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Chapter 276
Chapter 246: “Blessing” and Leinas's Wild Thoughts
Dong... Dong!
After six consecutive dull, clear chimes of a magic bell, Tang Zheng stood by the window, looking up at the dense flocks of white doves flying through the sky. He had a stunned expression. "So even this kind of symbolism was brought over?"
The world before the Bone King... that is, Suzuki Satoru, transmigrated was already the year 2138, yet some traditional things were preserved.
As the chimes of the magic bell ended, a great stream of people began to emerge onto the previously empty street, lining both sides. A closer look revealed that these were all ordinary commoners. Among them were many thin figures dressed in coarse, severely worn linen clothes.
Soon, dozens of sacred-looking figures in white robes began to appear from down the street. From their attire, they were clearly Priests or other casters of faith-based magic.
Wherever this group passed, they waved their hands, releasing a white light that enveloped the crowd, performing a ritual called "Blessing."
"First Tier, 「Light Wound Healing」."
Tang Zheng spoke softly, now understanding what this so-called blessing ritual was. "The Church... no, it must be the Slane Theocracy promoting this from behind the scenes. No wonder the Theocracy has such a good reputation among the populace."
"Divine authority and royal authority don't have the typical medieval conflict, which is due to individuals wielding extraordinary power... or perhaps it's a strategy implemented by the Slane Theocracy."
It was a glimpse into the bigger picture. Both the Kingdom and the Empire primarily believed in the Six Great Gods, yet under normal circumstances, one rarely saw Churches or Temples. Normally, the only time most people remembered the Temples was when they were injured and needed healing. The Churches or Temples provided these services, but naturally, they came at a cost.
"This kind of low-profile ideology indeed wouldn't conflict with royal authority."
"The Slane Theocracy has some smart people," Tang Zheng mused. Of course, he also understood that this situation was related to humanity's overall predicament.
"Awooo." The ghoul dog, sprawled on the floor of the room, lazily stretched its forelegs, the bone chain on its body rattling slightly.
Tang Zheng turned around and saw Enri, who was uncharacteristically dressed up. Her small, expectant glances out the window were making the Green Leaf Witch at her side a bit impatient.
"If you want to go, then go," Tang Zheng said to Enri with a light laugh.
He could also perform a "blessing" using 「Light Wound Healing」, and the effect would be even better. However, in the eyes of commoners like Enri, the "blessing" from the Priests in the Church was different from ordinary 「Light Wound Healing」 magic.
"Really?" Enri quickly tore her gaze away from the window, her pigtails swinging across her chest as she spoke with excitement and anticipation.
"If you go any later, the Priests will have already passed by here," Tang Zheng said with a wave of his hand.
Enri stood up, her light pink dress falling around her, and glanced cautiously at the Green Leaf Witch.
"Let's go," the Green Leaf Witch said with a blank expression.
This was the reason for her impatience; according to her master's orders, she was now responsible for Enri's safety.
"I'll be troubling you, Miss Cui Ye," Enri said in a low voice, an unconcealable look of happiness on her face.
After the two of them left, the room fell silent once more.
Tang Zheng reached out and ruffled the ghoul dog's glossy black fur. "Looks like you've gotten a bit fatter, Xiao Hei."
"Owhh." The ghoul dog rubbed its large head against Tang Zheng's pant leg, trying to act cute in a fawning manner.
However, for a magical beast with such a ferocious face, acting cute was not a suitable look. It only made its expression seem rather strange.
"Haha."
Tang Zheng laughed, then quietly muttered to himself, "These kinds of relaxing days will only become rarer from now on."
He had transmigrated to this world in mid-May, and it was now the end of December. All told, he had been in this world for almost seven months. Going from a Level 1 nobody to his current Level 42 in just over half a year seemed incredibly fast, but Tang Zheng knew very well that leveling up would only become more difficult from here.
If leveling up was the next major challenge, then laying the groundwork for his plans in advance was the second.
To begin executing his strategy, he would inevitably come into contact with the various factions of this world, and even the secrets hidden in its shadows. This process would inevitably involve "blood," yet he couldn't allow himself to become the target, which was an incredibly difficult task in itself.
Since transmigrating, he had focused solely on raising his level precisely because he knew that without sufficient strength, having too many ideas and plans would only be his undoing.
Only now did Tang Zheng truly feel qualified to begin implementing his own strategy, especially as he came to understand this world more deeply. He was also increasingly aware of how naive some of his initial thoughts and plans were right after he had transmigrated.
"There are still three years," Tang Zheng thought to himself as he once again gazed at the joyous atmosphere outside the window.
This clear sense of opposition wasn't just Tang Zheng's wishful thinking; he knew that the Bone King would never accept a powerful individual of a similar level who wasn't a member of the Great Tomb. When the Bone King first confirmed his transmigration to the Otherworld, his first thought was to check his item box to ensure he could make a clean getaway even if all the Floor Guardians betrayed him.
This point alone was enough to reveal the Bone King's character.
In the story of the light novel and anime, after the Platinum Dragon Lord dispatched the Platinum Dragon Lord to engage in a battle of information against Pandora's Actor, who was disguised as the Bone King...
'During an analysis meeting in the Great Tomb, Shalltear mentioned the possibility of recruiting this Platinum Dragon Lord, who called himself "Rick." The Bone King's reply was direct: if the other party joined them, they would interrogate him for all his secrets and then kill him. Albedo thought it was a pity. The Bone King replied that he lacked the confidence to keep such a strong individual under control.'
This was also why Tang Zheng had dismissed the notion from the very beginning—the idea of placing himself in a dangerous situation, where his life or death could be decided by the whim of another. It was an act of supreme foolishness.
"The strategic plan cannot be rushed," Tang Zheng thought, his gaze growing profound.
There were too many hidden secrets in this world. Therefore, from the very beginning, Tang Zheng had no confidence that he could rally the powers of the entire Otherworld before the main storyline began. This also meant that the fight against the Great Tomb of Nazarick would, in all likelihood, become a war of attrition.
"It's still a matter of manpower..." Tang Zheng sighed.
The "Artificial Monster Creation" technology he had been researching, as well as the special magic ritual for "Wild Transformation" he was preparing to study, were all in fact ways of exploring how to increase his manpower.
Evening.
As the "Blessing" concluded, a truly joyous celebration began, plunging the entire Royal Capital into a festive mood that would last until the next day. Therefore, Prayer Day was also called Celebration Day by many.
In contrast to the daytime, which had consisted mainly of commoners receiving the "Blessing," as the Priests and faith-based casters withdrew, adventurers and even nobles began to gradually emerge. Apparently, neither the adventurers nor the nobles were particularly fond of the blessing event organized by the Churches and Temples.
Rorona Rent Royal Capital.
In the corridors of Francia Palace.
Leinas was rarely seen without her armor. Perhaps because she disliked overly vibrant colors, her dress was primarily a pale shade. The sash at her waist was black, accented with golden ribbons.
Her long, waist-length golden hair, tied up, swayed slightly as she walked, drawing the sideways glances of many passing maids and guards.
Leinas walked down the corridor with a calm and indifferent expression, the high heels on her feet making soft clicks on the nearly reflective floor. Facing the subtle gazes from the guards, Leinas paid them no mind; she had always been quite confident in her looks. But whenever she stood next to that Princess... she always felt a sense of inadequacy.
A beautiful woman's mood is never lifted when she encounters another woman even more beautiful than herself. Fortunately, her experiences in the Empire had taught Leinas that mere beauty offered far less security than the spear in her hands.
Was that a form of self-comfort?
The thought arose in Leinas's mind, and she scoffed at herself. Speaking of the Princess, why had she been summoned at this hour?
After a moment of thought, Leinas gave up on trying to fathom Renner's thoughts; the girl was indeed incredibly clever.
Compared to this matter, Leinas was actually more concerned about the fact that the Lord had been in the Royal Capital for days, yet they still hadn't met. She had a great deal of information to report. Previously, she had secretly asked Imina to pass on a message requesting a meeting with the Lord, but she had been refused.
This left Leinas completely bewildered, and she speculated that the Lord must have other plans.
Leinas took a quiet breath.
Heh, that half-elf Imina. She must be taking advantage of her convenient status to actively approach the Lord. I bet she hasn't missed a single opportunity.
A half-elf? It was said that the Lord was previously accompanied by a magic caster who was also a demi-human. Could it be that the Lord prefers that type? It's not impossible. After all, the Lord enjoys using the blood of demi-humans to create alchemical potions, so it wouldn't be strange for him to have such peculiar tastes.
A golden strand of hair fluttered across Leinas's forehead. Her cold, proud, and delicate face continued to draw the gazes of all the guards she passed, yet none of them had any idea that she was completely lost in her own wild thoughts.
As she drew closer to the palace where Renner resided, Leinas finally snapped back to her senses. She realized that the corridor of the Princess's palace—which should have been bustling with maids—was completely empty. Such a situation made Leinas's heart tighten. This was clearly against court etiquette.
Could something have happened?
The moment the thought arose, Leinas dismissed it. The guards she had passed on the way were all familiar faces, and there were no signs of any disturbance.
(end of chapter)
Dong... Dong!
After six consecutive dull, clear chimes of a magic bell, Tang Zheng stood by the window, looking up at the dense flocks of white doves flying through the sky. He had a stunned expression. "So even this kind of symbolism was brought over?"
The world before the Bone King... that is, Suzuki Satoru, transmigrated was already the year 2138, yet some traditional things were preserved.
As the chimes of the magic bell ended, a great stream of people began to emerge onto the previously empty street, lining both sides. A closer look revealed that these were all ordinary commoners. Among them were many thin figures dressed in coarse, severely worn linen clothes.
Soon, dozens of sacred-looking figures in white robes began to appear from down the street. From their attire, they were clearly Priests or other casters of faith-based magic.
Wherever this group passed, they waved their hands, releasing a white light that enveloped the crowd, performing a ritual called "Blessing."
"First Tier, 「Light Wound Healing」."
Tang Zheng spoke softly, now understanding what this so-called blessing ritual was. "The Church... no, it must be the Slane Theocracy promoting this from behind the scenes. No wonder the Theocracy has such a good reputation among the populace."
"Divine authority and royal authority don't have the typical medieval conflict, which is due to individuals wielding extraordinary power... or perhaps it's a strategy implemented by the Slane Theocracy."
It was a glimpse into the bigger picture. Both the Kingdom and the Empire primarily believed in the Six Great Gods, yet under normal circumstances, one rarely saw Churches or Temples. Normally, the only time most people remembered the Temples was when they were injured and needed healing. The Churches or Temples provided these services, but naturally, they came at a cost.
"This kind of low-profile ideology indeed wouldn't conflict with royal authority."
"The Slane Theocracy has some smart people," Tang Zheng mused. Of course, he also understood that this situation was related to humanity's overall predicament.
"Awooo." The ghoul dog, sprawled on the floor of the room, lazily stretched its forelegs, the bone chain on its body rattling slightly.
Tang Zheng turned around and saw Enri, who was uncharacteristically dressed up. Her small, expectant glances out the window were making the Green Leaf Witch at her side a bit impatient.
"If you want to go, then go," Tang Zheng said to Enri with a light laugh.
He could also perform a "blessing" using 「Light Wound Healing」, and the effect would be even better. However, in the eyes of commoners like Enri, the "blessing" from the Priests in the Church was different from ordinary 「Light Wound Healing」 magic.
"Really?" Enri quickly tore her gaze away from the window, her pigtails swinging across her chest as she spoke with excitement and anticipation.
"If you go any later, the Priests will have already passed by here," Tang Zheng said with a wave of his hand.
Enri stood up, her light pink dress falling around her, and glanced cautiously at the Green Leaf Witch.
"Let's go," the Green Leaf Witch said with a blank expression.
This was the reason for her impatience; according to her master's orders, she was now responsible for Enri's safety.
"I'll be troubling you, Miss Cui Ye," Enri said in a low voice, an unconcealable look of happiness on her face.
After the two of them left, the room fell silent once more.
Tang Zheng reached out and ruffled the ghoul dog's glossy black fur. "Looks like you've gotten a bit fatter, Xiao Hei."
"Owhh." The ghoul dog rubbed its large head against Tang Zheng's pant leg, trying to act cute in a fawning manner.
However, for a magical beast with such a ferocious face, acting cute was not a suitable look. It only made its expression seem rather strange.
"Haha."
Tang Zheng laughed, then quietly muttered to himself, "These kinds of relaxing days will only become rarer from now on."
He had transmigrated to this world in mid-May, and it was now the end of December. All told, he had been in this world for almost seven months. Going from a Level 1 nobody to his current Level 42 in just over half a year seemed incredibly fast, but Tang Zheng knew very well that leveling up would only become more difficult from here.
If leveling up was the next major challenge, then laying the groundwork for his plans in advance was the second.
To begin executing his strategy, he would inevitably come into contact with the various factions of this world, and even the secrets hidden in its shadows. This process would inevitably involve "blood," yet he couldn't allow himself to become the target, which was an incredibly difficult task in itself.
Since transmigrating, he had focused solely on raising his level precisely because he knew that without sufficient strength, having too many ideas and plans would only be his undoing.
Only now did Tang Zheng truly feel qualified to begin implementing his own strategy, especially as he came to understand this world more deeply. He was also increasingly aware of how naive some of his initial thoughts and plans were right after he had transmigrated.
"There are still three years," Tang Zheng thought to himself as he once again gazed at the joyous atmosphere outside the window.
This clear sense of opposition wasn't just Tang Zheng's wishful thinking; he knew that the Bone King would never accept a powerful individual of a similar level who wasn't a member of the Great Tomb. When the Bone King first confirmed his transmigration to the Otherworld, his first thought was to check his item box to ensure he could make a clean getaway even if all the Floor Guardians betrayed him.
This point alone was enough to reveal the Bone King's character.
In the story of the light novel and anime, after the Platinum Dragon Lord dispatched the Platinum Dragon Lord to engage in a battle of information against Pandora's Actor, who was disguised as the Bone King...
'During an analysis meeting in the Great Tomb, Shalltear mentioned the possibility of recruiting this Platinum Dragon Lord, who called himself "Rick." The Bone King's reply was direct: if the other party joined them, they would interrogate him for all his secrets and then kill him. Albedo thought it was a pity. The Bone King replied that he lacked the confidence to keep such a strong individual under control.'
This was also why Tang Zheng had dismissed the notion from the very beginning—the idea of placing himself in a dangerous situation, where his life or death could be decided by the whim of another. It was an act of supreme foolishness.
"The strategic plan cannot be rushed," Tang Zheng thought, his gaze growing profound.
There were too many hidden secrets in this world. Therefore, from the very beginning, Tang Zheng had no confidence that he could rally the powers of the entire Otherworld before the main storyline began. This also meant that the fight against the Great Tomb of Nazarick would, in all likelihood, become a war of attrition.
"It's still a matter of manpower..." Tang Zheng sighed.
The "Artificial Monster Creation" technology he had been researching, as well as the special magic ritual for "Wild Transformation" he was preparing to study, were all in fact ways of exploring how to increase his manpower.
Evening.
As the "Blessing" concluded, a truly joyous celebration began, plunging the entire Royal Capital into a festive mood that would last until the next day. Therefore, Prayer Day was also called Celebration Day by many.
In contrast to the daytime, which had consisted mainly of commoners receiving the "Blessing," as the Priests and faith-based casters withdrew, adventurers and even nobles began to gradually emerge. Apparently, neither the adventurers nor the nobles were particularly fond of the blessing event organized by the Churches and Temples.
Rorona Rent Royal Capital.
In the corridors of Francia Palace.
Leinas was rarely seen without her armor. Perhaps because she disliked overly vibrant colors, her dress was primarily a pale shade. The sash at her waist was black, accented with golden ribbons.
Her long, waist-length golden hair, tied up, swayed slightly as she walked, drawing the sideways glances of many passing maids and guards.
Leinas walked down the corridor with a calm and indifferent expression, the high heels on her feet making soft clicks on the nearly reflective floor. Facing the subtle gazes from the guards, Leinas paid them no mind; she had always been quite confident in her looks. But whenever she stood next to that Princess... she always felt a sense of inadequacy.
A beautiful woman's mood is never lifted when she encounters another woman even more beautiful than herself. Fortunately, her experiences in the Empire had taught Leinas that mere beauty offered far less security than the spear in her hands.
Was that a form of self-comfort?
The thought arose in Leinas's mind, and she scoffed at herself. Speaking of the Princess, why had she been summoned at this hour?
After a moment of thought, Leinas gave up on trying to fathom Renner's thoughts; the girl was indeed incredibly clever.
Compared to this matter, Leinas was actually more concerned about the fact that the Lord had been in the Royal Capital for days, yet they still hadn't met. She had a great deal of information to report. Previously, she had secretly asked Imina to pass on a message requesting a meeting with the Lord, but she had been refused.
This left Leinas completely bewildered, and she speculated that the Lord must have other plans.
Leinas took a quiet breath.
Heh, that half-elf Imina. She must be taking advantage of her convenient status to actively approach the Lord. I bet she hasn't missed a single opportunity.
A half-elf? It was said that the Lord was previously accompanied by a magic caster who was also a demi-human. Could it be that the Lord prefers that type? It's not impossible. After all, the Lord enjoys using the blood of demi-humans to create alchemical potions, so it wouldn't be strange for him to have such peculiar tastes.
A golden strand of hair fluttered across Leinas's forehead. Her cold, proud, and delicate face continued to draw the gazes of all the guards she passed, yet none of them had any idea that she was completely lost in her own wild thoughts.
As she drew closer to the palace where Renner resided, Leinas finally snapped back to her senses. She realized that the corridor of the Princess's palace—which should have been bustling with maids—was completely empty. Such a situation made Leinas's heart tighten. This was clearly against court etiquette.
Could something have happened?
The moment the thought arose, Leinas dismissed it. The guards she had passed on the way were all familiar faces, and there were no signs of any disturbance.
(end of chapter)
