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    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
    118

    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
    118

    Following the aura of Armadi,
    Nacrad felt a twisted joy.

    In a world where trials exist,
    reward comes when one overcomes them.

    By working under Tariki’s
    guidance, things he desired naturally came into his hands.

    ‘Apostle of Armadi, you damn
    brat who ruined my plans and prevented Tariki’s will from spreading.

    Are you here?’

    Nacrad discovered the figure
    of a child with a mocking expression and arms crossed, emerging from
    the darkness.

    ‘What are you waiting for
    there?

    Could it be that you’re
    curious about the rumours other kids have been spreading?

    If that’s the case, I shall
    grant what you wish for.

    I’ll answer your desire, but
    in return, you must let me hear your cries.

    Crawl on the ground and scream
    mixed with your tears.

    Give me a beautiful voice, so
    lovely that not even the darkest, heaviest night could conceal it.’

    As Nacrad was pondering how to
    torment the Apostle of Armadi, he saw her turn her face towards him.

    Even on a cloudy moonlit
    night, her assertive eyes caught Nacrad’s face and then formed a
    crescent shape.

    ‘What is this?

    Why are you smiling?

    If you looked at me, you
    should have noticed the danger you’re in, right?

    Why then?

    Have you lost your mind?
    Facing the crisis of death, had she given up? No. Her demeanour was
    too confident to just be a bluff. That meant…’

    As something crept up his
    spine, the Apostle of Armadi moved her lips. Knowing lip reading,
    Nacrad instantly understood what she said: “Destroy him.”

    At that moment, a presence
    that had been hidden began to move. Nacrad, avoiding the sudden
    attack by rolling in the dirt pitifully, prepared his magic and
    glanced at the one who had appeared from behind.

    ‘Damn it. A knight. And a
    highly skilled one at that.’

    Just by watching the way he
    moved his sword, Nacrad knew this wasn’t an opponent he could handle.

    This wasn’t prey that came to
    him willingly. The Apostle of Armadi used herself as bait to lure him
    out.

    ‘I was the foolish fish that
    bit, driven by revenge.’

    Nacrad, breathing heavily from
    frustration, realised there was no viable escape. There was no way to
    harm the Apostle of Armadi while facing this knight.

    ‘For now, I have to retreat.
    After all, that guy is a knight. If I attempt to flee hidden in the
    darkness, there would be no easy way for them to catch up.

    I’ll consider this a lesson
    and engrave it deeply in my heart.’

    As Nacrad thought of an escape
    plan, he instinctively created a barrier of darkness.

    However, an arrow flew from
    the distant darkness, wrapped in magical energy, and rendered the
    barrier ineffective.

    An arrow lodged in Nacrad’s
    ankle, causing his lips to tighten.

    “Lady, is this arrow
    expensive?”

    “Informant, are you
    really in a position to ask that?”

    “I just want you to know
    I’ve invested a fair amount.”

    ‘Tsk. There’s more than
    one of them.

    I wondered how that assertive
    knight had managed to stay hidden—looks like he had a thief with
    him.’

    Nacrad frowned as he
    synchronised his ankle with the darkness.

    The arrow lodged in his ankle
    slipped through the darkness and fell to the ground.

    “Oh, impressive
    technique.”

    Nacrad planted his foot on the
    ground again, staring at the thief drawing his bowstring, his lips
    compressed into a thin line.

    If it were just that one, it
    wouldn’t be difficult to handle, but the problem was the knight
    accompanying him.

    ‘This is troublesome.’

    As he thought that, Nacrad
    scattered his magical energy around him.

    The Apostle of the God who
    governs darkness commanded the darkness.

    In response, one by one, the
    minions began to emerge from the shadows below.

    ‘At least it’s fortunate
    that it’s night right now. I have many cards to play. They surely
    aren’t familiar with the powers of my god, so if I use that to my
    advantage… ‘

    “Information Seller, shoot
    an arrow through the darkness. That should do the trick. Sloppy mutt,
    don’t worry about the darkness and just keep bothering that
    Show-off. Can you do that?”

    “Of course, Miss!”

    “Understood. I’ll do my
    best.”

    The Apostle of Armadi gave
    orders to the two and then looked at Nacrad.

    Seeing the bewildered
    expression on Nacrad’s face, the Apostle burst out laughing and
    spoke in a mocking tone.

    “What are you looking at,
    Show-off? Just seeing your face makes me feel queasy. Could you avert
    your eyes? It’s disgusting.”

    ‘…Damn it, that woman!’

    Even though it was clear that
    my taunt had angered him, Nacrad was still struggling to fend off
    Karl and Alsatine’s attacks, which brought me a sense of relief.

    Ah, this is what life is all
    about.

    Is this why Lucy used to
    provoke people so much?

    Watching someone I despise get
    flustered is actually quite enjoyable. I guess I kind of understand
    why Lucy did it now, though not completely.

    “Sloppy idiot♡ What are
    you going to do by staring♡ You can’t do anything, you sloppy
    loser♡ Are you looking at me because I’m too cute?♡ Pervert♡
    Lolicon♡ Disgusting♡”

    “Shut up! Damn woman!”

    “Puhuhut♡ Are you mad?♡
    You’re mad, aren’t you?♡ So~ scary♡”

    I couldn’t help but laugh as I
    watched Nacrad, who had been glaring at me, struggle against Karl’s
    sword.

    ‘What is it?’

    ‘So what? As long as I am
    the Apostle of Armadi, he will always want to kill me anyway.’

    It’s not like it’s going to
    change anything if he hates me more, right?

    Besides, he’s not like Cecil
    or Arthur, for whom being hated would be troublesome.

    To be frank, what can he even
    do?

    He’s just a sloppy guy,
    pulling off shenanigans away from the Academy out of fear of being
    subjugated.

    Maybe when the Evil God
    regains some of his power, but for now, there’s nothing to be scared
    of.

    ‘And I’m not provoking him
    thoughtlessly.’

    ‘Look, Grandpa. He’s
    constantly allowing attacks because he’s mad at me.’

    It’s already a
    disadvantageous situation where he has to stay alert, but he keeps
    getting distracted by my provocation.

    I think the majority of the
    wounds Nacrad has received so far are due to my intervention.

    ‘Yes!’

    The provocation ability of the
    [Mesugaki] skill is probably the best in the world!

    I can’t waste such a
    high-performance provocation skill, can I?

    I’ve learned that you have to
    use everything at your disposal in a battle if needed, and that’s
    precisely what I’m doing.

    ‘Even so?’

    ‘…Just a bit.’

    ‘Fine! A lot! What’s the
    problem with that?’

    Is it wrong to have bad
    feelings towards a scumbag who tried to blow me up, turn me into
    mush, poke dozens of holes in my body, and still wasn’t satisfied and
    tried to take my life?!

    No, right?

    ‘For today, I decided not to
    worry about such things.’

    Maybe on another day, but
    today, I came to relieve some stress.

    Instead of worrying about
    trivial matters, I’m going to focus on getting Nacrad even more riled
    up.

    Got it, Grandpa?

    So stop talking nonsense and
    stay quiet.

    “What’s wrong♡ You
    scared show-off♡ Are you running away?♡ Are you leaving after
    getting so worked up and not accomplishing anything?♡ Useless♡
    Pathetic♡”

    “I told you to shut up!”

    “Saint.”

    ‘Armadi, please have mercy
    on this sinful lamb…’

    “Saint!”

    “Yikes.”

    Startled by the loud male
    voice that echoed in her ears, Phoebe opened her eyes, her face
    flushed, and she let out a small cough.

    “I’m sorry for disturbing
    you while you were praying.”

    “No, it’s fine. What
    brings you here, Priest?”

    “It’s about time you
    returned to the dormitory.”

    “Already?”

    It hadn’t been long since
    she started praying. How could it be time already?

    Phoebe, about to express her
    doubt, looked out the window and saw the array of stars spread across
    the sky.

    The sky painted in black
    announced that night had fallen.

    “Thank you, Priest. I almost
    got scolded by the Dormitory Supervisor.”

    “No problem at all. Please,
    go on in.”

    Phoebe thanked the priest and
    hurriedly left the church.

    After purifying and returning
    Lucy Allen’s sword today, Phoebe had been continuously praying to
    Armadi.

    She was asking for the removal
    of the envy and jealousy rooted in her heart.

    However, the more she tried to
    forget something, the more those thoughts seemed to be etched into
    her mind.

    It was hard to say that
    Phoebe’s prayers and repentance had any real effect.

    ‘Ah. If only I were certain
    that someday Armadi would speak to me, I wouldn’t be wandering like
    this.

    If I could be sure, as he
    mentioned in the scriptures, that he doesn’t love only Lady Allen
    but loves the whole world fairly, I wouldn’t be tormented by such
    worries.’

    Phoebe knew that her thoughts
    were blasphemous, but even so, she couldn’t stop those dark thoughts
    from escaping her mind.

    Each time, Phoebe silently
    apologised to others in her heart.

    ‘I’m sorry.

    I guess I’m not fit to be a
    saint after all.

    You all praised me so much,
    and I tried to become a person worthy of that praise, but I guess I’m
    just lacking.

    I’m sorry.

    I’m sorry.

    So sorry…’

    As Phoebe walked towards the
    dormitory, her shoulders gradually drooped, and she caught the smell
    of blood in the air.

    This is definitely the smell
    of human blood.

    Did an accident happen?

    As that thought crossed her
    mind, Phoebe’s feet naturally followed the scent of blood.

    She didn’t think about
    meddling or anything else.

    If someone was injured, they
    needed to be treated.

    For Phoebe, that was common
    sense.

    What Phoebe encountered at the
    end of the trail was a man sprawled out in an alley.

    A person injured all over,
    exhaling ragged breaths.

    Phoebe, who would normally
    approach an injured person immediately, hesitated for a moment
    because of the dark energy emanating from the man’s body.

    ‘This is definitely… the
    Aura of the Evil God, an enemy of the Church.

    I should call the priests.’

    “Hey.”

    A voice coming from the
    darkness caused Phoebe to flinch.

    “Over there, priest. Heal
    me.”

    “I cannot…”

    “Then I’ll solve the
    doubt that resides in your heart.”

    At that moment, what came to
    Phoebe’s mind was a rumour recently circulating in the Academy.

    ‘If you wander at night, a
    person in black clothing appears.

    If you pay the appropriate
    price to that person, they will solve any question you have.

    The others said the accuracy
    was 100%.

    …In that case.

    If.

    Just if.

    I take out the curiosity
    hidden in my heart.

    Will that be resolved too?’

    “I can see it. The doubt
    inside your heart. Don’t you want to resolve it?”

    ‘That voice.’

    “Don’t worry. I swear
    on the name of the god I serve that I won’t harm you.”

    The voice emerging from the
    darkness enwrapped Phoebe like a rope.

    “It’s a deal. You treat
    me, and I’ll answer what you’re curious about.”

    Unconsciously, Phoebe took a
    step into the darkness.

    “Go ahead. Ask. What are
    you curious about?”

    “What I’m curious about
    is…”

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