A Transmigrator’s Privilege
chapter-180

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“Yes, Bia. I’m very late, right? Sorry.”

“Eli……It’s really you……?”

“Yes, it’s me. It’s Eli. It’s all over now. Everything will be alright, Bia.”

“My friend, Eli…I missed you……”

Bianca traced Ellet’s cheek with a hand so powerless it seemed to be unable to hold even sand.

The look in her eyes seemed to be asking if she was hurt.

“Yeah. Me too……”

Swallowing hard to keep from crying, Ellet replied and cast healing.

Bianca’s physical condition was not good enough to share the happiness of finally meeting, so Ellet held her greed back.

It was natural for her consciousness to collapse when tension was relieved while running out of energy. But Bianca could not let herself go and relax calmly in her friend’s arms.

This was because she made eye contact with someone over Ellet’s shoulder.

‘That person……!’

It was, Morifis Marcellion.

She couldn’t forget the light-blue long-haired man who laughed and called her bait.

Bianca had heard all about Morifis and Odellit’s plot to kidnap the Saint. Goosebumps rose all over her body.

“Eli……!”

Morifis’s thin lips curled upward into a small smile.

“Time for redemption.”

The trap, long in the making, had finally been triggered.

Ellet was left defenseless after unexpectedly meeting a close friend after a long time!

Churururu!

Four chains sharply snapped out of the mirror.

Her reaction to this was instinctive. She immediately turned her body halfway so that the chains were facing her own back rather than Bianca’s.

With one hand cradling Bianca, she had only one hand left to react.

Ellet reached out her right hand snatched one of the chains and hooked it in the path of the rest of the chains that rushed right after.

As a result, three chains were entangled together and neutralized. But the last one remained tough, aiming for Ellet.

Clank!

Handcuffs were placed on Ellet’s right wrist.

“……!”

At that split-second, Thesilid who was in the back but near them, grabbed the chain of the handcuffs.

He could crush it to dust if he wanted to. But.

“……”

“……”

Immediately after making eye contact with Ellet, for some reason, he relaxed his grip.

Chulurpp!

The chain slipped from Thesilid’s hand and mercilessly pulled her body into the mirror.

“No! Eli!”

Bianca tried to hold on, but her meager strength was no match.

Slururur!

In an instant, Ellet was eaten into the mirror.

“Eli!”

“Ellet!”

“Sister!”

Ellet’s family and colleagues, as well as all those in the throne room, were baffled by what had just happened.

‘This crazy man.’

That’s when Romina glanced back at Morifis and gritted her teeth. It was clear that this mad wizard had caused an accident.

“Morifis Marcellion……!”

However, before she could yell back, Morifis beat her to the punch.

“Hoho! Unbelievable! It looks like the mirror ran amok and the Saint was trapped!”

“……What? Ran amok?”

“A demonic mirror, indeed. It’s evil know no bounds! Well, don’t worry too much. I promise to get the Saint out at all costs.”

As Morifis’s hand gripped the frame of the mirror, Ellet’s companions stood guard.

But the Mad Wizard was unperturbed.

With a smirk, akin to a taunt, plastered on his face, he turned to face Thesilid.

For he, the current owner of the Holy Sword was the second-in-command of the Holy Army participating in this raid.

Thesilid wore an emotionless expression, as though he had been castrated of emotions. Seemingly setting some sort of time limit within himself.

Morifis, unaware of this, said with glee.

“If I’m going to figure out how to get the Saint out of this mirror, I’m going to have to take this back to my bio-lab- rather, my laboratory.”

“……”

“Well, as you know well, you have no choice anyway. I am the only 8th Circle wizard who can activate this mirror.”

Only then did Thesilid’s focus, which was floating in the air, snap back to Morifis.

“8th Circle?”

There was a faint sneer mixed in with the question, but Morifis didn’t seem to notice and finished his sentence with a proud smile.

“Exactly. Now that the Magic Tower Lord is dead, I am the only archmage on the Serentra Continent. Then, I assume you understand the situation, I’ll store this mirror in my inventory and……huh?”

Morifis paused.

“Why is the mirror so black?”

The mirror seems to have been coated with black ink so that you can’t look inside.

At that moment Morifis, who had questions about the situation, stuck his face near the mirror.

Tok!

“……Huk?!”

Suddenly, a white hand popped out of the mirror. And.

“Cho-huk!”

Grabbed Morifis by the neck.

“L-Lord Morifis?!”

“Aaaah!”

The hand unmercifully dragged him into the mirror.

The small animal chimeras that were placed all over his body were blocked and fell to the floor as if they were hitting the surface.

Surururu.

“Hic!”

Morifis, who was sucked into the mirror, was unable to keep his balance and sank unsightly to the floor.

A cold voice fell from the top of his sky-blue head.

“Morifis Marcellion.”

“……!”

When he raised his head, the Saint was looking down at him with cold peridot-colored eyes.

She was not bound to the chair. Except for her right hand, her free wrist and ankle were visible.

“Ugh. One chain wasn’t enough to hold the Saint down!”

“The way you say it means this was planned.”

“Hmph.”

Ellet raised her divine power without hesitation.

“Bind thee.”

“Hiiik?!”

Ellet showed that she also has top-notch binding skills.

She piled up a lot of auxiliary skills that were of a higher grade than the binding skills she normally used and activated them.

Then, not four, but a dozen chains exploded out of her chair and rushed at Morifis.

The athleticism of the 209-year-old crazy wizard was hopeless.

Morifis was immediately pinned down like a hunted animal and slammed roughly into a chair.

“Ugh! Thi-this can’t be right!”

There is a new inmate in this single-room prison. The mirror seemed satisfied and removed the handcuffs binding Ellet’s right wrist.

Morifis resisted, twisted, and struggled. The handcuffs and shackles began to open little by little due to the magic of the archmage.

“Even if you’re rotten to the core, the 8th Circle is going nowhere.”

“That’s right, Saint. Just wait and see, I’ll be able to break free soon enough!”

“Do you think I’ll let you?”

“Huh?”

Ellet held the end of an unknown chain and opened her mouth.

“Morifis Marcellion. Sit quietly. Until I say you are done.”

“……!”

A cold commanding tone.

At that moment, Morifis felt the unknown device planted in him operating.

Every hair on his body stood on end as the power drained from his body. The ultimate liberation spell he was about to cast scattered like grains of sand between his fingers and disappeared.

“Ho-how?”

Morifis broke out in a cold sweat and desperately rolled his brains.

‘What? This shouldn’t happen. The Saint is of the 8th Rank, and I am of the 8th Circle. We’re both at the same level, so our immunity should be working………….’

Then he suddenly realized something as he felt an unfamiliar touch around his neck.

“Th-This?!”

When he looked down he saw a long chain connected to above his chest. The tip was held in the Saint’s hand.

Currently, Morifis was wearing a leather choker that fit perfectly around his neck.

[<Item> ‘Dog Collar of Obedience’

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

Notes: The collar changes size to fit around the target’s neck when worn].

It was an item obtained by Ellet after she let the Wolf Guard in front of the Thornbush Forest rest in peace before advancing inside.

“It said that they will serve with utmost care, but their performance is not good. I wonder if an 8th Circle is also resistant to items?”

“Wh-When in hell did you do this?”

“When do you think it was?”

The correct answer was when Ellet first grabbed him by the throat to pull him into the mirror.

Of course, there was no reason to kindly give a reply. Ellet interrogated with a cold look and an icy voice.

“You tried to trap me the moment the mirror was empty, and then what? The mirror went on a rampage, and you had to take it to the lab to unlock it?”

Morifis could only roll his eyes.

“Why? Are you trying to kidnap me and recreate the Saint’s Exile? Because Saints are interesting subjects of research?”

“Ho-How did you know?”

Ellet sneered as if it were obvious.

“I’m afraid posterity will remember today’s events not as the reenactment of the Saint’s Exile, but as the Exile of a Mad wizard.”

“Hic! Me. What are you going to do with me……?”

“Well……Should I make this your coffin? Or should I hand you over to the Heresy Inquisition Office? Either that or……”

“……”

Gulp. He knew instinctively that the third was the most terrible option and the most likely future for him.

But Ellet stepped back to leave room for imagination.

“Well, in any case, you shouldn’t expect a nice treatment.”

Her eyes, fixed on Morifis, seemed to gaze upon something less than human.

A scumbag who used his extraterritorial rights to do whatever he pleased because there was no power to suppress an 8th Circle Grand Wizard.

The dead Odellit was the same.

She would have allowed Morifis to kidnap the Saint as a hostage to blackmail the Church and take credit for securing the Bloodstone Mine.

The fact that Odellit lied to Ellet and said that she did not know about the existence of the mirror was probably a ploy to avoid responsibility by playing it off as Morifis’s arbitrary behavior.

Ellet’s eyes sank even deeper as she realized the entire series of situations.

Anaxia, who dared to imprison Bianca, Morifis, who played a trick with Bianca to kidnap the Saint, and Odellit, who aided and abetted this for her benefit.

They were extremely vicious in their own way. It was hard to distinguish between the lesser and the greater evil.

Still, it was nice to know one thing for sure.

‘There is only one trash alive now.’

Anaxia and Odellit were dealt with, but there was still anger that failed to be burned inside Ellet.

So she intended to give him a fitting punishment. She needs to clearly show the world what happens if you mess with her people.

“Stay there until I take you out.”

As she was about to turn towards the outside of the mirror, which had begun to rumble, Morifis called out to her in a hurry.

“Wa-Wait a minute!”

“Tricks don’t work.”

Morifis became even more desperate as Ellet left without even looking back at him.

“Th-That’s not it! I’m begging you, please don’t let my puppies out there starve!”

“Your puppies……?”

As he succeeded in getting Ellet’s attention, Morifis pleaded very pathetically.

“The hummingbird is Beatrice, the cat is Catarina, and the squirrel is Esmeralda. All three of them love to eat raw meat with cream cheese and blueberry jam.”

“……”

Ellet pretended not to hear and stepped outside the mirror.

There was a lot of work to be done.

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