The Three In One Transmigration

The Three In One Transmigration
#21 - Before the Event



A week before the ceremony, Sasha secretly wrote a letter and sent it to her Master, and one day later, the letter arrived.


Meanwhile, at the Ringwyne residence.


“Woman It is one of us,” Brandon said as he read a small letter sent by Sasha. “And another week duke Willem will hold Thanksgiving.”


“Only That's it?” Ask Undeil.


“True,” Said Brandon nodding.


“As expected,” Undeil nodded while rubbing his chin. “You Just said that she has red hair, does she have horns?”


“Not ... As I recall, he doesn't have it, what is it?” Brandon asked, Turning his back to look at Undeil who seemed to be thinking deeply.


“In Alundris, the temple had spread a sketch of a red-haired and horned woman, but one day later, they pulled her back as if something had happened, ” Dorian explained instead.


“That's Suspicious isn't it?” Ask Undeil.


“Neither, But with this, if it is true that he is a pagan like you, I think it would be very beneficial for you if I could control that woman,” Brandon began to smile widely.


“True. But the question is, are you sure you can control that woman with your magical tools?” Undeil asked, Staring seriously as if testing Brandon's belief in his plan, then glancing towards a glass glass.


“We will see,” said Brandon with a face that changed from confident to flat. “ at the Thanksgiving event later, which I believe he will attend as well. I'll go up to him and give him wine with this glass,” he continued while lifting the glass.


“Alright,” says Undeil agrees. “But before you do the hard way, I will try to recruit him first.”


“Yes, do as you please,” said Brandon again smiling widely while staring at the wine glass in his hand.


‘This is the glass of the curse seal I obtained from a ruin, which is where this glass can make any witch become my slave if she drinks from this glass, hehehe,’ He thought.


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(King Cael Waldengrace III)



(Queen Katherine Waldenfrey )



(Prince and the rightful heir to the throne, Prince Tristan Waldengrace)



(Princess Diana waldengrace)


In the throne room inside the Royal palace. The capital of the kingdom of Houlus in Mareen. Currently Cael III, the King was currently sitting on his throne while a messenger had just come from the Bellwyne residence carrying a message.


Along with her, there was also the Queen sitting on the throne next to Cael, and a Prince and Princess were at the bottom standing together with the four representatives of the four dukes, and a right hand of the King.


“Greetings to the king,” said the messenger while lowering his shoulders. “I want to convey a message from duke Willem Bellwyne, here is the message.”


The messenger also began to convey his message that the King had been invited by the duke to come to his Thanksgiving event regarding his recovery which coincided on Monday, 7 Days to come since this message arrived.


“Sayang?” As the Queen asked, Katherine Waldenfrey of the Duke Waldenfrey family looked at Cael confusedly.


“She has healed ... the fucker has healed, ahahaha,” Cael laughs happily. “He even invited me a week before the show started! Ahahahah.”


Everyone in the room was awkwardly silent, but also smiled. Meanwhile, the prince and the princess of the king were conversing and whispering among the nobles standing.


“Hmph, I am a voter,” said the Prince, Tristan Waldengrace.


“Selector?” Ask Diana.


“True, I am the type of guy who is picky,” Tristan replied with his leisure.


“Hopefully you can tell which ones are picky and which ones are players,” said Diana somewhat stressed, and Tristan simply replied with a slanted smile.


“Quick prepare travel!” Cael suddenly said as he stood up. “You guys, come! hahaha, I will meet the bastard in a state of recovery,” he continued while pointing at Diana and Tristan.


“And also Mr. Edgar of the barons of Imberd, as the ambassador of duke bellwyne, come with us.” Cael added before he departed from his throne. “You are ready, my beautiful queen,” she continued to turn to Katherine who was still sitting on her throne while teasing her.


“Hmm, well my king,” said Katherine smiling sweetly, while Edgar lowered his head obediently.


Cael stepped off his throne, then approached Edgar.


“I have heard that your son Rodrik has come out of templar,” Cael said as he began to embrace Edgar.


“True to you,” replied Edgar letting Cael embrace him.


“Take him into the elite, I heard he has immunity to magic, which is why he has been in the templar order for the past year,” said Cael and kept walking away from the throne room with the others.


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(Rodrik Iovember)


In the town of the nobles at Joundr, in the baron's residence in Imberd. Right now Rodrik was wiping his sword while sitting inside the weapon and armor storage room.


“After Fretlen replaced me, the temple immediately doubted my faith,” Rodrik said while wiping his sword. “Hahh~ that woman, thank goodness she managed to escape— ah no no no, why do I keep thinking about it?”


‘I saw his frightened face back then inside Rey's cage, he really didn't look dangerous and instead looked helpless. But just because the origin comes from Pagan summoning magic, he was treated cruelly by the Temple,’ he thought while remembering the incident.


While at the great temple, Rodrik persuaded Hezekiah to grant Slatanis freedom because he had been the victim of a kidnapping. He also assured that the power of Slatanis was not a threat, but that his power could be used by the temple if Hezekiah could convince him.


Because of this suggestion, Hezekiah ordered some witches to give him an antidote to the poison and gradually interrogated him without giving the slightest threat.


‘I am a knight with a code of chivalry attached to me, therefore I do that. Let's just hope I do the right thing, and hopefully he's really harmless,’ Rodrik thought.


Tok tok!


The sound of knocking on the door was heard.


“Come in,” said Rodrik who is still cleaning his knight equipment.


“Mr Rodrik, you just got an invitation from your little friend, Young Master Roland,”, said the butler, giving Rodrik a letter.


“Good, thank you,” Roland said as he received the letter.


He opened it and started reading the letter, then smiled.


“Hahh~ thank goodness Mr. Willem finally recovered as well,” Mumbled Rodrik while closing the letter back. A letter containing a Thanksgiving invitation that will be held 7 days later.


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