A Transmigrator's Privilege

by Usui Takumii

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

3. 21 to 30

A small human figure appeared, rustling through the bushes nearby.

"Grandma."

"Bianca? Since when did you..."

From the beginning. Hehe

It wasn't just the quaint scenery that made the Countess choose the outdoors as the teatime location. Her daughter, who had chosen a place that naturally had a lot of cover to provide as a hiding place, recommended it.

From now on, it was talk time for the granddaughter and grandmother.

"I didn't know Grandma had such an ability."

"...Death-related abilities are not often disclosed because people tend to avoid it."

"Is it true that you treated me like that because I was destined to die soon? It's not that you didn't like me?"

"I'm really sorry. If I got attached to you, I fear I would not be able to stand it later...I couldn't say a word of kindness as a grandmother should nor I could hug you...I was afraid of the wounds I would receive, so I wounded your young self."

"Grandma..."

Watching the misunderstandings clear up, I smiled happily.

"If it's okay, why don't you and this grandmother have tea together?"

"Yes...!"

Now it really felt like I had to get out of the way. It was the time when I was about to sensibly get up after swallowing the macaron.

"Ellet, thank you very much. I owe you a lot. I don't know how to thank you back."

"Ah, you already gave me the necklace earlier as a thank you."

"That's a payment for a favor, so it's a separate thing."

"It's all right..."

No, wait! This is not the time to reflexively refuse something!

'God! 'The world-building God'! Are you here, World-God?!'

['The world-building God' rushes over and asked what was going on.]

Great. We are set for the private use of public power.

"Well...Then I would like to ask you a small favor."

"What is it?"

"I want to see the Vatican!"

Will it work? Will it? It'll work, right?

Cardinal Cattleya answered without hesitation.

"You are a very faithful child. Now is just around the time when children flock to the Vatican to have their sacred test done. It's not a difficult request."

A message popped up.

['The world-building God' admires your skill.]

[System 'The world-building God' consumes the probability and makes a quest for you.]

[Quest A high-grade herb that is misunderstood as a weed (Difficulty: F)brGather the herb 'Elephantipes' that grows by eating plenty of divine power in the Vatican.

Success Reward: Fresh Elephantipes' SeedlingsbrFailure Penalty: None]

[System Do you want to accept the quest? (Yes/No)]

Of course, choose 'Yes'!

"Then let's go together in three days."

"Yes!"

In this way, all the conditions were satisfied.

Now, let's go digging weeds! And sweet potatoes*!

(Note: She's talking about the ML)

Meanwhile that evening.

Bianca looked at me with a slightly flushed face. I thought she'd tell me how she enjoyed a cozy time with her grandmother.

"This isn't your first time in life, is it?"

Instead, I was openly questioned about my secrets.

It was something meant to happen one day because Bianca was a quick-witted friend. Besides, at the tea-table, we talked a lot about this and that.

['The Spoiler Inspector' was dispatched after receiving a report of a spoiler alert.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' opens his eyes towards you.]

A new one appeared.

Huff, what should I do? What should I say? As long as I don't rebel against the setting...

Then Bianca put her index finger to my lips.

"Shh, don't say anything."

"Huh...?"

"People can't usually say things like this because it's taboo. Just listen comfortably, Eli."

"..."

"I didn't ask my grandmother, but I thought about the conversation between the two of you during the day. Grandmother said Eli was special. She probably said it based on the life span of your life and the remaining life span. Those who have death-related abilities cannot recklessly comment on the future."

"..."

"I guess the length of time Eli has lived is different from your physical age. Somehow, you didn't feel like my age."

...I'm sorry, Bianca, but it might be a little unique to base it on your mental age.

"Eli is not a disguised demon, you're definitely a human. I looked up books, I found that there were several cases of people with unique lifetime expectancy."

The meticulousness of going all the way to the library.

"Grandma said that you were 'the one who came back', which means regression, right? But I think differently."

I gulped down dry saliva.

"It's not about regression, it's about reincarnation. If you had come back and knew the future, your personality wouldn't have let me get involved in the dungeon."

"Oh..."

You're really sharp.

It's basically transmigration, but it's also true that I was reincarnated.

['The Spoiler Inspector' argues that if you make an admiring expression here, it's basically affirming it.]

That's none of my business, right? Anyway, I didn't say anything. It's not my fault that Bianca is smart. Ahem.

While I was proud that I had a good friend, Bianca grabbed my hand.

"I think I'm very lucky to have a friend who is both an apostle of God and a reincarnate."

"Bia..."

"I'll keep Eli's secret to myself. Don't worry."

"Yes, thank you."

I have a friend who shares many of my secrets except for transmigration. It feels like our friendship was getting stronger...

"Then how old is Eli?"

"...That's a secret."

"Age doesn't matter between friends."

"Well, maybe later."

"All right."

One day, I will tell you from my side, or Bianca will notice first.

Either way, it will be a complete secret.

Chapter 7. It's Dangerous Outside the House

"Huff, this will be enough luggage for me."

"...Eli, are you thinking about not coming back forever?"

"No, why?"

Currently, I was arranging and checking my luggage for the trip before putting it on my inventory.

Basic clothes and toiletries. An over-the-counter medicine and sleeping pills to help when I have trouble adjusting to a foreign place.

And lastly, lots of healing potions and plenty of emergency food just in case. It was a great selection.

However, it seems that Bianca had a slightly different opinion.

"Aren't you packing potions and emergency food enough to fill a wagon?"

"You never know what life will be like, Bia."

The survival difficulty inside the Count's castle was F grade, but the outside world was S grade. What's wrong with being thoroughly prepared?

...Of course, there is no possibility of getting caught up in a dungeon burst while on the road, as we will immediately transfer space from the Count's Castle to the Vatican.

"Actually, I wanted to have a bit of a traveling feeling."

I've never been on a trip like that in my previous life...

Only then did Bianca understood my honest reason and took my side.

"If you put it in the satchel bag, it doesn't feel heavy and doesn't rot, right? While you are packing put this in and take it with you."

"Oh, macaroons?"

"Yes. I specially asked Chef Peisha to cook it. They say that the meal given by the Vatican doesn't taste that good, so eat it secretly."

"Thank you so much, Bia. I'll make sure to get you a present when I come."

"There's no need for a gift, please take care and come back soon."

Bianca seemed to be disappointed that she would be separated from me for three days.

She could have gone together, but starting today, Bianca began to receive training for her successor duties, it was unfortunate timing that she could not leave.

This was a change that came after spending a cozy grandmother-granddaughter time.

Bianca seemed to have announced in front of Cardinal Cattleya her ambitions to succeed the house and revive the swordsmanship in the family by bringing in a swordmaster as a son-in-law.

Excited, Cardinal Cattleya immediately summoned the Count and his wife and gave instructions to attach all kinds of masters and teachers to Bianca.

Thanks to this, Romdio, who had never doubted that the next count was to be him, was shocked and shaking.

"It's done."

I finished the preparations by putting my luggage in the bag, changing into a comfortable dress, and hanging the necklace I received from Cardinal Cattleya. I went out to the main gate with Bianca.

"Eli, you have to be careful. Listen carefully to the Matron."

"Don't worry, Dad."

"Are you okay with the way back? I don't want you to get lost."

"Ah, Brother. We are going to warp all the way, why would I get lost?"

The experience of being seen off by my family was as new as the trip itself.

"Then goodbye everyone! I will be back!"

After having received enough farewells, I approached Cardinal Cattleya.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

"Then let's go."

The light powder that was created as the space transition stone broke, wrapped around the two of us.

A white light engulfed my vision. And.

[System You have entered the Pan-El region, the capital of Elpenheim. Adjusts the current time according to the time difference.]

"You can open your eyes now."

"..."

Although the light had faded, it was still dazzling. It was because the water droplets splashed from all sides reflected sunlight.

I covered my eyes with my hand and looked around.

"Wow!"

A whole new landscape unfolded in front of me.

Elegant arches and columns made of snow-white marble, clear fountains that flow like waterfalls along waterways spread everywhere, and dynamic statues of angels and saints.

It was an unrealistically beautiful place as if I had fallen into a new world.

['The world-building God' is proud that he put effort into the graphics.]

To the extent that even the Creator was proud.

The sacredness filled itself with the added chant of the pipe organ that was being played somewhere.

I raised my head steadily, unable to keep my mouth shut.

In front of me was a huge arch carved like an entrance to heaven, waiting for me with dignity and majesty.

"This is..."

"Yes. It is the sanctuary of the Holy Country of God, the Vatican."

We finally arrived at the natural habitat of our little doormat.

We quickly entered the Vatican with the authority of Cardinal Cattleya leaving the long queue behind.

I thought the line of children who held their parents' hands was long outside, but I could even see children on the inside.

This was all due to the educational enthusiasm of the parents of this country to somehow have their children awaken holy power.

Because this holiday also serves as the public selection of 'the Sacred Sheep'.

It was a pretty deceptive event. In the first place, stigmata did not awaken the divine power in a normal way.

How could a child with the same potential as the children who were awakened by transplanting stigmata be naturally born?

If that had been the case, the Vatican would have taken notice of them earlier and kidnapped such children.

The public selection was nothing more than a show-off holiday event. Promoting the Sacred Sheep while receiving donations from parents at the same time.

['The world-building God' sets the mood by saying the stronger the light, the darker the shadows.]

Even in this sacred Vatican, the dark circumstances of adults were hidden between walls and doors.

As I walked along the corridor with Cardinal Cattleya, I saw children moving in orderly lines.

The destination might be either a chapel or a restaurant.

Children have to stay for three days and finish a monotonous and boring religious retreat consisting of prayer, food, and worship to get a chance to test their potential.

At that time, a young priest from the other side approached me.

"It's Cardinal Cattleya! You are back!"

"Ah, Brother Pavel."

"But the child next to you...Is this the child that your Grace would personally recommend to the Sacred Sheep?"

"No. I just brought her here because she wanted to see the Vatican. Of course, you can take the test if you want."

At Cardinal Cattleya's subtle gaze, I desperately shook my head.

"No, no! I'll just take a look and go home."

I don't want to live while being locked up in this place, forced to lead a puritan life, and treated as a public good to save the world.

I was a secular person.

Cardinal Cattleya laughed and moved on half-jokingly. The young priest brought up the main point.

"I'm sorry to say this right after you returned home, but I think you should go to the State Council right away. The budget execution meeting for this quarter has been moved forward."

"Oh, dear. Child, I'm sorry, but I think I'll have to leave for a long time."

"It's all right. Go ahead."

"Brother Pavel, I need to ask you a favor. Instead of me, show this child around the Vatican."

"Yes! Don't worry and go, your Grace!"

Pavel's answer was truly credible. But when Cardinal Cattleya's back disappeared from view.

"Do you see those kids walking in a row in the hallway? Follow them. I'm busy, so I'm off."

"..."

I was left alone dangling in the corridor.

Well, maybe he hates taking care of children.

After thinking about what to do for a while, I decided to quietly join the children and experience a religious retreat.

The line arrived at the restaurant because it was lunchtime.

So I sat down in front of the wooden table and looked down at the food I was served...

['The world-building God' is angry over whether a growing child can eat this.]

I couldn't agree with you more.

A diet consisting of raisin bread, chicken bean soup and blanched vegetables was beyond the poor to the realm of poverty.

"What's this. There is no ham or sausage."

"Wow, it doesn't taste good. It's so bland."

"So little...I'm hungry..."

The children grumbled.

"Now, now! We don't talk when we eat, young devotees!"

The nursery priest who was supervising stopped the spread of complaints in the name of teaching table manners. It was really cheap.

At that time, the noise in the restaurant suddenly died down.

The appearance of a special group of children effectively created a quieter and more refined atmosphere than the shouts of the nursery priest.

The newly joined children seemed to be quite distinguished.

Unlike ordinary children, who freely wore comfortable clothes, they were wearing white robe-like priestly uniforms. They were all my age, but a considerable amount of divine power emanated from each of them.

The identity of the children was clear.

'Sacred Sheep.'

Elite children who were painstakingly nurtured by the country.

'I'm sure he's in there too.'

To find the pushover free pass, I thought of the original description.

Shining silver hair that symbolizes God's blessings, and eyes that look like a glass bottle containing the light of the heavenly waters.

And...

Absolutely, very, very handsome! The most handsome man in the setting that can be recognized at a glance!

'Yes, he's not here.'

First of all, there was no silver hair.

Just in case I looked again but the child sitting next to me whispered lowly while eating.

"Don't make eye contact with them. Their personality wasn't very good..."

It was great advice, thanks. And just as they said, the gaze of a black-haired kid staring at me was very fierce.

"Thank you. Eat this."

I took a lemon madeleine from the satchel and handed it to the child. It was nice to see their brightly blooming face.

"Come on, when you're done eating, go to the chapel. It is time for worship."

Hearing the loud voice of the nursery priest, I decided.

'Let's bail.'

I turned on the map, figured out the way, and sneaked out through the back door. Like a scene from a spy movie, I succeeded in escaping out of the restaurant building by clinging to the wall.

At the back of the building, there was a flower bed that was relatively neglected.

'It's the best place to do a quest.'

I walked through the trees, looking for weeds. Thanks to the cultivation package I bought at the Cash Shop the other day, I was able to know the name through 'Plant Insight' just by putting my hand on it.

"This is a simple weed, and that one daisy...Where the hell is it hiding...Ah! found!"

[Target 'Elephantipes'

Category: Herbs

Although it is misunderstood as a weed, the tuberous roots that have been grown for about three years can be used as a medicine. It grows in a place with sufficient divine power.]

There were several more nearby. I had to breed them, so I dug up all of them and put them in my inventory.

I felt like a farmer who finished work. It was at that time that I proudly stretched my back and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.

"Did you come to a treasure hunt by yourself?"

"Oh my god!"

An unfamiliar voice rang out from nearby. The moment I turned my head in surprise.

"...Huck."

I was at a loss for words at the sight of my opponent's face.

Brilliant silver hair. Eyes that go back and forth between blue and cyan depending on the angle of light. Above all, a handsome face that seems to enlighten the viewer.

A handkerchief was held out in front of me, who had lost my mind.

"You wiped your face with your dirty hands."

"..."

That was my first meeting with the Pushover Free Pass.

'I can't believe the child protagonist that has yet to pass by a time regression is right in front of me...'

['The world-building God' urges you to be extra careful with remarks that may affect the original work because you are in front of the original protagonist.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' opens his eyes and watches you for spoilers.]

My mind was blown.

Meanwhile, the sea-blue eyes looking at me narrowed. It was when I thought that he seemed like he was suspecting something.

"What?"

"Don't be surprised. I have a duty to be kind."

The Pushover Free Pass, no, Thesilid wiped the dirt from my forehead by hand. It was an expressionless face and a rough hand that really only showed a sense of duty.

Of course, I know why.

Thesilid's main character buff doubled as a pushover debuff, 'The Seven Good Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins'.

He had a lot of restrictions and obligations because his divine powers increased only by getting good points. To put it bluntly, could it be said that the reason for using respectful words to everyone in the original work was because of the 'humility' item of the Seven Virtues?

Thesilid, who was not yet humble, muttered a little to himself.

"Why am I the only one who has to take on this duty?"

Why? It's because you have to spread kindness all over the place, regardless of age or gender, so there's room for a harem.

By the way, hearing his complaints made me a little confused.

'If it's a compulsory thing, won't he get deducted points again?'

Because of the lack of sincerity, it becomes like a taboo word, I wonder if it's okay to spill it twice in a roll.

Thesilid, who took his handkerchief, said.

"I came here because I felt the energy of the relic, but I didn't know that a child like you could be the owner."

"You're a child, too. But what do you mean, holy relics?"

"You didn't know? Your necklace, that's a relic of Saint Agnes. She is one of the dungeon closing heroes that this Holiday of Sacrifice honors."

"Saint, hero?"

...Cardinal Cattleya, what did you say again? You said it was a keepsake of your best friend, but you didn't say that your best friend was a hero-class saint.

It wasn't until then that Thesilid's tone became a little questionable.

"Didn't it belong to Cardinal Cattleya?"

"Don't get me wrong. Because the cardinal gave it to me."

"Her relic?"

As soon as he asked back, Thesilid's face narrowed the distance from mine.

"You don't seem to have any divine powers at all..."

As expected, he was indeed the main character, the force of his gaze that looked at me was as if he could see through anything. It was only for a moment, but I was scared and almost flinched...

Grumble!

...What? I think I just heard a big sound.

It was when I looked down at Thesilid, wondering if I had heard it wrong.

Squeaky gurgling!

"..."

"..."

It became awkward because we were in the midst of setting the mood.

"I-I was on my way to the restaurant."

"Ah, yes. It's a natural thing to happen, so there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"...But why are you looking at me like that?"

It was cute to see him blushing while making excuses.

Suddenly, I remembered the Vatican's poor diet and immediately searched in my satchel bag.

"Here, it's a present."

"What's this...?"

"Something to eat. It's tasty."

Thesilid was puzzled by the tomato pasta-flavored pills I gave him.

"The necklace is really mine, so don't worry and go eat."

"Well, yes. I'll have to check with Cardinal Cattleya later. My friends are waiting for me so,..."

For a moment, a dubious word stuck to my mind.

"Huh? Friends?"

Thesilid has a friend?

I was not trying to blame the pushover free pass for his ability to make friends. This was a matter of plot setup. But, obviously, in the original work, the setting for the childhood friends of the protagonist were...

- Among the stigmata caught in the dungeon burst, I was the only survivor. It seems to have started on that day. Every year from then on, The Day of Sacrifice began to take something away from me.

Friends. Dungeon Burst. The Sacrifice Day.

What do these keywords mean?

"No way..."

"What's wrong?"

At the moment when a curious question rang in my ears, it came.

Thud-!

"...!"

"...!"

A huge, heavy wave hits the heart directly and at the same time, the feet shake, and the ground cracks.

No, that was not it. It's the separation of space itself. I couldn't help but know what this was about.

"Dungeon Burst...!"

The puzzles fit perfectly.

The dungeon burst that devastated Thesilid's childhood takes place today, right here!

['The world-building God' is puzzled as to why the disaster event is triggered now.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' criticizes the Creator for saying such things.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' shakes his head lightly saying that the S-Rank follower has bad timing.]

The accident increased the number of spectators.

It was only within the County that the survival difficulty is calibrated to F.

Furthermore, it was a dungeon that exterminated everyone to give Thesilid an unhappy childhood setting. I have to be prepared for the level of difficulty.

On the other hand, it seems that the scope of the dungeon burst was the entire restaurant building. The interior, visible through the windows near the flowerbed, was a mess.

"Wh-what! Earthquake?"

"Aww! The floor...!"

"Whoa! Mom, help me...!"

An unstoppable gravitational force came out of the dark subspace and pulled the children's bodies.

And my body too.

Whoophhssss!

Suddenly, my wrist was held tightly. It was Thesilid.

"Don't get far from me."

"..."

...I just got a little touched.

Shwiiiiinhggg!

Darkness engulfed us with strong vertigo that seemed to make us vomit. And the scene that unfolded after the darkness was gone...

Chick wiggle! Chick wiggle!

Doo-doo-doom-doom-!

Ting...Ting...Ting...Ting.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding... .

Toy trains running on railroad tracks, soldier dolls beating drums, clown heads popping out of a spring box, music box spinning on a merry-go-round, twinkling Christmas decorations and light bulbs.

The message in my head gave me the name and grade of this delusive space.

[System You have entered the S-level dungeon 'The Mansion of Toys'.]

Hmmm, this is this world average difficulty. Is it possible to clear it?

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. How about you?"

"Me too."

I and Thesilid exchanged greetings and looked around. We, along with the other children, were dropped in a reception hall that had a Christmas atmosphere.

When nothing happened for a long time, children began to relax their guard.

"Hey, where are we?"

"It's pretty. It's full of toys."

"It's moving. Amazing."

"Huh? I wanted that doll!"

When they saw a toy that their parents didn't buy them for Christmas last year, the children's eyes widened.

When some children started holding toys as if they belonged to them, even the hesitant children could not overcome their desire.

Except for me and Thesilid, the children were busy digging through toys and opening gift boxes.

"Don't touch it! This is inside a dungeon!"

Thesilid cried out.

"Wow! This is fun!"

"I guess we can take what's here!"

"Give it up! I picked this doll first!... Tsk, you tore the arm off!"

If they listened to his words, they were not normal children, and if he was able to solve this with words, he was not our frustrating pushover free pass.

In the first place, our pushover is trying to save everyone even in this situation.

I stopped Thesilid.

"It's no use. They will understand it's a dungeon only if demons and monsters come out."

"I know. I did it out of duty."

"..."

Right. Good deeds are business for him, but he keeps saying it's something mandatory.

Thesilid asked abruptly.

"Why don't you rush to gifts like they do?"

"My mental age is much higher than it looks. You can call me sister."

"It's weird that you're calm when we're inside this dungeon."

"It's not my first time. But it seems your first time in a dungeon since you only lived inside the Vatican. Are you okay?"

"I am..."

At that moment, the air in the reception hall shook, and at the same time, there was tension on Thesilid's face.

It was a white-haired young man who opened a rip in the space and appeared.

"Welcome, children! Welcome to the mansion of Count Orsche!"

Just by looking at the fact that he was wearing a tailcoat, he was a demon in the position of a butler.

'Not yet.'

The use of Descent should be carefully timed.

['The world-building God' advises that the butler will escape by moving through space if you show the power right now.]

It means that this dungeon had opponents where I had no choice but to push them into a closed boss room to kill them.

The boss room is a realm cut off from any type of interference, even for demons. It's impossible to come in or leave while the battle is in progress.

At the appearance of a stranger, the children who had been playing like thunderbolts stopped their actions and focused their attention.

"Haha! Don't be so nervous. You don't have to put the dolls and toys back. Because..."

Pop! Bump!

Fireworks exploded behind the butler demon's back.

"You are a very, very special chosen gests! The toys, dolls, sweets, and cakes here, as well as everything in the mansion, were prepared for you."

"R-Really? Really?"

"Then it's okay to have all of these, right?"

Innocent children asked the question with positive feelings.

"Of course. They were prepared according to the master's command to serve you with the utmost respect. I'm Rodrigo, as a butler, I will do everything in my power to treat the special guests with utmost care. In that sense, we have prepared a lot of fun games. Let's have fun with me!"

"Wow!"

Cute stuffed animals approached and started handing out colorfully painted eggs one by one.

"Easter Egg!"

"I was hungry!"

Following Christmas, this time it was an imitation of Easter. It was demonic as in having bad taste.

"Did everyone get an egg? So, before we eat, shall we thank the Count for inviting you to his wonderful mansion? Follow along, 'Thank you, Count Orsche'!"

"Thank you, Count Orsche!"

The hungry children broke the eggshells in an instant.

"Don't eat it!"

Of course, again this time, the eggs were swallowed up in the children's mouths, regardless of Thesilid's dutiful words of advice.

The happy butler Rodrigo's eyes bent unusually.

"Count Orsche is a wonderful man. He loves good and innocent children like you. To be more exact... The soul of a good, pure child!"

"Kaaaaaaaa!"

Some of the children who ate the eggs fell by grabbing their necks. They vomited white bubbles while convulsing their bodies that quickly exploded and turned into a doll.

"He-hey?!"

While the kids were startled, I checked the debuff in the system status window.

[Status 'Dollification']

A black magic debuff created by Rodrigo to keep human souls in a fresh state while extracting it. When life reaches a critical point in Count Orsche's mansion, they turn into dolls, delaying death. Instead, the body neither dies nor lives until all its soul is removed.

Note: Where did all the toys and dolls that were around you come from? Think about it.]

"Ah, how long has it been since I had this many souls! Well, shall we have a taste?"

Little by little, the souls trickled out from the children who had become dolls. Rodrigo filled the wine glass he was holding and savored the aroma.

"It is sweet. The master will be pleased."

"Hu-uh!"

The children feel in confusion, dropping their toys and dolls. Rodrigo declared with a wicked grin.

"Come on! With this, the first game, 'Easter Egg of Random Death' is over. Congratulations to all the children who survived!"

"Aww! I-It's a demon! Demon!"

"Th-then, uh, th-this is the dungeon...!"

"It's sad to see with such frightened eyes. I really like children. Let's have fun together. Yes?

"R-R-Run, run away...!"

"He-Hey! Th-There is a door!"

The children gathered at the front door leading out of the reception hall. But the door didn't budge. Rodrigo shuddered as he twirled the bundle of keys with his index finger.

"Access to this mansion is under my control as the butler. The entrance was closed long ago, and finding the exit is in vain. Count Orsche's mansion is different from other dungeons."

What? A dungeon that doesn't generate exits and entrance gates even if you haven't encountered the boss?

Is it real or fake? I can't believe this Demon's words.

['The world-building God' says it's true.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' is startled and takes out a yellow card.]

Unlike before, the inspector reacted violently.

'Thank you for letting me know, World God.'

The fact that the exit and entrance gates do not open, hope is blocked inside and outside. Not only is it impossible to escape from the inside, but it also means that rescue forces cannot come from the outside.

In this case, the only way out of the dungeon is to subdue the boss, Count Orsche.

"Th-then we can't we get out of here? Are we all going to die?"

"M-Mom...Aww!"

As the despairing children began to cry loudly, Rodrigo exclaimed with a blushed face of excitement.

"Then let's start the second game right away! The next game is... Voila! Hide and seek of death!"

A three-headed clown doll appeared in the air.

"This is an easy game where you just need to run away and hide well from these guys... what. No one is listening to me. That's why brats that cry so hard are...Oh my! That was a slip of tongue. You are all wonderful! I absolutely love children! It's absolutely tasty!"

"Whuaaa! He said delicious! I don't want to be eaten!"

"Mom! Dad!"

"Help me! Buaaa!"

The noise was terrific as the children raised their voices and wept. Rodrigo covered his ears and took a step back.

"Okay, okay! I'll make you a way back home. Stop it!"

"Re-really?"

"Yes, yes. I just have to ask my merciful master. So, let's stop crying and get motivated to play with gusto."

Rodrigo signed a contract.

For demons, contracts are absolute, it was binding under the rules of this world, and for me, it was guaranteed in the form of a quest.

[System A quest has arrived.]

[Quest Count Orsche's Grace (Difficulty: S)

The demonic and merciful owner of the mansion, Count Orsche has opened up another way to escape the dungeon other than defeating the boss, so bow his head and thank him!

Requirement: Be the only survivor of the dungeon

Success Reward: SurvivalbrFailure penalty: Death]

[System A quest has been forcibly accepted.]

...The sole survivor.

"Let's be the last one to survive! So don't give up hope!"

I see, this was how Little Thesilid was able to survive alone in an S-class dungeon.

"Then we start counting to 20. One, two, twenty!"

"Kyaaaa!"

"Ho-How can you count numbers like that!"

Countless Clown dolls approached the children and swung their arms. It was a slow movement and a dull attack. But bloodshed unfolded nonetheless.

[System] Violation of the Violence Standards for the tutorial has been detected. Reduces mental shock.]

Thanks to that, I calmed down and came to my senses. Otherwise, I might have used Descent already.

"Aww! no!"

"Mo-Mom...hic... ... ."

Some children ran into the hallways or wielded something that could be used as weapons, while others were confused and hardened on the spot.

"Hiccup!"

Puck!

"Calm down, run away or stop it from attacking!" (Eli)

The clown, who was about to attack a girl, was hit by a gift box I had thrown and froze. The girl ran outside the reception hall in a hurry.

"She heard you well and yet ignored everything I said."

Thesilid with a toy wand as a weapon said bitterly. It seemed that he had rescued some of the children in crisis and returned to my side.

I was grateful that a child with power came to me on his own.

As expected, the spirit of chivalry is strong, just like a holy knight who will be called the first sword of the Kingdom of God in the distant future.

Swallowing my emotions, I picked up a heavy gift box and said:

"Don't be disheartened. Do you think she can really hear me? She just ran away by instinct."

"I'm not depressed. More than that, you know what?"

"What?"

"You're the only one not being attacked."

"...Oh? It's true."

Clowns were only sneaking around me, in contrast to relentlessly chasing other children. Even Thesilid, which exudes divine power, was no exception, am I the only one?

'They must be undead.'

The passive skill I had, 'Notoriety that resonates in the underworld' was obviously the main cause of the effect.

At the moment the Clown's white face, who was flying around, overlaid with that of a skull, and the moment it attacked the children, a dreadful scythe-like afterimage was revealed by its blunt movement.

Intermediate Undead, Grim Reaper. That was the identity of the Clown doll.

That's good. Due to the timing, the main character must have just awakened his divine power, and the undead is particularly vulnerable to divine power.

Then a thought suddenly came to mind.

'Wait a minute? So the reason Thesilid was attached to me was to use me as a shield?'

My grateful emotions stopped at once. Meanwhile, Thesilid narrowed his eyes at me.

"As expected, there's less attack because I'm next to you. No way...are the demons not attacking because you're on the same side?"

It is a scary and embarrassing misunderstanding. I immediately pleaded innocence.

"Hey, I'm on your side."

"..."

Thesilid's sea-blue eyes widened.

"You're on my side...?"

I raised my right hand as if taking an oath.

"Yes, your side. Really. I swear."

"...I see, well. For now, let's just say that's the case."

With a bitter answer, Thesilid averted his gaze. It seems like he's letting it slide. Even after I said I was on his side, I fell troubled.

Now what?

Unfortunately, saving everyone like a hero was impossible for me.

Since Descent is a fast-paced skill that has no backup plan, it must be used in a decisive battle with the boss. It's no use attacking the butler or making a riot by attacking lesser demons.

The owner of this dungeon appeared only after going to the boss room. I guess I'll have to stick with Thesilid as well.

Soon, almost all of the children ran into the hallway.

The Clowns will keep chasing after them, but it was better than the reception hall that was decorated like a creepy play.

"Oh no! The situation in the West Annex where we are located is the worst. Is it because there's only one stigmata? Even so, I don't think you can use any powers. Oh! Maybe you are the weakest of the stigmata?!"

Thesilid was just not compatible with this many-to-one battle. He was not provoked needlessly.

"It seems there are several hide-and-seek places. I have to join my friends, but the number of Clowns doesn't go down."

"Are you using the divine power?"

"No. Those things look like monster-type, so I'm trying to save it."

"Use divine power. It looks like these dolls are disguised with phantom magic, but they are actually intermediate-level undead. You can't see it, but they are holding a scythe, so be careful."

"How do you...It's getting harder and harder to figure out your identity. I'll trust you for now."

Thesilid threw the toy wand to the floor.

"Huh? What is it?"

It was the moment Rodrigo felt an unusual sensation and looked at Thesilid.

A white light shone on Thesilid's hands. It seemed he cast a very sacred and powerful skill just by looking at it.

Since divine power and magic cannot be omitted from the start-up word in the chanting process, I soon knew the skill name.

"Baptism of condemnation."

Pussack!

The head of the Clown doll, which was held in his grasp, turned to powder. The destructive baptisms continued one after another.

"Oh oh! Now you're showing off your skills! But to no avail! I can make more clowns!"

Thesilid silently killed the creepy Clown dolls.

"The Clowns will fight you until you get tired. Well, then! I have a spectacle in the Southern annex, so I'm out!"

Only me and Thesilid were left in the reception hall. I spoke behind his back.

"I think that's enough time for the kids to run away from the reception hall."

"Why didn't you run away?"

"I'm your shield for n-...Thesilid, back!"

The Clowns scythe was drawn towards the back of Thesilid's head as he looked back at me.

At this rate, our little doormat is in danger of being crushed!

"...!"

Thesilid's eyes widened at my urgent cry.

But in contrast to his startled reaction, he reached out quickly and precisely, without looking back.

And he smashed the Clown's head.

Swallowing a sigh of relief, I brought up the main point I hadn't talked about before.

"Anyway, this won't end! Let's get out of here."

It's annoying to play around with demons, but it's best to follow the rules of the dungeon when inside a dungeon.

The game in progress is hide and seek so we had to hide

I grabbed Thesilid's wrist and started running down the hallway outside the reception hall. There was a Clown doll in the hallway, but it was easy to break through when I took the lead.

When the dolls were out of the way to some extent, we came to a place where the doors ran from side to side, like a hallway full of rooms.

I picked one random room, went inside, and caught my breath.

"For guests, ha-ha-ha-, the bedroom, ha-ha-ha-, Out of -ha-ha-ha-."

"Don't overdo it."

Thesilid, unlike me, did not show any signs of exhaustion.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' says that you might have an S-class constitution, but makes fun of you because your physical strength seems to be an F-class.]

I can't. When I get home, I have to do physical training and buy a job change package to work out right away.

I took water out of my bag, drank it, and it calmed down a bit.

Meanwhile, Thesilid tried to lock the door, but to no avail. I looked around the bedroom and found a closet.

"There is a lock inside to hold the door in place. Let's hide in here."

"That's a good idea."

The closet was large and we were both 10 years old, so it was enough.

In case the dolls open the closet, clothes were pushed to camouflage the side of the door that was not locked.

When the closet door closed, the inside was so dark that I couldn't even see my palms. In that state, I held my breath.

Creak.

The sound of the wooden door opening was heard. Since the footsteps can't be heard, it's a doll.

Thesilid was prepared to attack at any moment but I wanted it to pass as quietly as possible.

And after a while.

"It's gone."

"Whoa..."

At Thesilid's words, I took a deep breath that I had been holding back.

"I don't know if it will come again, so let's keep hiding here."

"Yes."

As soon as Thesilid's brief affirmation fell, I rummaged through my satchel and pulled out a luminous stone. I dimmed the brightness to make it the same as a candle and hung it on a stick. Because I had to do work that required light.

"Let me look at your wound."

"There's none."

"I saw you injure your shoulder in the fight."

"It's a scratch. This isn't even a wound-"

"Don't pretend to be strong and listen to me."

After turning Thesilid to the side, I looked through the satchel bag again.

"The bag is small, but so much stuff comes out...Huh? Healing Potion?"

"I made it. My dad's an alchemist, so I learned from him."

Thesilid seemed surprised at my ability.

There were black marks in the wound on Thesilid's shoulder. As I practiced alchemy, I naturally gained some medical knowledge, so I quickly diagnosed it.

"As you said, the wounds aren't a big deal, but you got poisoned by the undead. If you leave this alone, the wound will rot. Can you detox yourself with divine power?"

Thesilid gave me a troubled expression.

"I can't. Not only me, but all the stigmata are unable to use healing skills even if they awaken divine power."

There was such a penalty due to the adverse effect of forced awakening. Even a novice who awakened divine power the normal way can do basic healing.

That's why Thesilid lamented that there was no healer that could be used around stigmata.

If he could heal, he would have healed, deal, and tanked, all by himself. Because the original was aiming for a Munchkin feast from the comforted Thesilid.

"Don't be discouraged. I knew it, but it was better to ask at least once."

"...I wasn't discouraged. And don't ask questions knowingly."

His pouty face was also cute.

"Un, yes. Don't worry, I have an antidote anyway."

"Really...why did you ask..."

Pretending I didn't hear his grumbling, I took out a detoxification potion and completely cured the poison. The empty bottles were collected, put in the bag, and another thing was taken out.

"Eat this."

Thesilid's eyes twinkled when he saw the sandwich wrapped in oiled paper and the milk in a glass bottle. He was dragged into a dungeon on the way to the restaurant, he must be very hungry because he even fought a battle.

It seems that the likability for me in Thesilid's eyes has risen a bit.

"Can I really eat it?"

"Yes, you're hungry."

"What about you? Let's split it in half."

"I ate at a restaurant earlier and there are plenty of other things to eat."

I took out the macaroons that Bianca had given me. Thesilid was startled.

"That bag is really endless."

"Yes. It has a space of a warehouse. It's a dungeon item."

Thesilid began to eat quietly. After taking the first bite, he was surprised by the taste and tried to eat it sparingly.

He only ate tasteless church food, now that he tasted dishes prepared by Chef Peisha's hand-picked apprentice, it was like a new world opened.

While we were hiding, I felt as if I had entered a bunker hideout to escape the zombie apocalypse at the end of the century. Actually, I don't think it's a very bad interpretation. In terms of being chased by the undead.

It was when half of the sandwich had disappeared into Thesilid's stomach. He, who was diligently following the church's meal etiquette, finally opened his mouth.

"You knew it."

"Un? What?"

"Name."

"Oh, my name?"

I thought it was time to finally say my full name.

"No. How did you know my name?"

"Huh?"

"You called me earlier. When the crown doll aimed at the back of my head."

-Thesilid, back!

Oh right. I called his name in an emergency.

['The Spoiler Inspector' eyes are wide open.]

The Inspector seemed nervous because he was afraid that remarks that could cause discord in the seating such as 'I knew because I read in a book.' would come out.

Of course, I didn't intend to make such a disrespectful revelation, but I didn't want to pick up lies for excuses.

"Um, is it that important that I know your name?"

"No. There are many more important issues. Whether it was the fact that you recognized the Clown doll was Grim Reaper, that they didn't attack only you, that you had enough alchemy skills to detect and heal the poison of an intermediate undead, or that you had items that would appear in at least an A-grade dungeon. "

"So many."

"The most important thing remains."

"What?"

"Telling you about the duty of discipline does not diminish my divine power. How come?"

What? Really?

Is he saying the rules of the Seven Virtues and the Seven Sins don't work for me?

"It's still like that. Even though I said two taboo words, there was no change in divine power."

The taboo words here mean 'discipline' and 'duty'.

"But it doesn't mean that my divine power doesn't increase when I do good deeds. It goes up, but doesn't come off."

Wow. This is awesome.

The passive ability, which had the biggest stake in leading the protagonist on the path of the pushover free pass, was an exception for me. To top it out the preceding score of the Seven Good Virtues was applied, and the negative score of the Seven Deadly Sins was exempted.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' suggests that the transmigrator privilege is overbalanced.]

['The World-building God' says it's natural because she is an S-class transmigrator.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' chews his lips, saying that he should have made that S-class transmigrator his believer.]

It's a convenient situation. Would he be able to eat fewer sweet potatoes in the future?

As I weighed his words, Thesilid questioned.

"What the hell are you?"

"It's a very important secret, so I'm not going to tell anyone. Instead, tell me your secret, and I'll tell mine. Fair Trade. Equivalent exchange. How about it?"

"..."

The good-natured protagonist did a good job of reverse thinking.

He must have realized that he was not in a position to interrogate others, as he was strongly bound to the secrets of 'The Commandments of the Seven Good Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins.'.

"It's hard, isn't it? Everyone has secrets they can't tell, Thesilid."

"..."

"Of course, I understand the feeling of being wary. So, let me make sure of one thing."

"What?"

"I'm really on your side."

"..."

Silence returned again. After a while, Thesilid turned to the sandwich in his hand and finished it.

"Well, if I can see that you are fine even wearing a relic, you are not on the side of evil."

"Thanks for understanding."

"So...what is your name?"

"Ellet Rodellaine. You can call me Ellet."

Thesilid hesitated a little before opening his mouth.

"Thank you, Ellet. You healed me and gave me food."

"You're welcome."

As if praising a polite child, I handed a wrapped macaroon. Thesilid kept cringing to show that he was not used to receiving, but it was also cute.

After eating, we had a brief strategy meeting.

"Ellet, do you have any more potions?"

"A lot. Are you going to subdue the boss?"

"Yes. Because that's the only way to escape from the dungeon. I'm going to join my friends and then pull out the boss, because you're not an awakened for any of the 3 great power is dangerous so..."

(Note: 3 great powers- Aura, Magic, Divine Power)

"I will go too. There are many types of potions, so I have to follow you to get what you need."

"That's true, but are you okay?"

"Anyway, if you fail, all the kids here, including me, will die. I'd rather do something than hide and wait for death."

Thesilid was solemnly silent. He had eyes that saw civilians burning their courage ahead of the decisive battle at the end of the century.

No, that's not it, Thesilid.

I'm going to carry you guys. Instead, let's take a bus to the front of the boss room.

"Okay. Let's do that."

"Thanks. I will do my best not to get in the way."

As a sign of good luck, I gave Thesilid a fruit whipped cream cupcake.

"...I obviously fell into a dungeon, but how come I'm eating so well? I have never eaten anything like this, not even on a holiday."

"Eat well to fight well."

"Even if I eat the food you give me, I won't fall into the sin of gluttony..."

"Really? Then eat more. This is chocolate tiramisu and peach milk tea!"

"..."

I appealed to the fact that I also had a digestive potion and fed Thesilid a lot of delicious things.

Meanwhile, I opened the system and looked at the map of the mansion. The four annexes, which are divided into east, west, north, and south, are in perfect symmetry with each other.

The first floor of each annex consisted of a reception hall, a banquet hall, a kitchen, and guest bedrooms, and a maze-like hallway connected the rooms.

'Let's see. To get to the boss room...'

Using my privileges as a transmigrator without regret, the contents of the original work were also checked in the integrated library.

It was easy to find the part I needed because I had bookmarked it in advance.

[Bookmark 473 - Reminiscences of a sweet potato sprout #Mansion of Toys #Childhood #Battle Royale]

'Um, according to the original story, the young main character is suffering from poisoning and is still losing his stamina by fighting continually... As expected, if you planted sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes are bound to grow.'

When I was fully aware of the contents, Thesilid, who ate all of the chocolate tiramisu, informed me of an important fact.

"The energy of the Clown dolls has disappeared. I think we can go out."

It was when I carefully opened the closet door and left.

Ah! Sound test! Ah- Ah-! Can you hear me, children? Hide and seek is over!

Butler Rodrigo's voice came from somewhere.

When I looked carefully, a bronze ornament in the shape of a human face adorned in the fireplace had a moving mouth.

Well, let's see the results. Because there are a lot of stigmata, the situation in the east annex is the best. The West Annex, on the other hand, is disastrous. It must have been too much for the weakest silver-haired kid to do by himself. Anyway, congratulations to all the surviving children! Clap clap clap clap clap!

The bronze relief ornament gave a bizarre sneer.

"Let's hear it all before destroying it." (Thesilid)

"That's a good idea." (Eli)

Agreed, I picked up a fire poker and prepared in advance.

In that sense, I prepared dinner! We have prepared sweet treats that will fill your mouth with cavities, so please go to the banquet hall within an hour. Of course, there should not be spoiled children who are late for dinner, right? I believe there won't be, but just in case... Come on, everyone, take a look at the nearby fireplace!

We already watching, it was clean with no sparks.

Our Count Orsche's mansion boasts a centrally managed chimney with state-of-the-art air conditioning! What this means is that as soon as the banquet begins, Hellfire will pour out through all the fireplaces throughout the mansion! Except for the banquet hall.

Hellfire is a living flame, an atypical monster that burns everything on its path.

So if you don't want to be a cookie in the oven, you have to arrive on time. This is the end of the message! See you later, children!

Pussack!

As soon as the bronze ornament shut its mouth, Thesilid crushed it. My fire poker had lost its utility.

Thesilid shook his hands and made a serious face.

"What else are you scheming?"

The third game confirmed in the original is 'Playing House of Hallucinations'.

Children who put their mouths on a dessert containing hallucinogenic drugs from the demon realm fall into madness and are devastated.

"They will do something with the food. There are still a lot of children who were starving when we feel here, so they won't be able to stand the smell of freshly baked bread. We have to stop it."

"Is there a way?"

"Yes. Let's go."

Thesilid opened his eyes asking for an explanation.

I laughed as I thought of throwing water at the arrogant Butler demon.

"Let's go to the kitchen and make a mess."

Ghuooo...thud!

A giant teddy bear wearing a chef's hat and a frilled apron fell to the floor. The last monster here, the bear, was the chef.

"You worked hard, Thesilid."

I and Thesilid walked across the kitchen, stepping on the sprawled dolls. The workbench was lined with icing cookies and cakes in glamorous colors.

I cautioned Thesilid again and again.

"You can't eat it."

"Thanks to you, I don't want to eat anything because I'm full. The color is also unpleasant, it's like a poisonous mushroom. Is it really poisonous?"

"It's not poison, it's a hallucinogen. If you eat it, you become a maniac who attacks others."

"But how do you know so well?"

"Secret."

Thesilid stared at one side of the kitchen with a firm expression. His eyes were stuck in a bucket of cutlery. The knives and forks to be served were very sharply forged.

Even if he doesn't have to use great imagination, the future was obvious.

"Ellet, if you leave it like this, the other annexes will be a disaster. We have to go and stop it."

There was an agreement on the goal. But the method was the problem. I pointed to a realistic obstacle.

"We don't have much time left. It would be unreasonable to move to another annex, go inside and sweep the kitchen."

"..."

"This is not the time. We also have to go to the dining hall right now. The butler said that when dinner starts, he releases hellfire everywhere except in the dining room."

"Then, since we are going to the dining hall anyway, what about going to the dinner hall in another annex? Even if dinner starts, we can reduce the damage by keeping the children under control until the hallucinations are over."

Thesilid's heart to save at least one of the remaining three places was sincere. That's why he's the main character, albeit a pushover one.

"Well. The way to the other annex is uncertain. If we have a chef-class gatekeeper like the one we fought in the kitchen here, we can be in danger because of the delay."

"Ellet, I won't force you into danger. I'm going alone..."

Sweet potatoes are making the sound of mashed potatoes. He's a little kid who hasn't awakened his ability to return yet.

"By yourself? Do you know the way to another annex?"

"..."

"You don't know. You came to the kitchen because I was guiding you."

"Map...If you draw..."

"No paper. I can't do art and I don't want to."

"..."

"Don't even think about doing anything reckless."

Thesilid succumbed to my iron-wall stubbornness.

"Then...should we just leave it alone? Are you satisfied with the fact that only the dinner in the West Annex was stopped?"

"No."

"What? There's no other way, right?"

"I've never said we don't."

At that moment, a twinkling light returned in his sea-blue eyes. I started digging through the satchel.

"We don't have to go and save the children ourselves. In short, we just need to solve the hallucinogens, right?"

A string of herbal baskets that were much bigger than bags was dragged out by my hand. Of course, these were not traveling luggage, they were stored because of the expiration date.

"...You're actually here to smuggle herbs into the kingdom, aren't you? This could fill a full wagon."

"I got caught. You took a bribe earlier, so pretend you didn't see it."

The materials were sufficient, and this mansion-type dungeon boasts state-of-the-art air ventilation equipment.

Everything is perfect.

"Let's go play with fire, Thesilid."

A special monster lives in the house of Count Orsche, at the garbage incinerator.

It was an atypical monster that struggles to sustain fire by finding and burning skulls in a place where only ashes remain. At first glance, it looked like a bonfire and his name was Helverus, a 'Hellfire'.

It's been 200 years since Helverus left his warm hometown of Muspelheim and came to Orsche's mansion.

In the meantime, he has been in charge of burning his body to incinerate garbage, light a kitchen stove, and heat the mansion.

To be honest, working for Count Orsche wasn't a good job. He came here because he thought he would be fed three meals a day of high-quality firewood, but the only thing that was paid as fuel was dead bodies.

He even thought he should at least eat firewood once in a few decades.

This contract...if not...I want to go back to my hometown...

Today like many days, he was crouching with a hungry stomach. After a long time, someone knocked on the garbage incinerator.

"Helverus, when it's time, lit the house on fire. Except for the dining hall."

The butler of this mansion, Rodrigo. Was a very vicious bastard who only bossed others around.

I'm hungry...no power...

"Here you go, eat. It's a corpse."

The body of an adult who was not worth making into a doll was thrown on the ground.

I'm a vegetarian...

"Shut up, you degenerate demon! I'm going to throw you in Niflheim."

Niflheim was a permafrost town, the complete opposite of his hometown, Muspelheim. He absolutely hated cold places.

Helverus trembled and swallowed the corpse. The size of the flame was slightly larger.

Rodrigo gave another order before turning around.

"Oh, warm the bathwater too. It's disgusting that those tiny humans came in with outside dust."

...

It is pitiful that he has to prepare even the Butler's, who is not the lord, bathwater.

Helverus roared and blasted the embers through the hole in the wall. It was a plumbing hole connected to the bathroom. Now it was time to get to work. After gaining strength by burning all the corpses he crawled towards the largest pipe.

The first place he arrived was the dance hall, the only space located in the center of the first floor of the whole mansion.

The plumbing of the Count's house is designed to start from here and spread out to each annex to the east, west, north, and south.

Whoofss!

The soft feel startled Helverus, who slipped out of the fireplace.

Uh, huh? T, is this a special meal?...?

The fireplace, which should normally be empty, was filled with haystacks. Of course, there was no way Rodrigo would have prepared a special meal for him because of his personality, but he was very hungry, so he ate it first before thinking.

So-So good! It's delicious... !

How long has it been since he last had a vegetarian meal? It was not even cheap weeds, but the smell of healthy luxurious herbal scent was spreading.

Helverus roamed all the fireplaces in the dance hall and ate piles of herbs. His body, which was the size of a campfire at first, was as big as a fire dragon's breath and fluttered.

Helverus, who had eaten up the entire cart of dried herbs, burped. The smell of medicinal herbs came out black with smoke.

Oh...! Time is already...!

It went back into the fireplace and ran through the pipes like a runaway locomotive, puffing out black smoke. It was so full of energy that it was possible to spread the embers without stopping by the fireplace one by one.

Every fireplace connected to the pipe that Helverus passed through, poured out fire like lava. In addition to the pungent herbal smoke.

Thanks to this, the scent of detoxifying herbs filled the whole house of Count Orsche.

A total of eleven Sacred Sheep were caught in the dungeon burst, and they were currently scattered across the east, west, north, and south annexes.

The numbers assigned to each annex were 5 in the east, 1 from the west, 2 from the south, and 3 from the north.

The two in the south annex were Ephael and Hestio. They sat at the dinner table according to the rules of the game.

"Hestio, aren't you hungry because you were dragged into the dungeon the moment you were about to eat lunch? Come on, ah~"

"Why don't you clean that up?"

Hestio slashed Ephael's kindness of giving him a hot pink cupcake with a knife and the cake splashed to the floor.

"No, Hestio! Throwing food on the ground, won't you be punished by 'strict order and goodwill'?"

"Eat by yourself and get a reward."

"Ah, I wondered what would happen if I ate it."

"A bastard who is more like an enemy than an ally. What kind of dungeon subjugation I'm doing with this guy? As expected, I have to leave this party..."

Except for the two boys quarreling, the dinner hall was quiet. Nothing has happened since the dolls had served dessert half an hour ago. The fair Butler demon did not appear either.

Thanks to this, only the children were sitting in front of the dinner table. The children were generally wary of the food, but they were also hungry, drooling, and crying.

Ephael looked at the fork and knife and commented.

"It's sharp. I've got a rough estimate of what they're up to."

"It's best not to let other kids eat, but..."

"If we do, we won't be able to leave this banquet hall forever."

Because the mean demon will lock the kids here and won't let them go until he gets the show he wants.

Although Hestio and Ephael had different personalities, they had similar thoughts.

And by that time, there were some children who just run out of patience.

"I can't take it any longer!"

"Me too! I want to eat too!"

The children picked up the cookies and poured them into their mouths.

Desire is contagious. Even the children who had been holding back well, stretched their hands for the dessert while looking around.

At some point, the look on the children's eyes changed beyond gluttony, as if they were possessed. One dug up the cake with their hands and whipped cream was all over his forearm, another swallowed so many cookies that it was hard to breathe.

Eventually, a fight broke out over food.

"Give it up! I took this first...!"

The children opened their eyes out of focus and began to pick up forks and knives.

"Don't touch the food...It's all mine..."

"Sa-sausage...I want to eat sausage instead of cake... Where's the sausage...?"

There was a man, or a demon, who appeared as if waiting for this bizarre atmosphere of madness.

"Ohh! Looks like the game is just about to start In the South Annex!"

Butler Rodrigo appeared. He had freshly bathed and had a moist face flushed from the heat. He seemed like some kind of perverted for some reason.

"Now, the third game is 'Playing House of Hallucinations'! Forks, knives, plates, silver candlesticks, and more! There are a lot of playing house sets, so let's use these to kill people our age!"

Ephael and Hestio stood back to back.

Ephael wiped the fork where the cake had been taken before with a napkin and held it vertically in front of his face. Hestio crossed his arms, with one knife in each hand.

"Hestio, blessing please."

"When dealing with kids, let's stop using divine power as a fellow human being."

The children found Ephael and Hestio and approached them. It was a time when they were nervous thinking about the other kids rushing.

Whoofs!

There was a small explosion in the fireplace. The banquet hall was filled with smoke in an instant.

"Cough! Cough-Kuh-Cof! What! Didn't they clean the chimney properly?!"

Rodrigo had just washed up and was now covered with ashes. In the corner of the fireplace, Helverus looked at him.

When the strong smoke and the sound of coughing subsided, the situation in the banquet hall was quite different.

"Ugh, my head hurts..."

"What...? Why am I on the table and holding my knife upside down...?"

"Hey, someone stabbed my arm with a fork! Blood!"

"I-I'm sorry! I thought it was a sausage...Why did I..."

The children came back to their senses one by one.

"I think there's no need to fight anymore."

"I know, right?"

Hestio and Ephael bewilderedly lowered their knives and forks.

Only Rodrigo ran rampant.

"What! How did this happen! Why is the hallucination gone? Hey, Hellfire! You come here!"

...

"Hey! What is that smoke that you brought with you? What did you eat! Huh?!"

...

Helverus reduced his size to as small as a candle. He tried to exercise his right to remain silent, but every time the flame flickered, black smoke flew out.

"It's a detoxifying herb!"

Rodrigo, who was angry to the top of his head, stepped on Helverus recklessly.

"You useless firecracker bastard! Die! Just disappear like this!"

Ah, oh no! No...! I'm wrong! Please spare me...!

Pshhh!

Rodrigo was a fairly high-ranking demon. With a few stomping of his feet, Hellfire, one of the representative monsters of the demon realm, was extinguished in an instant. Only a lump of black charcoal, presumed to be its nucleus, was left in the place.

Crack!

Rodrigo even stepped on and crushed it.

Around the time he was about to sweep his bangs with a refreshing smile as if his anger had been resolved. He wrinkled his face again to see if something unusual had happened elsewhere in the mansion.

"Wait, what is the situation in the West Annex?! Psychedelic desserts weren't even served! Kitchen, kitchen! What are you doing...Hold on, why does the kitchen look like this!"

It sounded like the crackling of his teeth could be heard by miles.

Hestio and Ephael whispered.

"The West Annex is where Thesilid is. Do you think he had something to do with the detox?"

"No way. He's not the kind of guy who can fool people like this."

"As expected, right?"

"Of course."

They had earlier on defined Thesilid and cider were completely unrelated.

(Note: cider in here = a cunning slap backfilled with satisfaction on revenge. But it's usually about satisfaction.)

Around that time, something strange happened to Rodrigo.

"How dare...You are making me mad!"

His white hair turned red and flew upwards. It was the true face of a demon.

"...Ha, I was beside myself for a moment without realizing it. This can't be done anymore. I think the difficulty of the game should be raised sharply according to the level of the children."

His exposed gums and fangs were threatening like those of a wild beast.

"I will skip from the fourth through ninth games and go straight to the tenth game. The name of this game is 'A Spider Lily has bloomed'!"

The children made faces of what is that, but there was no kind explanation.

"Just to your knowledge, this is a traditional game in the history of the demon world. Playing games is all about learning."

Rodrigo tapped his finger, and black powder fell from the ceiling. The children were terrified and shook their heads.

Meanwhile, Rodrigo's fingers clicked again. This time, the banquet hall vibrated and a giant Mole doll appeared through the floor.

He looked like a gardener, wearing suspenders jeans, and a checked steamed bun hat.

"The tagger is here, it's the Mole Gardener! Let's proceed right away without a break. Game start!"

A Flower...has...bloomed... !

The mole doll leaned against the wall and vaguely recited the game name, then looked back.

"What the hell is this...Uh, wait! Y-Y-Your head... ... !"

"My head? What's wrong with my head...Oh? I can feel something!"

"Hey, it's sprouting from my head!"

Mole continued to be faithful to the tagger role.

The Flower has...bloomed...!

"I-It keeps growing! Aww!"

"What's this! I-I hate it! Mom!"

The black powder were seeds.

On the surface of the children's heads, a demonic plant that took root in an instant was sprouting and even flower buds were blooming. The growth rate was different for each.

Hestio with a cute green bud on his head looked back at Ephael.

"Ephael, why is there nothing in your head?"

"Really?"

"Yes. Because your head is a field of flowers, I thought it would bloom in bunches, but I was surprised."

"Thanks for the compliment. Anyway, if there's really nothing in my head...huh? Wait...I can feel something small right now."

"What? It's growing up, growing up. The more you pet it with your hand, the bigger it gets? Keep petting it."

In that state, the two looked at the Mole doll.

Flower...has...

Plant growth stopped while the Mole doll looked at the wall reciting the tagger's special lines.

Bloomed...!

The moment it looked back, the flower started growing again. However, when Ephael stopped moving his hand, the growth stopped again.

Hestio shouted around.

"Don't move! If you move when the Doll looks back, it will grow!"

"Oh, that's amazing I can't believe you already know the rules! Pretty good for a snooty br-, no, pretty good for a little lamb!"

Children with buds and flowers on their heads stopped moving. The dinner hall went silent in an instant.

The only thing that resonated in the stiff air was Rodrigo's excited voice.

"Right now, you have a Spider Lily seed infiltrated into your head. Whenever the tag catches a movement, it will grow quickly, take root, and flowers will bloom. Aren't you looking forward to seeing pretty flowers blooming in your head?"

"Hi-Hing...!"

"I-I-I don't like it..."

"The Spider Lily is the most loved flower in the underworld. Flowers of various colors bloom, but among them, dark purple is the best. It's a rare color that only comes out once in a thousand years, so I've never actually seen it. However!"

"Uw-UWahhh!"

"Hiccup!"

"You never know. Maybe some of you can grow a dark purple Spider Lily, right? I'll recognize this child's value as a flowerpot and save their life! So, get ready and make pretty flowers bloom!"

No one was tempted. The feeling of the roots tentacles, which gently groped the surface of the head, was terrible. Besides, even if it looks okay right now, as time goes by, the roots of the flower will dig into the head and feed on flesh and body fluids.

It was obvious that they would quickly turn into a doll when everything was over.

The children struggled not to move and were holding back even crying.

"Oh, I'll let you know in advance in case you have an ignorant but brave friend. If you try to forcefully pull out or cut the flower, the roots will dig deep into the skull in an instant. Be careful."

Ephael gently retrieved the hand that was holding the fork above the back of Hestio's head.

Another plan was needed.

"Hestio, what now?"

"Why are you asking something obvious? We need to go out of the dungeon and be treated by a cardinal-level healer. Do you want me to tell you how to get out of the dungeon? We just have to subdue the boss."

"Hmm, then I'll have to deal with the Mole and the butler first."

"Yes, that's right."

Hestio answered and placed his hand on Ephael's back to give a blessing, that is, to apply a buff.

"Ephael, go and bite!"

"...Uh, yes."

Contrary to the shaky reply, the movement was swift.

Ephael, holding a fork in his right hand, smashed the floor with his feet. In an instant, the distance between the Mole doll was reduced.

Flower...has...bloomed... !

"...!"

Flinch!

Ephael came to an abrupt halt stomping on his brakes. His eyes met the button eye sockets of the mole doll.

...

"..."

After a moment of silence.

You...moved...

"No way. You saw wrong."

Spoke! Moved! Grow up, head, head!

"Hey, don't yell that at my head!"

Said again! Grow up!

The flower buds on Ephael's head became as plump as about to bloom. His Spier Lily was a violet color the same as his eyes.

"Ah, that blonde kid is a bummer. As expected, I thought stigmata wouldn't be a good flowerpot."

Rodrigo sat cross-legged in his chair, watching the show.

"Oh, forget it! Just die!"

Ephael ignored the growth of the flower and ran towards the mole doll.

Gugugugu!

The fork loaded with divine power was blocked by the Mole doll's sharp claws.

Contrary to its dull appearance, its front paws were as fast as Ephael's attacks. As he was prioritizing evasion, it was not easy to get the timing right and deliver a powerful blow.

"Oh, that's annoying."

It was time for Ephael to step back and catch a breath.

Priority...change...!

The Mole's buttonhole eyes turned to the other side. It was Hestio.

The doll plundered at high speed and rushed to Hestio.

"Hic! Hey, punk! Why are you attacking me! I didn't hit you at all!"

"Oh-oh! All right, Hestio! Block it with your body to buy time!"

"Hey, fight properly!"

"I'm sorry. I'm not a tanker, I'm a dealer."

(Note: I mistook Ephael's role. He's the damage dealer, Thesilid might be the Tanker.)

The minimum number of a dungeon subjugation team is 4 people and consists of a tank, a dealer, a supporter, and a healer. In a situation where the tank cannot do its job, the healer is the first priority target, and the second priority target is the supporter.

As long as the buff was given, it was natural for the attack to concentrate on Hestio.

"Oh, dear. Wasn't the Vatican's final weapon the Sacred Sheeps? Why can't you use the power at all? Such a disappointment."

Hestio and Ephael shuddered at the bitter ridicule.

It was their first dungeon. They were embarrassed in many ways to suddenly engage in a real battle after fighting only with training-bred monsters until now.

Besides, the Mole doll in front of them was a middle boss of an S-class dungeon. It's equivalent to the boss of a B-class dungeon, so normally a raid of 6 or more people will have to deal with it.

Hestio, driven to a dead end, blocked the Mole doll's front claws with a knife.

"Hey, Ephael. I really didn't want to say this..."

"Is that a will?"

"Hey, shut up."

"Sorry. Tell me."

"I miss Thesilid."

"That's a will, all right. I will pass it to him."

"Shut up and fork hard!"

Rodrigo blew out a hateful cheer.

"Still, you guys are doing pretty well. The East Annex and the North Annex little lambs have already been wiped out. But here, with only one dealer and one supporter, you are still alive. That's great!"

"...!"

Hestio and Ephael were startled.

Annihilation of the stigmata in the east and north? So what about the west? Is the West annex where Thesilid was?

"Try your best. Well, it looks like you'll be following your friends soon..."

It was the moment when the devil spoke like a viper.

Kwagwag-wang!

The huge door of the dinner hall shattered and forks and knives flooded in. The Mole doll quickly moved away from Hestio.

"What!"

Rodrigo jumped up from his chair. It was also up to the butler to welcome the intruder, but he was astonished to find Thesilid in the doorway.

"Yo-you silver-haired lamb...! This is not the West Annex, why are you here?! How did you get over here in such a short time!"

Rodrigo's contribution to removing the body of Hellfire was very important.

"Hestio, Ephael, are you alive?"

Thesilid, with a golden flower on his head, ignored Rodrigo and sought out his friends. The intruder was not alone. Behind his back, a pink-haired girl poked her head out.

"Introduce me to your friends, Thesilid."

"...!"

Rodrigo's eyes widened to the limit when he saw Ellet.

A plump flower bud was saw on the top of her light-pink head.

The color of the petals, which showed off their presence by particularly scattering demonic energy, was dark purple.

For some reason, it feels like the eyes of everyone were more focused on me than Thesilid armed with the main character's buff.

The butler, who had exposed his gums towards Thesilid a while ago, turned his eyes toward me.

"Unbelievable! Dark purple! Is it really dark purple? I can't believe I'm the one who bloomed that precious dark purple! Maybe I have talent as a gardener?!"

The demon was talking nonsense thinking that I'm a flowerpot in his house.

It was an opportunity when Rodrigo was so moved that he lost awareness of everything else. Thesilid claimed the Mole doll's attention on him and dragged it towards the side of the hall that had no children to deal with it.

I approached the wounded stigmata. It was easy to recognize thanks to the white uniform.

Let's see. Black hair is Hestio, and blonde hair is Ephael.

"Hello, you are Thesilid friends, right? My name is Ellet."

I wanted to make a good first impression, but their expressions were wrinkled.

"Who is his friend?"

"Did he say that with his mouth? Friends?"

It seems to be an important issue to be addressed even in this situation. Then I must be serious, too.

"You aren't friends? Then you don't need to heal your wounds?"

I asked while waving the healing potion.

"He's my friend."

"That's right, my friend."

Their attitude was very flexible. They must have been friends that Thesilid needed.

Thud!

Ke-e-eek...

The Mole doll foamed from its mouth and collapsed. Following the West annex, Thesilid killed the mole in the South annex.

Even among the Stigmata, who were preciously raised in the Vatican, he was a protagonist.

The Doll fell, but Rodrigo didn't even care because his only interest was the flower in my hair.

"Whoa, dark purple...dark purple petals...! This is the best! If I decorate my office with that flowerpot...Hold on. Should I go to the dark auction house of the magic world? Or should I offer a bribe to one of the three great kings? Ufufufufufufu..."

Rodrigo, who had been struggling with vain dreams, spoke to me.

"Cute little pink-haired girl over there, what's your name?"

"Did you invite without knowing the guest's name? The butler is disqualified."

"Ah! Even with this Rodrigo in front of him, she has a bold personality! I'm starting to like not only the flower, but also flowerpot!"

Rodrigo's eyes widened.

"But if you're a lady, you'd better answer a gentleman's question politely. Otherwise, I'll pop the heads of these kids one by one until an answer comes out of that cute mouth...!"

"Ellet Rodellaine."

"Very good, Miss Ellet. Fufu..."

Ephael and Hestio looked angry as if they saw my quick change of tone as a surrender.

"Miss Ellet, I quite like you, so let me give you a special choice. Why don't you go with this Brother Butler?"

"What happens if I go?"

"After being changed into my favorite gothic Lolita dress, you will have the honor of saluting the great Count Orsche! Don't ask what happens next, because I haven't decided yet whether to hand you over to the auction house or give it to the Demon King."

After pretending to think for a moment, I answered.

"That's a pretty attractive suggestion."

"What?"

"Hey! Are you crazy?"

Ephael and Hestio, who were next to me, made faces that looked like their eyes would pop out. Thesilid was far away so I couldn't see his face, but I looked at Rodrigo, ignoring the reaction around me.

"Right? Right? Little Ellet, you also think so, don't you?"

"Yes."

"As expected, a lady's choice is wise. Well then, come over here and hold this butler's hand... ..."

"Instead, there are conditions. Release all the kids here."

"What? Well, that's a bit... ... ."

"You can't? Why can't you do that for a lady like me? Were you disqualified not only as a Butler but also as a gentleman?"

"..."

Rodrigo who had his pride wounded, trembled.

All right. If I scratch it a little more, I think I'll succeed. All the kids here get out of the dungeon, and I go straight to the boss room. Wouldn't this be killing two birds with one stone?

['The World-building God' notices your strategy and claps for your performance.]

"Can you or can't you? Come on."

"Fi-Fine! Instead, sign this contract that means you will do anything I ask in the future..."

It was then.

Shik.

A knife loaded with divine power flew and tore Rodrigo's contract and at the same time, my body was pulled back.

"Don't be ridiculous. I will never let this kid go."

...Ah.

This ambush wasn't part of my plans.

Thesilid, the righteous pushover, hid me behind his back, making the whites of Rodrigo's eyes turn red with anger.

"You rude silver-haired bastard! I cannot forgive you for ripping my sacred contract!"

"..."

"I have to set a good example for stigmata and other naughty brats. It's enough to keep only the pink flowerpot alive!"

Oh, the plan is a failure.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' says that boarding the express bus to the Boss room seems to be out of the question.]

I think so, too, Mr. Balancer.

As originally planned, we had no choice but to take the regular bus operated by Thesilid and his friends.

Rodrigo flew up to the ceiling.

"Just wait, children. I'll find out the price of my rare flower and come and play again! Until then, I'll send you the Grim Reaper, so you can just play hide and seek!"

He greeted me separately.

"Pretty flowerpot lady, I will prepare a dress and go pick you up. Goodbye for a little while!"

With a wink at the end, Rodrigo disappeared, and a Clown doll popped up.

"Hey! It's that doll from before!"

The children hurriedly scattered away to hide. Only me, Thesilid, Ephael, and Hestio did not move from the banquet hall.

Hestio came up to me, dryly striking the Clown doll.

"Hey, did you say your name is Ellet?"

"That's right."

"I see, Ellet. I'm afraid you are somewhat following along Thesilid steps and doing the same thing...Agh! Hey, why are you pushing people?!"

Thesilid cleared Hestio. But it didn't seem like the purpose was to save me from nagging.

"..."

"..."

Thesilid stared at me without a word.

['The World-building God' grumbles about as to why the little man is suddenly setting the mood.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' likes the little boy's angry face because he's handsome.]

It was. Thesilid had an expressionless look as if holding back his anger.

"Were you thinking of sacrificing yourself?"

No, I was planning on riding the express bus by myself.

Thesilid came a little closer to me, while I was exercising my rights to remain silent.

"You know what happens when you get dragged away by a demon? Demons are not called the devil for nothing. You'd rather die than suffer forever. How dare you make such an offer to the demon?"

It was then that his calm tone began to waver.

br"No one asked you to be a hero. You are not a saint, and you are not something special. There's no reason why you should sacrifice yourself for someone you don't know."

"..."

I was scolded by a ten-year-old.

['The World-building God' says the guy can't even use the return ability yet and still thinks he's special enough to look down on an S-Ranked Transmigrator.]

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' says that he seems to be talking nonsense while the discipline limit of his buff is exempted.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' feels that the weak mentality of the other gods, who comment on strange and nonsense things, was pathetic.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' grumbles that there is an error in the main character's setting of ethical values.]

The Inspector's message brought me to my senses.

Only then did I realize why I was so embarrassed that I couldn't say a word.

Thesilid just violated 'Humility' and 'Kindness', committed 'Anger', and denied the spirit of sacrifice that is equivalent to 'Charity'.

(Note: I looked up, and the right name is Seven Holy Virtues, I will fix the title later.)

It was an unimaginable violation of the rules for the usual Thesilid, but it was possible against me because of my privileges as a transmigrator.

'It's not always good to be exempt from rules.'

Thesilid's confession of his true feelings had a great ripple effect on Ephael and Hestio.

"Hey, Hestio. Did you hear that? Why is he speaking common sense out of nowhere?"

"I know. I'm feeling chills right now."

What is this reaction?

It's like I'm the one in charge of the pushover role!

I felt the need to fix the mood quickly.

"Okay. It's my fault. I won't do that again, so please relax your face."

"...Yes. Sorry for being angry."

Now that the conversation was over, it was time to reorganize. I looked at the Grim Reapers flying around and suggested.

"Let's go to a safe place."

I didn't forget to loot instead of Thesilid, who doesn't care about trophies and rewards.

I took by-products from the fallen Mole doll and saw something shiny in the fireplace, so I shoved it into my inventory.

After searching for a suitable place, we entered a guest bedroom. This time, instead of hiding in the closet, we moved the furniture and closed the door.

With the four of us sitting around in a circle, we decided to have a proper introduction time. Thesilid stepped out.

"I will introduce you. This is Ellet. She can do alchemy and she has many potions. And this is Hestio and Ephael. You can tell by looking at the clothes, they're also Stigmata."

"Nice to meet you both, Thesilid friends."

Ephael and Hestio's expressions wrinkled again. This time, it seemed that they were going to ask the person directly.

"Hey, Thesilid. Did you really say that we were friends with your own mouth?"

"That..."

Why are you hurting our little doormat?

It was then.

Gurgling. Gurgling.

The sound came from two different places with a little lag in between, making it offbeat.

"You're not friends? Then we don't have to share delicious food, do we?"

I took out a delicious sandwich and held it.

"We are friends. That's right, friends."

"He's my best friend. Best friend."

"Really? If you're his best friend, I'll give you another one. Eat a lot, Ephael."

"Oh, yeah!"

When I gave one more to Ephael, Hestio made an angry and sad face.

I can't be cheap with food, and with appropriate reason, I also took one more out for Hestio.

"Be good friends with Thesilid in the future."

"Okay. Rather, it is delicious."

"Would you like more?"

"Y-Yes!"

In addition, with the warm heart of a parent who takes care of their children, I brought out drinks and other types of food.

Thesilid watched the scene with a slightly strange look.

During the time to recharge our stamina, we talked a lot.

Topics went from my subspace inventory, which was as mysterious as the stomach capacity of growing children, and how to detoxify children who took hallucinogens.

"You said you carried a wagon of detoxifying herbs? How big is that bag? Buy me that, Hestio!"

"Shut up. Anyway, I knew it wasn't Thesilid's plan. He doesn't have the brains to do that."

"..."

After we finished talking about Thesilid, we had a meeting.

"What shall we do now?"

"We have to subdue the dungeon owner."

To Hestio's question, Thesilid answered firmly. Ephael sighed and said.

"I wandered around the inside of the mansion while we were playing hide and seek, but I didn't see any exit gates. After all, it seems true that the gate is controlled even before the boss battle takes place. External help is not an option."

Hestio also helped share information.

"Thesilid, you may be aware of this, but the stigmata in the East and North annexes were annihilated. I heard it from the Butler Demon."

"Then we are the only ones left."

The atmosphere became somber. The outlook was negative when we looked at the odds of whether we could subdue an S-class dungeon with just four children.

I pointed out the positive points.

"The combination is not bad."

Unlike the original, there is also an alchemist. My capability may be low in middle battle, but I'm quite a healer.

"And I also know the way."

Actually, we don't need to do anything else, we just have to hype up and go to the front of the boss room. Isn't it?

Perhaps my words had little encouragement power, for they had no effect on the renewal of the mood.

This time, Ephael stepped up.

"Ah, I'm not cut out for stuff like this. Why don't we just pray for the best?"

"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

"You never know. Maybe "strict order and goodwill" will grant a miracle? Just like the last time, we might get lucky and the Descent might come."

"Descent?"

When I asked back in surprise, Thesilid explained.

"Not long ago, a Descent of Divinity was sensed from the direction of the Kingdom of Vinchester. A new Saint has been born, so the church is looking for it."

"..."

Oh, this is probably...

['The World-building God' is proud to say that the reputation of its first devotee has already spread to neighboring countries.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' asks if, from their point of view, it might become heresy instead.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' says it's fake that they are looking for a Saint, and it's doubtful whether they actually dispatched a heretical judge instead.]

['The World-building God' shouts around asking who is heretical, arguing that those people are the ones that serve a god who already left home.]

As expected, it's about me. I asked carefully.

"What does the Church wants by finding that person?"

"Since it is a principle for those who awaken the Holy Spirit to obey the Church, they will be appointed as Saint or Saintess and then bear the responsibilities and duties accordingly."

It meant that I was going to donate my talent for the rest of my life. I did not want to eat the Vatican's meal ever again, so I decided not to use Descent of Divinity in front of others.

Of all things, a Saintess.

I glanced at Thesilid.

"Hm..."

"...Why are you looking at me like that?"

-No one asked you to be a hero. You are not a Saint, and you are not something special. There's no reason why you should sacrifice yourself for someone you don't know.

The words that he told me earlier about me not being a Saint were past the expiration date.

"Nothing."

"..."

Ephael picked his tempo again.

"Anyway, Plan A is subjugation. If that doesn't work, well, then we go ahead and move on to plan B."

"What is Plan B?"

"You also know it, Hestio. Kill them all and be the last one alive."

Ephael's tone was playful, but those were not words that should be disregarded.

I jumped up before the atmosphere subsided again.

"If you're done resting, let's go to the boss room before the flowers grow any further."

The flower on our heads could not be solved with a potion.

After getting rid of the Mole doll, the growth rate slowed down, but as time passed, it was obvious that the negative impact on the body grew.

"Okay, let's go."

The three stigmata stood up with wretched faces.

3rd floor of Count Orsche's mansion.

After defeating four mid-bosses, we arrived in front of the Boss room at the end of the corridor.

"Are you ready? Let's go in."

Ephael said while throwing away the potion bottle he drank.

After he found out that my potions tasted like fruit juice, I slightly felt like he was getting hurt on purpose.

"Ellet, when the battle starts, stay in the corner. Don't do anything that catches the Boss's attention."

Hestio took great care of me.

"Yes, don't worry, I will avoid you because you are the number one target for attack."

"..."

Thesilid, who played the role of opening the door like a dutiful tanker, said something as if trying to reassure me.

"As long as there is a dark purple flower on your head, he will not attack you. Then, I'll open it."

DORORORO!

The huge arch door split open and the gap widened.

[System You have entered the Boss room 'The Count's Office']

A huge mahogany desk occupies a seat in front of a wall full of books. Everything was big as if we had entered a country of giants.

Kugugugung!

With a vibration, the chair facing back slowly turned towards us. There sat a middle-aged gentleman with an oval body.

"You finally came. I was waiting for you."

It was a bonafide last-boss line indeed.

At the gloominess of omitting self-introductions, the three stigmata sheep flinched as if they were intimidated.

For me, the system introduced a middle-aged gentleman, but...

[System The owner of the dungeon, 'Count Orshu ███ ████' appeared above ████.]

What are those blinds? Is the system broken?

'World God, are you there? Why is it like this?'

There was no answer. Did he intuit about bug rewards he would have to give and go into hiding? Around the time my doubt started rising.

"Let's go."

"Yeah!"

"Bite it, Ephael!"

While I was distracted by a system error, the three of them rushed in.

"Wait, guys! Now I...what? They are fighting quite well, aren't they?"

At first glance, the aspect of the battle seemed to be the three pushing the Boss back. Count Orsche was only large in size, but his movements were slow and there were many gaps.

A fight in which they have the advantage. It was completely different from the original.

'Is it because I helped the three get in peak condition with potions and food?'

It was strange to think that way and to be proud of it, because...

'For an S-class dungeon, the Boss was too weak.'

After experiencing a few battles, my eyes developed quite a bit.

The Boss was slightly better than the Bears and Moles mid-boss we defeated today. Of course, he wasn't fighting properly, but I felt it was fundamentally not good enough to compare with Ardiman, who was an A-class dungeon boss.

Suddenly, an odd thing popped into my mind.

The entrance gate has been controlled from the moment we got into the mansion. What did that mean?

'No way...!'

Kugugung!

The heavy body of the egg gentleman fell to the floor and the expected congratulatory message of subjugation did not appear, of course.

"We did it...!"

"Hestio!"

As soon as I screamed his name, he instinctively retreated. A few strands of his black hair were cut off with a fraction of difference.

Krawnggg!

The place where Hestio had been until a while ago was completely sunk. As expected, they would attack the supporter first.

"Wh-what! Where is it!"

"It's not the time to look around! Everyone gather!"

The obedient children came back after hearing my shout. Thesilid looked around wary of our surroundings and asked.

"What the hell happened?"

I opened my mouth and stared into the air.

"Yeah, it was weird from the start. Why didn't we get a gate when we just entered the dungeon? If you think about it, it's quite simple. Because we've already met the Boss. Come out now!"

The answer came back.

"...Oh, my lady. You are also quite awesome!"

Jiying-.

The space opened with the waves.

A young man in a luxurious coat, not a tailcoat, appeared with his fluttering white hair.

He politely bowed his back.

"Hello again, everyone. I..."

[System Dungeon owner, 778th place in the Demon World, 'Rodrigo Orsche' has appeared!]

"I am the owner of this mansion, Count Rodrigo Orsche."

Rodrigo disguised as a butler, but he was the real Dungeon Boss.

The blinds above the corpse of the Egg Gentleman were also removed.

[Number 16738th in the Demon World, 'Gentleman who acts as Count Orcshe']

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' complains about how frustrating it is to finaly realize such a simple trick.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' says it's a pity that the realization came before the end and argues if only the 'The World-building God' hadn't given a hint.]

Rodrigo's energy, which revealed his true nature as an S-class Boss, was overwhelming. The crushed Ephael and Hestio seemed to be on the verge of kneeling.

Fortunately, Thesilid, the main character, and I, the one protected by the system, were fine.

Rodrigo's face observing me was flushed.

"Even if you're a small flowerpot, I'm starting to like you very much. It's the first time I've ever had my heart flutter...!"

"I'm sorry about that."

"Miss Ellet, I'll propose again. Why don't you stay here with me? I will give you the seat of the Count's mistress!"

"What?"

Is this becoming Ropan all of a sudden?

['The World-building God' is swearing at the pedophile.]

Rodrigo made serious plans all by himself.

"Don't worry about the opposition of my family. After all, I'm just a collateral, so even if I marry a human, they won't care. If you get a blood transfusion from a vampire, you too can become a full-fledged member of the Demon Realm. How about becoming Ellet Orsche starting today? What do you think?"

"Um, wait a minute. I'll think about it. But is this a proposal? No presents? A ring or something."

"Oh, the ring! Wait! There's a ring somewhere here..."

Thesilid, again, looked back at me in a fit of anger and I said a small whisper.

"I'm stalling for time. Share this with your friends."

When I handed the potion bottle, Thesilid silently did as he was told. Hestio and Ephael took the potion and drank it, making a desperate sound.

"The wounds are not the problem. We can't fight against a demon like that..."

"Yes, Plan A is a failure."

It was then that a cold light appeared in Ephael's eyes as if he had decided to do something.

"After all, I have no choice but to go with plan B..."

['The Spoiler Inspector' reveals a subtly anticipation of the original plot unfolding.]

For reference, in the original story, the Egg Gentleman kills Hestio, after which Ephael kills all the children that are still alive, and then takes his own life to send only Thesilid out of the dungeon.

It was a sacrifice disguised as a fake evil deed, saving the strongest of the stigmata for a greater cause.

As I was mulling over the original frustrating plot, Ephael said to me with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry, Ellet. There will be no pain. See you in heaven."

"Yes. Sleep tight."

"What? No, wait... Why am I suddenly sleepy?..."

Whoops!

"Ephael? All of a sudden...Oh, me too..."

Whoops!

I succeeded in putting Ephael and Hestio to sleep. There's no way I can reveal my identity to church officials.

['The Spoiler Inspector' is sorry for the development that deviated from the original.]

['The World-building God' cries out that the original work is extremely hateful.]

Only then did Thesilid ask back in surprise.

"Wasn't that a healing potion?"

"No, it was a sleeping potion."

"What?"

"I brought it with me because I was afraid I might not be able to adjust to the jet lag, but it was useful. Thanks to you, I stopped plan B. Thanks, Terry."

"..."

He seemed to be so shocked by the fact that he had put allies to sleep with his own hands, to the extent that he could not even react to the nickname I secretly called.

Oh, come to think of it.

"But Terry, why aren't you sleeping?"

"I thought it was a healing potion and made only the two drink it..."

"Oh well. I can't help it."

His altruism was an ambush to my plans, but now that it's like this, we have to fight together.

I patted Thesilid on the shoulder.

"Don't worry. We're going with plan C. It's a winning strategy."

"Plan C...?"

"You in the front, me in the back. End of strategy meeting. Let's go!"

"...Wait, what?"

"Go!"

"Yes."

He kicked the floor following my orders well like a paladin candidate who regards obedience as a virtue.

Only then, Rodrigo, who was looking for the ring in the desk drawer, turned to look this way.

"Huh? Why is the silver-haired lamb charging at me? Don't be ridiculous!"

It was the moment when Rodrigo raised the gentleman's cane and was about to unleash an attack.

"Descent!"

The phenomenon of the other day was reproduced. My feet floated in the air and my hair dyed silver, spread like wings.

Fshhhh.

The Spider Lily on the head could not overcome the strong divine power and burned out.

"What?! My fiancee, what is that body?!"

"Ellet...?"

Rodrigo and Thesilid, who were facing each other, looked at me.

I first made a barrier to protect Ephael and Hestio.

"Omnipotence. Mercury's Barrier."

[System The ultimate skill 'Mercury Barrier Lv.20 (+10)' is activated.]

I don't know why, but the skill level has risen.

Kugugugung!

The shape was also bigger and grander. It rose high and wide like...

"Castle wall?"

It was as Thesilid mumbled.

The manifestation of an anti-siege, war-class type defense barrier. A silver citadel was built behind me.

Rodrigo was horrified.

"This energy! That skill! Impossible! The one who killed Ardiman a while ago...!"

"Rumors travel fast in the Demon World. Yes, it is me."

No further conversation was necessary. I pointed at Rodrigo with my index finger.

"Omnipotence. Divine Punishment! Divine Punishment! Divine Punishment! Die, you perverted demon!"

CRAACKK-BOOOMMM-KRCUAKKK!

"Kuwaaaa!"

A thunderstorm fell through the ceiling of the office and hit Rodrigo with a direct hit.

It was a skill that crushed A-class Ardimant in one shot, but S-class Rodrigo was hit three times in a row and survived.

Staggering he said.

"Ah, my fiancee was a Saint..."

"Don't you dare say fiancee."

"Maybe you stole my heart to do this from the beginning...! Attacking this Rodrigo Orsche with the honey trap! To humiliate me by turning this body into a corrupt demon who fell in love with a Saint!"

"No, I'm not."

"I can't forgive you! How dare you play with this demon's innocence! I can't forgive you!"

Rodrigo rushed at me, flying with demonic energy.

I have to tie his feet.

"Omnipotence. Bond him."

Some startup words can be replaced with commands.

[System Advanced skill 'Crown of Thorns Lv.39 (+10)' is activated.]

Thorns grew rapidly from under Rodrigo's feet. A dry, pointed thorn bush without a single leaf rolled around Rodrigo's whole body and wrapped around his forehead in a Crown of Thorns.

The coronation of the Crown of thorns from the bottom up made Rodrigo falter. Meanwhile, I was preparing to launch an onslaught.

"ARGHH!"

But, overwhelmed by evil, Rodrigo escaped the thorn bush while bleeding from everywhere.

"...!"

The distance narrowed in an instant. Rodrigo rushed to me as I took a deep breath.

"You stole my heart so I will take your heart, Fiance!"

His cane charged with demonic power aimed at my heart, and the next moment when I held my breath.

Kwagwagwagwang!

"...You reject me again!"

The Barrier of Mercury, which was barely fixed, completely blocked Rodrigo's attack.

But I got frustrated.

What should I do? He's too close.

In order to attack from this distance, I have to collect the barrier, but I can't because I'm in the middle of a confrontation.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' makes fun of you for saying that close-quarters combat is unreasonable because physical strength and athleticism are F-class.]

['The World-building God' argues that only he can scold his first follower.]

It's a disadvantage for me if this drags on, I have to hurry and shake him off.

Fortunately, there was an easy way.

Kwagwang!

"This silver-haired lamb! This is my and my fiancee's problem! Don't butt in!"

Oh right! There was a tank here!

Thesilid turned Rodrigo's attention from me.

"Get behind me and attack!"

"All right!"

Thanks to this, I was able to focus on pouring out attack skills.

Then, Thesilid started to be overwhelmed, so I searched for a supporter skill when I was free and cast one.

"This will do, right? Omnipotence. Holy Hymn."

[System Intermediate skill 'Holy Hymn Lv.53 (+10)' is activated.]

The movements of the buffed Thesilid changed.

"No, what...is this a blessing? It's completely different from what Hestio used."

"Aaaah! Stigmata! How dare you!"

Rodrigo, who had been over half-baked in my thunderbolts, groaned. It's time to bring this to a close.

I tried the restraint skill again. I couldn't wrap Rodrigo in thorns as before, so I made a small cage, and this time he couldn't get out.

"How does it feel to go from being a predator to being prey?"

"Hey, this can't happen. This Rodrigo Orsche can't lose for two little children!"

"There is no remorse until the end."

I pointed at Rodrigo with my index finger and pulled it down.

"Omnipotence. Vanquish of Evil (斷惡)."

[System Ultimate Skill 'Vanquish of Evil.15 (+10)' is activated.]