Chapter 179
A Transmigrator’s Privilege
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A clear, familiar voice pierced Odellitâs ears. Immediately after that something bizarre happened.
Anaxia, who she thought she had killed, came back to life. She held the greatsword stuck in her stomach with both hands and slowly pushed it away, raising her upper body.
Odellit was embarrassed as she felt herself being pushed by a mighty force.
âHo-How!â
At that time, Ellet grabbed Anaxiaâs head with her hand and slammed it back to the ground.
Thud!
âUgh! Vanquisher of Evil!â
âYeah, yeah. Now die.â
A bolt of lightning from Elletâs hand enveloped Anaxia.
âAaaahhh!â
That was the last scream the dungeon owner uttered.
As Ellet slowly released her grip and picked herself up, Odellit sensed something was wrong.
It was a merciless attack, in stark contrast to the indecisive way sheâd kept the boss alive just moments before. And that ominous premonition came true right away.
âWh-What is thisâ¦â¦!â
Odellitâs body began to corrode blackly due to some kind of force.
There was no pain. But as she watched the blackness spreading across her skin like ink, she couldnât help but feel it.
That the aura of death was hanging over Odellit Marcellion.
âW-What is happening to me?â
Her struggling shouting echoed throughout the huge throne room. As the tail of the echos faded away, a soft, small voice caught everyoneâs attention.
âAnaxia.â
Odellit looked up at Ellet with desperate eyes.
She knew by instinct.
Ellet was the only one who had the answer to what was wrong with her.
As she lowered her gaze, Ellet explained.
âWhen she dies, she can reflect her death to one person. Itâs an ability, like having two lives, which is why I told my allies beforehand.â
-You must neverâ¦â¦..
Precautions that Ellet advised everyone ahead of the full-scale boss battle.
-You must never kill Anaxia.
That meant to not give the boss the final blow.
Ellet rolled her eyes and gave Odellet a look.
âIâm afraid you didnât hear that since you interrupted in the middleâ¦â¦.such a shame.â
It was a voice full of sadness, like a sigh.
But Odellit saw through it. Elletâs eyes towards her were cold enough to be foreign.
She had a hunch.
The High Saint stood on the sidelines.
She stood there and watched the moment she cut off Anaxiaâs life with her great sword. Even though she could have stopped it!
âSaint! You left me to dieâ¦â¦cof!â
As the corrosion seeped into her organs, her bodily functions began to fail in earnest.
Odellit, who vomited black blood, became desperate. Two bloodshot eyes turned towards Hilde.
âW-what are you doing! Hurryâ¦â¦! Hurry up and heal me!â
âYe-yesâ¦â¦!â
Hilde drew divine power into both her hands, but the corrosion did not alleviate, even a little.
âC-Canât do. Itâs impossible, sister.â
âS-Stop talking bullshit! Cough! Squeeze more strength! Do it right, you useless thing!â
âAhhâ¦â¦!â
Odellit was in a situation where begging was not enough but she acted spitefully.
Just as she was about to grab Hilde by the collar, Ellet twisted Odellitâs wrist and roughly yanked her.
âKug!â
The two faces became dizzyingly close.
âPrincess Marcellion, you must maintain your dignity on the way.â
âSaintâ¦â¦! Cough, cluck!â
Taking advantage of her blood coughing giving the effect of silencing her screams, Ellet dropped a small piece of breathtaking clue in Odellitâs ear.
âYou should have quietly stayed in the rear.â
âWhatâ¦â¦?â
âAt the very least, you should have not lied to me.â
ââ¦â¦!â
Black corrosion had penetrated even inside her bulging blue eyes.
Ellet cradled Odellitâs sagging body in her arms.
âMay you rest in peace, Princess Odellit Marcellion.â
The moment when a reverent voice, as if reciting a funeral speech, fell into Odellitâs ears.
Passssut.
Her body disintegrated in the air.
She ended her life with blessings in the arms of The Chosen One.
It was a very glorious death.
ââ¦â¦So it came to this.â
Thesilid muttered lowly.
Elletâs companions did not have good feelings towards Odelitt, but there was a point in which death was treated like a sanctuary in itself, whether it was the good manâs or the evil manâs.
Because of this, the mood was somber as if they were having a real funeral, instead of celebrating their success in defeating the boss.
Of course, some people offered sincere condolences.
âSi-sisterâ¦â¦S-Sister O-Odellitâ¦â¦â
Even though it was the result of an unhealthy sisterhood, close to a feeling of dependence built up due to abuse rather than a soothing prayer filled with real love.
Meanwhile, Ellet was looking down with cold eyes at the black military uniform of the Magic Republic that remained in her arms.
âEli?â
âSister?â
âHey, Ellet? Whatâre you doing?â
The curious and worried gazes of her colleagues turned to Ellet.
This is because she suddenly began to search through Odellitâs uniform in a rough manner.
It was a touch that showed nervousness and urgency, which was not typical of Ellet.
In fact, in the process of rummaging through the uniform, she tore half of it and soon she seemed to have found what she was looking for.
Pulling an extremely luxurious pouch from the inner pocket, she took a deep breath.
ââ¦â¦Via.â
When her close friendâs name came out in an exhaled breath.
Bang!
The door to the boss room opened and many people appeared. Among them, the two people at the forefront attracted attention.
âYour Highness the Prince! Your Highness the Princess! Iâm here to save you!â
âWhere is the bossâ¦â¦Hing? Is that our grand nieceâs subspace inventory?â
They were the Kingdomâs Aura Master, Romina Lecandro, and the Magic Republicâs chimera researcher, Morifis Marcellion.
Immediately after the boss battle began, the castleâs structure stopped changing and all troops were summoned to the throne room.
This allowed the two to quickly and easily make it to the boss room, after exiting the water mirror on their own, while also joining forces from the Kingdom Army or the Magic Army that had been scattered here and there.
Romina Lecandro, a loyal knight of the kingdom, ran to Celestide at once to check on her well-being.
âYour Royal Highness, are you okay?â
âThank you for coming, Marquis Lecandro. I am okay.â
âIâm so glad youâre safe. But His Royal Highness Prince Hardaleâ¦â¦?â
âUnfortunately, Brotherâ¦â¦â
âNo wayâ¦â¦â
âHeâs hanging from the ceiling.â
âOh God. Your Highness the Prince!â
Romina rescued Prince Hardale, who was hanging from the ceiling like a chrysalis cocoon. The kingdomâs army flocked to his side, as he had long since lost consciousness.
Meanwhile, Morifis just stood still.
The subspace inventory that must have belonged to his descendants was already out of his mind.
Only the woman rummaging through it caught his attention.
To his surprise, she was the same pink-haired woman that the âMirror of Ideal Typeâ had shown to Morifis.
âThat womanâ¦â¦.â
Conveniently, one of the magicians gave the answer.
âSheâs the Chosen One of the Church.â
âThe Saintâ¦â¦?â
âYes.â
Morifis gasped as if heâd been punched in the chest.
It was an amazing coincidence.
He was even more motivated to do what he had originally planned to do.
An excited Morifis approached Ellet with dilated pupils. She was frantically searching through the inventory, not paying any attention to the signs of his approach.
âKh-hum, khum. Saint. What are you looking for? I will find it for you.â
ââ¦â¦â
Only then did Ellet turn her head towards him.
Seeing the Saint in person up close was even more thrilling. Her sweet hair seemed to taste like peaches and her fresh eyes like the fresh green of spring were impressive.
However, the aura she gave off was different from her appearance.
In those pale green eyes, spring was in retreat. Her eyes were as cold as a midwinter gust of wind, and they looked directly at Morifis.
As she faced him, Morifis felt chills starting from his fingertips.
Right now, he couldnât tell whether that physical reaction was due to the Saintâs cold intimidation or his own frantic anticipation.
âMirror.â
A short word flowed from Elletâs mouth.
âTake the mirror in which Bianca Gillette is trapped.â
âYes, maâam!â
Even though it was an order made to a subordinate, Morifis didnât care. In the first place, all the chimeras he raised were spiteful and arrogant in the beginning.
The pouchâs dual structure was opened by Morifiâs magic. A full-length mirror decorated with an antique frame was brought out.
âBiaâ¦â¦!â
Elletâs coldness melted away at once and her sorrowful call reached even inside the mirror.
The black-haired noble young lady, sagging from exhaustion, lifted her head with difficulty.
In the mirror, Bianca stretched out her hands as far as the chains would allow.
Ellet and Bianca stood face to face, palms facing each other.
âBiaâ¦â¦â
ââ¦â¦â
As he watched them stare at each other longingly for a while, it was clear that the two people were not in an ordinary relationship.
As if the Saint was barely able to suppress her rising emotions, she took a deep breath and spoke.
âJust hold on a little more, Bia. Iâll take you out right away.â
That was when Morifisâ silver-gray eyes flashed secretly with fierce intensity.
Ellet raised her divine power and put power into the words as if she were making a declaration.
âIndulgence.â
The Chosen One was amazing.
Even Morifis, who is praised as a genius, needed time to figure out how the mirror worked, but she seemed to understand everything intuitively and cast an 8th-rank ultimate liberation skill.
Her glowing hand swept across the mirror as if removing an invisible veil.
âIndulgenceâ was an ultimate Holy Skill that destroys all external factors punishing a specific target.
It met the conditions of âliberationâ required by the mirror.
The mirror immediately responded to the Saintâs command.
The handcuffs and shackles that had been restricting the young ladyâs delicate wrists and ankles were loosened.
Soon, the body of a noble lady came out of the full-length mirror like she was spat out.
âBia!â
The Saint caught Biancaâs body as she was about to fall forward and hugged her tightly without leaving any space.
âBia, Bia!â
âEliâ¦â¦â
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