How to Survive in a Good Small Guild - Chapter 102

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How to Survive in a Small-Scale Guild
102
Strange words. What they meant was probably….
‘Does he look different only to me?’
I had thought the High Priest had a beautiful face, but the other high priests were afraid of his appearance? Really?
In fact, the other high priests kept their heads bowed while glancing sideways at me. They looked at me as though I were the strange one.
“Ahahaha….”
The High Priest laughed as though amused. Yet his tone remained consistently listless and apathetic.
“You don’t need to bow so formally…. After all, the others aren’t really showing me respect—they’re just bowing their heads because they’re terrified of looking at my face….”
“No, sir, we would never—!”
“Enough, Etienne. I’m not ignorant of such things….”
The High Priest silenced Etienne quietly and stepped toward me one pace at a time.
Not knowing how to respond, I stood still; when he reached me, he gazed calmly into my eyes.
“The eye color is a bit disappointing, though.”
…….
“Still, this much will do….”
The High Priest, now stepping back, continued his words.
“Aria, you were the one who discovered this successful creation.”
“Yes, High Priest.”
“Good work. Your powers of observation truly are excellent….”
“Thank you!”
“Since you have eyes that pierce through truth itself… there’s no need for verification. This is certainly a successful creation….”
The High Priest wore an expression of satisfaction.
“If we’re to hold the High Priest Promotion Ceremony tomorrow, we’ll need to complete the ritual today….”
“What exactly is this ritual?”
In the end, I asked the question rather than remain silent and observant.
Whether it was rude to the High Priest or not hardly mattered—if the ritual was dangerous, I needed to flee immediately.
“Ah, it’s nothing much. It’s different from before. It won’t be painful….”
…….
He wasn’t denying that the original Odret Lavender had undergone agonizing experiments.
“I’ll grant you a special ability.”
“What kind of ability?”
“I don’t know either—it varies each time….”
“I see.”
“What’s certain is that you’ll be granted an ability suited to you….”
With that, the High Priest tossed an order at the four high priests.
“You may leave?”
“Yes, High Priest.”
They regarded me—who had been conversing with the High Priest—as though something was odd, exchanged uncertain glances, and exited the room.
Now only the High Priest and I remained in the chamber.
“Come now, kneel….”
Damn it, he’s obviously going to conduct some charlatan ritual.
Nervous though I was, I knelt as instructed.
When I found myself in a posture as though receiving a baptism before him, the High Priest placed his hand upon my head.
“Odret Lavender, I shall bestow upon you a Miracle.”
…….
“Do you believe in Miracles?”
“…Yes.”
I spoke in a low voice.
After all, my own transmigration to this world was itself a kind of miracle, so I could truthfully pledge my belief in the existence of miracles.
“Then I shall show you the miracle you believe in….”
From the High Priest’s hand resting upon my head, a blue light burst forth.
The dimly lit chamber flooded with brilliant radiance, shining so sharply it seemed to pierce straight through me.
Ah, I’m dizzy. Is this actually safe?
My eyes closed involuntarily against the intense light, yet it seemed to penetrate my eyelids—my entire vision blazed white.
In that instant, my blurred sight suddenly cleared.
Though my eyes remained shut, something played automatically in my mind. It was like being forced to watch a film.
“Wow, Guild Master! Our guild is winning the Best Guild Award!”
“So amazing!”
“I’ve always held you in the highest respect.”
Our guild becoming the greatest guild, its members finding happiness—that was the image.
‘What is this? An illusion?’
The moment I felt that dazed sensation, the light vanished.
I opened my eyes slowly. My vision was still blurred.
“No stray thoughts, at least….”
“……?”
“Becoming the greatest guild—so that’s your wish….”
“……!”
So the High Priest had verified me by using a Miracle Special Ability on me, confirming what I desired through that Miracle.
Thank goodness the scene of Sedrian and me destroying the Temple hand-in-hand didn’t show up. I almost got caught.
So what I want most right now is our guild’s success? I suppose that’s… part of it….
“You won’t become a talent completely devoted to me….”
The High Priest looked down at me with a faint smile.
“But at least you won’t betray me….”
Apparently satisfied that I was safe, the High Priest finally made his proclamation.
“Odret Lavendel, you are now a High Priest of the Temple.”
“…Thank you.”
“Use your Special Ability.”
He whispered in a languid voice.
“You should be able to use it now….”
I got a Special Ability? I hadn’t felt anything like that at all.
Seeing my confusion, the High Priest continued.
“It’s not difficult. It should be flowing through your heart….”
I’m no master of Eastern meditation, and how am I supposed to—
“Hm?”
But I really did feel energy flowing from my heart. Like electricity connected directly to my heart, there was a tingling sensation.
I moved it instinctively. Like pressing a button, in a sense.
Thunk—
“Ah!”
Something fell on my head, and I reflexively grabbed my head.
A book that had been lying on the floor beside me until just moments ago had fallen from the sky.
“Ah, it’s Transmit….”
“Transmit….”
“An ability to transfer something regardless of distance….”
“Anything at all?”
“Not quite. You can move anything lighter than you to a place you clearly know…. Of course, people don’t count….”
“Th-thank you….”
Coming to my senses, I spoke again in an awkward tone, and the High Priest smiled silently before turning away.
He left the room without saying anything further to me.
I remained on my knees in a daze, when the door opened and four High Priests tumbled in.
“Come on, tell us what Special Ability you got!”
Etienne said this with exaggerated enthusiasm.
The other three High Priests looked curious too, so I answered.
“I got the Transmit Special Ability.”
“Transmit….”
Aria murmured the word, then looked at me with an intrigued expression.
“But are you really going to keep using formal speech with us? Well, it’s your choice.”
“…Y-yes.”
Truth be told, I hadn’t wanted to speak casually with them because I didn’t want to seem too familiar….
“But what did you see, anyway?”
This time it was Matthias asking.
“The High Priest seemed to look different to you alone.”
“Ah.”
I was about to ask him that myself.
“Just… a man in his thirties, roughly. White hair, black eyes….”
“Strange.”
Seraphine frowned.
“Different from us.”
“How does he look to you?”
At that question, Aria answered first.
“It inspires reverence naturally. He need not fear we would betray him. Anyone who lays eyes upon his form would never dare entertain such thoughts.”
“Fear itself.”
“An overwhelming presence—beyond what any mortal could hope to stand against!”
Seraphine and Etienne spoke in turn.
Finally, Matthias offered his account.
“Above his neck there is no face. Instead, enormous wings sprout from his back, and those wings bear hundreds of black eyes.”
“……?”
That’s nothing like what I saw. Fearsome enough, certainly, but—could this too be connected to my being a Possessed One?
“In any case, it proves you are a Successful Creation.”
Aria’s voice carried an kindness that grated on me.
“We’ll hold your Promotion Ceremony tomorrow, so make ready. All the priests will attend.”
“Will the High Priest be present?”
“Yes. Though through the power of Miracle, the other priests won’t perceive his form clearly.”
I was turning to leave after learning what awaited me tomorrow when Etienne tapped my shoulder.
He then pressed a ring set with a violet gemstone into my hand.
“You’ll need it!”
“What?”
And I would understand what he meant that very night.

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