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    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
    31

    “These tea leaves are
    from the region of Vasily. They have a pleasant aroma and a subtle
    sweetness that makes them very popular. It’s a high-quality product,
    so please try it.”

    ‘Thank you, Bishop.’

    “Since you’re offering,
    I’ll drink it. Stubborn bishop.”

    Every day, I feel like I want
    to shut Lucy’s mouth, but today that feeling was more urgent than
    ever.

    Johan is such a troublesome
    person to have as an enemy, and I really didn’t want to provoke
    him, but this [Mesugaki] skill keeps pressing the provocation
    command. It feels like a hole is forming in my stomach in real-time.

    If it weren’t for the
    [Mesugaki] skill, my outward composure hiding my tension, my hands
    would probably be trembling by now.

    I decided to take a sip of the
    tea as suggested by the bishop.

    I’m sure it’s good tea, but
    the atmosphere in the room was so heavy that I couldn’t fully
    appreciate its taste or aroma.

    “Lady, may I first confirm
    whether you really exorcised Agra’s Curse?”

    ‘Yes, go ahead.’

    “Well, that’s why I’m
    here. Hurry up.”

    “Then, excuse me for a
    moment.”

    Johan closed his eyes and
    started muttering in a language I didn’t understand, and several
    magic circles appeared around me.

    Each one glowed a subtle
    white, filled with geometric patterns that someone like me, without
    any magical knowledge, couldn’t comprehend.

    From what I learned in Harne’s
    classes, each pattern in those magic circles holds specific meanings.

    I wonder how many meanings are
    embedded in this complex magic circle.

    As I was marvelling at it, the
    magic circles suddenly vanished from around me.

    “It appears you have
    indeed exorcised Agra’s Curse.”

    I heard a gasp from behind me.
    It was probably the priest assisting Johan.

    “Lady, if it’s not too
    much trouble, could you share how you managed it?”

    ‘Of course.’

    “Want to hear it? Haha.
    Alright. You seem desperate, so I’ll tell you.”

    I had thought about how to
    frame the story on my way here.

    The only concern was how it
    would be translated.

    Today of all days, the
    [Mesugaki] skill had been aggressively interpreting my words.

    “I received a
    revelation.”

    “Are you saying you heard
    the words of God?”

    Instead of answering, I pulled
    out the mace I had kept in my pocket and restored it to its original
    size.

    Seeing the mace suddenly
    spring out from my empty hand, Johan raised an eyebrow, and the
    priest assisting him quickly ran to his side and cast a protective
    spell.

    Did they think I was going to
    smash Johan’s head?

    I knew Lucy’s past deeds
    weren’t light, but this seemed a bit rude.

    It’s like they’re treating a
    noble lady as a terrorist.

    Johan and I reacted almost
    simultaneously; I furrowed my brows, and Johan spoke in a stern
    voice.

    “Priest Pelkin. What is
    this disrespectful behaviour? Withdraw your spell at once.”

    There was more than just
    language in his firm words; they carried authority.

    The priest, realising his
    mistake, quickly dispelled the magic and bowed his head.

    “I apologise, Bishop.
    Lady Lucy Allen.”

    I could use this incident to
    steer the conversation to my advantage, but that might provoke Lucy’s
    mouth to spew something even harsher.

    Hmm. This time, let’s be
    generous.

    After all, it’s not a
    relationship that will end in a day or two; let’s consider it a
    favour granted.

    ‘This weapon is Ruel’s
    Mace.’

    “Ruel’s Mace. Even a
    stubborn bishop should know this, right?”

    “…Are you saying this
    is the mace of Sir Ruel, who was designated a saint?”

    ‘It’s real.’

    “Does it look like I’m
    lying?”

    “If it’s not too much
    trouble, may I examine it?”

    When I willingly handed over
    the mace, Johan received it as carefully as if it were a precious
    artefact.

    Then he started examining it
    meticulously, as if appraising a jewel.

    It didn’t seem like he would
    finish anytime soon.

    As I lifted my teacup while
    waiting for Johan to finish his appraisal, Grandpa spoke up.

    ‘You didn’t know?’

    I thought he’d naturally know.

    All the heroes who fought to
    save the world two hundred years ago were designated as saints
    posthumously.

    Even a child would know this
    fact; I didn’t expect Grandpa to be unaware.

    ‘Isn’t it natural to
    receive that much recognition after saving the world?’

    ‘What? Why?’

    What are you talking about!
    How well have I treated Grandpa!

    Normally.

    Although I get mad a lot, I
    still think of him as a hero!

    Since I know the game’s story,
    I am aware of how much pain and hardship Grandpa has endured.

    “It appears genuine. How
    did you find this? Ruel’s Mace definitely vanished a long time ago.”

    While bickering with Grandpa,
    who demanded more respect, Johan’s voice brought me back to reality.

    ‘I already told you…’

    “Didn’t I say? I received
    a revelation. No matter how old you are, it’s troublesome if you
    forget what was just said.”

    The impact of Ruel’s Mace must
    have been significant.

    Despite my provocations, Johan
    listened calmly.

    Showing the mace in advance
    was a good move.

    Otherwise, our voices might
    have risen in the middle of the conversation.

    There were many things I said
    that could be roughly translated to Mesugaki.

    When I recounted the modified
    stories of passing Ruel’s Trial and lifting the curse in Evans
    Village, Johan’s lips stiffened for the first time.

    It looked like he was serious,
    but it was different.

    When this person becomes
    serious, it actually means he intends to have an earnest
    conversation.

    “Are you saying you
    discovered the hidden trial and used the potion obtained there to
    lift the curse?”

    ‘It’s something that
    couldn’t be achieved without a revelation, right?’

    “Indeed, it couldn’t have
    been achieved without a revelation. Isn’t that so?”

    “It sounds like an
    unbelievable story, but since the evidence is right in front of me, I
    can’t deny it. I believe you.”

    After saying this, Johan took
    out a small box from his robe and placed it in front of me.

    When I asked with my eyes if I
    could open it, the bishop nodded. Inside the box was a cross shaped
    into a necklace.

    The dazzling white cross made
    of silver was exactly as I had seen it in the game.

    The symbol of the Church of
    Armadi. Back when Soul Academy was just a game, it was an item that
    increased the favorability of people related to the Church of Armadi
    and boosted the character’s luck stat.

    Now that it’s reality, the
    effects would probably apply in a similar way.

    Given Lucy’s current
    reputation, increasing her favorability wouldn’t bring dramatic
    changes, but it was better than nothing.

    More importantly, the effect
    of this item would grow stronger every time I lift Agra’s Curse in
    the future.

    One day, this might help
    overcome Lucy’s bad reputation.

    Thinking about it, I wore the
    necklace.

    It had been decades since he
    chose the path of a priest against his family’s opposition, yet Johan
    Vieira still found it difficult to understand God’s will.

    That delinquent Lady Allen,
    receiving a revelation from God?

    What could God be thinking?

    He knew well about Lady Lucy
    Allen.

    The reason Johan, who should
    have been working in the holy land, but instead came to this church
    was because of Lady Allen.

    It was a few years ago.

    Back then, Lady Allen would
    come to the church every day without fail, causing trouble.

    She blasphemed against God,
    hurled insults at the priests, acted violently, and threatened the
    worshipers.

    Had it been any ordinary
    noble, the Church of Armadi could have suppressed them with its
    power, but Lucy Allen was not someone they could handle that way.

    She was cherished by one of
    the continent’s top warriors, the Iron-Blooded Knight, Benedict
    Allen.

    If things went wrong and they
    incurred Benedict’s wrath, even the Church of Armadi would find
    itself in a difficult position.

    That’s why Johan Vieira was
    dispatched.

    As a member of a high-ranking
    family and someone with considerable authority within the church, he
    was the right person to resolve the issues at the Allen Church.

    As soon as he was deployed to
    the Allen Church by the Pope’s command, he negotiated with Benedict
    Allen and managed to settle the problem.

    In truth, it was more of a
    threat than a negotiation, but the problem was resolved, and that was
    what mattered.

    A few months had passed since
    then, and today, Lucy had come to the church again.

    This time, it wasn’t to wreak
    havoc.

    She came to discuss matters
    related to the church.

    To be honest, the things Lucy
    spoke about seemed as unbelievable as saying a dragon didn’t know
    magic.

    She claimed to have exorcised
    Agra’s Curse, which only a high-ranking priest could do,

    She had found Ruel’s Mace,
    which had been missing for over a century,

    And she had received a
    revelation from God.

    All of it sounded like tales
    from a minstrel’s song.

    But all of them were true.

    Because the evidence of all
    those stories was right before Johan’s eyes, he had no choice but to
    believe.

    “Is it true that the one
    who insulted God has received His revelation? What on earth is Armadi
    planning?”

    Johan looked up at the ceiling
    as he spoke, but no answer came.

    It seemed that God still had
    no intention of revealing anything to him.

    “There will be chaos for
    a while.”

    The fact that someone had
    received a divine revelation.

    That Ruel’s Mace, which the
    church had been searching for after it went missing long ago, had
    reappeared.

    That someone had exorcised
    Agra’s Curse and become an adversary of the Evil God had emerged.

    None of it was insignificant.

    “I thought she was
    someone worthless.”

    These matters were all related
    to that notoriously incorrigible noblewoman.

    It’s simply hard to believe.

    Perhaps monks at the holy site
    would think Bishop Johan had lost his mind.

    Imagining the expressions of
    those who confirmed that all of this was true, Johan quietly chuckled
    and resumed moving his quill.

    “Come to think of it, Lady
    Allen has been rather quiet today.”

    Could she have changed a bit
    after receiving God’s revelation?

    As Johan considered this, he
    remembered how she used to call him a boneheaded priest and shook his
    head.

    Changed? Not at all.

    The first thing to greet me
    when I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside was the message
    window that tormented me daily.

    [Please enrol in the Academy.]

    I waved my hand to dismiss the
    message window and slowly got up.

    I felt unusually tired.

    Was it because I had been
    riding in a carriage for the past few days?

    As a habit, I reached out to
    ring the bell, only to realise I was waving my hand in the air and
    that I wasn’t at the mansion.

    Oh, right.

    I had come to take the Academy
    entrance exam.

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