My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

"As our guest, you have the honor of going first," she said.

\'What kind of honor is this? Isn\'t it just that she\'s worried we might not enter after her?\' Eren thought, though he didn\'t let it show on his face.

"How considerate of you," he said as he held the hands of Zia and Yu Lin, stepping towards the portal.

Gathering every bit of courage he had, he stepped inside the portal with the two girls, disappearing within.

It was only after he vanished into the portal that the Holy Priestess also entered, leaving everyone else behind.

The portal closed as soon as the Holy Priestess returned.

With everyone gone, the Archbishop finally sat on the ground, wiping sweat off his forehead. Throughout this time, his back had been drenched in cold sweat as he worried the Holy Priestess might kill him on her way out.

He had lost the opportunity to impress her, making one mistake after another.

Not only had he lost the False Priestess, but he also failed to secure his palace, allowing someone to free the prisoners while he remained completely ignorant.

Despite his failures, he felt quite lucky to have survived the ordeal. The longest night of his life was finally over, and he had managed to make it through.

He felt quite lucky that at least he was alive. The longest night of his life was finally over and he had managed to survive it.

....

The Holy City was known as the oldest city of the Holy Empire, being the first city where civilization on the Western Continent was said to have begun.

Nestled within a sacred valley, the city was shrouded by a holy barrier that protected it throughout the year. It was commonly believed that this barrier was a gift from Goddess Freya herself, bestowed upon the children closest to her heart.

Even though the city was the oldest in the Holy Empire, its recorded history was surprisingly brief, for reasons shrouded in mystery. It was as if the city\'s true past had been intentionally erased.

Unfortunately, those who once knew the real history of the Western Continent had long since passed away. Only a few powerful beings, such as the Overlords of the other Continents, were privy to the true nature of this region, but they showed little interest in it.

For the people of the Western Continent, the flaw in historical records didn\'t matter. They were absolute believers in Freya who was their Goddess and the true creator of this world in their eyes.

Many people within the Holy Empire aspired to live in the Holy City, but only a few were granted this privilege, if they were fortunate enough.

For those outside the Holy City, there were two other options to become a resident.

The first was to demonstrate exceptional talent in wielding the Divine Essence of the Goddess. Those who could showcase their devotion were accepted into the Holy Church as trainee Priests.

They were allowed to live in the Holy City with their families. Even if they were later assigned to other cities within the Holy Empire, their families could still remain in the Holy City and enjoy all the privileges.

This opportunity made many families eager to have their children selected by the Holy Church, and they were often disappointed if their children failed to meet the requirements.

Some families even went so far as to kill their children in anger and disappointment, though the Holy Church showed little to no concern for such incidents.

The second method to become a resident of the Holy City was a globally accepted practice. It was bribery. Only the wealthiest and most affluent beings within the Western Continent were able to purchase their way in.

Despite the high cost, the wealthy were willing to pay, as the protection and benefits of being a resident of the Holy City were unparalleled. It was even rumored that no one could fall ill within the Holy City, making the price worth the investment.

In such a heavily protected city, three guests from the Eastern Continent had suddenly arrived, brought by the Holy Priestess herself.

In the heavily fortified Holy City, three guests from the Eastern Continent had suddenly arrived, brought by the Holy Priestess herself.

Within the Central Hall of the Holy Church, a young man stepped out of the spatial portal, holding the hands of two girls tightly.

As Eren entered the Holy City for the first time; in another place, a sword wrapped in holy shackles deep within the Royal Palace began to buzz fiercely.

All the shackles keeping the sword trapped shattered into thousands of pieces as the weapon reached an even more violent state.

If not for the barrier around the sword, it was unclear how many people in the Royal Palace would have died from the poison emitting from the Holy Sword.

Meanwhile, the Pendant of Poison around Eren\'s neck began to glow brightly. Fortunately, it was hidden behind Eren\'s clothes, so no one else could sense the pendant\'s radiance.

Even the Sword Emperor\'s Aura that Eren possessed started reacting strangely. Eren\'s mind was already clouded as his body was in disarray. It took even more effort to restrict the Sword Emperor\'s Aura.

He felt the urge to release the Sword Emperor\'s Aura to the fullest, but he knew that it might be perceived as a threat at that moment. Eren restricted his aura, even though it caused him more harm.

As for why this was happening, he attributed it to his apparent allergy to Spatial Travel. By now, he had come to blame everything on this supposed weakness.

"He is a Great Elder?"

"He doesn\'t look anything special."

"Did the standard of the Demon Sect fall? I thought they used to be comparable to us? Was I wrong?"

Many Cardinals voiced their sharp opinions, eyeing Eren, who appeared weak as if he could collapse at any moment.