Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 642: Kidnapping? (2)

Erginus, who had settled in an inn near the palace, lifted his head at the sound of a knock on the door as he pondered the 1st Queen’s words in the dark.

“Excuse me, Master. I have something to ask.”

Hearing Joy’s cautious voice, Erginus stood up, brought her inside, and seated her on the bed.

“You must have a question about what the doll said today?” “Is it really possible, like the person said, for us to return to the mythic age?” “I’ve been thinking about it. To put it simply, yes, it is possible. The mythic age ended not for any specific reason but because the gods’ power weakened.”

The wars of the mythic era had caused massive damage to both formations.

Some gods lost their very existence, and those who sided with the evil gods were all sealed away. Even among the surviving gods, none retained the former grandeur.

“Thus, the glory of the gods diminished, and the mythic era came to an end.” “So, if we can restore the gods’ powers, the mythic era could unfold again.” “Exactly. It’s entirely possible. I can say so with confidence because I possess the power of a god.”

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If Agras were to be resurrected, other evil gods would also be affected and descend to the earth.

Then, those on the opposite side would naturally gain strength, and once again, a war between gods would surely unfold on the earth.

“As someone who lived through that time, let me say this. Such a thing should never happen. In a war of divine beings, humans are mere disposable tools. The current prosperity will vanish in a few years, and all civilization will regress to the past. We can’t even guess how many people will die, and even if we win after countless sacrifices, there’s no guarantee. What the Pope is trying to bring about is such a disaster.”

It was difficult to understand the Pope’s judgment. If things went wrong, he might witness his own faith collapse, so how could he try to resurrect Agras?

Was his faith truly sincere? Does he truly not care who wins in the end?

“Lucy said that the Pope’s faith is sincere.” “...The apostle of the god, you mean?” When Joy nodded, Erginus raised an eyebrow.

“The Pope is mad, but he’s not the kind of person who would recklessly start something without thinking. What are we missing here?” “Isn’t he trying to betray the evil gods himself?” “If that were the case, he would’ve pretended to worship Agras fervently. He wouldn’t openly attempt betrayal.”

It would be good to get some information about the Pope’s past, but there was no way to obtain it.

The God of History had said that the Pope wasn’t even recorded in his books, and other gods didn’t know much about him either.

The great god must know something, but unfortunately, there was no way to speak to him.

“Is an affair troublesome?”

At the voice that came from the darkness, both Erginus and Joy stood up.

The Fairy Queen, seeing their wide-eyed expressions, laughed lightly and hung onto Erginus.

“What were you two talking about with such heated looks?” “It’s about what we heard today.” “Y-Yes! It’s not weird at all!” “Joy, then do you know something suspicious?” “What?! But it’s true! Ugh. Oh my.” “Heh. Just kidding. I’m not suspicious of Joy. After all, Joy likes the noblewoman, doesn’t she?” “Me?! No! I... I do like Lucy, but not in that way. No! Ugh, ahh.”

The Fairy Queen, pulling Joy into her arms and laughing at Erginus’s subtle gaze, spoke up.

“Let’s stop with the jokes and get to the point. We’ve received contact from the fairies who were around the noblewoman.” “What’s the content?” “‘Old tree.’ Just two words.”

After hearing that no further contact had been made due to heavy surveillance, Erginus furrowed his brow.

“Is it about the location they’re in?” “Could it be?” “If they want to give a hint, they should at least make it clear. ‘Old tree’—how should we understand that? How many old trees are there on this continent?” “For now, I’ve sent the fairies to check all the old trees in the area. Something will come up eventually.”

“Uh...”

Joy, who had been in the Fairy Queen’s arms, spoke up quietly.

“I once met someone who was an old tree and became the owner of the forest. It was someone Lucy saved from the Evil God of the Void.” “Interesting. What’s the location?” “If you ask Lina, she should know.” “I’ll go right away. It’s worth checking.”

Erginus pulled out his staff and began drawing the magic for teleportation before turning his head to the side.

Joy, with sharp eyes, was watching the magic intently.

“Do you want to learn?” “Yes. Lucy always complained that it would be nice to have a space mage around.” “Always thinking about your friends.” “...Because they’re precious friends! Ah! No other meaning! Absolutely!”

After returning to the sanctuary with Cardinal Johann, Feiby gripped the cross as she saw the chaotic scene on the streets.

Knights with faith in their hearts were pushing blades toward each other.

The priests who had been praying together glared at each other, their veins bulging.

The people on the streets were shouting all sorts of curses.

Though there were some trying to mediate, neutral opinions were crushed by force.

A civil war was breaking out within the Church of the God.

“How could this happen?” “It was expected, Cardinal Johann.”

The Pope’s sudden purging was an effort to expel the malignant elements within the church.

Most of those who were purged had been sinners who should’ve been exiled long ago.

But humans, with lives that aren’t so simple, can sometimes go from being cruel to becoming kind neighbors.

The Pope was the perfect example.

Though he had been an apostle of the evil god Agras, his faith, when he reached the position of Pope, was sincere.

“They lost their friends, their families, their comrades. Yet, they remained silent because they believed the Holy Father was right. But what if they learned that the one who judged their sins is the villain?”

The truth doesn’t matter. Whether the dead were innocent doesn’t matter. They’re simply screaming in grief.

“Please wait a moment. I’ll suppress it with the others.” “No, you don’t need to.”

Before Johann could express his doubts, Feiby stepped forward toward the battlefield.

Those near her tried to grab her, but their hands stopped just short of touching the Saint.

Her divine aura blocked their approach.

“You all.”

Her voice wasn’t loud.

Compared to the chaos in the sanctuary, it was a very small voice.

But that small voice stopped everyone.

“Please, listen to me.”

Those who had been pointing their swords at each other turned their heads.

Those running toward her with murderous intent, as if hypnotized, turned toward the source of the voice.

The entire crowd in the sanctuary focused on one person.

“There was no need for you to guard me.”

Yuden, who had been assigned to guard Feiby after Benedict’s request, leisurely watched her speech from the roof of a building.

Her embrace of the angry crowd truly made her look like a Saint.

Arthur wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as he looked at the spirits of his ancestors surrounding him.

Is this the child chosen by the founder?He seems to have talent.Is he really talented? He looks like a fool.At least he’s better than your face.

Arthur’s ancestors, speaking through fragments of Soladin, were treating him as the next heir to the throne.

“Please, calm down and listen to me. I... will inherit the throne.”

Kid. Be aware. You’ve made your moves, but now you’re going to ruin everything?

What moves? What would I gain by deceiving my ancestors?

As Arthur complained with his eyes, the fragments whispered in his ear.

You’re feeling inadequate compared to your friends. If you can charm them, that’ll ease things up a bit. “...Tell me more.”Though they look outdated, they were heroes of their time. If you accept their skills and mimic them, you’ll become very versatile.

After the explanation, Arthur, torn between desire and conscience, recalled the small back in front of him and raised his head.

“He’s the rightful heir.”

In the end, they’re all dead. What does it matter?

“What can my ancestors offer me?”

Even if problems arise later, I can ask Lucy or the Saint to purify things.

After all, they’re just ghosts.

With a shock contained in the great sword, Frey flew far away, staggering as she rose to her feet. Benedict exhaled, seeing the trembling hand that held the sword.

“Will you keep going?” “Of course.” “Your body has reached its limit. It’s better to rest for now.” “I could’ve won.”

Frey spat those words, and Benedict hesitated.

“I could’ve won. But I couldn’t. I’m not strong enough.”

“...Could you have defeated the evil god’s power?” “I don’t know. But if I had won, I would have finished it. But I didn’t. I need to get stronger.”

Her voice, filled with regret, made Benedict move the other knights aside and raised the great sword again.

“Come until you’re satisfied.” “Okay. I’ll go. No. I’ll go.”

[Follow the Pope and learn his purpose.] [Listen to the Pope’s old story (Achieved)]

Even though the quest requirements were fulfilled, the quest had not been cleared.

It seemed there was another condition that the perverted god had not revealed.

It didn’t matter much since the quest wouldn’t clear anyway, and I was stuck in this mansion.

I looked at the spot where the Pope had been and then jumped off from atop Rasha, laughing as I faced her messy face covered in food remnants.

“Woof woof♡ Because I’m such a good person, I’ll give you a favor if you ask nicely, and I’ll let your ears go free♡” “Just one ear?” “If you don’t want it, that’s fine♡ But next time, maybe a tail will be added♡”

At the word "tail," Rasha’s eyes flickered.

“If you want it, I won’t stop you♡ Hehe♡ You’ll become such a cute dog♡ Right?♡” “What... What should I do?” “Don’t want to?♡ I don’t want to either♡ I’m hurt because my goodwill was betrayed♡”

Pretending to cry, I saw Rasha press her forehead to the ground with a trembling voice.

“I’m sorry... I was foolish... S-sorry...”

As I saw Rasha’s hand tighten, I patted her head and opened my mouth.

“I’ll forgive you because your effort was admirable♡ I think I’m really kind♡” “...So what do you want me to do?” “A duel♡”

The moment I said it, Rasha raised her head.

“Are you serious?” “Why?♡ Are you looking forward to being steamed with the mace?♡” “No. It’s the opposite.”

Rasha’s deep laugh made my back shiver, but I didn’t stop.

To fight Agras, I needed to grow stronger.