Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 662: Propaganda video (1)

The holy ground, which I visited after a long time, was quiet.

It wasn’t because of the situation caused by the Pope.

That crazy man had left the church with his own people, and the internal conflict within the church had been pacified by the true saint.

Even so, the reason why the holy ground was quiet instead of lively was because of me.

Not long ago, Fabi had publicly declared to the people of the holy ground that I was the Apostle of the God.

Fabi didn’t act recklessly.

On the day I told the apostles that I would reveal the truth, Fabi, after everyone else had left, came to me and cautiously, desperately asked me.

If it was okay to reveal the truth to those in the holy ground.

At that time, I had thoughtlessly said yes.

The reason I had hidden the fact that I was the Apostle of the God until then was because of the Pope and those who might oppose me.

Now that they were all gone, there was no reason to keep my identity hidden.

I didn’t think anything would change just because my identity as the Apostle of the God was revealed now.

Whether before or now, I was still someone with many flaws in front of others.

At first, they would probably look at me with surprise, but soon enough, their gaze would grow cold.

The most it would do is lessen their jealousy towards me, I thought.

And on the day I decided to visit the holy ground.

I realized how naive I was.

“I am honored to meet the Apostle of the God!”

As soon as I stepped out of the room with the teleportation circle, dozens of knights lined up in front of me.

While I swallowed my saliva at their disciplined appearance, I could hear murmurs around me.

“That’s him.”

“He’s truly noble.”

“I heard even the Apostle of the Art Church was moved by him.”

“A hope for the continent.”

As I was confused by voices filled with awe, admiration, and curiosity, one of the knights came toward me and removed his helmet.

It was the puppet of the grandfather I had saved before.

“I will guide you, Apostle.”

His excessively polite voice sent chills down my spine, but feeling the weight of the gazes around me, instead of causing a scene, I quietly followed the puppet and got into the carriage.

“You seem very surprised.”

Fabi, who had been waiting inside the carriage, wore a satisfied smile.

Ah, so you're the culprit behind this, huh?

I chuckled and sat down in the chair, crossing my legs and silently pointing at the floor.

Fabi, who was awkwardly smiling and checking my mood, immediately sat upright when my brow furrowed.

“Strange, isn’t it? When did I ever ask for this?”

“No. But even if you didn’t ask, we must show our respect to the Apostle...”

I tapped the divine pouch with my toes, and Fabi, blushing, quickly shut up.

“Are you trying to piss me off on purpose? How could a pitiful saint degrade herself to become such a pervert? I’m really sad.”

“...I’m sorry, Lady. But please know that what happened this time was not entirely my decision.”

“Now you’re even selling out other perverts. Ugh. Is this really the saint?”

“N-no, that’s not it! I don’t deny my mistake in not stopping them! But the actions of the believers who wished to show their respect were entirely their own will!”

Good grief. Just recently, these people saw me as nothing more than an obstacle, and now they voluntarily caused such an incident?

Makes perfect sense.

And even if what you say is true, I’m not thankful for the praises from trash who change their attitude the moment their status changes, you know?

I nudged Fabi with my foot, making her look miserable. Then, I got her to stand up and sat on top of her.

“I don’t need those useless people.”

Even if they praise me for a hundred days, nothing’s going to change.

What use is it to get favorable opinions from such extras?

If you were going to like me, you should’ve done so earlier.

If you had, my academy life would’ve been a lot easier.

When I spoke with a mindset focused on efficiency, the puppet’s gaze toward me became slightly off, and Fabi’s hands, which were holding me, tightened.

Did I say something wrong? Why are they reacting like this?

Feeling uncomfortable from the dampened atmosphere, before I knew it, we had arrived at the holy ground.

Without even being checked, I stepped inside and, looking at those bowing one by one outside the gates, I let out a hollow laugh.

If I had known they’d be such a hassle, I should’ve chosen another place.

This place was just the most effective for my plans, but there was nothing wrong with choosing a different spot.

Clicking my tongue, I checked the faces of those bowing.

I saw shameless scoundrels who had been badmouthing me before now bowing their heads once, trying to absolve their sins.

Then, covering my face with my hand, I stood up from my seat with a string of curses.

What a shame. If I had known these idiots were everywhere, I would’ve had the perverted apostle waiting in advance.

I regretted sending him away first, feeling uncomfortable receiving those sinister glances.

Slowly stepping outside the carriage, I ignored the people urgently kneeling and looked around.

If I wanted to, I’d raise my middle finger and curse at them, but since it would make things difficult for Fabi in many ways, I decided to go along with the situation.

It wasn’t a difficult task. As long as I didn’t speak, I was beautiful enough to mesmerize even the perverted raven.

I gathered my hands and, for all to see, prayed toward the God.

I declared that I would embrace even their patheticness.

Then, following my power, the divinity moved, adding more light to the world.

I could hear people crying.

Voices of repentance echoed from all around.

I absorbed all those sounds but neither acknowledged nor condemned them.

I just prayed until they quieted down.

This should be enough.

Once again, getting into the carriage, I saw Fabi smiling as she gazed at the crystal ball.

“Perverted saint. What’s with that disgusting smile?”

“Look! This noble and merciful figure of Lady! This is the video I was hoping for!”

The image of me recorded in the crystal ball actually looked pretty good.

My figure, calmly spreading divinity with the people lined up around me, showing their emotions, highlighted my greatness due to the contrast.

Given my appearance, it wasn’t surprising that a good shot would come out even if it was taken casually.

But this wasn’t enough. It looked good, but it wasn’t striking.

There’s a limit to natural beauty.

Some production was necessary to make something that would make people cheer and praise me.

After hearing about the video from the perverted apostle, I thought of a groundbreaking way to persuade the people of the continent.

To convince those who argue based on emotions, I had to approach them emotionally as well.

I would make a video showing them that I am the Apostle of the God and that the world was in true danger, and then spread it across the continent!

The video would be clumsy since it would be made by an amateur, but that didn’t matter! After all, the ones who would watch my video were just ignorant fools!

Convincing the apostles and convincing those beneath them were completely different matters.

No matter what, the apostles of each church were people with value, someone the gods would take interest in, and they had received a considerable amount of training to represent a religion.

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Apostles, who could rightly be called intellectuals, wouldn’t fall for any ordinary propaganda, and even if they did, the gods would send them warnings, so it would be hard to convince them with mere tactics.

But the followers were different.

They were just ordinary residents of this world.

For those in a fantasy world who couldn’t even imagine the conveniences of modern society, showing a poor video would be enough to move them, and they would bow their heads.

It wasn’t a far-fetched story. Ignorance easily turns people into fools.

Entering the building of the holy ground, I frowned when I saw my paintings lined up from the entrance.

Fabi. I know you want to praise me, but do you really have to go this far?

This is making it look like the relationship between the God and the apostle has flipped.

In fact, I may not revere the shabby God all that much, but you shouldn’t be doing this, Fabi.

“All of this will remain until everyone’s eyes are set on the noble accomplishments of Lady.”

Accomplishments, huh.

Now that I looked at it, the paintings all depicted the battles I had fought.

The Apostle of the Evil God. The Evil God of Fire. The Evil God of Darkness. The Evil God of Void. Among other battles I had fought, looking at these paintings, I couldn’t help but feel that it was miraculous I was even standing here.

“The people of the continent should feel gratitude toward Lady.”

At Fabi’s resolute words, I shrugged my shoulders and stepped into the main hall of the holy ground.

The perverted apostle, who had come early and was preparing with the Fairy Queen, ran toward me with cheers as soon as he saw me.

“Welcome! Lady Alrn! We’ve finished preparing to record your appearance!”

“We’ve also finished preparing the various productions you mentioned. We can’t wait to see the real thing.”

Alright. Then let’s shoot a video to deceive the people of the continent.

Ruel furrowed his brow as he suddenly saw his two friends enter his mental space.

“So you’re saying you gave the shard of Agras to the Apostle of the Evil God and fled?”

“Fled? That’s a bit harsh. Let’s call it a tactical retreat.”

Garad responded playfully, and Ruel let out a visible sigh.

“Did you do it on purpose?”

“The God desired it.”

The warrior slowly answered, and Ruel sat down heavily across from them.

“Lucy said the God wanted to remove variables. He’s intentionally staying silent to create an environment where his apostle can respond.”

“Did the God tell you this?”

“No, it’s Lucy’s own speculation.”

“Clever.”

“Yeah. It would’ve been nice if such a person was our leader.”

As Garad mentioned the many struggles caused by the warrior, the warrior avoided his gaze and cleared his throat.

“Anyway, we’ll be staying here for the time being.”

“That’s fine, but what about Lucy? What will you say to her?”

“We’ll keep our existence a secret. We’re not supposed to be here.”

“We can’t have her relying on us, the failures.”

The warrior’s way couldn’t save the world.

So Lucy had to fight in her own way, not the warrior’s way.

For that reason, it was better that she didn’t know about the two of them.

“I’ll understand for now. I’ll try to keep it hidden.”

“Thanks, Ruel.”

“By the way, why is that little girl suddenly putting on heavy makeup?”

Hearing Garad’s question, Ruel looked at Lucy, who had entrusted herself to Prete and Erin.

With her natural beauty, enhanced by the blessings of the Goddess and the Fairy Queen, she looked not just beautiful but mysteriously awe-inspiring.

If Lucy, who looked like this, kept her mouth shut and displayed her powers, someone might shout that the Goddess had descended.

“You’ll know when you see it.”

Ruel, knowing everything, deliberately put on a playful smile.

He couldn’t wait to see the reactions of his shocked friends.