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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
117

Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
117

‘Why are you the only one
who hears the voice of God?

Why does his word only reach
you?

Why?

What makes you different from
me?

I can’t understand it.

I don’t want to understand it.

I’ve made greater efforts to
please him.

I’ve devoted my life
entirely to his service.

Every action, every word, was
lived cautiously and dedicated solely for you.

So why does he only speak to
you?

Why?’

“Excuse me.”

Phoebe, who had been lost in
thought, was startled by Lucy’s voice and took a hurried step back.

‘What have I just done?

Such a fool.

Such an idiot.

Being envious of others once
again!’

“Sloppy Saint?”

“Oh! Yes! You said you
wanted the curse on this sword exorcised, right?! Please wait inside
for a moment! I’ll finish it and bring it back!”

Phoebe shouted and then dashed
into the church as if she were fleeing.

If any priest saw her, they
would have likely said, “Saint, you mustn’t be so rash.”
However, Phoebe did not have the luxury to care about that.

When she continued to look at
Lucy, the dark emotions nestled in her heart only grew stronger.

She felt like she would be
swallowed by the darkness if she didn’t escape.

After running for a while and
finally reaching a room, Phoebe realised she was alone and collapsed
on the floor, breathing heavily.

‘Why am I like this?

It’s not the first time I’ve
seen someone who hears God’s voice.

I know if I wait, He will
answer me someday.

So why do I feel like this
every time I see Lady Allen?

Why?’

Since the accident on the
academy grounds last time, Phoebe had been avoiding Lucy
intentionally.

Every time she saw Lucy’s
face, the necklace around her neck, or sometimes the mace in her
hand, strange emotions surged within her that she couldn’t control.

At first, Phoebe couldn’t
understand her own feelings.

By nature, she was pure, as if
a white colour was painted over her inherently white nature.

There was no room for dark
emotions to exist.

She couldn’t help but
struggle with the blackness encroaching on her pure white canvas.

But not now.

Phoebe clearly understood what
was swelling in her heart.

It was jealousy.

Jealousy toward someone who
monopolises God’s love.

Phoebe believed that Lucy
Allen was undoubtedly loved by Armadi.

This was not a proposition
that required discussion or debate.

Lucy heard Armadi’s voice
regularly, which was a rare occurrence that might only happen once in
a lifetime for others.

‘If Lucy wasn’t loved by
Armadi, then who else could be?’

With this thought, Phoebe
recalled her memories of staying at the orphanage whenever she saw
Lucy.

Before she was called a saint.

The memories of when she
doubted whether she was capable of being loved by anyone.

The Orphanage Director who ran
the place was certainly a good person.

Even though there was nothing
to gain personally, he showed mercy to the orphans.

However, as a human being,
that love couldn’t be perfect.

With only one director and
many children to take care of, how could that mercy reach everyone
equally?

Inevitably, when Phoebe was
away from the director’s care and off in a corner, she would
sometimes feel uneasy when she saw other children smiling under the
director’s touch.

She wondered what would happen
if those hands never reached her again.

But such worries were
baseless.

The Orphanage Director was a
good person, and when he saw where his love hadn’t reached, he would
come to warm that place too.

Even now, Phoebe harboured the
same fears.

What if Armadi were to love
Lady Allen so much, blinded by that love, that he forgot to spread
his warmth and instead gave it only to one person? Such fears were,
of course, absurd.

Phoebe knew the conclusion of
this worry would be the same.

Armadi was noble and
dignified, and he wouldn’t play favourites with anyone. Even if it
appeared to be favouritism, it was foresight for the greater good.

As someone who believed in
God’s will, doubt was not something to be entertained.

Having spent her entire life
in the Church, training to become a Saint, Phoebe knew this
inherently.

But still.

In the end, Phoebe was just a
person.

Even if she was a Saint,
before that, she was just a girl.

She couldn’t completely ward
off the arising doubts.

‘Armadi.

Please take away these dark
emotions from me.

Show me that your love is
spread widely throughout the world.

Grant your miracle to this
doubtful and lacking believer.

Please.’

Creak.

With her eyes closed in
prayer, Phoebe was startled by the sound of the door opening and
quickly stood up.

“Saint, what are you
doing here?”

“…Just taking a short
break.”

Phoebe tried to appear
composed, but she could not hide her dishevelled hair, clothes, and
tear-stained face.

The priest from the Church
noticed something was amiss but did not press further.

Instead, he acted as though he
knew nothing and asked about the sword Phoebe was holding.

“A gift from the young lady
to someone like me?!”

When Phoebe handed over the
exorcised sword, Karl accepted it with trembling hands.

Then, as if witnessing some
magic, he stared at the sword with wide eyes, hugged it to his chest,
and fell backward in pure disbelief.

The sound was quite loud as
Karl fell on the bare ground, but he appeared to be enjoying his
happiness with a peaceful expression.

“What?!”

“What’s wrong with
Professor Karl?!”

“Could it be… Allen
again?”

“Hey. Keep your voice
down.”

Karl, don’t you see what’s
happening around you?

Because of your fuss, it seems
like the collection of strange rumours about me will only grow!

Why do I have to suffer just
because I tried to be nice by giving a present to my guard?!

Annoyed, I kicked Karl’s
thigh, but his face remained calm.

Does it not even hurt at this
level?!

It’s infuriating. Seriously!

“Sloppy♡ Are you a
masochist who wants to be trampled by a girl?♡ How can someone like
you be a knight?♡ Disgusting♡ Pervert♡ I wish you would just
die like this♡”

I hurled curses at him, hoping
he’d get up out of anger, but no matter what I said, Karl reached a
state of happiness where nothing bothered him.

Is this really my most
reliable knight?

I appreciate that he likes me,
but I wish he could act more normal.

Sigh.
He will get up, eventually.

Until then, I’ll just focus on
other things.

There are things I need to
check anyway.

Originally, I was about to
check, but Cecil interrupted me.

[Field Trip comes with
events!]

[Get recognized by the Master
of the Forest.]

[Reward: ???]

[Failure: Something truly
humiliating]

The field trip is a regular
event that takes place every semester.

It’s a type of class
designed to give students who are used to standardised combat at the
academy a taste of real-world experience.

Rewards are given based on
performance, and there are specific events at each location. If
students clear these events, they can earn additional rewards.

The event for the first
semester of the first grade’s field trip is to meet the Master of the
Forest.

Students must fulfil certain
conditions to meet the Master of the Forest and then engage in
combat. The rewards are quite attractive, making it a must-do event
for veterans.

I was planning to meet the
Master of the Forest anyway, but now there’s a reward on top of it.

Lord Armadi.

I’m really grateful for all
the help you’ve been giving me, but I’m also a bit scared.

You’ve never been this
helpful before, so I can’t help but wonder what’s waiting for me
next.

Especially, [something truly
humiliating] if I fail.

What on earth is that?

I have no idea why the word
‘humiliating’ is in there, and I don’t understand why ‘truly’
is emphasised.

Of course, I don’t plan to
fail this quest, but still, there’s that nagging what if.

What happens to me if I do
fail?

What kind of disgraceful
situation will I find myself in?

I can’t bear the anxiety of
not knowing what that sloppy, sadistic, masochistic and perverted
Armadi considers to be humiliating!

Damn it! Lately, I’ve
finally been able to have some leisure time, but now I can’t enjoy it
because of that one word!

Damn it, you sloppy God!

Ugh, I’m so stressed out.

I want to break something.

I want to torment something.

I need a place to release this
stress!

While thinking along those
lines, I suddenly remembered someone perfect for it.

Nacrad.

The guy causing a ruckus on
the outskirts of Soul Academy.

The Apostle of the Evil God is
someone we need to be taken down anyway.

With my current lack of
preparation, capturing and defeating him might be impossible, but
tormenting him is definitely doable, right?

At this point, the seals on
the Evil Gods aren’t fully broken, so he’ll still be weak.

If I bring Karl and Alsatine
with me, we can definitely make him cry like a little girl.

The scene of that guy, who
toyed with me when I was on the brink of death in his attempts to
make me surrender, crying?

Awesome.

Arthur mentioned that he
appears in the evening, didn’t he?

Then we should start moving
soon.

“Sloppy mutt♡ How long
are you going to ignore your master’s words?♡ Want to become a
stray dog?♡”

“No, I don’t!”

Watching Karl leap up at the
final remark, I let out a sigh.

If you’re going to get up,
just do it sooner.

Do you want to be punished
that badly?

Is he turning into a
masochistic pervert like Armadi?

If he weren’t so competent,
I would have abandoned him already.

“Thank you so much!”

Nacrad laughed as he watched
the Academy student bow to him before leaving.

‘Thankful?

I’m the one who’s grateful.

Lord Tariki’s influence is
slowly spreading through the Academy like this.’

When his last plan failed,
Nacrad was in despair.

It was unbelievable.

How could the dungeon he had
set up in a secluded area be conquered by someone?!

How could such a thing even be
possible!

In the depths of his
frustration over the failure, only one person came to Nacrad’s mind.

That accursed Apostle of
Armadi.

That scoundrel must have
received some revelation from that worthless Armadi and intervened.
Otherwise, it would be impossible.

Regardless of how the
situation unfolded, it was a fact that Nacrad had failed.

For his own negligence to
cause problems in Tariki’s plan!

Nacrad, in his despair, had
resolved to redeem himself with his own life, but Tariki was
merciful.

He had given Nacrad a new
opportunity!

Moved by this mercy, Nacrad
devised a plan to make up for his failure.

This was it.

To let Tariki’s aura gradually
seep into the Academy’s students.

They wouldn’t know.

At the moment they started
dealing with Nacrad, the contract was made, and Tariki’s aura began
to seep into their bodies.

Tariki, whom he served, was
the Evil God of Darkness.

Once it seeped in, it boasted
such subtlety that even that bastard Armadi couldn’t discern it.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the
aura of the Evil God gradually spread within the Academy.

‘Ah.

Another person has been added
today.

It’s going just as planned.

Someday, the moment will come
when the will of the Evil God can be spread inside the Academy.’

Smiling at the thought, Nacrad
halted his steps, sensing the aura he hated so much.

‘Oh. Isn’t that the Apostle
of Armadi? How careless.

To visit this place at a time
when darkness is about to engulf the world.

Did the incompetent Armadi not
warn you of the danger?

Very well. Since the prey has
walked into my jaws on its own, how could I back away?

I should snap my jaws to taste
the prey.

Apostle of Armadi, you will
pay the price for interfering with me.’

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