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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
91

Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
91

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

I saw the phrase once and then
blinked, looking again before rubbing my face and looking one more
time.

But no matter how many times I
checked, the phrase remained the same.

Really?! Joy’s Affection Level
has surpassed 70?!

It was something I never
expected, so to me, it felt like the biggest reward of all.

My favourite character likes
me!

What could be greater than
this?

Sure, she probably likes me
more as a benefactor than a friend, but who cares!

Friendship isn’t something
that happens just because you want it to!

Friendship happens naturally
as you spend time together!

Just this one phrase alone
made me feel like I had gotten enough in return for almost dying a
moment ago.

If I can win Joy’s heart,
nothing else matters, even if I’m beaten half to death!

With confidence that I could
laugh off whatever came next, I checked the following message with a
smile.

[You have successfully
withstood the Apostle of the Evil God!]

[Reward: Your physical
condition will be fully restored.]

So that’s why my body was
fine.

At least that sloppy Armadi
does maintenance on his toys.

But if you’re going to do
that, can’t you just make sure they don’t break in the first place?

Why do I have to nearly die
every single time? Could it be that he’s really a sadist who enjoys
seeing things break?

If that’s true, then you’re a
real piece of work.

Sadist Pedo God.

But since I’m in a good mood
today, I’ll pretend it’s not true.

I mean, could a god really be
some pervert clapping like a seal at the sight of a bleeding bratty
girl spouting profanities?

With that thought, I checked
the next message.

This one was also sent by
Armadi.

[You have successfully
repelled the Apostle of the Evil God!]

[A feat that was thought
unattainable!]

[The skill that played the
most crucial role in this process will be enhanced!]

…Wait a second.

Stop!

Stooooop!

Why are you enhancing this?!

Hey!

No. Armadi!

Why are you doing this?

I gritted my teeth and
defeated your enemy for you!

You said it was an
unattainable feat! Then why are you trying to mess with me instead of
giving me a proper reward?!

I was too scared to look down,
but what could I do?

The result might have already
been determined.

The previous talk with Karl
might have been because of that.

Right. Let’s think positively.

Even though I’ve been betrayed
every time I tried to think positively until now, this time might be
different.

Please. Please, I beg you,
Armadi.

Don’t give your toy any more
suffering.

As I prayed internally and
dared to look down,

[Reward: Penalty Reduction for
[Mesugaki] Skill]

I buried my head in the
blanket.

Ugggh!

Thank you so much, Armadi.

This unfaithful follower has
always insulted and threatened you, yet you bestow mercy upon such a
follower.

Until now, I’ve always doubted
your will, but now it’s different.

You’ve bestowed many hardships
to lead up to this moment!

Ah, Armadi.

I will faithfully attend
church and pray on holidays.

I will even donate.

I will bring my friends to
church as well!

Karl? Frey? Bisi?

Just say the word!

I will convert them into your
followers!

Armadi!

With a joyful smile, I closed
the message.

There was one left.

Now then, what’s this one
about?

Based on my past experiences,
it’s about time for some unreasonable hardship to come.

The pattern has always been
getting my hopes up high and then crashing down.

But this time, it can’t be
like that.

My mood has soared past the
sky, gone through the atmosphere, and reached space.

Can anything pull me down from
this weightlessness?

[A new quest has appeared!]

[Claim the top spot!]

[Achieve first place in the
Academy’s midterms!]

[Reward: Inventory Feature
Unlocked]

[Failure: ???]

I expected an unreasonable
hardship as usual and read through the message, puzzled by the
straightforward content without any traps.

What is this?

Isn’t this too uneventful?

Armadi, didn’t you want to be
blamed?

Aren’t you the type to smirk
while hearing me curse at you?

So why are you holding back
this time?

I mean, I appreciate it.

I really do.

But it’s a bit unsettling when
someone who usually doesn’t act this way suddenly starts to be kind.

I don’t know what’s awaiting
me next.

I can’t be sure if this is the
calm before the storm or a red carpet leading to a happy future.

I never thought I’d say this,
but it might have been better if he just gave me unreasonable
hardship.

That way, I could comfortably
curse at Armadi and worry about how to twist my body out of the
situation.

But now, I have to worry about
what kind of hardship will hit me next.

Damn it.

What is this?

What could it be? Could it be
related to the main story?

Well, I’ve already expected
that, so it’s fine.

Even if it gets worse, I can
handle it.

How about interpersonal
relationships?

There’s already a quest to
make two people reach Affection Level 70, so what more could be
required?

Even if more people are added,
as long as I can shift focus to Arthur or Phoebe, it’ll be fine.

The truly impossible one would
be reputation.

But that’s asking too much.

If he demands I improve my
reputation within the Academy, I’ll just quit.

If it’s some other type of
reputation, I might be able to manage somehow…

Worries upon worries piled up
in my mind.

If I were on the other side of
the monitor raising a character, I could probably solve all of this,
but that’s not the case now.

Right. Instead of worrying
unnecessarily, let’s focus on what needs to be done right now.

Even if the worst happens,
I’ll think of a solution then.

It’s better to be prepared for
anything in the time I would spend worrying.

Right. First, let’s level up
and improve my skills.

Phoebe gazed at the mace in
front of her with her eyes, often described as shining like
moonlight.

According to Johan, who worked
in the Allen Family’s territory, this mace once belonged to Paladin
Ruel, one of the heroes who saved the world long ago.

Ruel’s Mace.

It vanished along with Paladin
Ruel when he disappeared from the world.

For the past three hundred
years, many have tried to find it but none even came close.

Countless swindlers claimed to
have Ruel’s Mace, only to be beheaded as frauds.

According to Johan, Lady Allen
found this relic after receiving a revelation from the gods.

Until today, Phoebe hadn’t
paid much attention to it.

No matter how great its
history, an object is just an object.

If someone was guided by the
divine to this relic, it meant there was a purpose for its use by
that person.

There was no reason to envy
someone for possessing a holy relic.

Phoebe used to think that way.

However, recently, small
doubts have begun to arise within her.

Emotions she had never felt
before started to shake her heart.

‘Why do the divine only
speak to Lady Allen?

Why give her attention?

Why care for her?

Why do the divine continue to
share its light with Lady Allen, who until recently denied the
existence of gods?

Why?

Why?’

Caught up in these thoughts,
Phoebe suddenly opened her eyes wide, shook her head, and clasped her
hands in front of her chest. To repent for her darkened thoughts.

Phoebe became a member of the
Church of Armadi according to prophecy before she even understood the
ways of the world.

There were no issues in that
process.

She had no relatives, no
parents, nothing.

The only price the Church paid
to take Phoebe in was a single silver coin given to the orphanage.

From then on, she was raised
as a Saint by the Church.

No matter how others might see
it, Phoebe did not find it difficult.

Neither the education she had
to receive as a Saint.

Nor the many things she had to
endure.

Nor the numerous tasks she had
to perform.

None of it felt particularly
strenuous to her.

So, she thought to herself,
this must be why the divine chose her as a Saint.

Phoebe’s only concern was that
she had never heard the voice of the divine.

While Armadi does not appoint
apostles, he is not entirely silent.

The fact that most
high-ranking officials in the Church chose their path after receiving
revelations from Armadi made this clear.

But Phoebe had not once heard
the voice of the divine.

Even though she was called a
Saint.

Even though she was considered
to be loved by the divine.

Even though she was a person
meant to spread the love of the divine in the world.

Not even once.

Yet until now, Phoebe had not
felt impatient. She believed that when the time was right, the divine
would speak to her, as all things are according to their plan.

However, recently, Phoebe had
started to harbour doubts.

‘Could it be that they no
longer love me?

Could it be that they are too
occupied bestowing love on others to pay attention to me?’

When such doubts arose, one
person’s face would come to Phoebe’s mind.

The person holding a mace.

The person wearing a necklace
imbued with divine blessing.

That confident and irritating
smile.

That mocking tone looking down
on her.

“Phoebe. Why are you like
this? This is not how you repent.”

Phoebe spoke to herself
reproachfully and took a deep breath.

“Lord Armadi, please grant
me a revelation.

Show the wavering lamb the
way.

Help me cast off this
confusion.”

She had been praying fervently
when she heard the sound of a door opening.

The person who entered through
the door of the church was…

“Hello. Sloppy Saint.”

It was the very face that
Phoebe had been passionately thinking about just moments ago. Phoebe
forced a smile as she looked at him.

“Lady Allen.”

Ever since the incident in the
back alley where she encountered the assailant, Joy had made a firm
resolution.

‘I can’t just stand still
here. If I remain paralyzed by my past, I’ll end up living my life
perpetually indebted to Lady Allen’s grace.

I can’t let that happen.

Lady Allen is always throwing
herself into adversity.

To repay her grace, I must
overcome my past and become someone who can stand beside her when she
faces those hardships.’

“Lady Allen.”

And so, Joy sought out Lucy.

It might be rude, but she
needed to ask for another favour.

To pay back the grace she had
received.

“What is it, Airhead
Lady?”

“Please help me become
stronger!”

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