A Transmigrator's Privilege

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“Well.”

Odellit recalled the overwhelming power of the Saint who called upon Descent of Divinity during the slaughter of Hellkaion and the battle with the Black Magic Swordsman.

Divine Descent was certainly a wondrous force. However, it was not something that piqued her interest because it was an area beyond her reach.

In the first place, it was an impossible plan to capture a High Saint with Odellit’s current power and use her as an experiment.

In that sense, subjects of research that are moderately easy to acquire but are still interesting are the ones that pique her interest……

“Oh, well, considering the topic of your graduation thesis, a Sacred Sheep would be a more appropriate research subject.”

“……”

Hearing those words, she remembered a silver-haired paladin who was always following the Saint around.

Odellit did not deny this time.

“By the way, shouldn’t you graduate this time? We have a child in our family who hasn’t graduated from the Tower until she’s well over twenty years old. Tsk, tsk.”

“……”

Odellit, as a competent magic swordsman usually does, awakened Aura first, so there was bound to be a limit to the achievements of magic research.

However, this was not something an ancestor eight generations her senior, who only dug the magic research field, would consider from his point of view.

“If this continues, our family’s legacy as Archmages may end. Please make sure to find a man with good mana circuits and marry him so that the new generation of nephews will be different from you.”

As expected, conversations with adults of the family tended to proceed in this routine manner.

Marquis Lecandro broke up the fruitless conversation between the two.

“I would like us to depart now.”

“I was just about to. Please don’t rush me.”

They stood in front of the third area, the Thornbush Forest.

Thorn bushes as thick as an adult’s waist wriggled in a disgusting way.

Giant tulip-shaped man-eating flowers were in full bloom here and there, eagerly waiting for prey. This man-eating thornbush flower had an incredibly fast regenerative ability, and it was resistant to aura because it had eaten many sword masters.

It was a terrible match for the Kingdom’s army, whose raiding party consisted primarily of Aura users.

Marquis Lecandro warned.

“If you get close, you will be eaten and consumed in an instant.”

“No wizard would fight in close range.”

Morifis sent away the hummingbird that had perched on his index finger.

“Burn it, Beatrice.”

The tiny, chubby silhouette of the hummingbird gradually swelled in size and became sharper.

Soon the hummingbird, or rather, the creature that was the hummingbird, poured out flames from its beak.

A long stream of fire set the bushes ablaze.

The bird monster’s flames exceeded the insane regenerative power of the thornbush man-eating flower making the flowers scream and collapse to the ground.

It was firepower that could only be produced if six or seven 6th-Circle wizards were to work together in the attack.

It was proof that a single chimera under Morifis was stronger than several high-ranked people with advanced skills.

“It is done, Marquis Lecandro.”

Thanks to Morifis, the punitive parties of the two countries stepped over the ashes and through the forest with ease.

When they passed the natural barrier, Morifis stopped.

“Then everyone, please back away.”

“Hah……”

Marquis Lecandro sighed deeply.

It seemed that Morifis was trying to do something to sabotage the Church’s Party again.

‘Now he’s doing it very openly.’

Marquis Lecandro gave up, realizing that the man was a psychopath who would not listen to reason, and assessed that joining up with the Church’s Party was already impossible.

Besides, judging from the conversation that has taken place so far, it seemed to be in the best interests of continental peace that The Saint and The Chimera Researcher do not encounter each other.

Morifis’ voice was heard from afar.

“Grow up well.”

As an archmage, Morifis could use various types of magic, including chloromancer, a field of spells that aided in the growth of plants.

The man-eating thornbush flower, whose underground roots were still alive, began to grow frighteningly fast.

The bushes grew much more abundantly even after covering the original area. It almost invaded the territory of allies, nearly consuming the knights and magic swordsmen as nourishment for rapid growth.

With his work done, Morifis turned around with a proud look on his face.

“I think we don’t have to worry about being overtaken by the Holy Country’s Party anymore.”

“……All right, let’s go.”

Marquis Lecandro pressed her temples and practiced the knightly virtues of silence and patience.

She would have to do that if she wanted to quickly save the royal family and part ways with this psycho.

From now on, it was new territory with no prior scouting and no information.

The punitive force made by the two countries’ armies took steps toward the maze made up of hedges.

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“Hoo, have they already reached the maze garden?”

Among the mirrors made by Anaxia, there were many practical and convenient ones.

One of them was the Sentient Mirror.

The Sentient Mirror allowed her to see images from all over the territory.

Anaxia, who was watching the warriors through this, had an amused look.

“I see that the humans in the lead are alienating the Vanquisher of Evil. Humans do love to antagonize, divide, and betray.”

“Indeed, Lord Anaxia. Haaang~~.”

“Well, thanks to that, it’s fun to observe.”

Anaxia took her steps after dispelling the Sentient Mirror and asked the Succubus Queen.

“How’s the work in the Boss’s room?”

“It’s finished perfectly. Why don’t you go to take a look?”

“Sure.”

Soon the steps of the two demons stopped before a huge arched gate of solid iron.

The door, deliberately designed to make a heavy noise, began to open left and right.

The Boss Room that was soon revealed had the appearance of a magnificent throne room.

A red carpeted pathway dyed red, as if blood had been squeezed in abundance, reached a high platform made up of thirteen steps and on top of the platform was a splendid throne made of gold and jewels, showing off its majesty.

It was obvious why Duchess Anaxia decorated the Boss Room like a King’s throne room.

‘I will become a Demon King.’

She planned to crown herself King.

It was tantamount to taunting the entire Demon World, but she didn’t care. Because ‘Newborn Chaos and Evil’ was on her side.

The Succubus Queen encouraged Anaxia.

“Go ahead and sit down, my Lord.”

“Not yet, it’s not the time.”

Anaxia held her breath and restrained her desires.

The first sitting is very meaningful and she wanted to do it in front of as many people as possible.

And that moment is when all warriors, including the Vanquisher of Evil, enter this room.

Just imagining it brought mad excitement to Anaxia’s eyes.

“What is the reply to the mirror gift sent to the three Demon Kings?”

“The heads of the vassals who delivered the gifts have returned. Cleanly cut.”

“Good.”

That was the best return gift in the Demon World.

The Demon Kings will also be watching the upcoming ‘banquet’ through the mirrors she sent.

It will be an exquisite Demon King debut.

“Lord Anaxia~.”

At that moment, succubus maids delivered exciting news from the entrance to the throne room.

“’Newborn Chaos and Evil’ has returned! Please go ahead and welcome the distinguished guest!”

The dense thorn bush forest was reduced to ashes by the Blue Flame.

I pointed ahead and shouted loudly.

“All troops, forward!”

“Yes! Corps Commander!”

“Follow the Corps Commander!”

“……What kind of Commander of a Corps has only four soldiers? Is it fun to play like that?”

Ephael and Ash chimed in my make-believe, but Hestio struck out of the play.

[‘The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials’ laments that he is a friend with poor social skills.]

[‘The Critic who adjusts the balance’ is opposed to an organizational culture that prevents people from saying the right things.]

I pretended I hadn’t heard Hestio and strode ahead.

Throughout the thornbush forest that had turned to ashes, there were plant stalks that still throbbed with life.

I was twirling the chain in my hand, and whenever I found something like that, I used my aura to cut it off.

Because there was a grappling hook at the end of the chain, it exerted the same power as a dagger.

For the record, thanks to having Weapon Meister Agnes as my teacher, I was proficient with most weapons.

“Eli.”

“Huh? Yes?”

I looked back with a proud look on my face at Thesilid’s call. I expected him to be impressed by my wonderful multitasking skills.

But it wasn’t.

“Do you like that dog collar that much?”

“Huh?”

“Because you keep carrying it around.”

Only then did I look again at the chain shackles that I had been spinning around without thinking about it.

This was an item I got after sending the mother wolf away without pain.

[<Item> ‘Dog Collar of Obedience’

A special dog collar crafted by Anaxia to tame guard dogs. From the moment it’s worn, the target will regard you as their master and serve you with utmost care.

Note: The moment it is worn, the size changes to perfectly fit the subject’s neck circumference.]

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ smiles sinisterly with a glint in her eyes.]

Because of Ms.Libra’s reaction, the purpose of the item seemed to feel strange.

I hurriedly tossed it into my inventory and dusted off my hands.

“I didn’t particularly like it.”

“I see.”

“Really.”

“I see.”

I quickened my pace, trying to hide my awkwardness.

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