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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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The moment Joy saw the
concentrated magic in the assailant’s hand, the first word that came
to her mind was ‘death.’

I will block it. I will break
it. I will counter it.

Such thoughts couldn’t even
occur to her. She thought it was impossible.

How could anyone resist such
immense power?

There were no complex
techniques or sophisticated methods, but the assailant’s magic was
sheer overwhelming force.

Facing him, Joy couldn’t help
but feel defeated.

But Lucy was different.

She saw the assailant’s magic
and stood in front of Joy with a smile.

Her condition was terrible.

Her body was stained with
blood.

Her arms and legs trembled as
if just standing was her limit.

Even the magic that usually
created shields effortlessly could not be summoned.

Nothing about her was in
proper shape.

Yet, she smiled.

As if it was no big deal, she
stood up and looked at the concentrated magic in the assailant’s
hand.

And then she said.

“Airhead Lady. It’s
okay.”

‘What do you mean it’s okay?

There’s no way to block that
magic.

We’re both going to die.

We’re going to die here
without achieving anything, just a pathetic death!

How can it be okay?!’

Joy had countless things she
wanted to say to Lucy.

“Trust me.”

But all those complaints were
silenced by that one phrase Lucy uttered next.

Normally, she would have
dismissed those words as mere bravado.

She would have thought it was
something said recklessly just to reassure her.

But somehow.

Lucy Allen’s words were
incredibly trustworthy.

Joy nodded and looked past
Lucy.

And soon enough, the assailant
threw his magic.

It was overwhelming violence,
as if he intended to erase this entire alley from the world, and
aimed it directly at Lucy.

At that moment, Lucy pulled
something out from her chest and held it forward.

Then, starting from Lucy, a
bizarrely shaped magic circle unfolded, forming a blue barrier.

The barrier looked incredibly
flimsy.

With so little magic contained
within, how could it possibly be sturdy?

Yet, astonishingly, the
assailant’s magic couldn’t penetrate that barrier. As darkness avoids
light, the black magic merely skidded past the blue barrier.

What on earth is this?

Seeing such a miraculous
sight, Joy’s eyes widened, while Lucy turned her head slightly and
gave her usual annoying smile.

“I told you it would be
okay, right? Hmm?”

“…Yes.”

Scroll of Magic Distortion.

Its effect is very simple.

It causes all magic flying
towards the area where the scroll was unfurled to miss its target.

Just from the description, it
sounds like a ridiculously overpowered item, and in reality, it truly
is.

Does it seem a bit unfair?

Well, it’s an overpowered
item, what can you do?!

It has a short activation
time,

During its activation, no one
inside the magic circle can use any magic,

You can only carry one of
these at a time due to its carrying limit,

It even negates all the
mediocre spells that might be cast on the item,

And you can’t obtain it unless
you go through the black market, but even with all these flaws, it’s
still a reality-defying item.

Imagine how valuable it is to
negate an opponent’s threatening magic even just once.

In the later parts of the
game, it’s considered an essential item for boss fights.

It’s a lifesaver that can
prevent a total wipeout if you fail to counter the boss’s patterns.

And today, that overpowered
item fulfilled its role once again.

As the enormous magic that was
about to crush the world gradually dissipated, Nacrad’s face became
visible beyond the blue barrier.

He was gritting his teeth, but
he had no more tricks up his sleeve.

While it’s true that he’s
strong by this world’s standards, he isn’t at the level to destroy
a veteran of Soul Academy.

His divine barrier spell broke
in just three minutes, didn’t it?

If Tariki regains his power
later, things might be different, but for now, he’s just a mere
bully preying on the weak.

“Hey. You should have cut
my throat when you had the chance.

Why did you use magic so
half-heartedly?

Were you so annoyed by what I
did that you wanted to inflict absolute despair on me?

Haha. If that’s the case, you
just got played hard by a Mesugaki, you idiot.”

As I smirked, Nacrad’s brows
furrowed, but instead of doing anything further, he floated back into
the sky and flew off to another place.

If this goes according to the
story, he’ll probably just escape for now.

As I watched him, the blue
barrier lifted as the effects of the magic subsided.

The smell of blood, burnt
remains, and dust lingered in the air around me.

My vision gradually blurred,
and the ringing in my ears wouldn’t stop. Amidst it all, I could hear
the voices of Grandpa and Joy.

And behind them, the countless
footsteps of many people mixed together.

Is this the end of this
incident?

As soon as I felt relieved,
everything I had been forcing myself to suppress came flooding in.

There was no longer any reason
to endure, so I let myself be swept away by that wave and lost
consciousness.

The last thing I saw was a few
message windows popping up in front of me.

“Lady Allen?!”

Seeing Lucy collapse forward,
Joy hurriedly caught her.

‘No. No way.

I haven’t even repaid your
kindness, so this can’t be happening.

I know you have a troublesome
personality, but don’t be selfish.

Don’t leave me with nothing
but debt!’

Just as Joy’s trembling hands
reached to check Lucy’s condition, another set of hands came close
beside her.

She was startled and took a
step back, still holding Lucy tightly.

As if she could never let go,
no matter what.

But it wasn’t an enemy.

It was a priest dressed in
white garments.

“I am a priest of the Church
of Armadi.”

He showed the necklace around
his neck and looked into Joy’s eyes.

“I need to check on your
friend’s condition. Could you lay her on the ground?”

“…Yes. Yes.”

As soon as Joy carefully laid
Lucy on the ground, the priest began using his magic.

While Joy watched anxiously,
praying for Lucy’s safety, another person approached and spoke to
her.

“Lady Partan.”

Turning her head, Joy finally
noticed the people behind the priest.

Professors from the Academy.
Guards. Priests of the Church. Mages.

It looked like everyone in the
Academy’s street capable of immediate action had gathered.

Among them, a representative
was one of the Academy’s professors.

“What happened…”

“Should I be the one under
interrogation?”

Joy’s tone is often difficult
for many people to handle, even when she speaks gently.

When she speaks seriously,
even a seasoned professor is at a loss for words and flustered.
Seeing this, Joy turned her gaze back to Lucy.

Watching the priest examine
Lucy in the silence she created, Joy spoke as soon as the priest
finished his magic.

“How is she?”

“Lady Partan. I hesitate to
tell you this, but…”

Seeing the priest trailing
off, Joy took a deep breath.

It must be bad.

Of course.

Lucy had narrowly escaped
death.

If she were in perfect
condition, that would be even stranger.

“She is fine. She has only a
few minor injuries.”

“What? But Lady Allen has
collapsed!”

“She is sleeping.”

As the priest spoke, he told
Joy to listen to Lucy’s breathing.

Despite thinking it was
impossible, Joy did as the priest suggested and listened closely.

To her astonishment, Lucy’s
breathing was as peaceful as a small child napping, making a gentle
snoring noise.

“Sigh.”

In a paradoxical mixture of
disbelief and relief, Joy’s legs gave out, and she collapsed to the
ground.

“Really. Please don’t scare
me like that.”

Upon waking up, I saw an
unfamiliar ceiling.

No, wait. I’ve seen it before
when Joy collapsed last time.

Anyway, as I gazed at the
infirmary ceiling, I sat up and tried to recall why I was here.

I was supposed to watch the
start of the Main Quest at the plaza today.

Ah, I met Nacrad and got into
a huge mess.

So, it makes sense that I’m
here.

But for someone who got
injured back then, my body seems perfectly fine?

No matter how much [Armadi’s
Mercy] helped me recover while I fought, it couldn’t have been
perfect.

Wondering about this
unbelievable fact, I tilted my head and pinched my cheek.

It definitely hurt.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem
like a dream.

Feeling relieved by that fact,
I looked around for someone who could explain the situation to me.
Just then, the door flung open, and someone walked in.

It was Karl.

As soon as he saw my face, he
stiffened, then walked over in silence before kneeling down and
pressing his forehead to the ground.

“Miss! Please execute
this unworthy knight!”

What’s gotten into him now?
I’m already having a hard time.

“Regardless of what others
said, I should have stayed by your side, Miss, but I…”

Oh dear. Is it because of
that?

Can it really be considered
his fault in the slightest?

‘Karl. It’s okay.’

“Mutt, it’s okay.”

Oh? Oh?! Ooh!

Why did I say that?!

Has the [Mesugaki] Skill
changed?!

“I must have truly
disappointed you, Miss.”

Stopping Karl from smashing
his head into the infirmary floor was mentally more exhausting than
dealing with Nacrad.

It must be because I didn’t
call him sloppy at all.

Wait did he like being called
sloppyy?

“I’m sorry, Miss…”

After finally calming Karl
down, I was able to get an explanation of the current situation from
him.

Despite his quirks, his report
as a knight was concise and clear.

They identified the appearance
of the Apostle of the Evil God.

While the patrol members were
chasing him, a barrier formed.

After breaking through the
barrier and entering, they found Joy and me.

While protecting us, some
members continued to pursue the Apostle of the Evil God.

“And the weapon Miss was
using is currently being kept by the Church.”

No wonder Grandpa hadn’t
said anything; he wasn’t here beside me now.

Why did the Church take my
weapon?

“The mace was on the ground
and no one but the Saint could lift it.”

Ah, I see. Since it’s a divine
weapon, there wasn’t much choice.

I’ll have to get it from
Phoebe later.

Other than that, there were no
particular issues.

After hearing all the
explanations from Karl, I sent him off with a word of thanks.

Although he didn’t seem to
want to leave my side, there was no helping it.

I wouldn’t be able to
comfortably check my rewards with him around.

Reluctantly, Karl left,
looking at me with the sorrowful eyes of a dog seeing its master off.

Turning my gaze to the
numerous message windows appearing before me, one text stood out the
most.

[Joy Partan’s Affection Level
has surpassed 70!]

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