I'm going to take this opportunity to go away."

"You're talking nonsense. Do you think the denomination will let us go?"

"Yes. No?"

"Yes, they won't. Even if world peace comes, they will use us for the rest of our lives to keep the powers of Vinchester Kingdom and the Ragneif Magic Republic in check. To that end, they purposely picked up orphans and even transplanted stigmata."

"Hm, now that you say it like that, it makes sense. You are quite smart, aren't you?"

"You are not enough are you?"

"What, do you want to fight?"

"No, don't bully the weak supporter."

As the black-haired child quickly changed his stance, the blonde-haired child walked away with a smile.

After the quarrel, the two children looked around as if they suddenly remembered.

"But why is he so quiet... Hey, hey, look at his eyes."

There was one more child on the side of the railing where the two of them looked.

"..."

He was a boy who looked like an angel in a painting hanging in a noble's castle, with beautiful silver hair and eyes the color of the sea.

The child looked at the light pouring down on the altar of the oracle as if he had lost not only his gaze but also his soul.

The other two children whispered as if to make him listen.

"His eyes are very fierce."

"I wonder if he thinks someone who monopolizes the love of God has come. The railing is old, so be careful, all right?"

The silver-haired child did not reply, as if he could not hear. The two children, feeling sorry for this, took the same side in the gossip.

"Hey, aren't those eyes of jealousy?"

"Right? Is it because the light is proof that God has someone it loves more than him?"

Then the silver-haired child turned to them.

"Jealousy is one of the Seven Deadly Sins. It's not good to joke about that."

"...Ah, tsk. Every time he's like that I get annoyed. You always sound like an old cardinal or a grandmother."

"Huh, that should be enough to be favored by, 'order and goodwill, isn't it?"

"This guy. He won't even talk to this Tanker nor that Healer even if they beg."

"Are you still hanging out with Olna?"

"...Ha, I'll just go away."

As the two of them clashed, the silver-haired child swiped the scar on his left wrist and secretly swallowed a sigh.

'I'm really in trouble.'

...But the problem is that I can't even explain the situation.

Anyway, that wasn't the point now.

Again, eyes that had the heavenly color of the sea flew toward the altar and narrowed.

'Is it just me? It seems a little different from the feeling of 'order and goodwill'."

It didn't make sense even thinking about it.

A Saint or a Heretic.

The boy, who quickly disposed of the profane suspicion, looked at the light again with reverent eyes.

'Who is it?'

Curiosity arose as strong as a thirst.

Desire lingered in the eyes of the young protagonist, Thesilid Argent, as he followed the light.

br"Ugh..."

Immediately after using Descent, I lay ill for two full days and received nursing from Dad, Frintz, and visits from Bianca.

As the name suggests, God's fever was so high that I had to stay in bed all the time.

Most of the time I was in a state of confusion even when I was asleep or rarely awake, but it seems like I had a lot of worried people around me.

Oh, and even the Gods did.

['The world-building God' sighs, it didn't know the skill would have such aftereffects.]

'Oh, God. Since when have you been here?'

['The world-building God' answers that it came back a little while ago.]

I was thankful to God in many ways. Wasn't it possible to safely attack the dungeon thanks to his determination to even write a formal letter of apology?

I bashfully laughed.

'It's was only for a short time, but it was great because it was really strong. Seeing that an A-level boss was fried in an instant, I thought I could hit and destroy an S-class dungeon alone. Wouldn't it be roughly equivalent to the main character in episode 20?'

['The world-building God' says that the power of Descent may become stronger in proportion to your potential.]

['The world-building God' gave advice, but told you not to overuse it.]

'Yes. I have to get strong by myself.'

['The world-building God' says you had good thoughts and encourages you to faithfully engage in prayer, training, offering (paying money), and preaching in the future.]

Even though we were on the same mind on prayer and training, I laughed a little at the offering and preaching.

'That's right. As expected, the shortcut to level up is offering and preaching. A cash shop dedicated to transmigrators where you can buy abilities and skills. A pyramid scheme that strengthens the buff effect as you increase the number of believers. Wow, that's just great.'

['The world-building God' let out an hm-uhm cof, and suggest that you use the line 'multi-level marketing' rather than 'pyramid scheme.']

'Yes Yes. I will.'

As I was talking about the sacred pyramid scheme, I suddenly realized something new.

'The faith of the people here is affecting God.'

In fact, so far, I had a rather shallow mindset that I only transmigrated in a stressful novel. However, seeing an actual God build up its faith in this place, makes me think that the world I transmigrated to has the same set of values as the earth in my previous life.

One real world.

Being destroying.

Perhaps the souls of the people living here are also real.

The only god who had dominated faith in this world was the one who abandoned everything.

If the 'The world-building God' expands its reach, it might be good for this world as well.

"Eli! Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes, I'm fine now."

"I'm really happy. I was very worried."

When the news spread that I had gotten up after two days, Bianca came running to greet me.

I deliberately showed off my health and clenched both of my fists.

Actually, I was in good shape. After the penalty was over, my body was not as bad as a person who had suffered from a fever until recently.

It seems that Bianca did not disclose what had happened in the dungeon to anyone.

It was difficult to reveal to others because 'Descent of Divinity' was costly, and technically, it was a borrowed power.

So I was going to tell her to keep it a secret, but Bianca had good judgment as the next head of state ought to be, quick-witted and clever.

Therefore, the fact that two of us got inside a dungeon and came out after overthrowing the owner was quietly buried, and the cause of my sickness was attributed to overwork, which greatly reduced my work.

Taking this opportunity, I decided to spend less time learning to cook and make tea, because I had learned enough.

It seems that alchemy is the best fit for me rather than cooking and tea ceremony. At the place where Dad, Peisha, and Isela gathered, I made a cautious remark about my choices.

Daddy's face was red from emotion but he made a serious face not to show that he was in a good mood. Chef Peisha and Maid Isela showed a sign that they wouldn't give up on me, saying that there was still time.

To be honest, before speaking, I was a little worried that both would be disappointed in me, but it was quite the twist.

They seemed to be the type that burns more brightly over things that are not easily obtainable.

But my intentions were clear. Because selling healing potions for adventurers makes the most money. In order to survive in this rough world, ability alone was not enough. I had to have money, too.

At this point, it would be good to re-read the original work to organize the dungeons frequented by adventurers and the strategy information for each dungeon.

'Oh, come to think of it.'

Speaking of dungeons, I also had to make a decision about the disposition of the dungeon that belonged to me.

The fate of the dungeon where the owner was subjugated is largely separated into two choices.

The first is to keep it open to adventurers. The difficulty of dungeons without an owner is significantly lowered, and valuable new material resources such as beasts and by-products of monsters, special plants, and minerals can be obtained within the dungeon, so many dungeons usually take this route.

The second is closing, as in, closing and destroying it. This decision is made when there are no valuable resources or the dungeon is too dangerous.

I had to say that the dungeon I dealt with this time met this condition.

It is a cemetery with only common bone-type monsters and no special plants or minerals, after it was swept away with divine power, now it has become a wasteland with no value.

In addition, the location is not good because it has a parasitic status in someone else's house, which should be a safe area.

So, if you think simply, it's right to close it. But...

It was my first land, and I felt a little bit sad.

I decided to pause the disposition for a while and talked to Bianca.

"It puts a lot of strain on your body to use that power, right? You were fine just before passing out."

"Yes."

"It's best to hide and not use your power as much as possible."

"Come to think of it, I think Bia must have been in trouble because I collapsed in the dungeon at that time. You had a hard time bringing me to the exit, didn't you?"

It was when I felt sorry to think that young Bianca had arduously carried me around.

"No. I was fine because I got help."

"Help?"

"Yes. The skeleton demons helped move you."

"What?"

It's an amazing new fact. Were there any surviving skeletons? Besides, they helped us?

"Really. I asked them to help me instead of just looking at me, so they did."

It was easy to imagine that it would have been a dignified command in line with the Count's successor.

On the contrary, I was convinced.

"Hm, they were deep underground, so they seem to have survived, but they seem to have a habit of obeying orders because they are a corps of slaves used by Ardiman... Oh, yes! That's right!"

"Eli?"

A thought suddenly popped into my mind.

I immediately took out the passive skill book I received as a dungeon subjugation reward.

[Skill 'Notoriety that resonates in the underworld (Passive)'brThe undead who sees you falls into 'fear' abnormal status.

Note: The weaker the undead, the better.]

'Evil reputation! Gives Fear! Good!'

My eyes shone with that piece of information, I opened a cash shop dedicated to the transmigrators and paid for familiar products.

[System I purchased the 'Exchange Package (Non Combat)'.]

[System Selected 'Druid-like Farmer Hands' to awaken cultivation Lv.1]

The healing potion business was in need of a constant supply of medicinal herbs. I smiled with joy.

"Ufufu."

"Eli...?"

I grabbed Bianca's hand, which had a suspicious look in her eyes.

"Bia, get up! I have a place to go!"

Skull Soldier No. 1004, that was the name given to him.

Of course, it wasn't like that from the beginning.

However, like his bones and joints that wear out over time, the name in the memory was worn out and forgotten, so, only the number remains.

It was when the place name Gillete was not yet engraved on the map of the continent.

Skull Soldier No. 1004 went on a training trip according to the long tradition of the family.

He traveled all over the continent to sincerely complete his various missions, and now there was only one thing left to do, that is the return to his castle and succeed the family.

So, while rushing to return, he passed by the vicinity of the present-day Gillette estate ...

- Prince, avoid!

- Ugh!

A dungeon burst occurred on the way, and they fell into an A-class dungeon.

- Kuhahahaha, welcome!

Shortly after being warmly welcomed by the necromancer Ardiman, he and his party became Skull Soldiers 1004, 1005, 1006, and 1007.

It was then that the cruel life as a slave of the demons began.

Hard shoveling work to expand the cemetery was basic duty, and on days of watch duty, he had to stand guard to see if adventurers invaded or not. On days of subjugation, they had to be beaten at the forefront as Ardiman's skeleton shield.

He couldn't even count how many times the bones of his body were divided into tens or hundreds of pieces and repeatedly attached back.

'Ah, I can't do this anymore! Someone, please save me!'

Clattering!

His inner scream only resounded as a sad boney-friction-like sound.

One day while longing for the end of his hellish slavery, Ardiman was finally subjugated. Skull Soldier No. 1004 was moved by the thought that he could finally face the Rest of Death.

'Even though there are no graves to lay down the body nor a tombstone with names engraved on it, but still, this is finally...'

But then.

"From now on, I will turn this land into an herb garden. Therefore, from here to there, should be completely cleared out. Start!"

Rattle rattleting...

It seems that a wicked farmer has been appointed as the new owner of the dungeon.

"What are you doing? Let's end this quickly, okay?"

Crackling!

Even though the farmer was talking normally, a strong sense of intimidation came out. For some reason, it felt more frightening than Ardmina, an evil demon.

Fear stimulated the spirit of servitude imprinted in the bones. Skull soldiers, no, Skull serfs began to move diligently.

It was hard work that was no different from before.

After clearing the wasteland from the eastern horizon to the western horizon, it was necessary to dig a huge well in search of water veins.

It felt like my backbone was about to break with the non-stop shoveling and pickaxing.

'Prince, don't overdo it! We can do this!'

'Oh, no. I'm fine...'

"You there. Don't cheat and work as you should."

With just a little criticism, the Skull serfs were astonished as if they had been whipped. While the wicked farmer mixed up the seedlings and fertilizes them, she hinted.

"Not just one or two adventurers were killed, right? Work hard with the mindset of atonement."

At that, Skull Serf No. 1004 grabbed the pickaxe.

That was correct. It was inevitable because he became part of Ardiman's enslaved Skull soldiers, but it was true that his white hands were stained with the blood of adventurers.

'After all, it was a luxury to receive rest without atonement.'

His pickaxe quickly dug the well.

On the lead of Skull Serf No. 1004, his men and three other surviving skeletons worked hard.

After a long time, a well was finally built.

"Great job. Now, for the final job, dig seven places here. We have to build a grave."

Crackling?

I wondered if there were any corpses to bury, but the farmer indifferently said.

"You guys can go to the grave and rest. Since there are seven people, we should dig that much."

'Really?'

The Sull serfs were delighted.

It was always overcrowded, so everyone slept with at let's five others in one tomb, but the wicked farmer guaranteed a comfortable living environment!

It's a universal law, that when a tyrant does something good, it has double the effect of looking nice.

They expressed their emotions with their intense clatter, but it wasn't over yet.

"If you keep working hard, I will erect a monument and sometimes give you flowers. You too must have been human once."

'...!'

For a moment, the Skull serfs forgot to rattle and crack their bones.

A tombstone with their names on it. That was the only wish they had after becoming skeletons.

No. 1004's skeleton hand swept through his two black eye holes. For some reason, I felt as if tears were flowing out of his empty eyelids.

3 weeks have passed.

In the meantime, the administrative gods of the Transmigration Bureau have hardly appeared. They said there was a system update coming soon, and everyone seems to be busy with that.

It's been a month and a half since I transmigrated. I was still faithful to the tutorial and living a daily life that sucked in experience points.

In accordance with the plan to have financial resources as well as ability, I was investing intensively in alchemist.

Alchemy has reached Lv.7 and I have learned 'Significantly Increase Alchemy Efficacy Lv.4 (Passive)'.

When my father checked the effect of the healing potions I made, he was very surprised.

"Unbelievable. It has the same efficacy as the healing potion I made when I was ten years old!"

I was surprised by that too.

I was someone receiving help from a support system, including the blessings for high-speed growth, but my father did his with pure talent.

After all, my father was from the Golden Ivory Tower, where only genius alchemists gather.

Now, if we were to judge the level of my father's ability, it was speculated that he would have to exceed level 20.

Tap, Tap!

A drop of water fell into the flask containing the potion. When I turned around, my father suddenly had tears in his eyes.

"D-Dad? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Were you so moved by my potion?

...Of course, I didn't think it was such a big thing.

"I'm sorry, Eli. You have to go to the Golden Ivory Tower to make your talents blossom... This dad is..."

"Ah..."

Dad has a sad past.

He was a promising talent in the Golden Ivory Tower, but he was unfairly kicked out of the eyes of an elder alchemist.

The elder alchemist was also my dad's teacher, and it was a terrible relationship right from the beginning when he started as an apprentice.

This is because, having recognized his brilliant talent, the Master made him in a disciple to exploit the results of his research.

It can be said that this is the long-standing evil inside the apprenticeship system.

Another senior alchemist who recognized Dad as a rival replicated the Master's shameless criminal behavior.

But waiting at the end of his troubles was not the satisfaction of payback, but a large sweet potato of angst.

The quick-witted Master framed Dad and made him permanently expelled from the tower.

A powerless and helpless commoner young alchemist was a very convenient sacrifice for concealing the truth.

'Shesh, I guess a good and innocent person has no choice but to eat sweet potatoes.'

In my industry, incompetent people were bound to be good at politics, and so was the unscrupulous Master.

As long as that bad guy is serving as an Elder Alchemist, the entry of our Rodellaine family into the Golden Ivory Tower was blocked.

"Because of this dad... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Eli."

The guilt of being a stumbling block to his daughter's future made Dad even sadder. I put my little hand on my Dad's big one.

"Dad, it's okay. It is enough for me to learn from my Dad."

There is also help from the system. Besides, I have neither the intention nor the time to dig deep into alchemy.

"So, don't be upset. I wasn't interested in anything like the Golden Ivory Tower. I have to go away from my dad and brother, so why am I going to such a place?"

"Eli...!"

Dad burst into tears and hugged me.

Hold on, why are you crying when I comforted you?

He calmed down while I was squirming around because it was awkward to be held in his arms.

"I'll teach you alchemy to the best of your ability."

"Thank you. So, shall we start class soon?"

"Yes, my child is also sincere. Let's keep working hard. At this rate, it seems that sooner or later you will reach the level of creating your own recipes."

"Yes!"

Until then, I had no idea that I was planning to make money by simply selling effective mass-production potions. Because there was no way for me to foresee at this point that this ability would create synergy with other fields I learned.

After alchemy class, I decided to tour the farm dungeon with Bianca.

The time in the dungeons often passed faster than the time in reality. The dungeon I subjugated was the same, so the ratio of real-time to dungeon time was 1:3.

Therefore, three weeks have passed since the field was cleared and the seedlings were planted, but the dungeon was 9 weeks old.

Even after two months were full, the dungeon farm has changed a lot as the remaining time has passed.

"It's prettier than when we came before."

As Bianca said.

The wide field was plowed neatly in rows, and various medicinal herbs boasted green freshness.

A brook flowing from the reservoir rippled around the field, and on one side there was a poor but well-made pergola and bench set.

The tombs of the seven Skull serfs were beautiful, had thick convex outlines, and were neatly finished with stones of unknown origin. It was all the work of the skeletons.

The skeletons seemed to feel quite attached to the farm dungeon.

They worked hard to take care of the herbs, and every time a new leaf appeared or a flower bloomed, everyone gathered nearby and rattled their jaws.

They also took care of the landscaping from time to time and paid special attention to their graves. Even now, there were some who planted moss mounds, flowers buds and were delighted with decorating carved stones around them.

"Guys, I'm here."

Katcha!

The skeletons all stopped working all at once and looked at Bianca.

They rushed out, stood in a line, and greeted each other with the sound of intense bone friction.

Because of the passive effect of the 'Notoriety that resonates in the underworld', discipline was well established.

"Your teeth are going to be damaged. That's enough."

Crackling!

I and Bianca went to the shabby wooden pergola and sat down. Then, the roundest and prettiest skull among the skeletons served tea made with herbal leaves.

The skeleton watched over Bianca as she gracefully lifted up her teacup and sipped.

Bianca glanced back at it and the skeleton jaw moved a little.

Crackling...?

"Is it delicious?"

Clatter.

"Yes. It's great."

I don't know why, but Bianca communicated well with the skeletons.

The skeleton was very fond of Bianca's favorable reviews and bowed politely.

I've been thinking about this for a while, but this pretty skull guy had a subtly elegant in his behavior.

Perhaps he had a precious status in his lifetime.

When I told them to go to work, the skeletons went back to their respective jobs. Water the fields, dry herbs, build fences, decorate graves...

It was a quiet landscape of a peaceful skull village.

"At first, I was a little worried if Eli's plan would go well, but it turned out to be such a wonderful farm."

"Thanks to the skeletons for their hard work. I have already harvested two kinds of herbs."

In the shade of the pergola were baskets of harvested medicinal herbs.

Namibi and Little Gem, whose leaves were plump like fruits, are the main ingredients for healing potions.

"I'll have to take it to my Dad and ask him to check the quality."

I put a basket of herbs in the satchel I was carrying. Bianca was surprised to see the basket, much larger than the bag, disappearing as if sucked in.

"How did you do it?"

"Ah, this. It's an item called a Tomb Raider's treasure bag that I got after defeating Ardiman the other day."

[Item Tomb Raider's treasure bag

Inventory. A subspace of about 50m³ that can be used as a : Live people and animals cannot be included.]

When I explained it as it is, Bianca immediately used the power of application in her head and suggested it.

"If you put things in the subspace, you won't feel the weight, will you?"

"Yes."

"Great. With that, we can move the tombstones of the skeletons."

The skulls raised their heads at the word tombstone. It was probably not only in my head that makes their empty eyeholes feel somewhat sparkling.

I made an announcement while everyone was paying attention.

"Okay, guys. I'm going to place an order for the tombstone, so let me know what shape you want, name, date of birth, date of death, epitaph... Why are you getting so solemn all of a sudden?"

I stopped talking because it was suspicious that I couldn't hear the usual silly rattle. Bianca, who had excellent communication skills, explained.

"Maybe they don't remember."

"Ah, I see."

Their brain must have been rotten for a long time... Well, sounds like a bad insult.

The skeletons nodded their heads violently.

"All right, you have been waiting long enough. Then, just pick an epitaph. I'll give you a name. Are you fine with this?"

It seemed to be a positive reaction, seeing that they were dancing with a shovel. After the headstone problem was settled, Bianca brought up another topic.

"Looking at the speed at which things are progressing, I will have to set up a commercial guild to distribute potions soon. Leave it to me."

"What? You are going to make it yourself without bidding from an existing guild?"

"Seeing the merchants that do business with the Count, I think it would be better for me to do it."

Indeed, even Dad had many problems with the herbal medicine store, so he was often called out. This is a convincing point.

"And I think it would be good to build a network to get information at this point."

She's such a capable Young Lady, I'm so touched.

"I'm glad Bia is helping me. Thank you so much."

"What..."

Bianca first told me of her plans to find stores in the Gillette estate and deliver to them on a trial basis.

From what I heard, it seemed like all I had to do was make potions.

While discussing the issue of material supply and demand, the story shifted towards the merits of the dungeon farm. Bianca said with a renewed admiration.

"I think it's amazing that time passes quickly by making a farm in a dungeon, so you can harvest quickly. The soil is fertile, and herbs seem to grow well."

"I know. I really like the soil. How is it that the whole land is so shiny?"

"Well, it used to be a cemetery, right?"

"Huh? Ah, the corpses turned into manure and became fertile."

"..."

"..."

At the same time, we were drinking tea brewed with medicinal herbs grown here and it felt a little awkward.

"Well, what about it? There are always going to be a few dead things on farms, right Eli."

"Yes, Bia. Besides, I think the last corpse was buried in this dungeon over a hundred years ago, now it's already like complete soil."

We decided to change the subject after we had rationalized our feelings.

"The time in the dungeon goes by quickly, so there are downsides too. I have to look around often."

Skeletons do the hard work, but I had to get my hands on the technical part.

Even if we visit once a day, it was a little cumbersome as you would only visit once every three days in dungeon time.

Although the skeletons were learning hard, they were still immature, so to leave all farm work to them was not very reliable.

'It would have been better if I had a skeleton who was a farmer before he died.'

It was time to sigh in regret. The first system message appeared after a while.

[System From now on, maintenance for the update of the 'Transmigrator Support System' is in progress.]

Oh, it's today.

As soon as the countdown ended, the update started immediately and was over in less than 5 minutes.

"Bia, wait a minute."

I pretended to write something in my notebook and checked the update history.

[Notice 'Integrated Library Update'

The integrated library has been upgraded, and from now on, it is possible to store books read or purchased after transmigrating.]

'God is the best!'

My previous suggestions were immediately reflected and my desire to read the rest of the notice flared up.

Other than that, it was all new product updates, and the product in the first line caught my eye.

[Product 'Genre Change Ticket']

'Hold on, is this!'

Is it time to realize my dream of child-rearing ropan?

However, that dream was immediately thwarted in the product description that followed.

[Product 'Genre Change Ticket'

The ultimate product that can change the genre of the Transmigrated work.

Note: However, the changed genre is random among fantasy, romance, 19+ romance, GL/BL, : 10,000,000,000 Cash]

What? Ten billion? And the result is random?

Although it was said to be a free public project, the pursuit of profit was so harsh that it was considered a mockery of consumers.

'Seems like they don't anyone to buy it.'

I looked around and found some surprisingly good products.

[Product 'Shared Growth Package (1 per week limited sale)

It is a product consisting of 'Exchange Package' and 'Blessings of Rapid Growth' and can be gifted to others. However, the recipient of the gift must be a newbie with sufficient potential in the field but less than 1 year of experience.

Note: An icon is displayed above the head of a subject that satisfies the condition.]

'A package gift? This is pretty good, isn't it?'

Isn't this the same as opening the way for the awakening of Aura, Magic, and Holy Power?

I raised my head and looked ahead.

"Eli?"

Bianca tilted her head at my intense gaze, but I dropped my shoulders.

'Wow, it looks like the basic potential required is quite high.'

Nothing floated above Bianca's head. If it was Bianca, the cash would not be wasted, but it was a pity. In fact, most of the former packages were combat and labor-related abilities, but Bianca was a brainy type rather than a physical one.

"Yes, Bia. You are perfect the way you are now. It's okay because you're going to be a great Head of the House."

"...Why all of a sudden?"

It was all of a sudden, but Bianca smiled softly as if she couldn't help but like it.

'Huh?'

At that time, a light blue icon came into my eyes from an unexpected direction. The target was...

[Target 'Skeleton Serf No. 1004

There is potential for cultivation. If raised well, will it become the embodiment of a druid and cause a revolution in the agricultural world of Serentra. The future of the serfs depends on your choice!

Use 3,000,000 cash?.]

It was the skull beauty who brewed tea.

'No. 1004? Is the number its name?'

Leaving pity behind my mind, I gestured to him.

"Hey, come here kid."

Cra...ckle?

"Yes, you. Don't be shy."

In front of the timid skull-beauty, I thought deeply. Is it really worth spending 3 million cash?

The answer came quickly.

'Choose a gift!'

[System Skull Serf No. 1004 is gifted 'Exchange Package (Non-Combat) - 'Druid-like Farmer Hands' and 'Blessings of Rapid Growth'.]

[System Skeleton Serf No. 1004 awakens Cultivation Lv.1.]

[System 'Rapid Growth' is applied to Skeleton Serf 1004 to double the proficiency.]

For a moment, the skull-beauty stood upright as if struck by lightning.

"You know what to do, right?"

Rattle! Rattle! Rattle! Rattle!

With a strong nod, he ran out and started making herb seedlings, which was originally my work.

Bianca blinked her rabbit-like eyes.

"He's suddenly doing a good job."

"I guess it's good that you erected the monument."

With this, the dungeon farm will roll on its own. From now on, I can come only when I want to come, and even if I come, I don't have to put dirt on my hands.

In addition, the skulls, including the skull beauty, obey me due to the notoriety effect, and they are fundamentally beings who cannot escape from within the dungeon. There was no fear of my 3 million cash investment fleeing.

"Bia, have you finished your tea? Let's go now."

"What are you going to do now? Do you want to go to the library?"

"Good idea!"

My lovely Bia, how do you know I want to check the integrated library update?

After we got out of the dungeon, we spent a lot of time in the library.

The upgraded integrated library function was the best. All the contents of the book were stored in the library just by turning the pages slowly without having to read it.

'There is no better scan function than this.'

Even though books are precious in this setting, isn't it easy to build a great library in my head?

I can read anytime, so I'll have to focus on scanning whenever Bianca takes me to the library.

I picked up a book for camouflage and walked out of the library with it in my arms. We walked down the hallway on the second floor to return to Bianca's room.

My gaze was drawn through the windowpane where the warm afternoon sun was shining. I turned my head and stood still with my eyes wide open.

"That's..."

"What's the matter, Eli? ...Ah, it looks like Brother Romdio, is taking swordsmanship lessons. It's kind of ugly, right? What kind of training would you call that?"

"Oh, well, that's true, but..."

There was something else that caught my attention.

A shiny light blue inverted triangle icon, and the message that pops up next to it...

[Target '?'

Has swordsmanship potential to awaken the Aura. Their future as a swordmaster who is admired by the continent depends on your decision. Success guaranteed investment is only 11 million cash!

Price 11,000,000 cashbrGive a gift?.]

A future swordmaster was nearby.

"Khehehe! Die! Ya! Ya!"

"Yo-Young Master! Whoa!"

It was after the change of teachers that Count Gillette's crazy fool, Romdio, began to become interested in swordsmanship.

The new teacher put forward a practical training policy. Thanks to this, Romdio took up his wooden sword and indiscriminately slashed his servants.

He was in the middle of 'training', beating and knocking everyone.

The feeling of defeating those in a line one by one was as if he had already become the strongest knight on the continent.

"Heh heh heh! This is my sword! Come taste some!"

"Oh, Y-Young Master! Help me! Oh, ouch, oh, argh!"

"This little brat, you are not worth either! Next come, next!"

"Hiing, it's finally over..."

The young servants did their best to pretend to be dying, got up, and ran away.

He gave wooden swords to the boys under the pretext of a training party, but how dare a servant raise the sword and attack a young noble.

They just realistically played the loser, raised the spirits of the young master, and quickly finished their turn.

Romdio gasped and looked for something to drink. Instead of water, all kinds of potions were placed on a simple table.

"Gup, gup, puha, aah!"

Romdio wanted to relieve stress again.

"Next... what, is it you?"

"Yo-Young Master. I look forward to your kind cooperation."

Frintz Rodellaine. The moment he saw the timid pink-haired pretty boy, Romdio's wooden sword gained strength.

Romdio has long been unhappy with Frintz.

He was always been beaten, but he was smarter and better-looking than himself. Even the name was Frintz! It seemed more luxurious than his, the Count's heir.

"Take that!"

"Yo-Young Master! Oh!"

Romdio, full of malice, swung his wooden sword with all his might. But Frintz instinctively avoided it.

Kwajik!

It was immediately after drinking the potion, so the destructive power was enormous.

'Ha, if he gets hit by something like that, he'll be in big trouble!'

The plan to hit moderately as he did for other servants was withdrawn. However, since Frintz could not attack, he only passively blocked or avoided it.

Romdio, who was angry, swung his wooden sword more menacingly, without even thinking about his weak arm muscles.

The servants who were watching swallowed dry saliva. The responsible, the new teacher, should stop it there, but he was neglecting his duty and doing something else.

Romdio got more irritated as he groaned.

"You bastard! You only know how to avoid it!"

"What? That, but, I can't attack the Young Master..."

"Hey! Who told you to attack me? Get hit! Why aren't you getting hit? It's going to end when you get hit!"

Judging by the murdering light in his eyes, Frintz thought that if he got hit, he might die.

"This bastard...that's your true nature. Is it not?"

"Yo-Young Master."

At that moment, Romdio's meanness shone.

"Hey! Your little sister over there on the railing!"

"What? Where...!"

"Kihehehe! Got you!"

"Ugh!"

Puck puck! Whoops! Puck puck peck!

In the face of low-level schemes, innocent Frintz collapsed.

Once he started to get hit, the vicious cycle of being paralyzed by pain and not being able to avoid it was repeated.

"Uh, uh...!"

Despite being beaten at random, Frintz held onto his sword and did not let go. The servants were restless and tried to get the teacher's attention. But the master was still not interested.

Instead, another person appeared.

"Kihihihi! Die! Die! Die...!"

"What rude behavior is this, brother!"

"Gasp! Bi-Bianca!"

His wooden sword, which slid from Romdio's hand flew off and was nailed to the ground.

Right next to Ellet's foot. She carefully placed her hand on Frintz, who was barely breathing with his back curled up.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"...Oh, Eli?"

"I'm sorry I'm late."

"..."

He was about to ask why she was sorry, but Frintz missed the timing as he was startled by his little sister's voice that seemed to hold back her tearful heart.

Around that time, Bianca defended the Rodellaine siblings and faced Romdio together with his swordsmanship master.

"How long are you going to act like a child that knows nothing but being senseless?"

"W-What I did wrong!? This is swordsmanship training!"

"Training? Then let's talk with the new swordsmanship master. Is it your educational policy to force the servants in here to suffer violence unilaterally when the hierarchy is already clear?"

"Ah, Young Lady. Th-This is... to give the young master an interest in swordsmanship...!"

"It is better not to be interested in swordsmanship that harms people. I will tell my mother about this."

"Hey, Bianca!"

"Ah, Miss!"

Romdio and his swordsmanship teacher grabbed the hem of Bianca's dress.

"Eli, first take Frintz and treat him."

"Yes, miss...Brother, can you walk?"

"Uh huh."

Frintz's legs trembled but somehow moved. Ellet glared fiercely at Romdio as she passed by him helping Frintz. Romdio, who met her eyes, panicked and then roared.

"Wh-what! It was a fair match! What did I do wrong?!"

"..."

"Hey, why did you just leave without saying a word! Hey! Sheeesh, I was going to make you my subordinate, but it's cancelled!"

Ellet ignored his bullshit and walked away from the place with Frintz.

I was angry. It was a level of violence that went beyond what could be called a children's fight.

As expected, a crazy fool was a harm to society.

"Ah, Eli."

"What?"

"I, I think I can walk on my own now. I'm very strong, so it doesn't hurt that much... Ouch."

"Let's just walk like this, brother."

"Yes..."

"..."

"A-aren't you mad at me?"

"What?"

"You have been quiet for a while..."

"... I'm not mad at you."

So don't bother talking because I think I'm going to cry again while answering.

I supported and took Frintz to Dad's lab. It was closer, and the alchemist was considered a healthcare professional no less than any other doctor.

But.

'Where are you going when brother's sick!'

I later found out that my Dad was working outside because the Count's incompetent herbal shop caused another problem.

"Isn't Dad there? I'm glad I didn't have to worry him. Hehe."

"..."

Seeing him smiling brightly with an injured face made my stomach boil.

"Wait a minute."

I immediately started the alchemy on a fury trance. It was not enough to prescribe an effective ointment for Frintz with a completely bruised body.

There were also herbs harvested from the dungeon farm, so materials for the potion were sufficient.

"Are you making medicine? I don't like it because it's bitter..."

"Take medicine and get well soon. Let's not complain, brother."

"Yes..."

With my skills, I can make a regular healing potion as simply as boiling ramen. The flask was filled with liquid at the end of stir-frying, steaming, and squeezing the ingredients without sparing any.

[System 'Highly concentrated healing potion bitter enough to paralyze the tongue' has been completed.]

Refining with too many ingredients had a slight adverse effect.

[System Congratulations! Awaken Alchemy Lv.8 by achieving the proficiency required for leveling up. Level up ' Significantly Increase in Alchemy Effect Lv.5 (Passive)', 'Creative Inspiration Lv.1 (Passive)']

In the meantime, I even leveled up.

Creative inspiration? What else is this?

'I'll have to feed him the potion first and then take a look at it slowly... No, wait a minute.'

Suddenly, the candy glass bottle on Dad's desk caught my eye.

I wanted to make him drink after taking some measures instead of just giving the potion to Frintz, who can't eat bitter things.

I took out a few candies at an idea that came to my mind in the spur of the moment, and also brought dried herbs that were like weeds rolling around in the lab.

The potion was mixed with the purple liquid made by repeatedly distilling in a bath.

Pop!

"Eli! Are you okay?!"

"Cough, cough, it's okay. More than that, it's complete."

"Hey, is this medicine? I-It looks a little strange..."

"It's the result of my hard work, so don't hesitate to drink."

"Awgh!"

The spout of the flask and the weeping Frintz lips touched. I could see that he was holding his breath and chugging it down on one shot for fear of the bitter taste.

However, by the time the potion was half-swallowed, the situation changed.

"Huh? This is delicious!"

"Really?"

"Yes! It tastes like grapes! It's like juice!"

The original function of the potion was also excellent, as the bruises and swelling disappeared and the wound healed

"Wow, this is a delicious potion, if you sell it, it will sell very well!"

"Really? With this, I can pay for brother's military academy tuition."

"What?"

I grabbed Frintz's hand as he tilted his head.

"Brother, while I was making potions, I thought about it."

"Uh, huh?"

"I think revenge should be done on your own."

"...Revenge?"

Frintz glanced at me, startled at the bleak words.

But I wasn't looking at his face. More precisely, I was looking at the inverted triangle icon floating above Frintz's head.

[Grand Prize 'Frintz Rodellaine'

Has swordsmanship potential to awaken the Aura. Their future as a swordmaster who is admired by the continent depends on your decision. Success guaranteed investment is only 11 million cash!

Price 11,000,000 cashbrGive a gift?.]

There was nothing to worry about.

'Gift!'

As soon as I selected it, a message that only I could see appeared.

[System Presents Frintz Rodellaine's job change package (combat) - 'Aura Master Energy' and 'Blessing of Rapid Growth'.]

[System Aura is a power that can only be awakened by forging the body like steel and mastering at least one kind of weaponry. To help awaken, the 'Aura Master Energy' product there are three categories to be filled: 'Aura Awakening Quest', 'Physical Training', and 'Weapon Training'.]

The method was quite different from the divine power quest I received. Unlike magic and divine power, which is the first step in awakening abilities, Aura was close to the last step of swordsmanship, so it was natural.

[System Frintz Rodellaine gains 'Rigid Body Lv.1' through physical training.]

[System Frintz Rodellaine gains 'Basic Wood Swordsmanship Lv.1' by 'Weapon Training'. If you change the main weapon, the weapon skill changes automatically.]

[System A conditional quest for awakening the Aura was given to Frintz Rodellaine.]

[Quest To become an Aura Master, you must first become a Sword Master!

Reach Rigid Body Lv.50 (1/50)brAchieve weapon skill Lv.50 (1/50)

- The currently registered primary weapon is 'Wood Sword', and the secondary weapon is 'None'.]

[System The 'Blessing of Rapid Growth' is applied to Frintz Rodellaine. Mastery is doubled.]

"Huh?"

Frintz's shoulders stood stiff.

There was no obvious change in his outward appearance, but it seemed that he felt something.

"I have invested 11 million cash, so you have to work hard."

"What?"

"Don't get hit."

"Uh-ah, yes."

After finishing my request, I jumped up.

"Eli, where are you going?"

"I had a sudden inspiration for alchemy, so I need to go cook."

"Huh? Did inspiration come to alchemy? But what are you going to cook?"

"This time, I thought of pasta-flavored and steak-flavored recipes in order to make my energy-recovery potions delicious. I have to go make it now before the inspiration leaves!"

"Oh, it will be delicious."

"Take a break. I'll let brother taste it when it's finished."

"Oh, no. I'll have to go back to the young master. Do you think the swordsmanship class is over already? I want to grab the wooden sword again..."

Seeing that he was secretly motivated, it didn't look like 11 million cash would be blown into the air.

"See you later, brother."

"Yes, Eli."

It was a week after Romdio beat Frintz almost to death in the name of training. Something had changed since that day. It was Romdio who felt it most clearly with his body.

"Hey, this punk! Ha-Ha-! Why are you getting better and better at dodging? Ha-Ha-!"

"Uh, I think I'm the same... Maybe the young master is tired?"

"Damn it! Don't talk back to me in a relaxed tone! Ha-Ha-!"

The swordsmanship teacher decided to stick to the educational policy but with the condition of strengthening safety measures. The wooden sword battles were carried out continuously.

However, Romdio could not be drunk on the illusion of being the strongest knight on the continent as before.

It was because, somehow, the teacher always pointed only to Frintz as his opponent.

Romdio, full of anger, rushed to Frintz and slashed his wooden sword vertically.

As before, Frintz raised his wooden sword lightly and tried to defend himself, and as a result.

Whoops!

A wooden sword flew out of Romdio's hand, and the pain in his wrist exploded.

"Aww!"

"Yo-Young Master!"

"You, you bastard, me, you dare attack me? Uh, how! How can you...!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't attack you, but I didn't expect the sword to bounce off by itself..."

"What, you punk! What are you saying that now?!"

Romdio's was about to explode when he heard that Frintz just blocked it but it became a counterattack as a result.

However, there was not a single lie in Frintz's words.

In fact, a message that no one could see came up a while ago.

[System Congratulations! Achieved Rigid Body Lv.5. Now, clumsy attacks are automatically counterattacked.]

[System Congratulations! You have achieved Wood Swordsmanship Lv.4. Now, you can knock down the Count's asshole like dirty laundry.]

'Is it just me? I feel like something has changed in my body.'

Even Frintz could feel it slowly.

"Okay, that's it for today!"

The swordsman teacher with short golden hair and a catfish mustache approached and kindly pointed out today's lesson.

However, the target was not Romdio.

"Well, young Frintz! You are really improving day by day! I just want you to focus on bending your knees slightly and using your arms rather than your wrists and neck when blocking an attack!"

"Thanks for the advice, Viscount."

"Fufu, I'm the one grateful for. Watching young Frintz grow is my pleasure these days!"

Romdio roared at the heartwarming sight.

"Hey, Viscount Carmel! Whose teacher are you?"

"Haha, I'm sorry, Young Master. I can't stop looking at a good student who may become a genius of the century and has a good attitude in class."

The swordsmanship teacher, Viscount Carmel, treated Frintz with kindness, not like the person who had aided in the previous beatings.

In fact, he had his own excuses.

At that time, he was filled with dissatisfaction as he was forced to take on the education of Romdio Gillette, an inferior student that everyone avoided. Moreover, that was just because he was a vassal of the family.

As a result of neglecting it to be done as it should be, something happened.

However, thanks to the discovery of a pearl in the mud of the following incident, the soul of a real teacher was now on fire.

'I could raise an Aura knight in here! '

As much as he was sorry, Viscount Carmel wanted to do better for Frintz. He whispered to Frintz so that Romdio couldn't hear him.

"Young Frintz, if you get stuck while practicing, you are welcome to come by anytime. My residence is on the 3rd floor of the West Annex. You know?"

"Viscount, how could I, a servant..."

"Ah, you're so cold-hearted. When it's just the two of you, you can call me Master."

With such a talented student, he had to form a priestly bond and get close before another sneaky fellow could take him.

Frintz responded politely, blushing the tip of his ears to the kindness pouring out towards him.

"T-T-thank you for your words."

"Ho-Ho, it's not empty words."

Since his young days, Viscount Carmel has been doing well.

A time when Gillette made a name for itself as a master swordsman. Viscount Carmel, who was an elite member of the 1st Army of the former Dungeon subjugation unit belonging to County, was famous as a young genius swordsman.

Wouldn't it be a great honor to be taught by such a person?

'Can I be a knight too?'

Frintz pictured himself being appointed as a knight at the Knights Academy, a famous public institution on the continent and took an oath of the sword by himself.

For some reason, he felt like he had a dream in his hands.

"Eli!"

"Are you here, brother?"

I ground a piece of steak until it became mochi, and greeted him brightly. These days, I was focusing on making herbal medicines.

The process of applying food flavors such as steak, pasta, smoked salmon, and blueberry muffins to the highly concentrated potions went smoothly.

The first tasting of the experiment was always done by Frintz.

Just like taking all kinds of elixirs to increase strength in martial arts, alchemy supplements were essential in this world.

Even the untalented Count's crazy fool drank potions as a substitute for water, there's no way she will let Frintz drink nothing.

'Thanks to the dungeon farm, herbs were also supplied in big quantitates, so it was good.'

For reference, I also drank the herbal medicine whose taste was verified by Frintz test-tasting. I need to take care of myself too, ahem.

Today, I presented an experimental piece to him. Frintz reaction as he drank it was as good as usual.

"Wow, this is so delicious!"

"Really?"

It tastes like tuna kimbap. This is quite a surprise, seems like Korean food is quite acceptable to people in this world.

I waited for his cheeks, which had swollen like a squirrel, to subside, and then slid out the pills that I had kept aside.

"Brother, would you like to try this too?"

"Yes!"

Frintz took it, defenselessly ate it and at the moment he took a bite.

"Woah, woo, gulsp!"

He threw up.

"...Huh, is it that bad?"

"Ugh! So-sorry, Eli! You made it and I...! I'm really sorry. Sorry...!"

"Successful."

"...What?"

I laughed wickedly.

"Whoa, whoops, I made it to give you that jerk. I especially made it with sparrow dung flavor! It's such a huge success that you can vomit in just one bite!"

"..."

"Brother?"

When I turned around, Frintz had eyes full of resentment.

"You're so mean to feed me that."

"Ah, brother. Are you upset? But it's good for the body."

"..."

"Brother? Are you there, brother?"

"..."

Frintz sat back and turned away from me.

Oh, my. I guess he's upset.

"I was just joking around. Are you mad, brother?"

"..."

"Brother."

"..."

It seemed that an apology required not only sincerity but also honesty.

"Ah, I'll give you half of my chocolate milk for the next week! Don't be angry! Huh?"

"...What?"

Then Frintz glanced at me. The eyes that widened as if surprised were very uncomfortable.

I flinched. I was impatient, so I did what I did to my brother when I was young, but I guess I thought it was suspicious because I was doing something that I had originally never done.

There was nothing good about being observed so I pretended to be casual.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Uh, um, that's... I just felt like something came to mind."

"...Huh?"

The answer to the question posed to escape the situation was strange.

"No, nothing."

Since Frintz glossed over it first, I decided not to dig in any further.

"Are you still angry?"

"I was never angry from the beginning. I was joking too."

I was relieved by that bright smile. Minor incidents were quickly forgotten, and Frintz and I started chattering losing track of the time.

At that time, the Countess of Gillette, Sandra Gillette, trembled all over while holding the letter bearing sad news.

The Count, who noticed this, carefully placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Wife, it's okay..."

"It's not okay!"

The Countess cried out in a weeping voice.

"Oh, no! What should I do, honey? I can't believe that mother-in-law is coming all of a sudden! After turning to religion, she had no interest in family affairs.

"That, well, I also don't know why wife."

"Maybe it's because of the succession issue? Ah! Then I'm sure she'll be asking me how I raised my kids!"

"Come on, wife. It went too far. My mother is not like that..."

"Are you going to take your mom's side in front of me?!"

The Countess was shaking with tension at the announcement of Cattleya Gillette's visit, the terrifying and stern matron of the family.

The Vatican.

A sanctuary in which the pope, the ruler of the Church, resides, and the supreme political body responsible for the legislative, administrative, and judicial affairs of the Holy Country of Elpenheim

However, in the depths of this Vatican, there is a slightly distinctive facility.

It was an orphanage.

The orphans there were specially selected from orphanages all over the country. This is because all of them received stigmata at a young age and awakened their divine power.

In the denomination, these children were collectively called 'Sacred Sheep.

At first glance, they seemed to be nurtured and raised like flowers in a greenhouse, but in reality, they were undergoing intense combat training.

For example, when the children became adults, the place they would belong to was scheduled to be the Heresy Bureau of the Prosecutor's Ministry, the most vicious ministry in the Vatican.

From the point of view of pious parents, the Sacred Sheep was like a gifted education institution affiliated with the Vatican.

Failing to resist the excitement of parents to test their child's potential, the Vatican even held an event to openly recruit children on certain holidays every year.

And a week later that holiday would be held, the 'Sacrifice Day'.

"It's already crowded with people."

"Well, how many of them are going to get in? I don't think there's anyone with divine power."

"It's weird to awaken it at our age. In the first place, we didn't awaken the normal way... Hey, take this away. Aren't you going to take it away?"

A fuss started as Ephael had his arm on Hestio's head.

Thesilid, ignoring the commotion of his roommates, put his right fist to his chest and closed his eyes.

Ephael and Hestio stood still.

"What, are you praying?"

"You want all of them to pass?"

As always, Thesilid brought Hestio and Ephael's attention to him. Hestio said first while wiping his black hair angrily.

"Hey, Thesilid, there's nothing more pointless than praying for a blessing to the public. Not everyone can win the lottery."

"Leave it alone. It's all self-satisfaction. How can you pretend to be good with cheap prayers, God is the one who loves it, how happy must it feel?"

Hestio's harsh criticism and sarcastic remark were familiar, but today's Thesilid had an uncharacteristic urge while seeing the children holding their parents' hands.

A reply came out without realizing it.

"It's the opposite."

"What?"

"Because I prayed that they would all go away so that they could go back home."

"..."

For a moment, there was a somber atmosphere between the three children. Soon Ephael and Hestio were embarrassed and corrected their words.

"What. You. Aren't you a little annoying today?"

"I know. Did he hit his head hard?"

It was a moment when there was a slight positive change in Thesilid's friendship.

But he had to pay the price right away.

The stigmata engraved on Thesilid's left wrist warmed up, and a voice that only he could hear rang out.

['We evaluate your unclean words and actions according to the discipline of the Seven Virtues and the Seven Sins. It is judged that there are elements corresponding to 'pride' and 'envy' among the Seven Deadly Sins, and the divine power of 'Order and Goodwill' is slightly reduced.]

'Hah...I can't even speak anymore.'

It was at the age of twenty that Thesilid awakened his regression ability. But he also had a special ability even when he was but a ten-year-old.

The unique ability of Thesilid Argent in this world, 'The Commandments of the Seven Good Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins.'

Thanks to this, he was given superior divine power among the stigmata, but there were restrictions that made his life tiring.

If he practices humility, benevolence, kindness, patience, purity, temperance, and diligence, the divine power will be strengthened.

'Order and Goodwill' was worthy of its name, so it evaluated Thesilid's words and deeds in a cold way.

Therefore, he was forced to live a faithful and good life, and as he grew older, he became a pushover free pass who was treated like a doormat.

'Until the Aura is awakened... No, even after awakening the Aura...'

'The Commandments of the Seven Good Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins' was something too powerful, it was almost fraudulent, so he had to give up on living a comfortable life.

Moreover, the main enemy of the current Serentra Continent was demons who want to invade using the dungeons as a bridgehead. Divine power is a must-have counter in the war against demonic energy.

"Ha..."

Unless he throws out his sense of duty, he has no choice.

Next to him, Hestio and Ephael had a conversation while looking out the window with their necks stretched long.

The tone was more subdued than before.

"How can such weak children come in and help? They would want to go home, scream they miss their mom and whine loudly."

"Yes, Hestio, without a home a mom or a dad, we are stuck living in a place like this. Man, this is sad."

"But when are we going to go outside the Holy City? Only when we become an adult?"

"We may not be able to go out forever. One day, there might be a dungeon burst in the Vatican! When it explodes, what would matter?"

"Hey, Ephael! Are you calling that a joke?"

"Huh, dear supporter, are you scared?"

Watching the roommates' foolish pranks, Thesilid smiled a little. He did not foresee the fate that would befall them.

As always, the start of the day's work was an early morning prayer.

The gods of the Transmigration Bureau, who had been out of contact for a while, were reconnected as soon as they finished the system update safely.

After communication, there was a lot to say, so the 53rd quest completion message appeared, but the story continued.

"So, alchemy has reached level 9, and more than 20 kinds of potions and food pills that can be sold right away have been developed. If the business is successful, I will do a lot of good for the cash shop."

['The world-building God' smiles warmly saying it's a fortunate thing.]

"On the other hand, I wonder if there is any need to work so hard in business. There's an easier way. As it turns out, the best way for people who know the future is to make money from those events. There is an episode in which a plague occurs in the original story, wouldn't it make a lot of money if I get herbs in advance, grow them, and make a cure?"

I save people quickly and make a fortune, a just cause and personal interests coincide.

['The world-building God' says it's a very good idea and supports you.]

"But there is a problem. I couldn't find any herbs used to treat it."

The main ingredient in the treatment of plague is the roots of Elephantipes.

In the original story, it was said to be a weed that grows in the Vatican, but it is not currently distributed.

It seems that all sprouts have been pulled out to beautify the scenery, but it is unfortunate that it takes at least three years for Elephantipes to take shape properly.

"I think the best way would be to go there and do it myself with my cultivation ability, but now I have a limited range of action."

During the tutorial, I can only work inside Count Gillette as a balancing of having the survival difficulty adjusted to F. I tried to leave the area once, but I returned to my original position again.

['The world-building God' pondered for a moment and said that it would be enough to save people after the original work started.]

"Yes. There is quite a bit of time before the plague occurs. I can ask for it later when I meet the main character."

If I show our pushover free pass a little kindness first, it will be easy to request to remove weeds from the Vatican by type.

Then, suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

"As for the main character, what is he doing now while I am working so hard?"

This is the tutorial period. This is the point before the start of the original, a terrible infinite regression. In other words, the protagonist has not yet awakened to infinite regression and is only an ordinary child who has no idea that he is destined to have such power.

What is the daily life of a young little doormat? I hope he's not the only one who's filming a childcare ropan, right? I'm curious.

['The world-building God' implicitly asks if you want to meet the main character.]

"We can't meet anyway. I'm in the middle of a tutorial, so I can't leave here, and he's been locked up in the Vatican, receiving education for the gifted."

I gave up and started stretching when I heard an unexpected answer.

['The world-building God' says that there is a way to get out and come back for a while if you use the power of this god.]

I was sober at once.

"Really? Is it okay for the gods to intervene recklessly?"

['The world-building God' says that the principle is true, but there are tricks]

"I see."

['The world-building God' says that this is not something that just any god can do, but a god who is as good as himself.]

I held out my thumbs with both hands.

"Wonderful God, please tell me quickly and in detail."

['The world-building God' says that you can generate quests by using probabilities.]

I listened to the explanation that followed.

In a nutshell, it meant that if there was a sufficient probability that I had to go to a place, God could wield public power in private affairs.

However, the problem was that it was difficult with normal probability to go to a great place like the Vatican.

['The world-building God' says that if you bring any cardinal you know, he will take care of it.]

"...Well, God. You do realize that I transmigrated in a powerless commoner little maid, right?"

How do I make a connection with a cardinal all of a sudden? That's too much.

Fine. I'm done. It was time to inflate my cheeks full of resentment for giving only unnecessary expectations.

['The world-building God' points behind you so you don't have to look far away.]

Behind?

"...I didn't expect this place to be so clean."

"Oh, my!"

Startled by the unfamiliar voice, I turned around.

"Oh, my. I'm sorry to startle you, child."

A middle-aged woman with gray hair showing the years falling like frost, entered the chapel.

She wore a long scarlet robe over her shoulders above her white priest's robe, and at a glance anyone could tell that it was a cardinal's attire.

In fact, Ellet felt a considerable amount of divine power.

Whoa, a real cardinal? It's literally the perfect timing.

"Were you praying in the morning?"

"Ah yes. I come every morning."

"You are a rare and faithful child. And..."

The cardinal's gaze, which stretched out, rested on my head.

"Quite a special one, too."

For a moment, I instinctively felt a little startled at the feeling that something was being read.

Who the hell is this person? Why is she on the Count's manor?

"You seem to be wondering who I am. Since this is the Count's manor, you may call me Matron Gillete."

"Ah!"

Matron Gillette. So she is the Countess' mother-in-law and Bianca's grandmother.

As an employee of Count Gillette, she has no choice but to hear a lot of stories. The Count's servants remembered Matron Gillette as a strict and faithful master.

Strict. Faithful.

Those who are described by these heavy words usually had conservative inclinations, so it seems that she was not able to become the mother-in-law to a commoner-born Countess.

Still, there were no actual problems.

A few years after Bianca's birth, the Matron declared that she would devote herself to religious life and moved to Elpenheim.

'I heard she was a devout person, I didn't expect her to be a cardinal.'

It seemed that this kind of family relationship became possible because the church allowed marriage.

Putting her thoughts aside, she decided to say hello first.

"Greetings to Matron Gillette. I am..."

"Ellet Rodellaine. I remember."

...The presence of my transmigrated body may have been quite impressive.

At that moment, I wondered why the hallway become noisy, and then a group of people appeared.

At the forefront were the Countess and Bianca.

"Uh, mother, are you here?"

"Welcome, Grandma."

TheMatron looked carefully at Bianca's expressionless greeting. The direction in which the old eyes were facing was above the head, not straight at the face.

It was also a peculiar height that made a gaze feel uncomfortable.

At that time, God hinted as far as he could intervene.

['The world-building God' observers ' Cattleya Gillette ' with interest.]

What? Cattleya Gillette?

Cardinal Cattleya?

'...Ah, then.'

I remembered the name and at the same time, what is the unique ability that she was born with, independent of her divine power.

Religious people who regard hard work and temperance as virtues eat breakfast at dawn.

In keeping with Cardinal Cattleya's life pattern, the count's family stumbled upon a breakfast they would not normally eat.

Bianca sighed quietly as she returned to her room after the family meal was over. I asked, offering a potion with a digestive effect.

"You don't look good. What happened at breakfast?"

"No, I'm just having a hard time with my grandma."

"Hard time?"

I wonder if this is the top of the food chain because Bianca, who is evaluated as giving people a hard time, is having a hard time with someone else.

Come to think of it, Cardinal Cattleya and Bianca have a bit of a similar vibe. Is it a biological inheritance?

"Because Grandma hates me."

"Huh?"

I decided to listen quietly for now.

"Because she didn't like mother, who was a commoner, I guess she doesn't like me either. Mother said that when I was a baby, my grandmother wouldn't even look at me. Then she suddenly moved over to the Church."

"..."

"But it's kind of weird. When Brother Romdio was born, he was baptized by grandmother herself, and I had heard that the relationship with mother wasn't all that bad. But why am I..."

"..."

Bianca tried her best to hide her disappointment and brought out her positive story.

"Still, the family meal today was better than it was three years ago. In the old days, she didn't even look at me, and she didn't talk to me."

"Did you talk this time?"

"Yes. First, she asked what's my relationship with you. First of all, I only replied that we were playmates..."

Bianca's complexion, which she had wanted to brighten for a moment, darkened again. She was worried about whether her grandmother would harm her commoner friend.

"...it will be fine. She's not the kind of person to bother her subordinates, even if she looks cold."

Albeit Bianca thought she was hated by her grandmother, her blunt remarks defended the person in question.

Gosh, she has a lot of complex affections.

Then I'll step forward.

I placed my hands on Bianca's somber shoulder.

"You know, Bia. Everything you think about the Matron, maybe it's all a misunderstanding."

"What do you mean, misunderstanding?"

Then a knock was heard and the butler entered.

"Excuse me, Miss Bianca. The Matron wants to see Ellet Rodellaine."

"...Grandma wants to see Eli?"

Bianca's eyes fluttered slightly.

"I will go with you."

"I'm sorry. The Matron said that she wants to meet Ellet alone."

"..."

By now, the possibility of harm and discrimination must have been blooming in Bianca's mind.

I grabbed Bianca's hand.

"Bia, don't worry. And..."

whisper whisper.

Bianca widened her eyes at my whisper. Seeing her rabbit-like red eyes, I smiled.

It was a sly smile.

In the Count's manor, the Matron was like a special guest. The Countess and the servants were all on edge to treat her with the utmost respect.

This is the case even if the meeting was arranged for a private talk.

In the quaint garden, the Countess has set a splendidly handcrafted tea table herself. It's wan unbelievable to think it was all prepared for tea time with a commoner's little maid.

'There are a lot of desserts.'

In the church, food cravings would be considered a sin, but the table was full of accessories-like pretty desserts. So is it all for me?

"Eat as much as you want."

"Oh, yes."

It was time to take a bite without hesitation.

Cardinal Cattleya asked, taking a sip of chamomile tea.

"What is your relationship with Bianca?"

Hmm, quick entry to the point. Not bad.

I changed my mind while trying to express our business relationship while being only a playmate.

"It's my friend. A very close one."

Seeing Cardinal Cattleya's one eyebrow twitch, I brightened up my look like the shining sun itself.

"Bia is the best. Pretty, smart, sweet, and kind! There are no books she hasn't read at the Count, she can memorize all the faces and names of the servants, and it's much better at counting numbers than adults."

"...Really?"

"It's not just that. She saved my older brother while he was being beaten..."

Cardinal Cattleya listened to me with great concentration.

When I looked in front of me after my full blast of words, her eyes were full of joy. After all, the truth is hard to hide, and a person like Cardinal Cattleya was even more so.

I nudged it.

"I think Bia resembles the Cardinal a lot."

"Yes, I've been thinking like that for a long time... Hmmm."

Cardinal Cattleya, who was unintentionally affirming her true feelings, covered her mouth with a teacup.

She came back with a cold expression on her face, but I didn't give in.

"Did you come to see Bia when you visited the Count's Castle this time?"

"..."

This is the silence of positivity.

"I don't know if I'm being rude, but wouldn't it be better to spend time with Bia rather than me?"

"Bianca was...I saw that she was unharmed and well."

It was a meaningful word. Of course, it would sound different to anyone who knew her ability.

Let's slowly stab the Matron to the climax.

"Now, there must be no reason to stop being attached to Bia anymore, can't you be nice to her now?"

"What?"

"You've seen that Bia's lifespan has changed."

"You..."

Eyes that can see the lifespan that has been lived and the remaining lifespan, Eyesight of Vitality.

That's Cattleya Gillette's unique ability, so she habitually looks over her opponent's head, not her opponent's eyes.

The reason she said I was special was probably because she knew that the lifespan I had lived was not that of a ten-year-old girl.

"I wondered why you remembered the name of a mere maid. Perhaps it was because Bia and I had the same life expectancy. It must have been that the news of her scheduled death had not been heard, so you made a sudden visit to the Count."

Cardinal Cattleya did not let it go unnoticed.

"You are really out of the ordinary. So, what is your identity?"

"If you look over my head, I know you can get a rough guess."

It's either regression, transmigration, or reincarnation.

"Are you really one of those who came back? So, knowing the future, you were able to twist Bia's fate."

Of the three possibilities, Cardinal Cattleya took the first.

She would have known me as a helpless, ordinary child, and would have thought that to avoid fate, I had to exactly know about the future.

She was wrong, but I had no intention of correcting it.

It was enough that she understood the situation and lifted her suspicions towards me, and above all, explaining the transmigration was like a rebellion against this world's setting.

Sharing secrets is an activity that makes each other closer, so Cardinal Cattleya showed a remorseful expression in front of me.

"I really regret it. If I had known that this would be the case, I would have done the best I could to treat her nicely. I did a terrible thing to my granddaughter."

Her ability only foretells the time of death.

It is not known when, where, or how death will come nor can she intervene in the exchange of life or death.

As a bystander, she merely silently accepts the scheduled death.

What was the magnitude of the despair she must have felt as soon as she confirmed that a short-lived future hung over her newborn granddaughter's head?

She repeatedly tried her best not to give her affection, but it must have been very painful. For a granddaughter that resembles her is very lovely.

So she must have been more aloof on purpose, and eventually even left the house.

"Bia now has a normal lifespan. Thank you very much."

After thinking about it for a moment, she took out the necklace she was wearing and handed it to me. The cross pendant necklace looked like pure gold.

"Take it."

"What is this?"

"It is a keepsake of my close friend. I am giving it as a request to remain good friends with Bia, so please do not refuse."

"Oh, yes. thank you!"

As I took it, Cardinal Cattleya bent her eyebrows slightly.

"As a courtesy, I thought you would say no."

"Hehehe, you gave it while making a request like that, if I don't get it right away, I think Bia will get hurt."

"Hmm?"

It was when Cardinal Cattleya, who felt suspicious, stopped moving while tilting the teacup to her mouth.