Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 703: Summary (3)

As I watched Armadi, who had her head down and her eyes furtively glancing up, a sigh naturally escaped me.

I wonder if she even realizes what she did wrong.

Probably not. Even now, I bet she's only thinking about what she did wrong to me.

"Do you think I’m angry because you did something wrong?"

Curious to hear her answer, I asked, and Armadi stammered before finally managing to speak.

"I... I used Lucy."

"Of course, that was wrong, but it can be excused. After all, I’m the reason we ended up at this conclusion, aren’t I?"

"Well, yeah."

"Say something else."

"If it’s about the Mesugaki skill, there was nothing I could do. When I gave you your memories in my weakened state, I couldn't stop Agras."

"...Agras?"

"He cursed you, thinking I was relying on you. He ended your 'happiness.' All I could do was twist the curse so it wouldn't stay just a curse."

"Wasn’t that just your personal preference?"

"Why would I curse my precious daughter like that!"

"Well, Mama, you're a masochist, aren't you?"

"Absolutely not!"

No, really? I thought this was all part of your personal taste!

I was even more shocked now than when I first found out Armadi was Lucy's mother, and I was left speechless. Meanwhile, Armadi’s face grew increasingly red.

"Did you really think that all this time?!"

"Of course. Only a masochistic pervert would make their daughter wear a bunny outfit."

"Stop distorting things! I never forced Lucy to wear that outfit!"

"But you clearly stated it as a punishment. And in such a perverted and sinister tone!"

"...That was..."

"What was that?"

"Well, it was because it was cute how Lucy hated it and was so embarrassed."

"Die. You filthy perverted god."

"I’m sorry..."

So, was Armadi just a foolish, lovesick mother?

Hmm? Wait a minute. Armadi is the one who gave me this crazy armor, isn't she?

The person who put me in this ridiculous armor definitely had some sinister intent, whether she admits it or not.

I narrowed my eyes and glared at Armadi in silence. She stammered, muttering something that wasn’t even a word, her ears turning red, before she lowered her head.

"Honestly, tell me. Have you ever asked the perverted crow for photos or drawings?"

"Y...yes."

"Seized. Give me everything you have later."

"Wait! I couldn't even meet or talk to Lucy, so I collected a few things to ease my longing!"

"Oh, is that so? Then stay there and live with them. Don’t even think about meeting me."

"...I’m sorry. I’ll submit everything by the end of the day."

sigh This is why gods like Armadi get away with it, while perverted apostles suffer no punishment.

"Ugh. Lucy is so scary. You were cuter when you were younger."

"Back then, Mama was wearing a mask. If I had known you were this hopeless, you wouldn’t have seemed cute even then."

Poor Lucy, who used to shout "I love Mama so much!"—I mean, poor me.

If I had known Mama’s true nature, I wouldn't have been so upset.

"Does Papa know about this?"

"I don’t know what you mean by 'this,' but I don’t think anything would surprise him."

"Impressive that you kept it hidden."

"Back then, I wanted to be a reliable person for Lucy. I really tried hard."

Armadi forced a smile, but the sorrow etched into her words was unmistakable.

I can imagine what this foolish woman must have thought seeing me, cursed because of her own weakness.

So I can’t really blame her much for this. My rebellious years are long gone.

It's a pity. If it were back in my more hormonal days, I would have thrown a fit without caring about anyone else.

"Now that you’ve admitted all that, tell me what else you've done wrong."

"More here?"

"Don’t want to say it? Should I call you something other than Mama?"

"It’s not that I don’t want to say it! I have a lot to say! But everything is pretty similar to what I already said..."

"Hmmm. So Mama is such an idiot that she doesn't even know what she’s done wrong?"

"Y... yes."

"You've been watching me like a perverted voyeur from above for so long, so you know how it feels when a helpless idiot begs for something, right? Don't even think about saying no. I’ll call you 'Auntie' instead."

"Yes, yes. As Lucy says, I’m an incompetent idiot. So please, please tell me what I did wrong."

Seeing Armadi slam her head into the floor, something like a light guilt settled in my chest.

Hmm. I didn’t want her to go this far, though.

But I can’t back down now!

I need to address this mistake Armadi made—it’s something that needs to be dealt with!

The reason I got seriously angry with Armadi wasn’t because of what she did to me.

Sure, there were a lot of things that bothered me, and I’d planned to tease her, but it all came from a playful "you should experience this too" kind of mindset.

It definitely didn’t come from genuine rage.

What really set me off while listening to Armadi’s story was that she couldn’t even follow through with her own words.

"I’ve asked the people around me so many times not to carry everything alone. That my sacrifices might cause others pain. I begged them to let me do what I could. Sometimes, walking the painful path together is less painful."

Sometimes, the most selfish thing can be the most selfless.

There’s a moment when honestly asking for help, knowing others will feel burdened, turns into a way to care for them.

I was such a fool, so oblivious, but I only realized this after my friends cried.

"But Mama, you didn’t seem to care about anyone else’s feelings."

But the person who caused this was Armadi, and she didn’t listen to anyone’s feelings.

She tried to bear everything alone, made her own decisions after finishing all her worries, and continued to solve everything by herself.

Without considering what the people who risked their lives for her would think.

"Mama, you wanted me to only hear your side. You never asked what I thought."

The relationship between the god of the earth and me was one-sided.

Armadi always presented the path I should take but never asked for my opinion.

"Same goes for Feybi and the other devout priests. Even when those idiots misunderstood everything, Mama never tried to correct it."

Armadi intentionally neglected the priests who worshiped her.

While it was true the Pope was in charge, not all priests had fallen into corruption, but she didn’t even try to ask for their cooperation.

"You never shared your worries with the other gods either. Even that history geek didn’t know anything about it."

Even gods of similar rank to Armadi were not trustworthy in her eyes.

She tried to shoulder everything herself without sharing her plans with anyone.

"I don’t like anything about this, but I won’t say I don’t understand. After repeating countless failures, you might have broken down. But, but still, at least you should have told Grandpa and his companions something. You could’ve said a word before the end of the mythical age."

The heroes of the mythical age never thought they had won.

They lost the beings they trusted, left enemies they should have defeated, and couldn’t even rest properly while cleaning up the chaotic land.

What did they do wrong?

They did their best for the world, so why were they treated like that?

Why do the heroes who saved the world have to stay on this land, still clinging to their regrets?

"Is it really the god’s job to not apologize properly and once again force sacrifices on us?"

Armadi, whose face had turned pale, couldn’t answer my question.

She really didn’t realize she was wrong, did she?

sigh Is this stupidity inherited?

I didn’t realize I was repeating stupid things because Armadi was my mother!

The more I thought about it, the hotter my head got!

"I want you to apologize properly, and compensate properly. Stop talking about hollow things like new life and peace, and make it so that a hero can be happy when they’re still a hero. Maybe you didn’t know when you were a weak god, but now that you’ve regained your power, it’s something you can definitely do."

"...Lucy is right. Once the spring is wound down, the compensation means nothing."

"So, I came here to make Mama apologize. Our Mama may be foolish, incompetent, and an idiot, but she’s still a good person. She’s just a thoughtless fool. If you tell her, she’ll do well."

The atmosphere had grown heavy, so I deliberately tried to joke, but the expressions of the hero and his party didn’t change.

Garard. Erginus. The hero. Even Grandpa. All of them, old enough to be awaiting their death, were holding back their tears.

...This is really uncomfortable.

Alright! Let’s run away! I’ve done everything I needed to do here!

I should hurry back and finish up! Yeah!

As I tried to quietly back away, Lunebia pulled me into her arms and lifted me up.

"Don’t worry, Alrn Young Lady. Everyone else is doing fine. I think it’s okay for you to rest here."

"That’s just your opinion! Chicken Lady!"

"Lunebia."

"If you want to be called that, then right now..."

"Isn’t it the name you gave me? Please call me Lunebia properly."

"Lu... Lunebia."

As I stammered, feeling the temperature dropping in real time, I finally called her name correctly, and only then did Lunebia smile.

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This woman is terrifying! The atmosphere just now felt like she was about to stab me with a knife!

How is this the Queen of the Fairies! She must be the Queen of the Mentally Unstable!

"I wasn’t even able to be a proper mother, yet you’ve grown so well. Ruel, I will never be able to thank you enough."

"No, God of the Earth. She’s always been a righteous child. What have I done? I’ve just..."

"What a touching sight. Alrn Young Lady, don’t you think so too?"

Yeah. It really looks touching.

If the story wasn’t centered on me, I would’ve shed a tear too.

But the story is about me!

I’m about to die from embarrassment!

Please, let me escape!

Is this some kind of new torture?! Should I give up the location of the base!? I’ll say anything, just please let me go! The feeling of my disguise melting away in real-time is unbearable!