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    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
    149

    Practice Mode? Did you think
    this would calm me down?

    Ha. Seriously, what a sloppy
    fool. Do you think I would be happy if you just unlock any random
    feature?

    This is seriously the most
    useless feature ever!

    In Soul Academy, Practice Mode
    is a place where you can try out new skills on a scarecrow.

    It’s a feature meant to show
    you how to utilise new skills you learn.

    It’s a welcome feature for
    beginners, but for me, it’s not.

    Especially now that this has
    become a reality where I can’t get by with just a few skills like in
    a game.

    Your proficiency doesn’t
    even increase,

    And no matter how much you
    train there, it won’t meet the conditions to learn new skills.

    What good is a feature where
    the only advantage is that you can hit a scarecrow as much as you
    want?!

    Do I look like a pushover?!

    Huff.

    I have so much to say, but if
    I let it all out, who knows what kind of retaliation I’ll face, so
    I’ll hold back, but just know this one thing.

    As it was before and as it
    will be in the future, you’ll always be stuck as sloppy Armadi in my
    heart.

    I will absolutely never call
    you Armadi ever again.

    Get that through your head.

    You masochistic perverted
    sloppy Armadi!

    As I was clearing away the
    numerous windows floating in front of me, Phoebe opened her eyes.

    She blankly stared at the
    ceiling, then slowly lifted her head to look around. Then she saw my
    face, froze briefly, and tried to force a smile.

    “Lady Allen. Is this
    reality?”

    ‘Yes, it is.’

    “Are you a Saint and you
    still can’t tell that? What a sloppy fool. Yes, this is reality.
    Sloppy Saint.”

    Even though Phoebe should have
    felt relieved to have escaped from danger, her face remained stiff.

    What’s wrong with her?

    ‘Phoebe?’

    “Sloppy Saint? Why do you
    look like a guilty puppy?”

    “I, uh, it’s just
    that…”

    Her hesitant smile and
    trembling shoulders whenever I called her a Saint.

    Hmm. I really hope it’s not
    what I think, but there’s always a slim chance.

    Could she have realised that
    she hasn’t been chosen by Armadi yet?

    “The title of Saint
    doesn’t suit me.”

    Oh no.

    This is bad. She figured it
    out.

    This can’t be happening!

    How in the world did she
    realise this?

    There’s no one around Phoebe
    who could have told her besides me.

    Alsatine, who has a stake in
    her mentor’s whereabouts, wouldn’t be crazy enough to leak it.

    And it’s not like Phoebe’s
    power has grown strong enough to crush the Church’s schemes by
    herself.

    As I tried to make sense of
    it, I recalled the enemy who had just been tormenting Phoebe and bit
    my lip.

    Damn it. Nacrad. That damn
    bastard must have blabbed.

    No one else except that guy,

    He had also been used as a
    test subject in the past at Armadi Church’s orphanage,

    So, of course he would know
    Phoebe is a fabricated Saint.

    Judging by Phoebe’s
    reaction, she seems convinced she’s a fake saint.

    Does that mean the memories
    from the orphanage have come back to her as well?

    Ugh. How am I supposed to
    handle this?

    Phoebe’s already been
    swaying in various ways, unlike the saint in the game.

    If she realises her true
    identity and all her past memories, her mental state will be
    shattered.

    First, I need to console her.

    No, maybe I should start by
    sealing her lips. No, before anything else.

    ‘How am I supposed to stay
    calm in this situation?!’

    If Phoebe, whose mental state
    is shattered, asks the Church about it, it’ll be a complete
    disaster!

    It’s already hard enough
    seeing this character, whom I liked and have grown close to in the
    past, struggle way more than if I wasn’t here and now she might
    die!

    Instead of saying that,
    Grandpa, tell me how to handle Phoebe!

    ‘What do you mean?’

    Is that so?

    Seeing Phoebe now, I realised
    she’s different from the times she faltered when we were together
    before.

    She might be pretending to be
    strong, but even maintaining such a pretence is enough.

    If she can pretend to be
    strong even when her sense of existence is being denied, it means she
    can hold on to her mental stability.

    Has Phoebe grown in her own
    way through everything she’s been through?

    Back when we first entered the
    dungeon, her feelings would have shown clearly on her face.

    ‘Grandpa, can you really stand
    by those words?’

    Sigh.
    Alright, you want me to trust Phoebe, right?

    Fine. I’ll follow your
    advice, Grandpa.

    But if Phoebe goes astray
    because of this, be ready for an Academy dumpster tour.

    I take a deep breath and look
    around. It’s just Phoebe and me here in this room; no one else is
    present.

    However, beyond the door, I
    can hear the rustling of the priests. They might be able to overhear
    our conversation.

    So, I can’t say anything about
    Phoebe being a fake Saint or anything like that. If that information
    leaks, it’s obvious how the higher-ups of the Church of Armadi will
    react.

    If they act according to the
    game’s scenario, Phoebe wouldn’t be able to withstand it now.

    There are so many things I
    want to tell Phoebe and ask her, but that will have to wait until
    we’re in a safer place.

    For now, I know exactly what I
    need to say to Phoebe.

    If I say it normally, it will
    definitely be distorted by the [Mesugaki] Skill, right?

    In that case, I might as well
    speak like a Mesugaki.

    “Sloppy Saint♡ Do you
    think I care about your sloppy and stupid opinions?♡ I’ll call
    you whatever I want. Got it? Sloppy Saint?♡”

    Phoebe, I’m not sure how
    much Nacrad has told you, but I assume you’ve heard something about
    me.

    You know I’m associated with
    Armadi, right? That’s why I called you a Saint.

    Don’t waver. Don’t worry.

    “Lady Allen? What do you
    mean by that?”

    “Curious?♡ Are you
    curious?♡ Puhah♡ But what should I do?♡ I have no intention of
    telling you right now♡”

    “What?”

    “Stupid Saint*♡ Even if
    you wait, you won’t understand?♡” (*Informal speech)

    Trust me and wait.

    Not long from now, your
    curiosity will be resolved.

    I’ll tell you that you are
    the Saint chosen by Armadi.

    Worried that Armadi might
    think differently? Who cares?

    If he’s upset, he can
    descend himself and tell us who he thinks the Saint should be.

    Silence is a form of
    agreement, after all.

    ‘See you later.’

    “See you later. Unlike
    someone here, I’m very busy, so I’ve got to go.”

    ‘Hold on a moment. Lady
    Allen, I still have so much to tell you. I haven’t even had the
    chance to thank you, and now you’re already leaving.’

    Phoebe hurriedly rose, but
    Lucy was faster in opening the door.

    Seeing Phoebe standing
    upright, the Bishop and other members of the Church of Armadi waiting
    outside widened their eyes in amazement.

    “The Saint is awake!”

    “What a miracle!”

    “Thank you, Armadi!”

    “Lady Allen, thank you so
    much! It’s all thanks to you.”

    “Enough, move aside, you
    trash priests. Your stench is making me sick.”

    Lucy wore an expression of
    genuine contempt, causing the church members to hurriedly step back,
    creating an opening for her to exit the room.

    Several priests and the Bishop
    trailed behind her, expressing their gratitude, but Lucy didn’t even
    pretend to listen.

    As if she hadn’t helped Phoebe
    for their sake.

    “Saint, are you okay?”

    “How do you feel? Is
    there any discomfort?”

    “Are you thirsty?”

    Phoebe, staring blankly at
    Lucy’s retreating figure, assured the priests surrounding her that
    she was fine.

    After some time, once the
    Bishop had returned and calmed the situation, Phoebe, left alone,
    leaned against the wall and reflected on Lucy’s words before she
    left.

    ‘Lady Allen called me a
    Saint till the very end.

    The Apostle of Armadi herself
    said that.

    Did she really not know that I
    am a fake Saint? That wouldn’t make sense. The one chosen by Armadi
    would definitely be able to distinguish between the real and fake.

    Lady Allen must have known
    everything and still told me that I was worthy of being the Saint.

    Her tone wasn’t exactly kind,
    and I did feel a bit angry even while hearing such touching words,
    but still.

    I couldn’t help but be moved
    by the fact that Lucy, an Apostle of Armadi, acknowledged someone as
    lacking as myself.

    Sir Ruel, you were right. Lady
    Allen might have a rough way of speaking, but she is definitely a
    kind person.’

    Phoebe brushed her face as she
    looked at the tear stains spreading on her blanket.

    Even though she tried to
    remain as composed as possible, it didn’t erase the mental shock
    Phoebe had experienced.

    The realisation that all her
    childhood memories were lies.

    The fact that, despite living
    her whole life striving to be a person befitting the title of Saint,
    she was actually a fabricated, false Saint.

    These two truths were enough
    to shake the very foundation of who Phoebe was as a person.

    Thinking it was only natural
    she didn’t fit the role because she was never a true Saint to begin
    with.

    But, even if she consoled
    herself, promising to become a more devout person from now on, how
    could that shock be easily overcome?

    Yet, Phoebe felt saved by
    Lucy’s words before she left.

    Because of that, even now, as
    she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, she kept telling herself it
    was okay.

    She was able to gain the
    certainty that she could improve herself.

    After a long time, Phoebe
    finally stopped crying and, with a sigh, looked at the bedspread, now
    a mess of tears and snot.

    ‘Crying out loud once seems
    to have made me feel a lot better.

    …Lady Allen told me to wait
    before she left.

    I’m sure it means that despite
    having many questions and things I want to say, I should wait.

    Not to act alone on my whims
    and to wait for her.

    If those words came from the
    Apostle of Armadi, then they surely have significant meaning.

    Originally, I was thinking of
    moving on my own…

    Yes. I should wait. If it’s
    what the Great Armadi desires. If Lady Allen has a plan. Since I was
    saved by her, I must follow her.

    So, what should I think about
    in the meantime?

    Hmm. Perhaps I should think
    about how to express my gratitude to Lady Allen?

    What does she like? This is
    something worth pondering over.

    I should consult with Joy.

    Since I’m at it, I’d like to
    prepare a gift that would make Lady Allen say thank you.’

    Imagining Lucy blushing and
    hesitatingly saying thank you made Phoebe smile softly as if she had
    never cried.

    ‘I don’t know if it’s
    possible, but I’ll try my best.’

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