Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 696: Five (3)

The Pope, driven by divine power, was pushed back but reached my side, looking at me with eyes filled with mixed emotions before forcing a smile.

“This time, Papa's not late, right?”

“Yeah, Papa. You're a little bit cooler today?”

“Really? Is that so!? Alright! I’ll have to show you an even cooler side!”

With a loud shout, Benedict charged forward, and the knights of Arlan followed him.

The scene of monsters being torn apart by a black wave reminded me of a passage from the Bible that I once saw on a screen.

As I stared absentmindedly at it, the monster horde beside me was slashed in half.

“Ah, this is so frustrating. What the hell is that weird dungeon?”

The Pope lamented about the dungeon he had thrown in, and as if to repay his frustration, she rushed alone into the heart of the army.

Normally, I would have called it suicidal, but... well, seeing a hole form like a bomb dropping in the middle of the army, it seemed okay.

...Is it the case that anyone who reaches the position of Swordmaster ends up like this?

“Don’t worry. As the apostle of the god, I will protect that person’s side.”

At almost the same time as the Swordmaster’s appearance, Ruel’s puppet bowed respectfully and dashed into the slaughter.

“Woohoo! Lady Arlan! May I ask for your permission to be allowed the honor of meeting you, such a beautiful and noble being!?”

A perverted apostle, whose origin was unknown, did not look at me with his usual passionate gaze but instead kept his eyes on the ground.

What the hell is wrong with him? I was so confused when, instead of me, Fabi whispered something in his ear.

“Indeed! Understood! Lady Arlan! After this war is over, please!”

With the divine power added to his two fists, the perverted apostle left, and I quietly stared at Fabi, who gave a light chuckle.

“I told him that if he played his part, he would be allowed to do that.”

“...That’s it?”

“Yeah. I think he’s honored just to see you, Lady.”

Is that really how it is? Even with the fairy’s sight, it seems like just a normal thing. Isn’t this a bit over the top?

“I understand. I feel the same way right now.”

Hearing this, despite the nauseating and grotesque voice I hadn’t heard in a while, I turned to see a fox with a hand covering its nose.

She was bleeding from her fingers, looking like she could drop dead from anemia at any moment.

“You abandoned me, your pet, this time, so I believe you’ll reward me properly in the future. Lucy, there’s quite a lot built up, don’t you think?”

The moment I heard those words, I wanted to erase them from my memory. The foolish fox and her misty fox companions moved forward, and behind them, many of the forest's guardians suppressed the monsters.

Then, as if following them, the kingdom’s army, led by the second prince, passed by, and Rene stopped walking and stood beside me.

“It’s been a while. I’ve heard of your accomplishments.”

“Sorry, I haven’t heard anything about the gloomy prince. I wasn’t interested at all.”

“...Haha. You must have been busy, so it’s understandable.”

Rene, who remained unshaken, continued to silently look at me, even amidst the harsh stares from my surroundings.

“By the way, it’s been a while, so maybe it’s because of that, but it seems like you’ve grown a bit taller.”

“Really!?”

“It’s not noticeable, but you have definitely grown. My observational skills are quite good.”

Really!?

Did the penalty of the mesugaki skill lessen slightly as I became better at handling the power of purification!?

I didn’t completely dismiss the idea that he was just buttering me up, but since it was something I had wanted to hear so badly, I looked around, hoping his words were true.

“Have I grown a bit?”

“Yes, yes! You’ve grown! Lady!”

“The First Prince’s insight is beyond doubt.”

“Is that so? My eyes...?”

“Shh!”

“What are you saying! Frey Kent! You really have bad eyes!”

So, I’m taller, right!? Right!?

I almost forgot the imminent danger for a moment, distracted by the happy news, as I smiled broadly, only for Rene to shrug his shoulders.

“Let’s have some tea later. I’ll give you a snack I’ve never tried.”

“That’s so pathetic, you’re making it so hard to refuse!”

“Good. I’ll contact you later.”

When the First Prince left, the atmosphere around me shifted slightly.

Why? Why? Why is everyone looking at me like that?

“Master, it’s surprisingly easy, huh?”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Trash lady. You’re practically free, but you’re calling the ones who don’t sell easy? Ridiculous.”

“...Are you seriously saying that in this situation?! I almost died just now, you know!?”

The shout about how difficult it was to face the Apostle of Destruction contradicted the evidence that facing the God of Destruction wasn’t that difficult.

The boss required more specs and preparation than raw physical strength, so for someone like Karia, who could acquire anything from the continent, it probably wasn’t a big deal.

I knew that’s why they sent me.

“So, what about the other losers?”

“The situation across the continent is fine. The fairies have intervened, the power of the clergy has grown, and many nations have prepared their armies. We can easily deal with the dungeon's rampage.”

So this battle is the turning point.

I took a breath and looked ahead again.

I see those who continue to fight, never retreating, even in the face of the monster horde constantly defiling the land.

I see those who, unafraid of death, reach out to save the world.

And I bring my hands together, offering a prayer.

To the useless, incompetent god who does nothing.

At least, grant them blessings.

Grant victory in this battlefield so their nobility will not be in vain.

Great god, we are in the final moments.

Do it properly!

You fool!

The familiar notification sound brought my attention back, and before me, a familiar blue window appeared.

[The resurrection of the Evil God has arrived.] [Progress: 90%] [Quest activated!] [Stop their plan.] [No matter what trials face you, you will not falter.] [The blessings and powers that remain with you will protect you forever.] [Objective: Save the world.]

Seeing the words written there, I naturally realized what I needed to do.

I didn’t need the relic’s help.

The miracle I would cause had happened before, and now, with my current power, it was something I could easily achieve.

With a smile, I lifted my mace high, and divinity gathered around it.

The divinity infused with purification magic transformed into a magic circle, expanding into a massive ring.

Bigger than the sun I had once offered before the evil god of fire.

Bigger than the sun my grandfather had created.

Bigger than when Armadi descended to the earth in the age of myth.

I was going to create another sun in the sky.

How much time passed, I didn’t know.

When I placed the enormous sphere completed on my mace into the sky, the sun made of divinity naturally rose to the heavens.

The sun of purification light drove away the darkness, made the black clouds flee, and proudly took its rightful place in the sky.

The sun, filled with the god’s divinity, shone down on the earth.

It burned the monsters, erased curses, eliminated corruption, healed wounds, boosted willpower, illuminated the path ahead, and shone on the enemies that needed to be defeated.

“Let’s go.”

Under that light, I took up my weapon and moved forward.

Through the path made by the kingdom’s knights.

Through the path made by the fairies' antics.

Through the path made by the forest’s guardians.

Through the path made by the perverted apostle and other apostles.

And towards the enemy, closing in at the end.

I saw the Pope, who had just broken free from the power of the end, wrapped in darkness, with only his red eyes glowing brightly.

I knew. This was the phenomenon that occurred right before he became the Evil God of the End.

I couldn’t interfere in the game, but now, it was different.

“Everyone! Get ready!”

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It’s time to create the miracle!

The Hero looked upon the legions of humans lined up on the battlefield, reflecting on the past.

The human army lined up on the earth and the monstrous horde standing across from them.

The countless rivers of blood that flowed between them.

Those fleeing in fear, and the commanders shouting to capture them.

And at the forefront, those who, despite wearing monster corpses, did their best to spread hope, including the hero and their companions.

Others praised the hero on the battlefield, but for the hero, the battlefield was a nightmare.

Just thinking about it made him want to vomit.

The reason he buried himself in the wrong choices was that he didn’t want to face this nightmare again.

However, as the newly formed sun illuminated the earth, the hero realized that this was not a nightmare. The scene before his eyes was a happy dream.

It was the scene the hero had desperately longed for more than anyone.

He had dreamed of this scenery, but it had always been an ideal that he could never reach in his lifetime.

“...I never thought the moment would come when I would be saved by others.”

“Are you ready to ascend now?”

At Garad’s laughing voice, the hero nodded, as if it were the most natural thing.

“I was arrogant. I thought I was just one of the many fleeting beings in this world, and I thought no one but me could save it.”

“Didn’t we all think the same back then?”

“Yeah. It’s not just your mistake.”

Even with the comforting words of Ruel and Garad, the hero shed tears, not once taking his eyes off the screen.

“The end that the god spoke of is approaching, but if this is the end, I would gladly accept it.”

At the hero’s words, Garad nodded in agreement, but Ruel, without a word, simply stared at the hero across the screen.

The beginning and the end were about to collide.