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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
108

Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
108

As the mace smashed into
Adri’s face, countless objects that had been floating around the
mansion suddenly clattered to the floor.

Since I’ve seen this pattern
about four times already, it should be about time for her to fall.

Just in case, I raised my
shield, prepared for a surprise attack, but Adri didn’t appear again.

Instead, a door leading
outside the dungeon and a table with rewards appeared.

So, is this the end of Phase
2?

If I leave the dungeon now,
the strategy here will conclude, but I still haven’t saved Adri.

There are a few more things I
need to do.

It took longer than expected.

Going through each room to
clear it naturally took up a lot of time.

If I had been able to skip the
monsters that appeared midway like in an ordinary dungeon, it
wouldn’t have taken this long.

Now it’s not a question of
whether I can get some sleep before the exam; it’s a question of
whether I can even get to the exam hall before the test starts.

I don’t know exactly how much
time has passed, but I hope I’ll at least have time to take a shower
at the dormitory.

‘Just barely.’

Even if I couldn’t endure it
myself, my skill forced me to hold on.

Even if I wanted to collapse,
I couldn’t.

Well, actually, I think I
could have managed this without the skill.

I’ve done similar training
tirelessly in the Allen Family.

Possell’s training may be
harsh, but it’s never pointless.

I passed by the dungeon
entrance and headed to the place I last visited when clearing this
mansion’s dungeon.

The iron door was firmly
locked, but when I inserted the key I got from Bisi, it opened
effortlessly. It’s almost over. Let’s finish quickly and get some
rest.

I was born into a family of
necromancers. When I was young, I didn’t realise this was something
unusual.

My mother too. My father as
well.

Even all the members of my
family practised necromancy, so how would a little girl who was just
toddling around know it was strange?

When I first learned
necromancy and showed it off, my parents were overjoyed.

They said I had talent. That I
was a prodigy who would bring honour to the family.

They embraced me and smiled.

So, to make my mother and
father happy, I worked even harder to master necromancy.

Normally, such stories would
be about a girl who discovers her ideals when she steps out into the
world, but unfortunately, I couldn’t realise my ideals while I was
alive.

Before I could, the Paladins
of the Church of Armadi came and burned down our family.

As a child at the time, I
wasn’t aware of what was happening and was locked in the basement by
my parents.

They told me they’d come to
get me once it was all over.

I blindly waited for my
parents, trusting only their words.

Living in the basement wasn’t
difficult in itself.

There was water.

There was food too. I had no
trouble surviving as long as I stayed in the basement.

Despite the loneliness, I
endured it with patience.

Hoping for salvation.

Studying necromancy, hoping
that my parents would be pleased with my progress someday.

One day.

Two days.

A week.

A month.

There was no twist of fate.

The child born into a family
of necromancers died alone, in the family of necromancers.

That was all there was to it.

Creak.

Adri opened her eyes at the
sound coming from outside the door.

“Huh? Just now, I was
definitely…”

Adri bolted upright.

What came to her mind was the
face of the thing that was hunting her.

No matter what attacks she
launched, it effortlessly dodged them.

Even when cursed, it laughed
as if nothing had happened.

With an irritating smile, it
taunted her. While it ruthlessly smashed her head.

That monster’s image.

‘Here. Is it coming here?

What should I do?

Where should I escape to?

Is there even a point in
running away?

If it’s that monster, it
will definitely follow me wherever I go, right?

What is she?’

Adri hated that petite woman.
She despised her.

But above all, she feared her.

She was terrified of the
monster that shattered her very understanding of the world.

As Adri trembled at the
growing voices outside, she suddenly realised she had seen that face
somewhere before.

‘[Omitted]’

Huh?

Do I know that monster?

How?

That person isn’t from our
family.

She stands in direct
opposition to necromancers.

How do I know someone like
her? In her confusion, Adri, who had been tearing at her head,
suddenly realised she had a ribbon decorated in her hair.

This must be it.

‘Is this what you were looking
for? Take it.’

…And then she remembered.

The events after she became an
undead spirit.

Staying alone in the ruined
mansion without knowing why.

Feeling so lonely that she
sought someone to play with, but everyone ran away at the sight of
her.

Then one day, Bisi appeared
and spoke to her.

Then a little girl who got rid
of the dungeon in the mansion and gave her a ribbon as a gift.

Clang.

Hearing the door open, Adri
looked up and saw a child with a mace slung over her shoulder,
smiling leisurely.

“Lucy…”

That’s what Bisi called that
girl, right?

The girl slightly squinted her
eyes and then lifted the corners of her mouth.

“Hehh. Interesting. I
thought the old ghost woman had gone senile a long time ago.”

“Who are you calling an
old woman?”

Adri frowned, clearly
displeased with her title.

It was a familiar sight.

A grumpy girl with a lot of
complaints. In spite of that, as a Necromancer, her skills were
exceptional. She was an NPC who taught Necromancy to players. Adri.

I always thought we would meet
again someday, but I never expected it to be this soon. Should I say
it’s all thanks to our petty Evil God?

‘Do you remember
everything?’

“Lonely old hag. Did you
remember everything?”

“Who are you calling an
old hag, damn brat?”

I could tell she was really
mad about the age comment, but if you’re just counting years, isn’t
she technically a grandma? Combining, my past and current lives’ ages
still wouldn’t match up to hers. So I think it’s fair to call her
that.

Besides, no matter how much
you grumble, there’s nothing I can do. The [Mesugaki] skill is what
calls you an old hag.

‘Let’s go. Bisi is waiting
for you.’

“Stop grumbling and let’s
go, old hag. Time to see your granddaughter.”

“Ugh… I see why Bisi
doesn’t like you.”

From Adri’s sigh-like
response, it seemed she talked a lot in the mansion about me.

Considering the trouble Bisi
had because of me, it wasn’t surprising she’d talk behind my back a
bit.

“Hey. Brat.”

‘What is it?’

“What is it, lonely old
hag?”

“What happened here today is
a secret from Bisi. Especially anything about me.”

At first, it might seem like
an odd request, but I knew why Adri was asking this. She pretends to
be innocent in front of Bisi.

To be precise, she doesn’t
have any memories of her life before becoming this dungeon’s anchor,
so she behaved innocently back then.

Even now, with all her
memories back, she wants to appear innocent in front of Bisi.

She truly considers Bisi a
friend.

‘I get it.’

“Alright. For an old hag who
is shaking and begging; I can at least do that much.”

“When did I ever! Ugh…”

Seeing Adri pretend to clutch
her chest out of frustration at dealing with me, I couldn’t help but
think it’s a good thing she’s a ghost.

If she wasn’t, given her age,
she’d probably have a heart attack from her high blood pressure.

After finishing our brief
conversation, I took Adri and left the room.

Adri used to be the boss of
this dungeon, but she isn’t anymore.

After regaining all her
memories from when she became an undead spirit, she’s just a grumbler
who cherishes her only friend.

So now, I just need to take
her outside the dungeon and bring her to Bisi, and this matter will
be over.

Now it’s time to go take the
exam.

As we reached the main gate,
with Adri still grumbling in my ear about why she’s being called an
old hag…

Ding.

A sound rang in my ears.

There was no need to question
who it was from.

There’s only one person who
would want to mess with me in my moment of relief.

[Agra is watching you.]

Hello. Petty Evil God.

I’ve been waiting for you to
show up.

You, the stalker who used to
watch me every single day while I was conquering the dungeon near the
Academy, were just waiting for the final moment, weren’t you?

Really, whether it’s Armadi or
the Evil God, there’s no proper deity among them.

Oh. My mistake. This time
around, Armadi has actually done his job right, so I suppose I
shouldn’t lump him in.

It’s become a habit, so I
unintentionally included him.

Anyway, Evil God bastards are
all vile through and through.

As soon as the message
appeared before me, the entrance leading outside the dungeon and the
rewards vanished, and armoured undead spirits appeared at the
mansion’s front gate.

They looked totally different
from the knights who initially blocked my path.

These ones in bloodstained
armour had a distinct aura compared to the mansion’s knights.

How they held their weapons.

How they formed their ranks.

The look in their eyes as they
stared at me.

There wasn’t a single thing
lacking; they possessed the skill worthy of being called strong.

‘What a bunch of damn
knights from the Church of Armadi.’

‘Are those people from the
Church of Armadi who attacked this family?’

No wonder they didn’t retreat
even after seeing the divine power imbued in my mace.

“Child of divine power,
step aside before the undead spirits.”

“Necromancers must be
eradicated from this world.”

“If you do not step
aside, we shall consider you a heretic.”

“A heretic? Me?”

The absurdity of it made me
laugh involuntarily.

If an Apostle of Armadi like
me is considered a heretic, who in the Church of Armadi isn’t?

No matter what I do, I
probably reflect the will of God more accurately than anybody else on
the continent.

“What are they prattling
on about?♡ Sloppy knights♡ who’ve never even heard the voice of
God, acting all high and mighty♡ Pathetic♡”

Even as I blurted that out, I
wasn’t completely confident I could defeat them.

They weren’t as overwhelmingly
daunting as the alchemist I’d encountered before, but they weren’t
easy opponents either.

If it were a one-on-one fight,
I might have gritted my teeth and given it a shot, but their numbers
made it impossible.

Knights trained in group
combat aren’t just a simple group.

They are a nightmare, many yet
one.

From my training with the
Allen Family, I knew all too well what happens when knights form a
cohesive unit.

If they decided to hunt me
down, it wouldn’t be difficult for them.

Even if I had the upper hand
in terms of compatibility…

It’s impossible right now.

But.

Hmm.

I can’t back down.

After going through all that
trouble overnight, you want me to admit failure without gaining
anything?

Sorry, but I can’t do that.

I’m a petty, small-minded
person who won’t let go after taking a loss.

With that decision made, the
moment I swung my mace, objects that had once ransacked the mansion
began to float into the air one by one.

“Kiddo. I thought you’d
run away, but you’re tougher than I expected. I’ll give you
that.”

Hearing Adri’s voice from
behind, I couldn’t help but stare blankly at her face.

It’s not strange.

Adri is still the anchor of
this dungeon.

It makes sense that she
retains her power as the boss.

It makes sense, but…

This never happened in the
game.

An unforeseen event.

Ever since I came into this
world, unforeseen events have consistently threatened me.

Events that plagued me at
every turn.

For the first time, one of
those unforeseen events was trying to help me.

“What are you looking at,
you cheeky brat.”

‘You sure are talkative for
someone who got beaten by me.’

“Acting tough despite
being an old sloppy hag who was defeated by me. It’s pitiful, must be
because you’re old.”

I can handle this.

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