A Transmigrator's Privilege

by Usui Takumii

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

12. 111 to 120

When I looked around, there was Rex, the leader of the Knights of Grace, surrounded by four spirits.

"Su-Support…!"

"Lea-leader!"

Ssack! Puoseok!

At that time, a sword flashed, and the bodies of the four spirits were sequentially cut in half.

Soon, a person appeared among the fragments scattered like broken pottery.

"Are you okay?"

"Te-Sir Thesilid!"

Truly a righteous hero. He has already started moving for his allies.

Thesilid immediately kicked the ground to run in the other direction. There were too many vulnerable allies who would survive only if he helped.

Of course, I wasn't just playing around either.

"Kyaaaagh! I don't want to die!"

"Arghhh! Save me!"

"Hi-Hiiiic! Do not come! Don't come…!"

Chararararara!

Puoseok! Sack! Puck!

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Hiic!"

Three scattered spirits were dealt with at once by unfolding my whip Sword.

"Serpens."

The stretched blades snapped back together again.

"Yo-Your Grace?"

The three rescued people couldn't take their eyes off my sword.

"Your Grace…that sword… … ?"

"My divine power skills are mainly wide-area. It is inappropriate to use during melee."

"B-But the light on the sword…"

"I also use a little bit of aura."

"…!"

They couldn't close their gaping mouths.

"Well, don't just sit there go fight."

"Ye-yep!"

The way the elementals attacked was quite annoying.

"My, my body is wet and heavy…"

"Yuck! Co-cold…!"

"Haaaa…!"

The fallen snow elementals attacked with their fingernail-like claws as if dancing around. Snow and ice were scattered in all directions as their dresses fluttered with a graceful spin.

They stuck to people's bodies and melted in an instant. The ice-cold water soaked the clothes and hair, penetrated the skin, and took away the warmth.

As time passed, the allies' movements slowed down.

From a distance, Thesilid's eyes met mine.

After exchanging gazes saying, "Let's do our best because you and I are the only ones we can trust." we started brandishing the sword even faster.

When I was freely roaming between allies and slashing the spirits, a familiar voice was heard nearby.

"Hey, Ephael! Why aren't you taking care of this weak supporter!"

"So, what did you do for these things to charge at you?"

"Shut up!"

While Ephael was busy confronting two spirits in front a shadow fell behind Hestio's back.

Kee Kee Kee!

"Ugh."

"Hestio!"

Sharp nails aimed at Hestio's heart and quickly rushed to pierce his chest.

But.

Kis…eek.. …?

In a moment of desperation, the spirit hardened as it was.

"Wh-what…?"

The moment when Hestio was taken aback seeing the spirit unnaturally wiggling only its fingers and neck joint as if it was out of order.

Pusssak!

The spirit turned into powder and Hestio muttered as if he had seen something.

"A string…?"

"You have good eyes."

"…!"

Hestio turned to me. With my left hand, I said hello as I retrieved the Spirit King's Harp Strings.

"How are you, Hestio?"

"Ellet…!"

I waved my hand over his shoulder as well.

"Hello to you too, Ephael."

"Sigh…"

Ephael, who had just killed two spirits, brushed his hair and let out a laugh like a sigh.

Various emotions were read in his purple eyes that were looking at me. Is it gladness, gratitude, and cheekiness?

While I finished the nearby spirits, Ephael spoke to me with a sly tone.

"I was going to stealthily approach you during the battle, but I didn't expect Your Grace to come personally."

"I came first because I was afraid you would be disappointed."

"But what is this about aura and swordsmanship?"

"It's a long story and there are a lot of eyes."

If we reveal our closeness through a long conversation, it's not me that gets bothered, but Ephael and Hestio.

"But there is one thing I want to ask, Your Grace. How come the little girl from 10 years ago appears out of nothing saying she was the Saint, making a mess of the Harvest Festival claiming to make her own order of paladins, and kidnapping Thesilid at the end?"

"What do you mean by kidnapping? We need to clear up the misunderstanding. Talk soon, the four of us."

"It's a promise."

As I thrust my sword into the head of one of the elementals, I looked back.

"Is Hestio okay with this?"

"…Her Grace the Holy One asked to meet, what can I do?"

I laughed, thinking that the harshness was still the same.

"Let's get together as friends."

"…"

"Ah, you guys are strict with the standards for friends. All right. Then let's do something like a toy mansion reminiscence gathering."

"…Okay. Talk to you later."

"Yes. Take care of yourself."

He pretended to be reluctant to answer, but Hestio's expression and voice had lost its roughness.

Tapping him on the shoulder with my left hand, I left.

Chararararara!

I started to annihilate the spirits in earnest.

I also took an elegant step together among the elementals who attacked like dancing. It was a good time to use the 'Dance of Annihilation', a footwork skill obtained from killing Grelius last time.

I lightly kicked off the translucent ice floor and burrowed into the enemy camp. At the same time, extending my right arm straight out like a sword and cut everything in front like sweeping the floor.

Whirik.

Whip sword Serpens extended horizontally and drew a graceful arc.

Kikkik…!

As soon as the blade that drew a curve cut deep into the hearts of several elementals, I stepped back and turned my body.

The whip sword with rotational power expanded the area of predation. In tandem, I stepped on the next step at a fast tempo as if dancing.

Tadak!

The whip sword, which was drawing a spiral, began to bend in various ways like a long ribbon string held in a dancer's hand.

Flexible and beautiful trajectory, filled with destructive power.

Susasak! Skwauke! Pursouk!

…!

The elementals within range were shattered and disappeared without even screaming.

"Yo-Your Grace…Hee!"

Pusssak!

I also killed the elementals that were aiming at the knight who was mesmerized by me.

"Be careful."

"Ye-yes!"

The recovered whip sword was deployed in a different direction. Every time I took a step, at least a few and at most a dozen spirits fell down at once.

It was truly a dance of annihilation.

This devastatingly beautiful footwork was very compatible with the whip sword skill 'The Snake's Hunting Festival'.

While my two legs roamed freely in the melee, I bit and hacked at the spirits with my blade.

And finally, the long battle came to an end.

Hee…Hee…hee…! Kiek!

Pusssak!

The last snow elemental was pierced by my sword and shattered.

"W-won…"

"It's over…"

As soon as the scattering powder disappeared, the Paladins sat down. It was a fierce battle, so everyone would be at their limits.

I looked around the knights and said so that everyone could hear me.

"It seems that there are no fatalities. Injured raise their hands."

"…"

They hesitated but raised their hands and I treated them right on the spot.

At the same time the knights were buzzing as if surprised by the range and effect of my healing skill.

Someone said in a reasonably clear voice.

"I-If it wasn't for Her Grace, I might have died…"

At least you know that.

Agnes it too…

…Guess she's saying what I want to say instead?

Surprisingly, other knights began to sympathize.

"Right…If it weren't for that silver barrier in the first place, I would have died long ago when the ice stalactite fell."

"Even the elementals were almost entirely finished by Her Grace and the owner of the Holy Sword…"

"I can't believe that besides so much divine power, she even has the highest level of Aura Expert."

"I-It's the Holy One for a reason…"

['The World-building God' is proud of the situation where evil-cult church members recognize your class.]

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' seems to feel relative deprivation by your OP skills.]

People's interest was a little prickly. Pretending not to know and not to notice, I approached Thesilid.

"You worked hard, Terry."

"You too."

"Where are you hurt?"

Before I could hear an answer, I scanned his body from top to bottom, from front to back. I took one last look at his handsome face, and he flinched taking a step back.

"I'm fine."

"…It seems so. You weren't even wet."

My voice came out a little crooked. Why do you have to embarrassingly avoid people so openly?

Then there was a call to divert attention.

"Sir Senail!"

The person who caused the trouble popped out in front of Clovis with a contemplative face.

Seeing the knight on her knees shaking and trembling was no different from a condemned prisoner on the execution ground.

Clovis swallowed the words that swelled up to his throat several times before spitting them out.

"Did you understand that two orders of knights were almost annihilated because of your complacency?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"There will be no avoiding severe punishment for this mistake. When the subjugation is over, prepare yourself!"

"Yes…Leader…"

Then, Rex said a word as if tossing it.

"Lord Clovis, you will have to take responsibility as the leader as well."

"…I know. But what's the use of saying that now?"

The gazes of Rex and Clovis met in midair.

"Even if only the strength to breath is left in your bodies you have to have a fight of factions."

"…Your Grace."

The two captains stopped their standoff and gently lowered their eyes.

"Discuss disciplinary action after the subjugation is over. Right now, I think you should take care of your subordinates first. Everyone is shivering from the cold."

The Knights needed a break. However, Thesilid and I were relatively unharmed, so I felt that the leaders were not giving orders because they were walking on eggshells.

Looks like they have an awareness they are holding us back.

I had no choice but to spoon-feed them.

"Since the body is wet, there is a risk of hypothermia, and they will be hungry because the body has consumed too much energy. It's almost five hours since we came inside, so we'd better take some time to regroup. Let's warm up, eat, and then set off again."

Clovis and Rex shouted in delight.

"Did you hear everything? Do what Her Grace says!"

"Yes! Your Grace!"

For some reason, the title given in the roaring reply was not 'Leader' but 'Your Grace'.

Bonfires were lit here and there. The knights, both men, and women took off their clothes to dry and wrapped themselves in blankets.

Once more, I thought it was regrettable that there was no wizard.

If there were a wizard who handles water, everyone would have been able to dry the clothes right away.

'Wizards have really good utilities.'

Just as I was thinking about recruiting a talented wizard.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' proposes to seduce the owner of the Wizard Tower.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' laughs insidiously and says the owner of the tower is one of the preferred jobs for a male lead in Rofan.]

I kept a straight face.

'Ms. Libra, did you forget who is in charge of the Wizard Tower in the 17th episode?'

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' flinches.]

Based on her reaction, I thought the next comment would be normal.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' cautiously adds that being the last boss can also be an attribute of a male lead.]

…Doesn't this seem a little over the line?

['The World-building God' gets angry, telling 'The Scales that Judges the Soul' to not act like a romance addict.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' proudly replies asking what's wrong with romance addicts.]

"Eli, come here."

I turned my head at the friendly voice.

Before I knew it, Thesilid, who had started a fire and made a place to rest, was waiting for me.

"We are lagging behind schedule."

"It's no big deal."

It's not good to waste time because of the shards, but I wasn't ruthless enough to leave the subjugation party in a dangerous place by themselves, let alone Thesilid.

"You're hungry, right? Let's eat something."

"Well, there is a shard in my mouth."

"Ah."

My hand stopped rummaging through the satchel bag.

"It's okay, Eli. Don't mind me and eat."

"It's a flimsy excuse but, let's eat something delicious after the subjugation."

"Okay."

Thesilid smiled as if he was really looking forward to it.

He smiles a lot these days. He doesn't have eyes like a dead fish anymore.

Maybe Agnes doesn't like to look at men's faces. It's amazing how she can criticize the most handsome man in the world without hesitation.

When I was choosing a simple menu with the intention of eating only enough not to feel hungry for the time being.

"Your Grace."

Clovis and Rex came looking for me with embarrassed faces.

"I think it will be difficult to implement your order because there is a problem."

"What's the problem?"

"As everything got wet, it seems that supplies were contaminated with demonic energy."

It happens often.

It was common for a space transition stone contaminated with demonic energy to be damaged and send people to the wrong coordinates, or for the effectiveness of healing potions to be halved.

That's why items like my satchel bag, which prevents demonic contamination, were very rare.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace."

"No, it's not something the captains should apologize for."

It wasn't even something to worry about. Just in time, a good means of solving the food shortage came up.

"Is it time to show the miracles of five loaves of bread and two fishes?…"

"What?"

"How many are there in total?"

"There are 59 people including Your Grace and Sir Thesilid."

"All right."

Clap, clap!

I stood up and clapped my hands to draw attention.

"Come on, let's get ready to eat!"

"Your Grace?"

I rummaged through my satchel bag and took out the picnic basket I received as a quest reward yesterday.

Oh, you're finally using this.

['The World-building God' is pleased.]

I thought it would be nice to have warm food, so I choose a steaming stew and grilled skewers to put in the basket, closed the lid, and opened it.

Everyone just tilted their heads until I handed the food to Rex, who had an expression of 'what the hell are you doing'.

However, when I took out another identical menu and handed it to Clovis, the atmosphere changed dramatically.

"What?!"

"I'm sure you put only one set in earlier?!"

I held a skewer of meat in each hand and told everyone.

"I'll hand them out one by one. Stay in your seats."

"Yes, your Grace…!"

For some reason, everyone seemed to have tears in their eyes.

There was no particular reason for serving the food by hand without asking each person to come out to receive it. Everyone was drying their clothes and bodies and concentrating on restoring their physical strength, so shouldn't someone who can afford to move, do it?

I started with the Knights Templar.

Hestio, who received the food, said in a low voice.

"The skill to train others with food is still the same."

"The taste of the food is also still the same. Enjoy."

Ephael deftly joked.

"If I say that Thesilid and I are best friends do I get another one?"

"Hestio will nag about it so no."

I went over to where the Knights of Grace were gathered in twos and threes.

"Ah, Lord Helcion O'Dreck."

"…"

A blond-haired, blue-eyed man who was in the middle of forced silent practice, looked up at me with sad eyes.

Seems like I can't postpone it anymore, so I released the debuff out of mercy.

"Ah…ahh…"

He did vocal training like a mermaid prince who regained his voice. Then he knelt down in front of me.

"Th-thank you! Thank you so much, Your Grace!"

"Oh, you are using formal speech so well. The silent practice seems to have a good effect, so in the future…."

"Sorry! I won't do that again! Please forgive me!"

I think he is really going to cry. It seems that there were many difficulties.

After serving food, I returned to Thesilid. As I sipped Greek yogurt into my mouth, pleasant words flowing from here and there tickled my ears.

"Oh, it's delicious…The taste of a meal eaten after barely escaping death is the best…"

"Her Grace is a very nice person…saving us and feeding us like this…"

"Hey, who said our Grace was bullheaded and had a bad personality? No matter where you look, she's a bonafide Saint…!"

The time for reorganization came to an end.

Using the recovered stamina as fuel, the unit started moving again.

When we climbed the unusually long staircase and stepped onto the third floor, a grand arched door was found at the end of the hallway.

We finally arrived in front of the Boss's room.

"Only I and Sir Thesilid will enter. Everyone else, stand by outside the door."

"Yes! Your Grace!"

This time, neither of the two captains was talking nonsense about support and cover.

Thesilid and I stood with our hands on either side of the archway door.

"Terry, are you ready?"

"Of course."

"Good. Let's go."

We pushed the door at the same time.

Kiiiiw.

The door opened and a bright light shone through the crack. A magnificent banquet hall of ice appeared in front of us.

A huge mirror was rotating like an astronomical constellation on the ceiling, which was so high that you could only see if you bent your neck.

It was the Mirror of Ugliness.

I feel like my left eye which had the shard was hurting.

Tap, tap.

We went deep inside and stood in the center of the hall. The door slammed behind us, and a blue stream of air formed high above our heads.

Whii-yyy!

[System 'Emelania, the Fallen Snow Queen' ranked 401st in the Demon World, has appeared.]

She descended to the ground and landed like a flower in the wind.

…

She was bigger and more colorful than the alter ego outside the castle. The high crown, neck collar, and royal scepter showed the dignity of a ruler.

But her lines were terrible.

Ah, Kai. To come back to me as such a beautiful young man. It was worth patiently waiting for a long time.

We ignored it and had a little briefing prior to the raid.

"Ah, Emelania has two phases, and the second one is the real deal."(Terry)

"Yes, I know everything about the target. Don't worry."(Eli)

"I feel reassured."

['The Creative Business Manager' likes short meetings.]

While summoning the Holy Sword Libra, Thesilid said.

"I'll do it alone until she turns over the first phase."

"Because of aggro? But it will take a long time."

Why is it a regular practice to subdue an S-class dungeon with multiple people? It was because of the demand for damage that is difficult to deal alone.

There are ways for me to pour heals on him so he doesn't mind injuries and just focus on tank and deal. But even so, it's still difficult for him to match the amount of damage by himself, and from the moment I overuse heal, the aggro has no choice but to bounce off to me.

Thesilid seemed to have other plans.

He said, taking a stance to run towards the boss at any moment.

"You know the shortcut, right?"

"…Can you do it?"

"Yes. Just trust me."

Oh, what is it! Let me know!

When Agnes got annoyed by the excluding conversation between the regressor and the transmigrator.

"Then I'll go."

Thesilid's legs kicked the ground. It was the beginning of the battle.

Kai, welcome.

Emelania welcomed Thesilid with wide open arms.

Thesilid, who had narrowed the distance to her in an instant, leaped toward her gigantic body.

The tip of his sword aimed at the heart made of ice.

Chaeng!

Kai…? Why…?

Emelania swung her scepter and struck off the sword with a surprised look on her face.

Thesilid corrected his stance and charged again.

Kugugun!

A thick wall of ice blocked Thesilid's path and protected Emelania.

Geugguk!

The ice was crushed with sparks. Amidst those brutal sounds, Emelania spoke affectionately.

Kai, why are you doing this? Don't do that, come to me. You loved being held in my arms.

"…"

Ah, yes. I can't treat you like a child anymore. Then it's okay for you to hug me!

"…"

It's okay, come on! Don't hesitate!

…Oh, I really can't hear it.

Ellet, calm down.

"Ah yes. Agnes. Huff."

I must have loaded Serpens with aura without realizing it.

Agnes asked.

But what is the shortcut he mentioned earlier?

"Ah, that. No big deal."

Kwakwawang!

The Holy Sword Libra pierced the ice wall. Amidst the scattering ice shards, Thesilid swung his sword at Emelania.

Chae Ku-cheng!

The royal scepter and the holy sword collided, and an ear-tingling resonance wave shook the hall.

I continued my words without taking my eyes off the battle.

"He's going to enrage her."

That's the basics of being a tanker.

"Not that, it's a provocation with his mouth."

What?

It sounds like a joke, but there's a serious reason for it.

"The spirits are very pure. If you touch their emotions, they easily go out of control."

Kiriririri!

The royal scepter and the holy sword scratched sharply against each other. Mana and aura created sparks by repeating collisions and offsetting attacks.

Ho-ho…well, it's a valid plan. But can he do it well? Talking and taunting?

"We'll have to wait and see, right?"

Thesilid opened his mouth just in time.

"Emelania."

I doubted my ears a little. This was because the voice containing the Queen's name was as gentle as the spring breeze.

Ah, Kai! Kai called my name!

Emelania exclaimed with emotion as if she had forgotten that now they were fighting against each other.

"Yes, Emelania. I have something to tell you."

Yes, go ahead and say it! Let me hear your voice! Call my name! If possible, the nickname Lania!

However, the ecstasy that spread across the Queen's face faded in the next moment.

"I have another woman. Please break up with me now."

…

After a brief pause.

WHOOOOOOAHHHH!

A terrifying air current blew around Emelania. The fierce snow wind pushed Thesilid's body away as if tossing him out.

[System Warning. 'Emelania' gets angry and the phase is forcibly moved on!]

Agnes dejectedly murmured.

This was one hell of a hit.

Thesilid, who withdrew, turned to me and smiled as if to ask for praise.

"Eli, now it's your turn."

"Yes, good job."

Swoop.

I covered my right eye with my free hand.

The appearance of the boss, which was only seen through the left eye containing the mirror shard, was a little different.

Kyaaaaaagh! I can't forgive you! I can't forgive you!

Another Emelania was attached to Emelania's back like a Siamese twin. It had a body black as obsidian, a grotesque face, and howled like a specter.

"Can Agnes see it?"

No. But I can feel it. What the hell is that?

"It's Emelania's corrupted inner self. We have to get rid of that to subdue the Boss."

The reason why I put a shard piece in my eye is to effectively crush that spiritual body.

I can't forgive you, Kai! You betrayed me! Aaaagh!

The inner self struggled, unable to control her resentment and anger. But there was no attack.

What her mind wants to attack now is Thesilid.

However, due to the nature of the inner self clinging to the back of the physical body, she could not attack the opponent located behind her.

In other words, the inner self is now in a punching bag state, and Thesilid is safe from the attacks because he's in front of Emelania's physical body.

Chararara!

I unfolded my whip sword. It was time for an 'all you can deal' banquet.

Kyaaaaaaagh! Kai! Kai! Why can't I see you! Aaaagh!

The whip sword flew like a whip and mercilessly broke the inner body here and there. But the inner self only called out for Thesilid even if she suffered from pain.

Sreung!

I felt sorry to fight so one-sidedly against an opponent, so I decided to send her away as quickly as possible.

I pulled out Europa with my left hand and attacked with two swords.

Meanwhile, Agnes, who was watching Thesilid, murmured admiringly.

That guy is good at tanking.

Emelania's sight range was very wide, around 270 degrees. Therefore, if you deviate more than 90 degrees from the front, both the inner body and the physical body will attack you.

Thesilid was controlling the radius of movement to prevent an attack of the physical body from coming to me.

As evidence of that, a feast of 7th Circle Ice attack magic unfolded on the side where Thesilid was, with blizzards blowing and ice stalactites falling, but on the side where I was, it was very peaceful.

['The World-building God' praises the great tank shuttle.]

(Note: for Korean slang, the shuttle is the person who is usually in charge of doing something every time. We all have that friend we always drag to play a game so we could get a prize or level up, that's a Game shuttle. The same with data, there's always that friend we ask to share cell phone data when ours are done for, that's a Data shuttle.)

As a result, I trusted Thesilid and just dealt damage without thinking.

Thanks to Thesilid's tanking and my extreme deal, the raid was over within 10 minutes of starting.

Pusseok!

Kyaaaaaaaaaaa..…!

Ahhhhh! Nonsense!

The Inner Queen was cut in half by Europa which was lifted high in the sky. Then the physical body leaned sideways, shedding black tears.

Pachang!

Her dark blue body broke apart into hundreds of millions of ice crystals just before it hit the floor. Countless crystals diffused the light that hit them and disturbed our field of view.

While sighing and lowering my sword, Thesilid came to the side.

"I can't believe is over already. One of you is better than a 12-man raid squad."

"Who are you comparing to what?"

"Oh, excuse me, that's not what I mean. Anyway, thank you for the hard work."

"Terry, you too…ouch."

My left eye stung.

The mirror shards in my eye and the shards in Thesilid's mouth were sucked up into the sky. They were woven into The Mirror of Ugliness floating under the ceiling. The finished mirror flashed and gave off an unpleasant light.

[System Congratulations! You have defeated 'Emelania, the Fallen Snow Queen', ranked 401st in the Demon World.]

It's over. Now, all that needs to be done is loot and leave… Huh? What are you doing?

Thesilid and I stood with our backs to each other, swords in hand. It was an obvious alert stance.

I said to Agnes, who was puzzled.

"It's not over yet."

What?

In the message to inform me that we subdued Emelania, there was something missing.

The line 'Owner of the Dungeon'.

"The Snow Queen is not the Boss. The real Boss…"

Pat! Tak! Pababat!

Seven full-length mirrors were created near the high ceiling. Among them, a figure came out through the one in the center.

[System The owner of the dungeon, 'Mirror Princess Anaxia' ranked 353rd in the Demon World, has appeared.]

"…It's the demon that corrupted the Queen."

"Bingo!"

The voice I heard was that of a lively girl.

"Hello, humans? I am Princess Anaxia Pelhemstein. Thank you for bringing back my treasured mirror."

A teenage girl wearing a Gothic lolita dress with purple hair tied in pigtails smiled.

Thesilid and I straightened our swords.

"This is the real beginning."

"Yes."

Starting from the 300th rank in the Demon World hierarchy, the difficulty rises sharply. I had to be on alert.

Right then, Anaxia raised both of her hands and pretended to be exaggeratedly surprised.

"Oh, don't do that. I have no intention of fighting you guys right now."

"What?"

"Since I found the mirror, I have no other regrets about this cold castle, and I am too busy to play with you guys. Therefore…"

Tak!

Anaxia snapped her fingers.

Kugwogwogwo!

A huge vibration came up through my ankles, it was an ominous shaking.

"No way…"

"Yes! This dungeon has just been closed."

No, how can you make such a demolition in an instant?

It was a completely different flow from the original. Anaxia smiled at Thesilid and me who were taken aback.

"You both should know how lucky you are. Right now I have to go to the auction house in a hurry."

"Auction house? You mean Marquis Gibrilte's secret auction house?"

"Oh, my. You are a mere human being but, do you know the black auction house, silver-haired brother? That's right. This time, I heard that real black and purple Spider Lily came in!"

"…You demons still like those flowers."

"Hahaha, rather than liking it, we're obsessed with it. Obsession is the virtue of the devil, isn't it?"

A closing gate was created where Anaxia turned around.

The gaudy, deep-dark red gate indicates a path to the Demon World.

Anaxia put one of her legs in it and waved her hand.

"Then, goodbye. See you again next time if we have a chance!"

Surururu.

[System The owner of the dungeon, 'Mirror Princess Anaxia' ranked 353rd in the Demon World, has left.]

Thesilid and I couldn't stop Anaxia, and since she closed the dungeon, neither of us had time.

Kugogogogung!

An ominous vibration reminded me of that fact again.

"Let's hurry up, Terry."

After searching through the wreckage of Emelania, I looted the spoils and opened the doorway of the boss room.

"Your Grace! Sir Thesilid!"

"To think that the subjugation has already ended…!"

The resting knights jumped up and greeted us. However, the hour was urgent.

"The dungeon was forcibly closed by the real owner of the dungeon! We have to get out of here!"

"What? Real owner? Closing…? What are you talking about, Your Grace?"

"The Ice Castle will soon collapse! More on that later! Run after me quickly!"

"…!"

Kugogogogung!

The vibration shook the ice castle once more as if urging everyone at the right time.

Whodududud. Parss.

Dust fell from the ceiling and cracks formed in the walls. Only then, everyone seemed to realize the situation.

"Al-All knights, attention! Run after Her Grace and escape the dungeon!"

"L-Let's do the same as Her Grace! Run!"

"Ahh! The castle is collapsing!"

"Wait for us, Your Grace!"

"Follow Her Grace!"

Demonstrating superhuman strength, everyone went back the way we had come at incredibly high speed.

Kugoong! Wow! Kwagwagwang!

Everyone ran for dear life.

It was not simply the collapse of a building, but the collapse of the space, so getting caught up was the end.

Before I knew it, we passed through the grand hall on the first floor and came out to the courtyard. Looking back, the Ice Castle was collapsing like dust from the edge.

"I see an exit gate ahead!"

It was Clovis' cry.

Just in time, a gate was created in the middle of the bridge across the moat. It was an exquisite stroke of luck.

I immediately practiced the right attitude of a religious person.

'Thank you, World God! Amen, amen!'

['The World-building God' is embarrassed because he didn't do anything.]

I stopped by the gate and shouted at the knights following me.

"Hurry up everyone!"

"Aaaaaaa!"

"I will live!"

The knights jumped into the gate with all their energy. I counted the number of people who passed by the gate like a teacher in charge.

Fifty-seven people. There was one missing person.

Thesilid?!

"I knew this would happen, that buffet of sweet potatoes!"

I nervously grabbed my left hand and made motions to pull something.

The Spirit King's Harp String was pulled tight.

After a while, Thesilid, which turned its back on the castle just before it disappeared, was found at the end of the bridge.

"Sorry. I stayed in the rear to make sure no one was left behind."

"Just run for it!"

Kwagwagwang!

The center of the bridge I stood on began to collapse.

Ellet!

Right then I felt a firm arm snatching my waist and in the meantime, my vision was engulfed in light.

The subspace spat me out into the real world. Only then did I realize that I had passed through the gate safely.

"Sigh…"

A long breath came out of itself as the tension was relieved. Looking around, the knights seemed to be of the same mind, sitting down on the ground and consoling each other.

"Oh, god…"

"Li-lived."

"Ha, we almost fell into the garbage dump in the Demon World…"

I glanced up to the side.

Thesilid's face was clean, showing no signs of any tension of losing his life to a dangerous situation.

"Is it because you're a regressor?"

"What?"

"No, it's nothing."

I waved my left hand.

Then, the Spirit King's Harp String, which had been tied to Thesilid's left arm to prevent missing children, was recovered.

"Thank you, Eli."

"Glad you know it."

Then Clovis and Rex, who had finished catching their breath, came this way.

The two captains looked at each other, and one of them opened his mouth reluctantly. It was Clovis.

"Your Grace, congratulations on successfully completing the first subjugation."

"Thank you. The Sirs also had a hard time following me."

"Now that we have to report the subjugation to the Council of Cardinals, how about returning to the Vatican with us?"

I could feel the fear that I would disappear again taking only Thesilid with me.

I laughed lightly without even realizing it. Perhaps interpreting my reaction incorrectly, Rex hurriedly stepped forward.

"A residence for The Holy One has been carefully prepared inside the Vatican. You will love it when you see it."

"Well, I don't know about that. Are you going to give me a single room for priests on probation like last time?"

"…Hick."

"It's just a joke."

"Haha, yo-you are a mischievous person, Your Grace. Ha ha ha ha ha."

Last time, I only escaped from the Vatican because the aftereffects of Descent of Divinity could not be discovered.

This time, there was no particular reason to not go to the Vatican. As Clovis said, there was also the matter of meeting the Council of Cardinals.

"Hmm."

When I was pretending to be worried about what to do, Thesilid stepped up.

"With all due respect to the Holy One, I will personally take her to the Vatican. The two Orders of paladins should return first."

"Thesilid."

"Hold on, Sir Thesilid. Why do you have to…"

Clovis and Rex called him sternly as if asking why he was sticking his nose in someone else's business. If that's the case, I can't help but take sides.

"Our Sir Thesilid says so. You can go first, Captains."

"…I understand, Your Grace."

"I would appreciate it if you could return as soon as possible…"

"Yes, I won't stay out overnight."

Clovis and Rex looked really relieved with just this promise. Apparently, I am the Saint with the lowest expectations ever.

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' says that you have done well to make a bad first impression from the beginning.]

['The World-building God' demands correction of treatment by overpowering them.]

The Knights Templar and the Knights of Grace lined up and politely bowed to me.

Soon, the transition stones were broken here and there in the groups, erasing their appearance from my sight.

Alone with Thesilid, I looked up at him.

"Do you have something to say?"

Thesilid smiled instead of affirmation and started to talk.

"About the next dungeon."

"Yes."

"Can I choose it?"

"Of course. Which dungeon do you want to go to?"

In fact, there are only a few S-class dungeons open at this point.

Among them, if it is a dungeon that makes the protagonist of the 17th episode motivated to move first…

Thesilid's lips twitched and I silently nodded my head at the expected answer.

Upon returning to the Vatican, I was immediately summoned to the Council of Cardinals to report on the subjugation. The two knight captains, Clovis and Rex, were also there on standby.

The Hall of the Council of Cardinals had the feel of an amphitheater.

A total of 10 people, five each from the Ministry of Prosecutor and the Ministry of Doctrine, greeted me while sitting on the terraced chairs.

Among them was the Minister of Prosecution, Vesalius Argent, and the Minister of Doctrine, Dekal Revanice.

"Begin."

The report came through the mouths of Clovis and Rex.

I only had to stand still and make sure they didn't say nonsense.

Fortunately, they talked about what happened in the dungeon based on their objective memories.

A dungeon trap that was triggered due to Sir Senail's mistake, the story of Thesilid killing most of the army of snow specters, the story of procuring food and feeding the two orders of paladins, the story of entering the boss room alone with me and coming out safely, etc. During this time, the cardinals could not hide their confused eyes.

They hoped that the Saint would realize that a subjugation party of only two people for S-class dungeons was not enough and asked for help.

However, it seems that it was very regrettable that it did not go as they expected.

In order, it seemed that a reprimand had to be made for Sir Senail and Captain Clovis, but the cardinals exchanged glances with each other and skipped it, agreeing to do it later.

It seemed like they were trying to do their incoherent faction fight in my absence.

A cardinal asked me with a tone tinged in light disbelief.

"Your Grace, did you really subdue the Snow Queen alone?"

"Yes. Sir Thesilid tanked and I dealt damage. Didn't you see the evidence? A series of magic books of Ice Magic."

Where else would an S-class skill book drop from if it weren't for an S-class boss?

Oh, sadly, this skill book was not in my hands at the moment.

As long as I belong to the Vatican and carry out subjugation activities, item distribution must follow the rules of the Vatican. All resources acquired in the dungeon are first taken and appraised by them and then distributed to subjugation participants with the exception of 1/3 that is passed to the Vatican in the pretext of donation.

In my time, it was half of the spoils. I envy you…

"…"

There is not much demand for magic books in the Holy Country, so the appraisal value will be smaller and the liquidity will be bad.

The day when distribution money would come into my hands seemed distant.

"Your Grace, can you explain what happened in the boss room in more detail?"

"Yes, of course."

The series of steps to subjugate the Snow Queen was explained along with strategies.

I also spoke in detail about the fact that there was a real boss who ruled the area, and that we had to stage a desperate escape from the ice castle because she forcibly closed the dungeon.

Then an old blond cardinal asked in a cold voice.

"The real boss of the dungeon was the Mirror Princess, not the Snow Queen?"

"Yes. A demon in the form of a teenage girl."

"Then I wish to ask your Grace a question…"

"Please speak."

"Strictly speaking, the Holy One was not able to subdue the owner of the dungeon, right?"

Wow, are you going to come out like that?

"Your honor, Cardinal Carnoil."

Thanks to Clovis' low calling, I learned the name of the cardinal who had made the bold statement.

I smiled.

"No. Strictly speaking, if we had subjugated the Mirror Princess, it's correct to count it as two S-ranks."

"Subjugation is based on the number of dungeons closed, Your Grace."

"According to what you said, we must agree that the subjugation was even more successful. One of the dungeons closed and disappeared."

"Your Grace wasn't the one who closed it…"

It seems he was trying to turn the discussion around using a fragmentary rebuttal.

I cut it off because it wasn't worth listening to anymore.

"I risked my life to subjugate the dungeon and you still won't give me the credit? Did Cardinal Carnoil find a boss ranked 401st in the Demon World a funny pun?

"I fail to comprehend what Your Grace means with that information."

"Yes. I think you have no idea what I mean, so I'll have to explain in detail. In order to make it more realistic, I will compare it with a recent Boss that everyone knows in The Vatican. Eleon O'Drek, the owner of the Demon Sword, was in the mid-500 rank at best. The Snow Queen is much stronger than he was. Do you understand now?"

"…!"

Was he that impressed by my well-thought-out words? Cardinal Carnoil's eyes widened and trembled.

Why such a strong reaction?

Something was a little strange, so I questioned it as well, but Clovis whispered softly next to me so that only I could hear.

"Excuse me, Your Grace."

"…Why?"

"I don't know if you know but…Cardinal Carnoil's last name is O'drek…"

Oops.

Carnoil was Eleon's father?!

Oh, come to think of it, they do look alike, right?

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' admires your immoral skills of ad-libbing insults.]

'No, why is this immoral ad-libbing!'

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' asks back, if referring to a dead child in front of their parents is not immoral, what is.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' agrees that talking about dead parents to their children and dead children to the parents has the same results.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' says the mood is as heavy as tree whole days of stillness.]

(Note: So, the word used here is a specific slang word – immoral ad-lib- that means, 'Using the parents or family to insult someone', like 'Your Mom is as fat as an elephant.' Or, 'Your common sense is dead, like your Dad.')

But no one ever said anything to me.

Cardinal Carnoil seems to have judged that he went too far first, in the meantime, Minister of the Doctrine Decal, who was on the same side as him, started damage control.

"That's enough for the subjugation report. Thank you very much for your hard work, Your Grace the Holy One."

"Ah, yes."

When a polite answer jumped out without me knowing, Decal spoke benevolently, adjusting his refined monocle.

"Then, now that you've returned to the Vatican, let's discuss the duties of a Saint."

"A Saint's duty? What is that?"

"It is to preach the gospel by officiating a sacrament and managing confessions every week at the main chapel of the Vatican, making pilgrimages to churches all over the country, and providing healing services to those in need."

"Ah, that one."

As I nodded my head, Decal's face became even more benevolent.

"There is nothing you do not know about the rules and traditions of the Vatican. Indeed, Your Grace the Holy One is a full-fledged Saint. So when will you start the pilgrimage…"

"Please have another Saint do it."

"…What?"

Not only Decal, but all the cardinals shared a blank face.

It seemed that the delivery power of the news was lacking, so I spoke more clearly.

"I want to replace inefficient duties with the rights The Holy One has. Sending a talent like me to the rear is a huge loss. I will be in charge of the front line, so I will leave external activities to other Saints."

"Th-there are no other Saints."

"It will happen soon. Just wait."

"…"

Having pointed out undiscovered dungeons, my remarks were credible. Eyes of trust pierced me from all sides showing how much they really believed in me.

['The Spoiler Inspector' gives a strong warning.]

I got goosebumps everywhere over my body.

It was also dangerous to talk about a future that has not yet happened. I changed the subject so that the cardinals would have no time to pry.

"Rather than that, I'd like to tell you about the next dungeon to close."

The faces of the cardinals, who were swollen with hope for the birth of a well-behaved and dignified Saint, turned muddy.

Decal asked back, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Yo-Your Grace. I'm sorry to ask like this, but you're not just going to tell us the name of the area again, right…?

"Of course not. I think the ability of the Vatican Scouting Team has been fully confirmed. If you are willing to approve the subjugation, I will tell you the exact location."

Vesalius quickly stepped out.

"Is this dungeon located inside the Vatican or in any other Holy Ground?"

"Yes. That's right."

It wasn't something I was trying to hide.

They would not want a dungeon sink to happen in the middle of the Vatican, as it did 10 years ago, because they unintentionally left a dungeon open without knowing where it was.

"Permission granted."

"I approve."

Now it was my turn to unpack the information.

"The next dungeon is the 'Library of All Things' located in the Prohibited Books Warehouse of the Vatican. I'll go right in, tomorrow morning."

Chapter 22. One answer to the Truth

Early in the morning, inside one of the numerous chapels in the Vatican.

The stained glass window, which the church was proud of, did not show off its beauty, because thick velvet curtains blocked all the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the east. This was arranged to fit the taste of the VIP.

Sururu.

A human figure blended with the darkness.

The person who appeared without as much as a sign in the desolate chapel was a man with long black hair. His height drew a dark shadow in the air as he went to the farthest corner of the chapel.

There was a small space where two wooden cabinets were erected and attached to each other. It was the confession room.

Click.

Reed went inside and shut the door. The person to officiate the sacrament of confession had already entered and was waiting.

Because of the lattice partitions and thick curtains that divided the center, it was impossible to see the other person. However, they did not need cumbersome procedures such as verification.

"Greetings again, 'Darkness conceived by the light.'"

Pope Benedict greeted the man with the utmost courtesy.

A dismal silence passed without a returning greeting. Benedict waited patiently, and it was a wise choice.

Reed opened his mouth.

"Sooner or later, the sparks of a holy war will rise."

"Are they moving…"

"They already moved."

"Which enemy do we have to face?"

"Rejoice. I choose a den of non-believers so this church could be motivated."

"…The Magic Republic of Ragneif."

Benedict lowered her aged eyes and was lost in thoughts for a moment.

The Holy Country with deep-rooted beliefs in religion and the Republic, which pursued sorcery and magic, had long been at odds with each other.

The two countries were at odds with each other not only because of their foundations based on different powers but also in their average national character.

It was only natural, because one side was a group of conservative and exclusive religious people who relied on a transcendent being, and the other side was a selfish elitist group interested only in their own achievements.

Wizards did not serve God well in terms of culture, because they regarded pursuing the world's laws and truth as their mission in life. They even openly asserted that divine power was only one of the three major powers and it had nothing to do with the existence of God.

This was truly blasphemy from the standpoint of the Church.

It was common for the Church to refuse to send priests to the parishes of the Republic.

There were even several extreme movements among some church members to define magic as heresy and punish wizards as heretics.

It was about 200 years ago that the gap between the two countries deepened irreversibly.

Even though a plague broke out in the Republic of Ragneif, the denomination refused their request for help.

Saint Lucrezia, who couldn't watch it be, made up her mind to go to the Republic alone.

It was fortunate that many people's lives were saved and the plague subsided thanks to her, but the problem started after this.

The Council of Ragneif did not return the Saint to the Church.

They even imprisoned the Saint for a long time in a luxurious but prison-like palace.

This was called the disgraceful incident of the "Captivity of the Saint" and has served as a legitimate cause for the Church to hold on to a long-harbored grudge for the Republic to this day.

Since then, the Church has withdrawn all parishes from the Republic and has not dispatched healers to any punitive forces.

For the past 200 years, the Republic of Ragneif had no choice but to make difficult dungeon subjugation on its own, relying on alchemy or a handful of white mages.

Therefore, from the point of view of the Republic, their long-harbored grudge against the Church was also legitimate.

Furthermore, until this day, local conflicts continued due to, disputes over rights to dungeons where potion materials were produced, subjugation and heresy judgment activities carried out while crossing each other's borders, and so on.

If a detonator exploded in such a deep-rooted grudge, the future of the two countries was obvious.

"A lot of blood will flow."

"To make that happen, you, who claimed to be my agent, will have to put in a lot of effort."

"…"

The Pope bit her wrinkled lips.

Reed savored her anguish for a moment as it melted into her silence.

Then, he cleverly whispered to Benedict, so she could face even more of her own conflicts and contradictions.

"It's very funny how the Pope is the first human to join hands with the evil that will lead the world to chaos. How will your all-knowing, omnipotent, and good God accept this fact?"

"…It's all for the sake of the cause."

After she finished speaking, Benedict's eyes were shining in a straight line. As long as she believed that everything was for the bigger cause, she was determined to follow blindly.

"A skit of a fanatic. How unappealing."

Losing interest, the man slowly decided to finish his business here. A tone of command that seemed to stab directly into the soul fell in the Pope's ear.

"Resume the sacrament."

"…Do you have something to confess?"

"Yes."

'Newborn Chaos and Evil' who laughed at the action of admitting to his sin, said.

"I killed the owner of the Wizard Tower last night."

The day after the Snow Queen subjugation report was finished.

As scheduled, I headed to the basement of the main hall where the forbidden book storage was located to enter the next dungeon, the 'Library of All Things'.

When Thesilid and I arrived, the two Orders of Paladins who acted as overseers were already waiting.

"Sir Senail is nowhere to be seen."

"I heard that she's on probation after being disciplined for her mistake at the Ice Castle."

When I nodded my head at Thesilid's explanation. Rex, the leader of the Knights of Grace, hurriedly greeted me.

"It's a morning full of God's protection, Your Grace the Holy One."

"Nice to meet you, Sir Rex."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

The answer he wanted was clearly visible, so I smiled a little.

"Of course. It was comfortable because the Ministry of Doctrine took great care of my place."

I expressed my intention to overlook the incident of the detention in solitary confinement and the pranks of my diet restrictions.

Rex's face turned red.

In fact, the shelter and assistance given to me were wonderful. In a large, elegant, and luxurious room, four female priests were always on standby to take care of my convenience.

I was treated like a noble lady of Rofan.

'Is this a trial version of the genre change ticket?…'

['The Creative Business Manager' suddenly gets inspiration for a new product for sale.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' shows great interest.]

"Oh, and the meal was delicious too."

This was the most satisfying.

Rex put on a relieved expression. But he didn't relax, as if he didn't consider the penance to be complete.

"If you have any inconvenience, please tell me at any time. Your Grace has the right to make more demands than ordinary Saints."

"I'm grateful enough for such words."

The next one was Clovis, the Captain of the Knights Templar who greeted me and conveyed important information.

"The Forbidden Book Warehouse is located at the end of this hallway. Access is strictly controlled, so one cardinal must be present to enter. Please wait for a moment."

"All right."

A witness? Again? The Vatican seems to really like the witness system.

Then, all of a sudden, a mischievous curiosity arose.

"Is the participant from the Prosecution or the Gospel Offices?"

There must have been an exhausting faction fight on both sides over that one spot. However, Clovis' answer deflected my expectations.

"Neither one of us. The participant just happens to be coming over there."

As I turned my head, there was a familiar face.

"It's been a while, Ellet."

There was only one cardinal who would call me by name.

It's Cattleya! Leya!

"Hello, Your Grace."

Agnes and I made no secret of our delight. Cardinal Cattleya sighed as if she could not stop us.

"I finally see you."

"How have you been? I should have said hello first, I'm sorry."

"Don't say that you are sorry. Rather, I think I should speak more formally with you…"

"Don't do that. You're the grandmother of my best friend and a dear friend of my swordsmanship master."

There were whispers all around us. Clovis sneaked into the talk as a representative of everyone on the scene.

"Do you two know each other, Your Graces?"

"Yes. My family has been indebted to Count Gillette for a long time."

"If we are talking about grace, I'm the one who should be indebted. Thank you for saving my precious granddaughter's life and also being a good friend of hers."

As the words came out, Cardinal Cattleya, who recalled that time, told me.

"Now that I know who you are, everything makes sense. The day Bia's lifespan was supposed to end was the first day Descent was revealed in the Grand Chapel."

"At that time, we fell into the A-class dungeon of the Count's castle."

"The mystery from the dungeon sink that happened 10 years ago in the Vatican has also been answered. At the time, people wondered how the protagonist of Descent of Divinity entered the dungeon, defeated the boss, and came out without no one knowing. However, turns out she was caught up in the sink from the beginning. It was truly dark under the lamp."

"Haha…"

Cardinal Cattleya let go of my vagueness with a smile as if she had no particular intention of interrogating me.

Then, her gaze reached Thesilid that was right next to me.

"It's been a while, Your Grace."

"…Long time no see, Sir Thesilid."

There was a slight gap before she replied. It was a very small reaction that could only be seen by those who knew the situation.

Cardinal Cattleya's gaze was not on Thesilid's eyes, but pointing over his head.

It was her unique ability to see the lifespan one has lived and the remaining lifespan they have, The Eyesight of Vitality.

Thesilid in front of her has accumulated as much as the seventeen lifetimes he lived in the past episodes.

It was only natural that Cardinal Cattleya was startled when the number floating above his head suddenly changed.

Leya must have noticed that Thesilid is a regressor.

It was a content that always came out in the original work. There was no ripple effect in her position, which is bound to be a bystander.

There was nothing new.

"Our private chat was long. I will guide you to the forbidden book storage."

Cardinal Cattleya took the lead, followed by, me, Thesilid, the two Captains, and fifty-eight paladins.

Before I knew it, we came to the end of a long underground corridor.

An iron gate with a clear signpost of 'Forbidden Book Storehouse' blocked our way like a dead-end alley.

Kiiihh.

When Cardinal Cattleya touched it, the iron gate opened by itself.

The musty air characteristic of a long-neglected closed room spread out of the door. Prohibited books were piled up haphazardly without being managed at the bare minimum, befitting the name of forbidden.

Standing in the doorway, Cardinal Cattleya said.

"I don't see the dungeon gate."

"It's hidden inside a certain book."

"We'll have to find that book."

"Yes."

Immediately after answering, I went inside the storage. When Thesilid and the Captains followed after me and tried to cross the threshold together.

Cardinal Cattleya stopped them.

"Everyone except for the Holy One is to wait here. These are evil books that can poison your soul just by reading the title."

Since the final destination was the library of the demon world anyway, there must be many worse books than the ones here.

I thought so, but I didn't bother to spit it out. Cardinal Cattleya would only be conveying the council's decision.

Without further ado, I went in alone and started looking for the book. The books were unmanaged but fortunately well categorized. I went through categories such as Praises to the Devil, Blasphemy, Graphic Novels, Crime Novels, and so on, and arrived in the Uncategorized section.

"Found it."

The moment when I opened the book titled 'Organic Cultivation of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil'.

Wheein.

A gust of wind engulfed the area and opened the entrance to the dungeon. The gate emitting considerable demonic energy swirled as if beckoning people to go inside.

"Everyone get ready. We enter the dungeon."

Clovis and Rex urgently asked.

"Are you going to enter immediately without scouting again this time?"

"Could you please explain a little in advance? Things to keep in mind or something…"

They were much more anxious than when we went inside the ice castle.

I felt the willingness to make sure that they would not be out of military discipline and cause stupid accidents like last time.

Overall, it was not a bad attitude from them. Besides, now I had a bit of a sense that I had to take care of the two orders anyway, so I decided to generously release tips.

"I told you that the name of this dungeon is 'Library of All Things'."

"Yes."

"Everyone knows you shouldn't make a fuss in the library, right? That is enough."

"…"

"Come on, let's go."

I went straight over the gate without much to say.

[System You entered the S-level dungeon 'Library of All Things'. ]

The changed environment was a magnificent antique library.

All the walls and pillars supporting the high ceiling were bookshelves in themselves. Everywhere the eye could see there was a collection of books.

The central ceiling was illuminated by a bright light through a large glass dome. In a place that receives plenty of sunlight, which is unlike the usual demon world, a huge tree was growing as if it was going to pierce the roof.

"I-Is that the World Tree?"

When one of the knights, overwhelmed by the size of the tree, chanted so, a figure that had been blending in the shade of the tree appeared.

"No, this is an apple tree. But you lowly humans are a species that call it the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil."

(Note: For those that don't get the ref, it's the apple tree of Adam and Eve.)

A woman with mystical light blue hair was watering the tree, albeit she didn't need a watering can for it. With one gesture of her hand, water came to life in the space her palm passed by and gushed out.

[System Dungeon's temporary owner, 'Chief Librarian Elantia', ranked 477th in Demon World has appeared.]

Although there was a strange title of temporary owner, she was the active owner of this dungeon.

"Bo, boss…!"

The knights who recognized the opponent's rank immediately set up a vigilant stance. Of course, their own blades too.

Sureureung! Chunk!

Elantia furrowed her brows at the sound of metal and iron that reverberated through the walls and ceiling of the library.

"Are you going to make a fuss in the library? That's why humans are a vulgar species. You are troublesome."

When she pointed at us with her index finger.

Peeing-.

[System Warning. 'No Bad Manners Allowed' is activated.]

A powerful debuff wrapped around everyone.

Dungeons have their own rules. This takes precedence over the laws of the real world and applies to all beings within the dungeon.

The stronger the owner of the dungeon, the more enforceable the rules became. Moreover, the boss here was a high-ranking demon who has been entrusted with the authority to rule the place by one of the three Demon Kings.

Thus, she had a great deal of coercion to exert.

The knights who realized the change in their bodies were astonished.

"Wh-What…! Why is my strength…!"

"Oh, this can't be…what nonsense is this…"

The light of the aura that dwelled on their blades was extinguished and the connection with the divine power was severed.

The rules and debuffs that spread throughout the library were to blame.

[Status 'No Bad Manners Allowed'

A debuff created by Librarian Elantia to prevent disturbance in the library. Seals the target's aura and divine power.

Note: The Chief Librarian's power has also declined due to the reaction of a fairly unreasonable rulemaking.]

Among the three major powers, only Aura and Divine Power are sealed. Magic was an exception.

The reason could be understood just by looking at Elantia, who drew water from her hand again and scattered it over the tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. It's because she herself is a wizard.

Is she a 7th circle? It doesn't seem like she only uses water.

As expected of Agnes, that is correct. Elantia was proficient in all types of magic.

Of course, there were no wizards among the members of the Vatican. Around the time when the paladins who suddenly became civilians could not escape from the shock.

Elantia's motherly voice rang out.

"When you come to the library, read a book quietly. A lot of great new books just came in."

"…"

The Boss here had no will to fight.

Clovis and Rex came to their senses, cautiously approached me, and whispered.

"Your Grace, what do we do now?"

"Do as the Boss says. Put down your weapons and pretend you are reading."

At my command, the paladins immediately began snooping around the bookshelves. However, the problem was that there were no normal books, befitting a demon's library.

"Hiik! What is this from the first page!"

"Oh, my God! Guard me against evil…!"

"Please purify my eyes for seeing these illustrations…"

It was a much more intense reaction than when they saw the masterpieces on the second floor of the Ice Castle.

Elantia's voice echoed bleakly.

"I must have told you to read quietly…"

"Hiik!"

The library became quiet in an instant. The paladins put their heads into their books and began to read them eagerly.

As the condition continued for more than ten minutes, Elantia relaxed her expression as if satisfied.

She put on the face of a kind Chief Librarian and told everyone.

"That's the desirable form to enjoy knowledge and literature. Since you are qualified as a visitor now, I will say hello."

"…"

"This is the 'Library of All Things' established by Inferinos, one of the three great Demon Kings, and I am the head of the library, Marquis Elantia Levant. Welcome, lowly humans."

The moment she straightened her bent waist, her eyes flashed with demonic energy.

Unlike her sky-blue hair which was lightly pigmented, her eyes were bright red.

"As you may know, like any other dungeons, you are free to enter this place, but not to leave. I'm sure everyone is prepared, right?"

"Gasp…"

"Hik…"

The paladins, who were crushed by the Boss's pressure, swallowed their breath.

They lost both aura and divine power, becoming helpless civilians. Frenzied amusement filled Elantia's eyes as their fear spread like a sweet scent.

"Ufufu…Listen carefully, humans. If you want to keep that insignificant life for a little while longer, what you need to do next is…"

The moment when I heard the sound of dry saliva being swallowed here and there, Elantia adjusted her glasses in an intellectual manner and continued.

"Read one book through to the end and write a book report in 10 parchments or less. I will never open the exit until you submit it. By the way, if you damage the book, you will have to work for the rest of your life in this library, so please take special care."

"…"

"Go on, read it. If you look carefully, there are many soft books that are suitable for the level of humans. I plan to give a prize to one human being who writes a good book report, so work hard."

Elantia turned her back without regret, it was possible to hear her humming as she walked away.

"Your Grace…"

The captains, who roughly took one book from nearby, came to me again. Rex asked first, with a serious expression on his face.

"Do I really need to write a book report? Please say no, I hate book reports."

"…Sir Rex, that's not the point."

Clovis added something as if Rex was pathetic and then turned to me.

"Your Grace, as you can see, everyone has their aura and divine power sealed due to the debuff. I think Your Grace should use Descent."

['The World-building God' raises an eyebrow at the audacity with which he talks about using Descent of Divinity.]

I'm not particularly angry because he's saying this not knowing about the penalty. Besides, using a transcendence skill will break the debuff, so it's a reasonable suggestion.

However, now was necessary to follow the rules of the dungeon instead of using cheat keys.

"It's not a good idea to start a battle in the library. This place is the favorite dungeon of the Demon King Inferinos. Surely you don't want to face the 3rd place from the demon realm in here, right?"

"Huk. Then, what should we do? Do we write book reports?"

"We have to take the fight elsewhere. Peacefully while using the dungeon rules."

After I finished speaking, I left the knight captains behind and moved on. I tiptoed to the side where Elantia was sorting out the library books.

She looked back at me at first and soon had a little surprised look.

"Well? Among the visitors, seems like there was a human with a fairly high level of readership. I can feel the aura of reading quality literature from you."

"…"

What is this? I was praised by a demon all of a sudden.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' whispers that it seems to have felt the energy of the 19+ novels in your integrated library.]

…Kh-hmm.

"What did you read, Eli?"

Thesilid, who had been following me before I knew it, asked quietly from the side. I pretended not to hear.

It was then burdensomely followed by Elantia's voice which was filled with favorability.

"So what's going on? Do you need help finding a book? Or do you want a recommendation?"

"Chief Librarian Elantia."

"Yes, go ahead. I'd like to hear your preference for a recommendation. In detail."

"I will challenge the qualifications to open the 'Bible of Truth'."

"…Hoo?"

Her eyes, which had been bent in the shape of a half-moon until a while ago, opened wide, and the pupils in her red iris were torn vertically.

"To mention the Bible of truth on a human subject. Do you know what that is?"

"It's an item that proves the qualifications of the Chief Librarian."

"That's right. Then do you know what the challenge method is?"

"I just need to beat you in a one-on-one magic battle."

"Correct."

It's a simple and straightforward rule, but behind my back, there was an uproar.

"No, what is Her Grace talking about…"

"There are no wizards among us, so how are you going to do that…"

In the first place, divine power and magic are powers that cannot be learned together. It was nonsensical to say that those who awakened the divine power would engage in magic warfare.

However, the dungeon rules made it possible and Elantia spoke further about this.

"The low-level humans who came with you don't seem to understand, so an explanation is needed. Even if you're new to magic, don't worry. The special books hidden throughout the Library of All Things will help."

She took out a book nearby and opened it. A red magic circle was drawn in the middle of the page.

Elantia read the title of the book.

"'All about the traditional ceremonies of the demon realm using sacrifices'."

Whirik.

At that moment, the magic circle moved as if it had been given life, attracting and rearranging mana around it. The spell had been activated.

Roaring!

A small fireball appeared and orbited around Elantia.

"Some of the library's books function as magic scrolls. The challenger who can't use magic will be given enough time to collect these books. This rule was approved by the great Demon King Inferinos, so I won't interfere. Do you want to prove it with a contract?"

"Of course."

The original has enough info on this arc.

This is the Demon King's territory. Therefore, Elantia, a temporary boss, was also bound by rules established by Inferinos.

And Inferinos was famous as a Demon King obsessed with rules and formalities.

"I like it when there's no increase in unnecessary paperwork."

Elantia, who laughed contentedly, grabbed the fireball in the air. The 3rd circle of basic magic faded from her grasp with a sizzle.

An explanation followed.

"The way to find a scroll book is simple. If you open the book to pages 6, 66, and 666, you can see it right away."

"Okay."

"Hidden Scrolls cover a variety of types and circles. Who knows? If you look carefully, you might be lucky enough to discover a 9th circle magic."

Hopeful words. But.

'Yeah, there's no such thing.'

In all episodes of the original work, whenever the main character came to this dungeon, he could not find a 7th or even a 8th circle, let alone the 9th circle magic.

He always had to struggle with Elantia by using magic scrolls below the 6th circle. It could be said to be an arc that clearly reveals the main character's devastating luck.

"…Eli, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing."

When I took out my mournful gaze from his handsome face, Elantia asked me.

"It seems to be the first time that humans have requested this challenge since the Library's opening. If the purpose is not of becoming the Chief Librarian, is it because of the reward?"

"That's right."

"As expected. You have come to seek answers to questions that God does not answer."

Elantia stared at me and unbuttoned her top a few times. Pushing her hand through the disheveled front, she pulled out a key necklace.

"If the challenger wins, I will give you this key to open the Bible of Truth. But if I win…"

"…"

"The challenger must work as a librarian in this library for the rest of their lives. It's a lifelong slave contract."

She liked the word slave, befitting a demon. As if she had been spurred on by her own comments about the slave contract, Elantia's eyes flashed with joy while looking at me.

"Sigh…somehow you seem to do an excellent job organizing the collections here. Even so, I was in need of a librarian to read the novels carefully and classify detailed genres and keywords, everything seems to work just fine."

"Oops, I forgot to tell you."

"What is it?"

"The challenger is he, not me."

Elantia frowned as I pushed Thesilid forward.

"You look like you don't know how to appreciate the beauty of demonic literature. I don't like you at all."

She knows how to read people well.

"Can't you just challenge me yourself?"

"No."

"Please reconsider. I'll sign a contract with you under the unconventional conditions of working only 2 hours a day and having fun with me for 14 hours. It is only limited to you."

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' eyes shines brightly without realizing it.]

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' asks if you would sell your childhood friend's stock.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' averts its gaze in amazement.]

(Note: What I think it means - buying stock in novel slang implies investing time and emotions in a specific character. For example, 'I put all my stock in that sub-male lead', means you are simping only for that male lead, no one else matters. In this case, it might imply that The Eyes of Chaos wants to sell Eli's Stock (Eli becomes a slave), so he can take a shotgun ride in the free-service all-you-can-read lifetime in the library together with Elantia. )

"I will refuse. Because this is the person who needs the Bible of truth."

"Ha, I would like it more if you were the challenger…."

"Let's get started."

"Then, be it."

Elantia waved her hand in the air as she still fixed her lingering gaze on me.

Space shuddered and a large hourglass appeared.

"I will give you three hours to find the scroll books. Please come up to the library rooftop before the last grain of sand falls."

The hourglass was turned over marking the start of the game.

"I'll go ahead and wait."

Her figure disappeared before our eyes.

It was time for a free treasure hunt.

"Your Grace…"

The paladins glanced at me, they had something to say, but I felt their hesitation. I thought I knew what it was, so I smiled and opened my mouth first.

"Knights of Grace and Knights Templar. Everyone, please gather around."

"Yes! Your Grace!"

Nearly sixty knights surrounded the area as if they had been waiting. Their eyes shone bright, waiting for an order to do anything.

The magic battle with Elantia was one-on-one, but it didn't matter if everyone in the group worked together to find books containing magic scrolls.

I took out the paper I had written earlier.

It was a list of scroll books that Thesilid found every time he attacked this dungeon in all episodes of the original work.

"Please find the books with the titles listed here."

"Yes…omg!"

"Argh…!"

The paladins who confirmed the title were embarrassed and swallowed their breath. Well, not one book had a normal title after all.

"Yo-Your Grace."

"What is it, Sir Rex?"

"That, your handwriting is beautiful."

"Thank you. But I only have two copies, so I don't know what to do."

After speaking quietly, I waited for the reaction of the two captains. I thought it wouldn't matter if they shrugged and backed off, but the answer I heard was different.

"The scriptures, everyone copy one by one."

"It is the same with our Grace. Copy it faster than the Templars."

"Yes, Captain!"

With a grim answer, everyone grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

After everyone finished transcribing one by one, each divided the area to explore and scattered in perfect order.

Thesilid and I took the adjacent sections of the Non-Literature Corner. Thanks to this, I was able to have a conversation through the gap between the bookshelf.

Thesilid opened his mouth as he scanned the titles on the book spines with his eyes.

"Eli."

"Yes."

"The condition is that the two of us clear the dungeon alone, can we share the task of finding the scroll books with the paladins?"

"They won't be able to report it to the council anyway. They couldn't even read the title of the books in the Forbidden Book Storage, how can they report about having copied the title of the devil's book?"

"You made them accomplices."

"Well, it seems that everyone wanted to help even taking the risk."

I gestured towards the side where the paladins could be seen. They were sincerely working hard and earnestly looking for books while sweating.

Religious people are conservative, but they're nice when you get to know them.

Agnes' arms were bent inward, but I didn't mean to deny it, so I just laughed a little.

Thesilid seemed to have found a scroll book.

A book with the title, 'A Demon King's Aesthetics of Obsession and Humiliation (2): Carpeus Edition' was placed in his left arm as if it was being hugged.

A conversation ensued.

"Eli, I have another question."

"What is it?"

"How did you know the list of scroll books?"

"Well. It's time to get used to me."

"That's right."

I also found one. 'The Apocalypse of Chaotic Evil Conceived by Strict Order and Goodwill'. Pulling out the blasphemous book, I changed the subject.

"More than that, Elantia is a 7th circle mage, but a 6th is the best magic scroll on the list. Let's make a plan together later."

In the 17th play-through, Thesilid has no experience in attacking Elantia yet. Up until this point, he had been diligently writing book reports before leaving the dungeon.

['The Spoiler Inspector' regrets the main character's writing skills, saying that he has never received a prize.]

Of course, in the very next round, he succeeds in subjugating Elantia.

However, because it was an unreasonable challenge, he had to overcome the crisis of almost dying after becoming a wreck.

I couldn't let him use such risky tactics.

As much as he got more magic scrolls with my help, we had to refine the strategy he used in the later rounds.

Thesilid stopped searching for a book and looked at me through a crack in the bookshelf.

"It's enough just to find a lot of scrolls. I will take care of the attack."

It was a firm voice.

Indeed, all the tactics I was trying to tell him came from his head anyway. I don't think I need to explain everything.

Thesilid laughed and emphasized again.

"You can really trust me this time."

If he says it like this, he might feel bad if I try to interfere more.

I nodded.

"Well, okay. I'm going to look at the bookshelf on the other side now."

"Me too. See you later."

Each turned around and looked at other bookshelves.

When I looked through the bookshelves in my section, there were three books in my hand.

One 5th circle and two 2nd circles.

"Not bad."

There is quite a bit of time left, but I was worried about what to do now.

Should I search the bookshelf for the rest of my time, aiming for the items of the 7, 8, or 9 circle scrolls?

'Though it's not very efficient.'

To put it bluntly, even the 18th Thesilid, who did possible everything to obtain the 'Bible of Truth', did not check all the books.

Instead, he chose to risk his life after equipping himself with the bare minimum of necessary scrolls.

It was natural to not want to waste effort hanging on to a possibility with low income. When I was hesitating because the situation was not particularly desperate.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' sneakily suggests that you go to the new books shelf while there is still time.]

Oh right. I only realized it after listening to Ms. Libra's words.

Come to think of it, when we each decided on the area to search for scrolls, we left out the new books shelf.

The books on the list are all old sections, and new books are circulated very quickly, so the shelves are often empty.

'Thank you, Ms. Libra.'

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' laughs mischievously.]

Hmm? Somehow I don't want to go.

['The Spoiler Inspector' gives strength to the eyes.]

['The World-building God' gently shakes a carrot in a blind spot.]

Seeing the reactions of the Inspector and World God, I felt like I had to go anyway.

Ellet, where are you going all of a sudden as if you're possessed… Oh, my god.

Arriving in front of the new books shelf, Agnes stopped talking.

There were four new books on the shelf. The classifications were all literature, and the titles were as follows.

'I'm a low-level demon, but I'm obsessed with the Saint'.

'I have tamed an SSS-class warrior'.

'50 Ways to Corrupt a Handsome Paladin'.

'The Devil and The Saint's Predatory Marriage.'

…That is the taste of the demons?

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' said this is low-level content compared to the writings of the demon world.]

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' hints that you can read it if you have the worn-out soul of a modern human.]

Come to think of it, the books in my integrated library have similar titles… eh-hmm.

I calmed down and reached for the book. First of all, I decided to check whether it was a scroll book or not, starting with 'The Devil and The Saint's Predatory Marriage.'

Page 6.

"Hmm."

Page 66.

"Hmm."

Page 666.

"What?"

I briefly displayed my reading speed. Then, in case someone saw it, I quickly covered the book cover and muttered.

"There are many types of wedding gifts in the Demon Realm…"

Right…

I left lingering feelings behind, took out the next book, and opened it.

"What are you looking at, Eli?"

"…!"

When I looked up in a hurry, Thesilid was right in front of me. Soon, his sea-blue eyes glanced down.

"What book…ah."

The expression faded from his face, but it was similar to a look of steeping on dirt.

I panicked and tried to come up with an excuse, but he said first.

"I never thought I'd find something like this."

"Huh?"

Only then did I look down and check page 66 of the new book I pulled out. There, a golden magic circle with a splendid shape never seen before was shining.

[Item 'The Book of Magic'

A magical scroll book randomly planted in the library.

It's set up so that you can know what kind of magic it has only when you use it yourself. For thrilling matches.

Note: This is for single use only. If you use it, the book will be destroyed, so be sure to use it after thoroughly reading the work.]

Unlike the other scroll books, information on what kind of magic it releases was hidden.

When I started to feel quite unusual about this scroll book, Thesilid looked at the magic circle for a while and said in disbelief.

"This seems like a 9-circle attack magic."

"What? Really?"

"Perhaps."

Circle 9 was the level of magic used by the final boss. It was amazing.

"But how do you know?"

"By feeling."

"It sounds like you just took a wild guess."

"I have to check it, shall I try it right now?"

"No. I mean, this is a one-time use."

"How do you know?"

"…By feeling?"

Realizing the lack of excuses, we decided not to delve into each other's suspicions anymore.

Thesilid smiled and took the book from my hand.

"With this, there is no need to plan an attack strategy. Thanks, Eli."

"It's nothing much. Anyway, everything went really well."

Just as the atmosphere warmed up with the unexpected acquisition of a cheat key. Thesilid's gaze belatedly landed on the stylish hardcover of the book.

The face of the handsome paladin, who checked the starting word, was shaken.

"The title is a little…embarrassing."

"It's good taste, please respect it."

"…"

"…Of course, not mine, but the taste of demons."

"Yes."

"You can't hesitate in the real battle, so why don't you practice reading the title in advance?"

"I will decline."

It was kind of disappointing.

When a handful of sand from the hourglass was left, Thesilid, Ellet, and the others headed to the top floor of the library.

Climbing the stairs, a long, straight hallway unfolded. Through the window, a wide rooftop terrace decorated with flowerbeds could be seen.

The glass window was supposed to turn opaque once the one-on-one magic battle started.

The challenger, Thesilid, stood in front of the terrace's door. Next to him was a trolley full of scroll books.

The trolley contained the dungeon's power to safely protect the books inside. It was convenient not to have to worry about the damage to the scroll books in the upcoming magic battle.

"I'll be back, Eli."

"Finish quickly and come back. Got it?"

A shaky voice echoed in Thesilid's ears as he stared at Ellet's face.

A worried gaze, uncertain whether it would be okay to let him go alone, made him feel ambivalent. He didn't want to worry her too much and at the same time, he wanted to worry her a little bit more, enough to see her reaction.

Of course, his choice was the former.

"It won't be long. Wait for me here while eating snacks."

With those words, Thesilid turned the doorknob. Then, pushing the trolley, he stepped into the Boss's room.

Chulong.

The feeling of passing through the door was similar to penetrating a transparent mucous membrane.

As the door closed behind him, the glass windows in the hallway lost their transparency. The hallway with Ellet and the rooftop terrace where he was were completely blocked off.

Elantia greeted Thesilid in front of the wooden flowerbed.

"Welcome, lowly human being with poor literary taste."

She looked at the trolley full of books and frowned.

"You've collected so much to no avail. Your first job as a librarian is to clean up these messed up books."

"That won't happen."

"I don't like employees who talk back. You will need an education."

A long conversation was unnecessary and the battle started right away.

With fluttering wide sleeves, Elantia's hands quickly made hand signs.

"Breath of Permafrost."

Shaaaaaa!

The vicious wind of Niflheim was summoned from her lips as she spoke the starting words. The cold breath quickly encroached on her surroundings.

The plants in the flowerbed were instantly frozen by the 7th circle wide-area freezing magic. The extremely cold air turned the rooftop terrace into a murderous zone.

There was nowhere to escape.

Just before a ground-freezing breath hit Thesilid, he quickly picked up two books and opened them.

Swhiiwww! Roaaaar!

Fire and wind mingled to create a gust of heated air around him. A powerful hot wind offset the cold air around.

It was a cramped safe zone barely created with two 4-circle attack magic.

"Oh, that was a good improvisation. But."

The first attack was merely a measure to bind Thesilid's mobility and prevent close-quarters combat. He has no aura or divine power and can no longer move even a single step outside the hot wind zone.

Elantia made another hand sign and accordingly, dark clouds quickly began to coil up in the blue dry sky.

Thesilid immediately recognized what kind of magical harbinger it was. The moment his hand quickly opened a 2 circle shield scroll book, Elantia shouted.

"Summon Lightning!"

Kwaaang!

A powerful thunderbolt pierced into Thesilid's position as if excavating the ground.

A blitz of lightning concentrated at one point and dug into the ground with terrifying destructive power.

It was a situation where even if she closed her eyes to fire a thunderbolt, he had no choice but to be directly hit. Elantia laughed in anticipation of pain-filled groans and the scent of sweet blood that would soon waft through the air.

"To survive with just a 2 Circle shield…hmm? What?"

After the dust cloud had subsided, Thesilid appeared intact.

"This was a little risky."

Five huge iron spikes that sprouted up beside him were dispersing the lightning strikes far away.

Another scroll book was in Thesilid's hand. Elantia, who recognized it was a magnetic type magic, admired.

"Ah, Iron Sand."

He made a lightning rod by pulling up all the iron sand mixed in the soil of the flower bed with his own power.

"Ha, that's pretty good."

Excitement about the battle bloomed in her. The pupil in the middle of her red irises slit vertically.

Her hand moved to attack again.

"Well, then how about this one?"

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

Dozens of ice horns were created in the air and lined up to her left and right. Sharply forged tips aimed at Thesilid in unison.

"Let's see if you can stop it!"

Ice horns created by a 6 Circle freezing magic were sequentially shot out towards Thesilid.

Each horn was an aggregation of powerful magic. A normal 2 Circle shield could never block it.

However, Thesilid did not let go of the Shield Scroll Book.

Instead, his opposite hand moved quickly. He dropped the magnetic magic scroll book as if letting it spill down on the floor and soon after picked up a secondary magic scroll book.

Sasak, chak.

As soon as he opened the book, the first horn of ice flew right into Thesilid's face.

Kwajik! Pasut!

Instead of penetrating the target, the ice horns were blocked by an invisible wall and shattered.

Kwajik! Kwajijik!

The same was true of the ice horns that flooded in succession. Thesilid's neck, heart, stomach, arms, and legs. The result was the same no matter where it was aimed.

Ice powder rose thickly around Thesilid and Elantia's red eyes were filled with surprise.

"How can it be done with only a 2 Circle magic scroll…?"

Kindness is also a virtue of the Seven Holy Virtues and Thesilid gladly gave her an answer.

"I used mana condensation."

He revealed the identity of the 5 Circle auxiliary magic by showing the cover of a book that reads 'The Apocalypse of Chaotic Evil Conceived by Strict Order and Goodwill'.

Elantia asked back in disbelief.

"You narrowed down the range of the shield and focused on the ice horn's point of contact?"

"Yes. First of all, I am a paladin in charge of the vanguard, so I am confident in my fuselage vision."

At first glance, it seems like a reasonable explanation contained in a gentle tone. However, Elantia's eyes widened as if they would tear apart.

What Thesilid was talking about was a technique called Beat Shield among mages, and she was well aware of it as well.

That technique condenses the area of the shield to the size of a palm and concentrates the defense power. As an alternative to boasting high mana efficiency, it requires that much sophisticated control.

As Thesilid said, it is not difficult to find the hit point with excellent fuselage vision. However, moving the Beat Shield precisely to that point is an entirely different matter. From there, it's the realm of manipulating mana.

Changing the coordinates of mana that quickly and accurately requires a high degree of magical skill.

This cannot be explained simply by saying that his fighting sense is excellent. Maybe…

"…!"

For a moment, there was a fresh sense of incongruity that penetrated Elantia's brain.

In the three rounds so far, there was an incomprehensible phenomenon.

"You…"

Her voice trembled thinly.

"How are you triggering the scrolls without using the start word?"

Thesilid had never read the title of the book. Not even once.

"…Ah."

A soft, low-pitched sound came out as if he had forgotten about it.

"I can't bear to mention titles that commit to the Seven Deadly Sins."

The handsome man gave a holy smile. From his words to his expression, everything would be a deception.

"Human, have you ever learned magic?"

Elantia immediately regretted asking the question.

"Oh, no, that can't be. You have awakened to divine power. Divine power and Mana collide and cannot be learned together. I must have made a slip of tongue."

"Can't the Divine power that collides with it be eliminated? Just like the way I'm now?"

"What else do you mean…?"

Thesilid avoided further reply. Then he picked up the scroll book he had set aside on one side of the trolley.

"Now it is my turn. She'll be worried if this takes too long."

"That book…? Ha, I didn't think you'd find it."

Elantia's face was stained with surprise when she read the title, '50 Ways to Corrupt a Handsome Paladin'.

She opened her mouth earnestly, hiding her nervousness.

"I commend you for your discernment and taste in choosing that book, although I don't know what you believed in to pick that."

"9 Circle dark type attack magic. I'm well aware of course."

"Hoo? Did you know? Great. I will compliment you on that, too. But you'd better give up using that scroll."

"Why?"

"A question as low as your taste in literature. The 9th circle is a force that transcends human beings. When activated, a huge amount of mana is required and a huge burden is placed on the body. If you, who have never risen to the ranks of a transcendentalist, try to cast it recklessly, you will disintegrate as the mana in your body is sucked away. Of course, the magic won't be cast and it will result in only you being killed."

"What is your purpose in telling me that?"

"Well, that book is exceptionally delicate, so if you use the scroll, it will be destroyed…but why do I feel like your words have been rude since a while ago, you uncultured human being?"

"It's because of my mood."

Thesilid responded calmly and opened page 66 of the book with a calm hand.

"Now, wait a minute…!"

By the time Elantia's shrill voice rang out, it was already too late.

Doo-woong!

A circular shockwave spreads out and resonated strongly like a thumping heart.

Doo Woo-!

It resonated once again and at that moment, the force field of mana was quickly rearranged.

The activation of the spell had begun.

"Hey, you human being with low-level intelligence! Can't you understand the language!? If you're going to kill yourself, do it alone! Leave the book behind!"

"I will not die."

"With what confidence…"

"You'll know when you see it."

Pasasasak.

A book about a fallen paladin turned to dust and the shock of losing a golden collection from the library unfolded before Elantia's eyes.

"N-no way…!"

Whoooooo!

A terrible darkness swallowed the dazed demon.

The hallway in front of the boss room was peaceful. I was waiting for Thesilid while eating snacks as he said.

Of course, I didn't heartlessly eat by myself. After multiplying the snacks using the picnic basket, I passed them on to the Orders.

Chewing fig cookies, I stared at the window.

A glass that has become opaque, as if it had been painted on the outside. It was more like a wall than a window.

Has it been about 10 minutes since he went inside? I thought he would come out soon by simply swiping everything with the 9 Circle scroll, but it took longer than expected.

I agreed with Agnes.

I wish I could watch the battle from the sidelines but due to entry restrictions, I have to wait outside.

I'm curious about the situation and wanted to hear anything about what was going on inside.

'Sir, is Thesilid doing well?'

['The World-building God' clears his throat.]

Huh? That's an odd reaction.

Let's verify his incoming signals.

'If it's because of the Inspector, swing the carrot…'

['The Spoiler Inspector' gets angry.]

['The World-building God' throws away the carrot.]

I was very surprised by the unexpected reaction. Does that mean that World God's silence from a while ago was regardless of the prohibitions?

Then why aren't you telling me anything?

An expert in this field answered my question.

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' says that the main character is out of observation range.]

It's not that he didn't say anything, it was that he couldn't?

Wasn't God omniscient?

The Gods' words continued as if he had read my questions.

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' explains that in some worldviews, there are characters with special abilities that offset the power of the Gods, and one of them is Thesilid Argent of the RUWS – Return Until the World is Save-.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' takes out a yellow card and attaches it to the eyes of the 'The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things'.]

I think I just heard something incredibly unusual.

In order to avoid trouble for Mr. Eyes, I moved on to another question.

'What is the observation range?'

Instead of the Mr. Eye who received the warning, World God answered.

['The World-building God' says that Gods of the Transmigration Bureau look into the main character through you.]

['The World-building God' explains that the main character is, therefore, unable to be seen if he is far from you or in a separate space-time.]

Now that Thesilid has entered the boss room, the current situation corresponds to a separate space-time.

'Thank you for your answer.'

Then, Clovis and Rex approached me as if they were waiting for me to finish my conversation with the Gods.

Rex was the first to speak.

"Your Grace."

"Are there any problems?"

"The cookies are so delicious."

"Take one more."

"Thank you, Your Grace."

Clovis came next.

Believing that I shouldn't discriminate with food, I handed him a cookie before he even opened his mouth. He kindly accepted it, but his business was different.

"I'm sorry, but I have a question for you, Your Grace."

"Yes. Ask me, Sir Clovis."

"What is the Bible of truth used for? And why did Your Grace not step forward but sent Thesilid instead?"

The paladins, who had their ears perked up, all focused their attention on me.

It seems everyone was curious.

Yes, that's right. Tell me, too.

I don't know about anyone else, but if even Agnes is like this, I can't keep my mouth shut.

"This Boss doesn't give you items or skill books even if you subdue her."

Rex asked back in bewilderment.

"Shouldn't you receive the Bible of truth?"

"No. You only have the right to open it. You cannot take it."

"No, if it's like that, what do we do about the 1/3 that's to be donated…"

In my time, it was 1/2…

It seemed that Clovis is the only one seriously listening.

Looking at him, I continued to explain.

"Opening the bible is a great reward in itself."

"It looks like it has something to do with the strange words said by the owner of the dungeon."

– You have come to seek answers to questions that God does not answer.

Clovis came to the answer right away.

"Is it like a question and answer?"

"That's right."

I stared at the black glass that had lost its function as a window.

Instead of the unseen Thesilid, I recalled him from the original story and said.

"Questions and Answers of the Real Truth of this World. The right to get an answer to any question is the reward for this dungeon."

Tap, tap…

"…"

Thesilid slowly approached the fallen Elantia.

Devoured by the darkness, she was stretched out like a doll in a puddle of dark blood.

His hand reached for her neck.

Grabbing the key and pulling lightly, it separated from the necklace.

Whiriiiiii!

At that moment, a gust of wind blew through the air and a thick book appeared. In fact, it was doubtful whether it could be called a book.

It was as gigantic as a person, and with a lock and chains around it, it was more like a door.

Thesilid inserted the key into the hole in the lock.

Clack. Charararara.

The chains crawled down the cover of the book as if alive, and the book opened by itself.

At the same time, two beams of light rose from Thesilid's feet. It scanned his body in a double helix.

It was then that a voice that seemed to echo in water reached his ears.

Check eligibility. Authorizes the use of the Book of Truth and the rights to a Question.

"…"

You, who came to seek answers that cannot be obtained from God, what are you curious about?

"…"

The handsome man's lips swallowed a small breath.

It was the moment he had been waiting for so long.

Clovis asked in amazement.

"Any question?"

"Yes."

Thesilid was a regressor, so he could use the right to question every round.

From the 18th round, when he first attacked this place, every time he returned, he effectively used the reward.

He mainly asked about dungeon raids, but he also used questions for his personal inquiries.

Round 18, round 19, round 89, round 99. He did so only four times and the questions that varied from episode to episode were as follows.

Why do I return?

How to save the world?

How to stop regression?

What is the truth?

In the original story, the main character of the 18th episode has doubts due to the shock of being killed by Reed as soon as he returns from the 17th episode.

The whole world hates him and is eager to kill him, but why was he given the ability to return instead of letting him die as the world wishes?

In order to obtain an answer and understand the contradictions, Thesilid fought a life-and-death struggle, obsessing over the Bible of truth in the 18th episode.

As a result, he got an answer, and based on that answer, he asks another question in the next episode. Similarly, the Bible also gave an answer.

From then on, Thesilid began to focus on clearing the dungeon as a result, the subsequent questions were all about clearing the dungeons.

Then he gets hit in the back of the head by the world and realizes that what the Bible told him was a fragmentary truth.

As he asks the third question, he gets no satisfactory answer.

For a while, he wastes his right to ask questions, fed up with his mission to save the world. Then the fourth and last question is born.

Truth.

It was during the 99th episode of the original work that he finally knew the truth and collapsed in shock.

Then Rex, who was chewing on cookies, asked.

"Honestly, if subjugation is the only objective here, wouldn't it be the end if Your Grace pretends to engage in a one-on-one magic battle and uses Descent once?"

"That's true."

"Leaving aside the easy way, it seems like this is all done to get the right to ask questions, but what is Sir Thesilid so curious about?"

"…"

According to the original story, Thesilid, who should have died and moved on to the 18th episode, was revived. In the 17th episode, the questions he would ask were fixed.

Why is he returning?

Finally, the handsome man spat out the question with an exhalation.

"Where is the save point?"

It was a question outside the realm of the original work.

Whii-.

A whirlwind raged from the giant bible and wrapped around Thesilid's body.

His silver hair that seems to embrace the daytime moon and the hem of the holy white uniform flew around. Even in the surging air, his beautiful face remained calm and expressionless.

Lack of information. Please specify the object of the question.

"It's a consumable artifact that can rewrite the regression point, it has fourteen uses left."

Satisfied with the required amount of information. I will start searching.

"…"

The owner of the artifact…a human being.

"…"

Like a beautiful still-life painting, his unmoving chest swelled a little, swallowing the tension and anticipation.

However.

Unable to search.

"…"

Powerful forces are protecting the Owner's information. Since it is no longer accessible, the question is invalidated. Ask another question.

"…Ha."

His sea-blue eyes turned cold. He wiped his face with one hand, chewed a question, and spat it out.

"Could that be 'Strict order and Goodwill' work?"

Is that a question?

"No. All I'm curious about is the artifact."

There was no compromise in his resolute tone.

After a while, he added unnecessary information.

"Because I have to break it down."

The handsome man's face, which had been disheveled for a moment, was straightened into an expressionless face once again.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left arm and opened his mouth. The white stigmata on his wrists and the black barbed wire coiled around it was revealed.

"Find the answer somehow. I will help you."

Repeat. What is the question…Mu-mu-mu…

The bible touched by his left hand made a grotesque stutter as if it was broken.

Swiiiish!

This time, a gust of wind like a blade blew around Thesilid.

Thousands of pages of the bible turned as if they were being ripped through.