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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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What is this?! What the heck?!

What’s going on?!

A baptism normally isn’t like
this.

When I received a baptism in
the game, there were just simple effects and it was over. Has
something changed because this is now reality?

I quickly glanced beyond the
magic at Phoebe’s expression.

Her eyes were wide open in
surprise. Just from that, I knew this wasn’t a normal situation.

What is that sloppy Armadi up
to now?!

Doesn’t he know what could
happen to me if it’s revealed that I’m his apostle?

Or is he really planning to
assassinate me?!

“Lady Allen, could you
please close your eyes?”

Despite being clearly
flustered, Phoebe continued as if nothing was wrong.

It made me realise she was a
professional, calmly proceeding with the ritual regardless of her
personal feelings.

…Let’s just quickly go along
with the baptism as instructed.

Anyway, as long as I don’t say
anything, it’s not like they’ll find out I’m Armadi’s apostle.

I pretended to know nothing
and closed my eyes, taking a praying posture. Phoebe recited the
baptismal prayer.

As I was half listening, a
ringing sound echoed in my ears.

A message?

Curious, I opened one eye
slightly and saw a window pop up in front of me.

[Quest Clear]

[Upon receiving baptism, you
have become a follower of Armadi.]

[Armadi is watching over you.]

[Your status has been elevated
to an Apostle of Armadi.]

[A reward will be granted.]

[You can now use the ‘Quest’
function.]

“Huh?”

Quest function?

“Lady Allen, is something
the matter?”

‘No! Nothing at all!’

“This is none of your
concern, Sloppy Saint.”

“…Understood. Let us
continue.”

Questions kept popping up in
my mind.

It’s one thing to become an
Apostle of Armadi, which I already knew, but what on earth is this
Quest function?

Could it be what I’m thinking?

As I muttered the word ‘Quest’
in my mind, a familiar window, the one that greeted me every morning,
appeared before me.

Yes, it’s the Quest window
from the Soul Academy.

“Phew.”

Countless thoughts raced
through my head.

I’ve felt something was
strange ever since it started talking to me through messages.

Seeing messages like ‘Your
gaze has been noticed’ or ‘A blessing has been given’, that sort of
thing made sense.

But it was odd for it to
converse with me through messages.

Normally, revelations are
supposed to be delivered by someone like Grandpa Ruel, through spoken
words, not via messages. Messages are a function in a game.

At the time, everything was so
urgent that I overlooked it, but seeing the Quest window unlocked
brought back my questions.

Armadi. What exactly are you?
You can manipulate game functions?

Could it be related to how I
got pulled into this game world?

Well, asking that won’t get me
an answer, so let’s ask something else.

If you can manipulate game
functions, why not give me something more useful?

What’s the point of a Quest
window? There are so many good things like a Status Window, Analysis
Function, Skill List, or a Map, but you give me a Quest window?!

Damn sloppy god, are you just
trying to mess with me, huh?

Countless other questions
swirled in my mind.

But no answers came.

Damn it, that sloppy god
remained silent.

It’s clear they know exactly
what I’m thinking.

“You now stand under
Armadi’s grace.”

As Phoebe spoke, the divine
light surrounding me seeped into me.

I felt an indescribable,
tingling sensation spreading through my veins as it permeated my
heart. It was a strange experience.

Something inside my body was
changing.

Just like when I had consumed
the elixir before.

But unlike that time, I felt
no pain at all.

When the energies swirling
inside me finally settled, Phoebe declared:

“This concludes the
baptism.”

After leaving the church, I
told Grandpa about my experience during the baptism, and that was his
response.

So, does that mean I
automatically changed jobs during the baptism?

Becoming a Paladin, huh.

Not bad.

In fact, it’s probably for
the best.

Considering the stats and
skills I’ve been building up, it’s well-suited.

I had somewhat intended to
become a Paladin from the start anyway.

But why do I feel so uneasy
about this?

Is it because I sense that
everything is happening exactly as that damn sloppy god wanted?

‘Seems so.’

Not that I ever asked for
their interest.

Sigh.
Worrying for no reason won’t get me anywhere.

In the end, everything turned
out the way I wanted it to.

So, thinking about what to do
next is much more beneficial.

‘Grandpa, could you teach me
the various skills Paladins use?’

‘I look forward to your
guidance.’

Now that I’ve become an
Apostle of Armadi, Agra will become even more obsessed with me.

He’ll try to erase my
existence from the world in any way he can.

So, if I don’t want to die, I
have to get stronger.

Strong enough to escape any
trial that comes my way.

Returning to my room, I took
out Kerta’s Crystal Ball that I had obtained from Soul Academy today.

Just thinking about the pain I
felt when I drank the elixir brought countless worries and fears
swirling in my head, but before long, [Overcoming Fear] wiped away
all those thoughts.

I took a deep breath and
shattered Kerta’s Crystal Ball.

Then I writhed in agony before
losing consciousness.

I never imagined it could be
more painful than when I drank the elixir.

Seriously.

When I returned to the mansion
a few days later, Benedict put on the most exaggerated display of
worry I’ve ever seen the moment he spotted me.

Even though we had talked
every night via communication magic since the incident in the
dungeon, he still reacted that way.

Or maybe, considering I
reassured him with the communication magic, this was actually the
least of his worries.

If there had been no
communication magic, I can’t even imagine how much more he would
have panicked.

Thinking about the day of the
incident when he was crying and shouting that he would destroy the
Soul Academy, I wondered if he might have actually stormed the
Academy before I even returned.

So, the day I returned, I
ended up spending the whole day with Benedict.

For once, it was impossible to
fend him off with my usual curses—calling him hateful, disgusting,
or telling him to get lost.

The next day, after a night
that felt more mentally exhausting than when I met the Alchemist, I
went outside early in the morning.

Normally, I would have enjoyed
training with Possell, but there was something I needed to do first.

“What new achievement have
you accomplished this time?”

Johan, the Bishop of the
Church of Armadi, whom I hadn’t seen in months, greeted me with his
usual bright smile.

‘You may not know this…’

“You probably don’t know,
but I got baptised by the sloppy church and became a believer.”

“I’m aware. I heard the
Saint herself performed the baptism.”

The news had spread that far
already?

Am I such a big deal for
information about me to spread so quickly?

Well, it’s better this way.
If he already knows, I don’t need to explain it all over again.

‘Please help me learn divine
magic.’

“Bishop, help me learn
divine magic.”

Though I received divine
energy in my body during the baptism, I still can’t use divine
magic.

That’s because learning divine
magic requires teachings from the church.

This is exactly why I went out
of my way to find Johan, even though talking to him is always
awkward—to learn divine magic.

I need to develop some
proficiency before enrolling in Soul Academy, don’t I? Upon hearing
my request, Johan raised an eyebrow before responding.

“Lady, divine magic is
not something one can learn simply by becoming a follower of Armadi.
It can only be taught by a priest after proving one’s faith over a
long period.”

Johan rejected my request with
various reasons, but I knew they were all excuses.

True, there are some spells
that require a certain level of divine power to use.

But there are also spells that
don’t have such requirements.

Where does he get off saying I
can’t learn any of them?

Just admit you don’t like me.

Sloppy Bishop.

I anticipated he would react
like this, but he’s more blatant than I expected.

As I half-listened to Johan’s
lecture, I took out a glass bottle from my robe and placed it on the
desk.

“And what is this?”

‘Magic Power Enhancement
Elixir.’

“It’s a Magic Power
Enhancement Elixir. You’re a sloppy one, so you might never see
something like this in your life.”

“…Is that true?”

‘I swear by Armadi.’

“I swear by your sloppy
god, this is the real deal.”

While Johan’s expression
didn’t change at my insults, calling Armadi a “sloppy god”
made him press his lips into a thin line.

It was a natural reaction.
He’s a Sloppy Bishop but also a devout priest.

Talking like that in front of
a believer would understandably provoke a strong response.

However, Johan simply
stiffened without saying a word.

The Magic Power Enhancement
Elixir was that tempting. The elixir boosts one’s abilities
immediately upon consumption.

Regardless of whether those
abilities are at their lowest or at their peak.

Naturally, the latter find the
elixir more valuable.

When abilities are low, it’s
not hard to improve them, but the higher they get, the more effort it
takes to increase them further.

For someone like Johan, who
has reached the highest rank as a priest, improving his abilities is
nearly impossible. The only way for him to become stronger is to
increase his skill proficiency.

To such a person, the elixir
is irresistibly alluring.

Especially since Johan hasn’t
given up on aiming higher.

‘If you promise to help me…’

“I’ll give you this elixir
if you promise to help me.”

In the game, you couldn’t
resist the allure of the elixir.

Why would it be any different
now?

I don’t think it will be.

Johan, staring at the elixir
without saying a word, finally sighed deeply and nodded.

“What do you wish to learn?”

Ha. Just as I thought.

No matter how noble you
pretend to be, when faced with what you desire, you can’t help
yourself, can you?

Sloppy priest.

When I covered my mouth and
laughed, Johan bit his lips.

Grandpa, watching me tempt
Johan, spoke up after seeing Johan reconcile with reality.

‘What does it matter? I didn’t
become an Apostle because I wanted to.’

‘I agree.’

If only I could ask, I would.

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