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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
109

Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
109

“…If you hadn’t saved
me, I wouldn’t have let you off so easily.”

Upon hearing Adri’s words, I
thought of replying, “And what would you have done if you didn’t
let me off?” But I kept my mouth shut.

Provoking someone who’s trying
to help me might result in getting hit in the back of the head.

Even though it seems I’ve
already provoked her, since she’s holding back, I should too.

Somehow, it feels like I’m
getting more influenced by the [Mesugaki] skill.

At this rate, will I
unconsciously call people sloppy even after the skill disappears?

“Damn it, kid. Take care
of the one in front. I’ll handle the rest.”

‘Got it.’

“Alright, you old loner.”

So, the one in front must be
referring to that knight who told me to get out of the way.

‘Really?’

I understand. No matter how
skilled the knights are, without someone to keep them in line, their
coordination will falter.

In the case of undead spirits
who’ve lost most of their reason, this is even more critical.

So, in essence, Adri’s request
was for me to tackle the strongest and most bothersome leader among
them, while she would handle the mobs.

Has she become so crafty from
wandering the abyss for so long?

Acting like you’re going to
handle everything and then pushing the heaviest burden onto me.

But still, it’s much better
than the alternative.

If Adri weren’t here, I’d
have to face all these guys alone.

I raise my shield and look at
the undead knights.

Their gazes are fixed on Adri,
not me.

That’s partly because they
despise undead spirits, but also because they see Adri as the bigger
threat.

It’s only natural.

Which would be more
terrifying—a spirit capable of being the boss of a dungeon or a
small girl holding a shield?

A typical tank wouldn’t be
able to draw their attention here.

Compared to Adri, my presence
feels insignificant.

But I’m not your average tank.

I’m a tank with an insanely
effective taunt skill.

“You lowly knights of the
sloppy Armadi, you’re being played by that petty Evil God♡”

As soon as I uttered those
words, their gazes shifted to me.

“Aren’t you embarrassed
posing like that?♡ If it were me, I’d have killed myself out of
shame already♡”

“We are prepared for
disgrace. In accordance with the will of our god, we…”

“Are you talking about
sloppy Armadi?♡ Really?♡”

“How dare you defile the
name of our god!”

Even though you’re being
manipulated by Agra, you haven’t forgotten the name of Armadi. How
pathetic and pitiful.

Judging by how furious they
look, they must truly believe they’re doing the right thing.

“Hey♡ Hey♡ Do you know?♡
Sloppy Armadi doesn’t hate undead spirits?♡”

“What nonsense.”

“How would you know that!”

“Because I am the Apostle of
that sloppy Armadi♡ You trash knights♡”

The Armadi, whom you think you
faithfully follow, pushed me to save Adri when I hesitated. If he
truly hated undead spirits, that wouldn’t have happened.

Right?

“How dare you try to deceive
us!”

“You’re really dumb♡
That’s why you’re being played by the Evil God♡ Sloppy
intelligence♡ You’re heretics who’ve never even heard the voice of
god♡ Shouldn’t you be purified at the sight of a cross?♡”

“Silence!”

Overcome by emotion, the
leader of the knights at the forefront charged at me, followed by
several objects flying around that targeted the knights behind him.

Normally, the leader would
have issued commands to counter such tactics, but he had no time to
think.

His eyes were solely focused
on me.

I caught his sword strike with
my shield, both hands holding steady against the blow.

He’s definitely strong.

My hands gripping the shield
trembled.

But it’s manageable. I’ve had
countless experiences like this.

“Are you really the
Knight Commander? I bet an orc’s punch would be much stronger than
yours~”

Facing a sword is second
nature to me.

When I first started wielding
a shield, my sparring partner was Karl.

And recently, my frequent
training partner has been Frey.

Both are incredibly skilled in
the art of swordplay.

When you face such opponents
with a shield…

You naturally start comparing
them with any other sword fighter you encounter.

If it were Frey, she’d be
pressuring me much harder right now.

If it were Karl, he would have
noticed that the opening on my right side is a trap and attacked
elsewhere.

Neither of them would give me
the time to swing my mace.

To put it bluntly.

The Knight Commander’s
swordsmanship is lacking compared to theirs.

In terms of physical stats, he
might be much stronger than Frey, and possibly comparable to Karl.

But his sword techniques are
subpar, making him no threat at all.

“To think someone like
you is the Knight Commander. How sloppy must the Church of Armadi
have been back in the day?”

“Shut up!”

“Apologise to your
subordinates for believing in trash like you! Apologise to the Church
for making someone as worthless as you a Knight!”

“I said shut up!”

“Are you angry? What are
you going to do about it? You can’t even put a scratch on my
shield, you worthless trash.”

From the start, the Knight
Commander’s swordsmanship basics were lacking compared to Frey.

If someone like him, consumed
by emotions, started swinging his sword recklessly, what do you think
would happen?

Naturally, his swordsmanship
would fall apart.

Right now, he was no longer a
knight.

How could someone who only
relied on their physical strength without a shred of skill be called
a knight?

He was a monster.

A low-level monster, without
intelligence, and without even noteworthy physical abilities.

I deflected his descending
sword with my shield and swung my mace.

Thud!

No matter how sturdy his
armour was.

No matter how strong his body
was.

As long as he was an undead
spirit, he couldn’t withstand a mace imbued with Armadi’s divine
power.

The knight had to retreat,
clutching his bruised side.

“Pffft♡ Does it hurt when
you get hit by divine power?♡ You sloppy undead spirit♡ Trash
that even Hell wouldn’t take♡”

“Damn you!”

Looking back with a laugh, I
saw the knights falling one by one under Adri’s magic.

This was how it was supposed
to be.

Adri, using the mansion itself
as a weapon, wasn’t someone who could be defeated just by sheer
numbers.

We struggled earlier because
the opponent was tough, but now these knights were just clueless
fools who didn’t know Adri’s patterns.

If they had a Knight Commander
leading them, they might have coordinated and put up some resistance,
but the Knight Commander was too busy glaring at me.

Could a disorganised group
without proper command resist a much stronger opponent?

Seeing Adri smiling while
tormenting the knights, I knew she could handle them without my help.

My task was to smash the
Knight Commander before then.

Even just holding out until
those knights fell would be enough, but Adri would probably have a
thing or two to say to me if I did that.

I took a deep breath and
recited a prayer inwardly.

Numerous divine spells to
enhance my physical capabilities.

Armadi’s divine energy
enveloped my body.

‘That’s the plan.’

I don’t need Grandpa to tell
me that.

I inwardly replied and somehow
found myself smiling.

I saw the leader charging at
me again.

I saw his sword.

Simple and straightforward.

No cunning moves.

Just a blade swung wildly,
driven by emotions.

It seemed all too easy to
deflect that strike.

As I thrust my shield forward,
[Iron Wall] spoke to me.

The method the skill conveyed
matched perfectly with my decided course of action moments earlier.

With certainty, I moved my
shield. As the shield and sword clashed, the clumsily swung sword
bounced away again.

A gap was revealed as the
sword lifted upward.

Aiming for that gap, I drove
my mace into his already-struck side once more, causing the leader to
stagger backward.

Alright, let’s test the
Knight Commander’s endurance, shall we?

Striking his shoulder to make
him drop the sword.

Bashing his face to rob his
vision.

Kicking his abdomen to throw
him off balance as he desperately tried to stabilise.

And then, pinning him to the
ground, I drove my mace into his head.

Again and again.

Continuously.

Until his form vanished.

When the leader’s body finally
crumbled into ashes and disappeared, I looked up to see the other
knights already fallen by Adri’s hand.

“Hey, you arrogant kid. That
was pretty brutal.”

Was it?

I can’t really tell how I
look when I’m fighting.

“Do you think there’s any
guy who would like you?”

‘That’s none of your
concern.’

“A spinster* old hag who’s
never even held a man’s hand is worried about me? I’m so touched.”
(*An unmarried woman, typically an older woman beyond the usual age
for marriage.)

“Hey! You little!”

Passing by the fuming Adri,
seemingly triggered by the words “spinster old hag,” I
headed towards the dungeon’s entrance. So, the reward for capturing
this dungeon is the sword used by the Undead Knight Commander.

Its performance is decent, but
it doesn’t mean much to me.

I plan on using Grandpa until
the day I never have to wield a weapon again.

I already have a near-master
level weapon in my hands, so why would I need anything else?

Should I pass it through the
Newman Family and sell it elsewhere, or maybe give it to Karl or
Frey?

Hmm. Frey will eventually get
a dedicated weapon, so I’ll just pass it off to Karl.

As I picked up the sword and
walked outside with Adri, I saw Bisi dozing against the Mansion’s
Wall.

I could wake her up, but that
would ruin the moment.

I silently looked at Adri, who
seemed to understand my intention and pressed her lips together.

After a moment’s hesitation,
Adri carefully approached Bisi.

“Wake up, Bisi.”

Bisi slowly opened her eyes at
the sound of the ghostly voice and, upon seeing Adri’s smiling face,
gave her a tight hug.

“Adri! You’re back!”

“Yes, thanks to that
person.”

“That person? Oh! Lady
Allen! Thank you so much! Really, thank you! I will never. Never say
bad things about you again!”

So, you’re admitting you said
bad things about me before?

You also contributed to
ruining my reputation, huh?

That’s pretty outrageous,
isn’t it?

I couldn’t bring myself to say
anything to the girl crying with tears and snot, so I’ll let it go
for now.

As I passed by Bisi, who kept
expressing her thanks repeatedly, I glanced at Adri and saw her lips
trembling slightly.

It’s hard to pretend to be
someone you’re not in front of Bisi, isn’t it? Right?

Don’t worry. I’ll keep your
secret.

After all, it might be fun to
see how long you can keep up this act.

With that thought in mind, I
smiled subtly but then paused because Outside of the Mansion, it was
unusually bright.

‘Bisi.’

“NPC #1.”

“Yes!”

‘Right now…’

“What time is it?”

“It’s… 8:47!”

Crap. Crap. Crap.

I’m screwed.

Now’s not the time to care
about touching reunions or anything like that.

If this keeps up, I’ll be
late for my exam!

‘I’m going first!’

“Sloppy guys! I’m heading
off first?!”

“What?!

Lady Allen?!’

Jumping out of the broken
second-floor window and escaping the mansion, I rushed towards the
exam venue.

I absolutely must avoid being
disqualified for being late!

This exam has a Quest given by
Armadi!

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