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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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The divine power that had been concentrated in the sword began to
spread around me.

This was no ordinary divine power—it was the divine gift given
directly to me by the sloppy Lord.

This sacred energy held more purity than anything possessed by those
who stood among the other gods.

No matter how pervasive Tariki’s darkness was in this place, it
would be powerless before the divine presence of the Lord.

As the sacred domain expanded, the darkness retreated, step by step.

Seeing it draw back, I released my grip from the sword and sighed.

Thanks to carrying the sloppy Lord’s divine power within me, the
effect of the sacred domain was manifesting powerfully.

Not only did it set the stage for a miracle, but it also thwarted
Tariki’s attempts to strike from the shadows.

Grandpa let out a derisive laugh as he watched the divine energy
steadily exert its influence.

…The prayer had been a mess, admittedly. It had felt more like
blasphemy than anything remotely sacred.

Grandpa wondered
aloud.

‘No, Grandpa,’ I replied.

‘It’s just that the Lord has a thing for this kind of stuff.’

After all, what kind of god would lend his power to someone who
insulted him, even if that person were his apostle?

The perverted, pedophilic Lord simply likes being insulted by cute
girls, that’s all!

It’s obvious! There’s no other way this sacred domain would have
worked out so perfectly otherwise!

‘I’m being serious.’

Tch. Failed to make Grandpa accept the truth of our sloppy Lord again
today. But it doesn’t matter. He’ll come to understand, sooner or
later, that our sloppy Lord is an irredeemable perverted lolicon.

I’ll make sure of it.

With that thought, I adjusted my grip on my shield.

My role here was complete. Now, I just needed to hold out, waiting
for Phoebe and Johan to complete the miracle.

At Grandpa’s warning, I looked up just in time to see everyone
running towards us collapse, falling to the ground in unison.

Was this the airhead fox’s doing? I glanced at her, but she shook her
head.

Not her? Then what on earth?

Puzzled, I scanned the surroundings, noticing that Tariki’s dark
energy was withdrawing from the people and flowing somewhere else.

Is he shifting strategies, realizing he can’t overwhelm us with
sheer numbers?

What’s next, Tariki? What are you planning now that’ll just end
up broken by me?

I gripped my shield tightly, straining my ears until, suddenly, the
sound of hooves echoed in the distance.

“Cavalry!”

In the distance, riders were galloping toward us, a cloud of dust
billowing behind them.

Massive horses, twisted grotesquely by the evil god’s power. Riders
clad in blackened armor, shrouded in shadows as they charged forward.

These weren’t knights. They were a tide of darkness, a tsunami trying
to swallow the earth.

Grandpa mused.

‘If I take them head-on—’

…No, I didn’t. Almost all of my divine power was being channeled
to maintain the sacred domain.

The impact from the cavalry’s charge would be too much for me to
handle.

Grandpa was right. If I stepped in and disrupted the plan, it would
be foolish. Better to trust the people I brought with me.

I quelled my instinct to move forward and waited.

The airhead fox’s mist-foxes began rushing towards the incoming
cavalry.

Just like when they put the townsfolk to sleep, the foxes moved
toward the riders, but strangely, the riders remained unaffected.

“Already in the depths of a nightmare, it seems. How amusing.”

The airhead fox murmured.

But there was no smile on her face. Her usual frivolous demeanor was
gone. Her expression was one befitting the ruler of a great forest,
her hand moving gracefully as the mist-foxes dispersed and regrouped
in the path of the cavalry.

The mist, delicate in appearance, looked like it could barely
obstruct the cavalry’s line of sight, let alone stop them. But I was
quickly proven wrong.

With a tremendous crash, the cavalry collided with the mist-foxes,
confirming that they were indeed an unyielding wall.

So, this was the Master of the Forest’s power?

I found myself awestruck, almost forgetting that this serious woman
before me was, in truth, a masochistic pervert. But even so, her face
remained grim.

Why the expression? You just stopped their charge, didn’t you?

My question was answered before I could speak.

From behind, I heard a crash far louder than the one before.

“It’s chaos, absolute chaos.”

The airhead fox muttered in frustration as more and more crashes
followed from all directions.

Charge after charge, crashing again and again.

If her mist was a solid wall, then they intended to break it with
brute force, no matter how many times it took. With every passing
moment, the noise grew louder.

…Damn it. Even that initial rush was just a probe? Just how much
firepower does he have?

“Not just from all directions—even from above?”

Grandpa’s warning combined with the airhead fox’s voice.

I looked up instinctively and saw a figure plummeting from above.

A human figure wielding a blackened sword—no, a blade forcibly dyed
in darkness.

…The Duke of Burrow.

Damn it. Tariki managed to take control of the Duke in such a short
time?

The Duke descended swiftly, but the sound when he landed was
strangely soft, like a feather brushing the ground.

Once he landed in front of us, he glanced around, a slight smile
forming on his lips.

“—Cursed child beloved by Armadi.”

The voice that left the Duke’s lips was both his and not his.

“Did you hope? Did you think your plans would succeed?”

Tariki—the evil god himself—spoke to me, using the Duke as his
puppet.

“From the moment you set foot here, your fate was sealed. All is
meaningless, all is in vain.”

With his arms outstretched, Tariki spoke, and the dark energy
emanating from Burrow territory grew even more intense.

I didn’t need an explanation. I could see the dark power rising
from the ground, reaching toward the unconscious people nearby, like
a maw opening to swallow them whole.

Damn it. I have to stop it. If I don’t, those people—

“That seems rather presumptuous, wouldn’t you say? To declare the
outcome before it’s decided?”

I had been about to move, but the airhead fox was faster. The mist
she had spread throughout the city intercepted the darkness,
preventing it from engulfing the civilians.

“Where does a mere beast find such audacity?” Tariki growled.

“Apologies, but only the young lady may refer to me as a mere
beast, you vile god.”

Though the evil god’s anger was clear, the airhead fox merely
smiled.

But anyone could see she was struggling.

Sweat ran down her forehead—a sign of her straining herself to fend
off the dark power.

“You boast, yet you can barely protect yourself.”

Tariki spat, swinging the Duke’s sword.

The distance between the Duke and the airhead fox should have been
enough that his attack couldn’t reach her.

But once a swordsman reached a certain level, conventional limits
meant nothing.

The dark power within the Duke’s swing turned into a slash that
flew towards her.

The airhead fox didn’t move. She didn’t have the strength to spare
from defending the city.

But that was no problem.

She wasn’t alone.

What kind of tank would let a spellcaster fend for herself during a
cast?

I stepped in front of her, my shield raised to meet the oncoming
strike.

I didn’t have much divine power left for combat, but it would be
enough.

The battle instinct I’d honed over time told me as much.

[Iron Wall] assured me.

I could withstand it.

Strength flowed into the leg I had planted against the ground.

I gripped the shield’s handle firmly.

I clenched my teeth, standing my ground.

The Duke of Burrow’s dark power, mixed with the evil god’s
influence, was formidable.

My body was pushed back, my arm screamed from the strain, and the
light infused into Ankir grew dimmer.

But that was it.

The evil god’s power caused me pain, but it couldn’t leave a
scratch on Ankir.

“Pathetic♡ Is that all? The Duke of Burrow must be getting old♡
A weak sword, just like his limp dick♡ Is that why there’s no
heir for the Burrow family?♡”

Through the shield, I taunted, and I saw the Duke’s brow furrow in
anger.

Another slash followed.

In my current state, fending off consecutive strikes would be
difficult, but I didn’t prepare for the next blow.

I saw Karl dashing towards the Duke from behind, aiming for his back.

“How dare you ambush me!”

“It is called a strategy!”

Caught off guard, the Duke twisted his body to deflect Karl’s attack.

The clash of evil magic and pure white aura filled the air, each
trying to push the other back.

Taken by surprise, the Duke should have been at a disadvantage, but
the reality was different.

The Duke’s power, bolstered by the evil god’s influence, made him
even more dangerous—a force to be reckoned with.

Karl must have anticipated as much.

He didn’t try to force an advantage, retreating instead.

Seeing Karl back off, the Duke tried to give chase, but his advance
was halted by an arrow from Alsatine.

With Alsatine’s support, Karl gained the distance he needed,
resuming his search for an opening.

“Hmm. I’m starting to think I made the right call coming here. To
think I’d have you protecting me one day.” The airhead fox
muttered.

‘For the love of—’

“Stop spouting nonsense and end that creepy bastard’s spell
already, you pathetic perverted fox!”

Gritting my teeth as I watched the fight unfold, I snapped back at
her.

While doing so, I thought things through.

Earlier, I mocked the Duke, not Tariki himself.

Even so, the provocation struck deep.

Which meant that even under Tariki’s influence, the Duke still had
some degree of consciousness.

…Good. Time to put that to the test.

“What’s the matter, impotent Duke?♡ Getting jealous because you
can’t get it up and others can?♡”

“…”

“Or did you finally realize your true preferences?♡ Thinking of
turning your rear into an entrance now?♡ Hah♡ That’d be
something♡”

The Duke, who had been focused on Alsatine’s arrows, suddenly
twisted around, ignoring the attacks as he charged at me.

So, he still had some self-awareness left.

He was asleep, but not fully lost to the darkness.

Now I knew exactly what to do.

If the sleepy Duke can’t wake himself up, I’ll just have to shout
in his ear.

“Did that hit a nerve?♡ Did it?♡ Haha♡ Who would have thought
the Duke of Burrow had a taste for men♡”

It’s not my intention, but it can’t be helped.

I’ll taunt him until he wakes.

Duke of Burrow, you need to snap out of it.

Otherwise, who knows just how far I’ll take this?

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