episode_0394

The day I saw the message of increased understanding and mastery of divinity. After experiencing its performance firsthand, I immediately tried to apply it in practice.

To me, being able to handle sacred magic better means not just increasing the performance of sacred magic, but improving overall combat power.

Thinking that if I handled this well, I could give Benedick a beating, I used my friends and the Knights of Arn as a testbed to adapt to the change.

Despite all my efforts, I could not reach the wall called Benedick.

ah. Even thinking about it again makes me angry.

Isn’t that person too immature?

How can you not even once look at your daughter when she is struggling to reach you?

Don’t you think they’ll allow a sneak attack even if it’s because they’re doing their best?

Regardless of Benedick’s childishness, the battle with him greatly helped me adapt to my changed divinity.

As I tried my best to somehow survive, I naturally got used to it.

It was difficult to feel this when sparring with Benedick, but since he was dealing with ordinary monsters rather than monsters like Benedick, he was able to feel how much stronger he had become.

Pow! I burst out laughing as I watched the monster explode the moment it was hit by the mace.

It’s true that the monsters in this dungeon are not strong. This is a place where competition is based on quantity rather than individual specifications.

But if you’re weak to the level of a piece of shit, that’s not true. As it is a place often used as a place to work hard in the middle of the game, there is a minimum level of strength.

To put it simply, the reason these guys are being destroyed so miserably is because I am too strong.

Pow! I destroyed another guy who was trying to get behind me and looked at the others while slaying the other one with my shield. The thing that stood out the most was, of course, Frey.

She, who has always loved to act alone, ran into a group of monsters with my permission and stirred them up.

Frey’s sword, which had suddenly acquired color, blew off one of the monster’s heads with each swing, and thanks to this, the density of monsters approaching me was significantly reduced.

Arthur’s growth was equally noticeable.

Having undergone repeated asceticism in the Knights’ Order, he was able to not only manipulate Aurors freely, but also naturally use magic during close combat.

Arthur let out a loud noise while I was happily watching the part of the perfect magic swordsman that I wanted so much.

“Lucy Aln! Is now the time to just take a look?”

“Why? Are you having a hard time alone? Then please help me…”

“Damn it! done! Just take care of it!”

…That’s not fun. Annoying.

okay. If you want to do it alone, try to endure it all on your own. I won’t do anything.

Even the provocations that were pouring out around me stopped and I turned my attention to Joey, ignoring Arthur who was pouring out complaints.

She got a feel for it from sparring with me, got a system from training with the Knights of Arn, and her practical magic, which she perfected through repeated sparring with Benedick, was so neat that it reminded me of a wizard beyond the monitor.

He cleanly disposes of enemies approaching, keeps defensive magic ready at all times in preparation for unexpected attacks, and even builds up large-scale magic to deal with crowds of monsters. Is this the type of talent that academy professors praise highly?

“Ahh!?”

While dealing with the approaching monster, he tried to ignore Joey, who had been hit by the debris, and finally turned his head toward the warm divine being.

Fabi, who came to embrace the divinity of the main deity, perfectly embodied the divinity of the main deity while she was separated from me.

Perhaps because John, an authority on sacred magic, taught her directly, her talent was comparable to that of many famous clergy and was worthy of the word saint.

Everyone has grown to the point where they have no shortcomings even when compared to the characters on the other side of the monitor.

Is it only natural that people who could never have been gathered at this point were gathered in one place and trained in the user’s way?

It’s really troublesome. If this happens, the conclusion is that I am the only one lacking compared to what is on the other side of the monitor.

“Everyone! Get back!”

I was giggling, feeling unsure whether it was pride or disappointment, when Joy urgently raised her voice.

The friends immediately retreated from the group of monsters without suspecting Joey’s cries, and after checking him, Joey immediately inserted the magic he had prepared into the group of monsters.

Inside the dungeon, lightning, once thought to be the wrath of God, strikes and wipes out the monsters.

Hmm. It takes about an hour to overcome one trap. Looking at the kids’ current state, they may be able to break through one more trap, but that’s probably the limit.

You need to rest after that.

This is especially true when you consider that Agra may try to force you at any moment.

“This is the end… right?”

While I was thinking about how I should continue my labor, I raised the corners of my mouth when I heard Joy’s voice.

“…Lady? Why are you looking at me with that expression?”

“What’s wrong with my cute face? Idiot?”

“You’re looking very grumpy right now…”

Was it obvious like that? I shrugged my shoulders and told Joy that my ominous premonition was correct.

Originally, I was planning on taking a break and then going. But when I heard that it was the end, I got so playful that I couldn’t hold back.

Basically, you have to let them know that once you say that line, it’s not the end.

right?

“I hate it!”

Carrying the screaming Joey on my back, I ran toward the next trap, planning a long, hard day.

*

It’s been a week since I started toiling at the Leeds estate. Despite working hard and taking as little rest as possible, I never saw a single message from Agra.

In the past, you used to make a fuss every time I went into a dungeon, but now why don’t you ever intervene?

Why don’t you come when I’m ready to deal with all the enemies, you pathetic bastard!

What’s the point if I let you get some experience points as a bonus!?

Even though he got a little heated in the middle and made all kinds of criticisms against Agra, Agra never once intervened in the dungeon.

Fucking bastard. Since he’s an evil god, it’s about honor and pride, and he’ll only attack you when he wins, right?

We’ll see. There will never be a time in your life when you win.

Apart from the fact that Agra was revealed to be an evil eunuch who was petty and petty, short-tempered and without pride, the leveling process went very smoothly.

My friends’ physical strength was better than I thought.

Perhaps thanks to the repeated training they received from the Knights of Arn while minimizing sleep, they did not break down even though they grumbled while undergoing repeated penances.

Oh, of course, there was a time when Arthur asked why I was doing this. He said it would have been much more beneficial to train at the Arn Knights.

My answer to that was simple.

‘Poor Prince, are you such a fool that you can’t even feel your own growth?’

Although the level is not apparent on the outside, it is clearly one of the rules of this world.

So, if you work hard and raise your level rapidly, you will naturally feel your own growth.

Arthur, who realized that he had become stronger after listening to me, never expressed dissatisfaction with my methods after that.

So did other people. I can see that the more I struggle, the stronger I become, so why should I complain?

“Agra, a petty and petty piece of shit. Just spend your everyday life stuck on the ground and dragging your feet. Please.”

As usual, as soon as I entered the dungeon, I uttered provocative words and clicked my tongue when I saw no response.

My grandfather, who saw my antics, was dumbfounded and said that you must be the only person who would do something like this to an evil spirit, but he didn’t stop me.

*

It’s been two weeks since I started hard work.

Slowly, the way people in Riz territory looked at us started to become subtle, but I didn’t care about that.

All I cared about was that the efficiency of my labor was getting worse. If this trend continues, hitting 90 before entering the second year will be the limit, right?

shit. Even if Agra had been gifted a few bonus stages along the way, the growth would have been faster than it is now!

*

It’s been three weeks and four days since I started working.

After spending twenty hours a day in the dungeon, I reached level 90 and reached the limit of my growth.

Even though I worked hard all day, my level did not increase.

The other friends were still able to work hard in this place, but stamina was an issue.

After almost a month of repeated forced marches, everyone was devastated, so even I, who would say that perseverance is everything, started to worry that my friends would collapse.

Should I end my hard work soon? The second semester starts soon, so it’s not too early.

While I was thinking about this, Alsatin visited the base next to the dungeon.

He visited this place with his face and voice completely changed and burst out laughing when he saw the faces of my friends.

“I was thinking that Master was being harsh on Burrow, but this is even worse.”

“Inferior Confucius. What is that idiot learning?”

“I am being taught the basics of being an information source that I learned before. Master said you were planning to use it as an internal source of information for the Academy?”

After hearing that Karia was having fun and growing as much as she rolled, I prayed for the jackal to rest in peace.

Even if I were to be photographed, would I still be photographed by Caria? If you become a toy for that eccentric lady, you will have a hard time in the future.

By now, you must be thinking that the Knights of Arn were better?

“I’m doing pretty well, so you don’t have to worry.”

“I understand that, but information arm, why did you come here?”

“I have a story to tell you.”

The words written at the top of the paper Alsatin handed me were these.

‘A plan to exterminate followers of evil spirits led by an art denomination.’

As I was blinking because each word was so brutal, Alsatin continued his explanation.

“Didn’t you capture the evil apostle last time? Based on the information obtained from him, the Arts Church established a plan to eliminate it, but due to its scale, it has not been put into action yet. They are currently seeking cooperation from several churches…”

I came to my senses late and caught the words written on the paper.

Is the goal to reduce evil spirit forces from the continent based on the information provided by Nakrad?

As I was reading the text below, I felt a sense of déjà vu and read the text again from the top.

And then I was convinced. That this event is an event I know about.

“Information seller. Where is that perverted apostle and what is he doing now?”

“I am staying with the church. There are a lot of things to discuss.”

“What about the shabby weakling?”

“Same. I understand that Nakrad is also imprisoned in the cult’s basement.”

…

Argh! Zenjaaaang! I really wasn’t planning on going to the art school no matter what!

If this happens, you have to go there!

I can’t just sit by and watch when idiots try to fall into a trap on their own!