episode_0395

“Are you thinking of heading to an art school?”

Was it because I was openly frowning? Alsatin’s words were filled with caution.

“That should be it. We can’t just watch these perverts do stupid things.”

“Are you an asshole…?”

“Okay. What an idiot.”

As he threw the paper he was holding on the desk and declared, Alsatin’s expression became subtle.

“Can you tell me why?”

“Can you use another expression other than being an asshole when it comes to planning to go after things on your own?”

The place where the arts denomination is heading now is a clear trap. There are terrible things created there by followers of various evil gods.

It’s not a dungeon that you can somehow overcome if you work hard. It is a hell full of malice that will kill those who fall into the trap.

If it’s not an asshole thing to go in there with your own feet, what would be an asshole thing?

“This is a trap?”

Alsatin’s eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“This is information that was cross-verified by interrogating followers of other evil spirits based on what Nakrad leaked.”

“Ha. Because your intelligence is so low. Why don’t you go next to Caria and roll with the jackal right now? I think that’s appropriate for your level.”

I once again understood that people living in this world do not know much about the followers of evil spirits.

If you knew how they think, you would know that there is no way these crazy people worshiping evil spirits would sell out their power.

“Listen carefully. Because I don’t want to waste any more time on you, who is so pathetic.”

At Soul Academy, the evil spirits are more closely grouped together than expected.

Unlike the various churches that were feuding to increase their own power in each region, the followers of the evil spirit joined forces to survive the oppression.

Although the gods they each serve may be different, the commonality of having to live with their identities hidden is what brought them together.

That is why followers of evil gods never sell out to other forces.

Those who want to achieve their dream of resurrecting the evil spirit think of each other as collaborators.

Because he considers his dream, which will come true through the resurrection of the evil spirit, to be more important than the pain he will experience in this life.

Fanatics who become followers of evil gods for their own reasons are willing to sacrifice their lives for their dreams to come true, even if it means dying.

The same goes for Nakrad. For the man who devoted himself to the forces of evil spirits after his wife’s death, this world without his wife is not particularly important.

All he wants is a wife to meet after death.

A guy like that betrayed the forces of evil spirits in order to survive? He leaked information knowing it would mean he wouldn’t be able to meet his wife?

Is that possible? That guy would rather be dead than give up the chance to meet his wife.

After listening to my explanation to the end, Alsatin blinked and then asked a question.

“I understood the mindset of the followers of the evil god. But why do the words of Nakrad and the other followers agree?”

“A goldfish? I told you this before, why don’t you understand? I heard that the assholes who follow the assholes like to lick each other?”

We also agreed on what kind of false information we would tell if captured, so of course the same information would come out.

“…Ah! Indeed!”

Only then did Alsatin take out the notebook from her pocket, check this and that, and then let out an exclamation.

I realized something was wrong.

That’s really strange. Alsatin in the game noticed that the information was strangely consistent, but why can’t Alsatin in real life do the same? Is this a reaction to Karia’s return?

“I understand. I will immediately convey this news to the Arts Council.”

“Information seller. Don’t show off.”

The reason why I stopped Alsatin, who wanted to move alone, was simple. Because his words lack credibility.

Even if he, who was just an informant, said that the plan was wrong, how seriously would the Arts Council take him?

But I am different. If I, the crow goddess’ favorite, tell the story directly to the Arts Church, they will immediately revise their plans.

“Don’t be cocky and just follow me. Do you understand?”

“In that case, I will just prepare to move to the Arts Center in advance.”

*

After breaking up with Alsatin, I told my friends about our breakup.

Now let’s all go home, rest, and meet again at the academy.

Although each friend had a different reaction, they all agreed that they welcomed the break. I guess this is normal since we’ve been forced to march for almost a month.

The people of the Leeds estate also welcomed our disbandment.

The people who had been forced to follow us as we continued to conquer the dungeon day and night were so happy that they shed tears when we told them that we were leaving.

Watching that, I wondered if I was too insensitive to those people. Although I couldn’t apologize or express gratitude because of my Mesugaki skill.

Anyway, after escaping from Leeds Territory, instead of heading straight to the Arts Church, I first visited the Aln family.

I don’t need a break. Compared to the various trainings I’ve done so far, the hard work I did not long ago was nothing. There was also a time when I was a little excited to be considerate of my friends.

The reason I visited the Arlen family was because I needed someone to suppress the perverts of the Arts Church.

I still remember the day I contacted the Perverted Apostle through the crystal ball.

All kinds of strange guys appeared from behind the perverted apostle and competed to meet me.

Going to an art school means being in the middle of all those perverts, and I’m not confident I can handle that on my own!

At least I need someone to stop those perverts from coming near me! The optimal appointment I was hoping for was Porcell.

Although he may not be as good as Benedick, I thought he would be able to suppress the perverts of the Arts Church with considerable fame and power without much difficulty.

“Sorry. miss. I would like to accompany you, but I cannot leave the territory when the head of the house is away.”

But unfortunately, my hope collapsed in front of the wall of reality.

shit! I thought I could stop those disgusting guys if I had Porcell!

In the end, the people who went with me to the headquarters of the Arts Order ended up being the same as always.

Carl, my escort. A bald knight who comes along like a set menu. Erin, who will take care of all the little things. And even the goofy fox is regaining his strength as spring approaches.

“Don’t worry! Lucy! I will try to stop other perverts from approaching! Cheeky bastards! I am the only pervert around Lucy!”

As I listened to the stupid fox talk nonsense, I had a lot to say, but I didn’t dare say it out loud. You should be satisfied that he admitted that he was a pervert. Otherwise, I’ll just get tired.

After gathering the people, I headed to the place where Alsatin had said he would be waiting.

“Lady Aln. I’m having a bit of a problem. The Arts Church cannot accept teleportation by outsiders.”

After hearing the explanation that this wasn’t a strange thing as it tends to be a rather closed place, I answered without much thought.

“Information seller. Tell those perverts my name.”

“Yes?”

“If you tell me to, do it. My hair is better than your old, shabby hair.”

Alsatin tilted his head as if he didn’t understand what was going on, but followed what I told him.

“…Uh. Permission was given.”

I first sent Alsatin and other knights to the teleportation group, and then headed to the headquarters of the Arts Order.

I closed my eyes as I saw a blue light blooming around me. Then the dizziness brought on by instantaneous movement hit me.

In the past, I couldn’t stand it and fell to the floor, but not now. I’m still upset and my head hurts, but it’s not enough to make me faint.

I took a deep breath, regained my composure, and carefully lifted my eyelids. Then, I closed my eyes again as I saw the people of the Arts Order swarming beyond the barrier created by the sword and the bald knight.

…weird. I think I saw something wrong.

Did I have a lot of fatigue built up without me realizing it?

So you passed out and are having a strange dream?

“Aaagh! So pretty!”

“Lady Aln! Please just wave your hand once!”

“Apostle, you have a monopoly on these works of art!?”

“Mandibular. Even if I die today, there is no time left…”

“Is this the incarnation of the goddess?”

“Wow. It’s so beautiful.”

As I listened to the voice that penetrated my ears, I began to regret coming here.

If I had known it would be like this, no, I knew it would be like this, but if I had expected it to be this bad, I would have just left everything to Alsatin and not even thought about coming here.

Should I go back now? Are you going to let Alsatin take care of everything?

While thinking about this and that, I tried to gather myself and lifted my eyelids.

I felt a little excited as I felt the base desires of countless gazes directed at me.

If you think about it, is there any reason to be reluctant to those perverts? There are no kids that are as fun to play with as them.

They’re not opponents I can’t defeat with strength, like a stupid fox or a perverted apostle. If it gets really gross, just chase it away.

After I changed my mind, those disgusting perverts started to look like toys.

Hmm. You’ve only been harassed by other perverts.

Should I return some of that resentment to those scum?