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by adminMesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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The priest lost his words and
just stared at my face before he snapped out of it and started to
smile.
“Lady, it’s not funny to
joke around like this.”
‘But I’m serious.’
“Are you calling me a
liar?”
“No, that’s not it,
but…”
Although he denied it, it was
obvious he didn’t believe a word I said.
Is this what the boy who cried
wolf felt?
But why do I have to be
treated like a liar for something I haven’t done?
It’s really unfair.
While I was contemplating how
to convince the priest, even Grandpa started making a fuss.
‘Didn’t I tell you?’
Come to think of it, I was so
out of it yesterday that I completely forgot to mention it.
‘When Armadi saved me
yesterday, he said he would make me his Apostle.’
Grandpa seemed to want to
scold me as usual but stopped himself mid-sentence.
‘What’s the matter?’
Grandpa continued,
You’re asking me to keep the
fact that I’ve become an Apostle of God a secret?
Why?
In the world of Soul Academy,
becoming an Apostle of God is never a bad thing.
On the contrary, not boasting
about it would be strange.
Why would you hide the fact
that a great transcendent being in the sky has recognized someone’s
potential and chosen them as their Apostle?
Even in the game, Apostles of
the Divine would let everyone know, as long as they weren’t serving
the Evil God.
So why does Grandpa want me to
keep it a secret?
It was hard to understand, but
since Grandpa was so serious, I agreed for now.
Grandpa had never asked me to
do anything harmful before.
‘Think whatever you want.’
“Believe what you want,
you sloppy priest.”
“Yes, understood. But do
you really intend to receive the baptism?”
‘Yes.’
“Why? Is there a problem?”
“As you know, receiving
baptism means…”
The priest rambled on with the
usual boring stuff.
Something about baptism
meaning becoming a new person, and duties to uphold for that…
I let his words go in one ear
and out the other.
When the priest seemed to have
forgotten about anything related to being an Apostle, Grandpa sighed
in relief.
‘I’m sorry I forgot about
it. But why do I have to hide that I’ve become an Apostle?’
Grandpa told me it was
something written in the scripture of the Church of Armadi.
While the content was quite
exaggerated, given that it was from the scripture, the summary was as
follows:
Armadi must remain the central
figure among the gods, so he cannot show favouritism towards anyone.
Therefore, although he might
offer minor assistance and mercy, he never appoints anyone as his
Apostle.
Personally, it felt to me like
Grandpa was trying to defend a lazy and incompetent God in some way,
but I didn’t voice that thought.
I already knew I’d get an
earful from Grandpa if I did.
‘But I did become an
Apostle.’
What if the scripture had been
lying?
What if there was another
reason no Apostles of Armadi had appeared until now?
We never had to worry about
this before.
Because, as the scripture
stated, no Apostle of Armadi had ever appeared.
But with my appearance as an
Apostle of Armadi, this fundamental premise collapses.
Normally, churches welcome the
appearance of a god’s Apostle, but the Church of Armadi is
different.
The sudden appearance of an
Apostle of Armadi, who hasn’t appeared for hundreds of years, would
mean that everything the Church of Armadi has built up until now
would be shaken to its core.
The Church of Armadi would
never welcome an Apostle of Armadi.
Grandpa withheld the darker
side of things, perhaps not wanting to alarm me, but it wasn’t
difficult to imagine what he left unsaid.
In the worst case, the church
might try to erase me.
The Church of Armadi isn’t
entirely spotless, after all.
Realising this sent a cold
sweat running down my spine.
It was indeed fortunate I had
Grandpa with me. What would have happened otherwise?
If I had gone around
ignorantly proclaiming myself as an Apostle of Armadi…
The outcome would not have
been pleasant, to say the least.
Sloppy and petty Armadi!
Attempting to assassinate me
in such a way?
If you were offended by my
supposed insult, you should have just struck me down with divine
punishment instead of resorting to such a shady method!
It’s a relief I’m just a
girl who cried wolf here.
If I were one of those sincere
believers who would never dare lie in a god’s name, what fate would
have befallen me?
“Do you understand?”
While I was grumbling, filled
with resentment towards the incompetent Armadi, the priest asked me
as if to confirm my understanding.
I’m sorry, but I didn’t
quite catch what you said, so I’m hesitant to respond.
Well, these kinds of
explanations are like terms and conditions.
Neither the one explaining nor
the one listening pays much attention.
‘Yes.’
“Sloppy priest. What do
you take me for?”
As I nodded shamelessly, the
priest forced a smile.
“It’s just a formality.
Please understand.”
After that, the priest led me
to a room deeper inside the church.
The room looked more like a
reception room for guests than a place for baptism.
“Please wait here for a
moment. I will bring the person who will administer the baptism to
you, Lady.”
Ah. So he’s going to bring
someone.
But aren’t you a priest too?
Can’t you perform the baptism yourself?
Is it because I’m a noble that
a higher-ranking person has to do it?
After waiting for a while
seated in the reception room, the door suddenly swung open, and
someone entered.
The first thing I noticed were
her golden eyes.
Soft eyes that shone like the
white moon embedded in the night sky.
Long, white hair that flowed
down to her waist.
Skin so white it seemed almost
pale.
A pure white nun’s robe,
without a single speck of dust.
If the colour white were to
take human form, it would look like this beautiful girl who smiled at
me, a smile that seemed capable of purifying even a demon.
“Hello, Lady Allen. I am
Phoebe from the Church of Armadi. People generously call me a saint.”
Among the characters from Soul
Academy, she was considered the best in terms of personality.
She consistently ranked at the
top for her appearance too.
Moreover, as befits the title
of Saint, she was the top healer character, winning the hearts of
performance enthusiasts—truly a god-tier heroine.
Some people critiqued her as
being overly nice and therefore dull and uninteresting apart from her
looks, but even those spreading such rumours were embraced by her
excellence.
She’s one of my favourite
characters!
Why is the Saint here?
Well, it’s not strange for
her to be here since she must have taken the entrance exam for Soul
Academy, but why is she meeting me?!
I was left speechless by her
appearance, which seemed so beautiful and noble.
When I saw Phoebe through the
monitor, even though descriptions like noble or sacred appeared, I
couldn’t really relate to them.
It didn’t seem fitting to call
a woman with a figure so pronounced beneath her loose nun’s robe
sacred.
But now, those words resonated
deeply.
Ah, how could I have
entertained such impure thoughts while facing her when I played the
game?
Begone, lustful devil!
This is no place for you!
“Lady Allen?”
“Nice to meet you, Sloppy
Saint.”
While admiring Phoebe’s
holiness, I greeted her thoughtlessly, causing the ]Mesugaki] Skill
to spew out a sloppy comment.
No, hey! Mesugaki Skill, can’t
you feel the sanctity she possesses?
How could you utter such a
sloppy thing in the presence of such purity that moves all beings?
How malicious an evil spirit
are you!
Even as I resented the
[Mesugaki] Skill, I sighed in relief.
Calling her a sloppy saint is
not the worst thing.
If it had called Phoebe by the
community’s nickname like it did with Joy…
Could Phoebe have maintained
her smile after being called a lewd saint?
Should I be thankful or is
this just a matter of course?
Phoebe simply smiled, even
after being called sloppy.
“Hoho, thank you for
treating me so casually, my lady.”
Despite being called sloppy,
she even thanked me.
As expected of a saint.
‘Here…’
“What brings you here?”
“I came to express my
gratitude first. Thank you for protecting Joy. Thanks to you, Lady
Allen, Joy was able to return safely.”
Watching Phoebe bow her head,
I recalled that Joy and Phoebe had been friends since childhood.
‘Joy…’
“How is Airhead Lady? Is
she alright?”
“Pfft. Airhead Lady? So,
you really call her that?”
Was she amused by her friend’s
nickname?
Phoebe turned her head and
chuckled, finally calming down before answering that Joy was fine.
She mentioned that Joy had
some minor injuries, but she had healed them all. Joy was healthy.
“She was taken by the
Duke’s family of Partan this morning, so she’s not here right now.”
‘What about Jacob?’
“And what about that
little noble?”
“Little? If you mean
Jacob, yes, he’s fine too. You don’t need to worry.”
Thank goodness.
Neither of them suffered any
lasting effects.
I had feared the mental attack
from the alchemist might have had unknown consequences.
“Really. It seems you
call no one by their name.”
‘That’s not true.’
“That’s not true, Sloppy
Saint.”
Though sometimes it adds
‘sloppy’ or ‘foolish’ in front, there are people like Possell I can
call by name.
I still don’t know what the
conditions are for that.
“Is that so? I’d like
to hear it sometime.”
‘By the way…’
“By the way, was your
visit only to express your thanks, sloppy saint?”
“No. I have one more
thing. I heard that Lady Allen is here to receive baptism today.”
Oh, could it be…
“I will be in charge of
that baptism. If you’re not comfortable with this, I can call
someone else.”
‘No! It’s alright!’
“It doesn’t matter.
Whether it’s done by the Sloppy Saint or a sloppy priest.”
“Haha, that’s a relief
then.”
Oh my goodness! The day has
come for me to receive baptism from the saint!
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