Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 634: Warrior (2)

Although Adri had opened the path, it was by no means smooth.

From the perspective of the necromancer duke, our existence was something we should never get too close to.

He was trying every trick to block us, weaving the palace into various traps.

So, we smashed them. Everything in our way was destroyed.

“It’ll take decades to restore the palace!”

“It’s a miracle it hasn’t collapsed!”

The necromancers attacking us were suppressed by the shouts of the ancestors and Adri’s necromancy. The knights, enchanted by dark magic, were subdued by the clergy. And then...

“We can’t go!”

Just like in the game, the knight commander, who had been captured with great effort, could not be saved even by the saint’s purification.

“Why can’t we go? This will be my castle.”

“The second prince, we’ve told you several times. Please maintain your decorum.”

The second prince and the second queen blocked our way.

“Ugh. Sorry, mother. I’m just not used to it.”

“Not mother, but second queen. She will one day become the queen, so please.”

“Shut up! Fool!”

“...This man has always been without dignity. Well, it’s fine. I’ve been wanting to beat him once anyway.”

“Mother?”

“Cecil. Grab your weapon. We’ll proceed in the Bedfer style.”

“That sounds fun!”

As we cleared the obstacles one by one and moved forward, a chilling aura suddenly reached me from afar.

Some would call it death, others despair, some would say it’s the end of the world, and some would call it an enemy—only to me, it was just an annoying obstacle.

The damn Agra.

The moment I felt that presence, I added more strength to my body and charged forward, breaking through the wall and striking down the enemy beyond it.

“The will of the gods is truly a miserable thing.”

But to my surprise, that dried-up corpse turned out to be the king.

“Servant of the gods, don’t you think so?”

The king, who had already made a pact with the evil god Agra.

“Are you afraid? Where did that loud mouth of yours go?”

The Fairy Queen was sweating coldly. It was proof she had absorbed the power of the evil god. Otherwise, the playful woman wouldn’t be acting so cautiously.

“Ha. I can’t even describe how unpleasant this is.”

Though his body had withered, his physical abilities were likely incredible. It was probably on a level surpassing my usual mid-boss strength. With my current abilities, I couldn’t guarantee victory.

“Now I can repay you.”

Additionally, according to Duke Kurten’s words, the king may lack physical strength, but his mind is exceptional.

He must have studied magic and dark magic to compensate for his physical limitations. He would be at a level capable of fighting any strong opponent.

“You’re trembling. How amusing. Do you feel fear?”

So...

“Ha ha♡ Ah~♡ I can’t stop laughing~♡”

“...What?”

The enemy before me was a boss I had never faced before.

“Peanuts really are genetic, huh?♡”

Not some absurd, unreachable enemy like the dark evil god.

“Must’ve been tough, flirting with a man like this, huh?♡ The delusional queen♡”

An enemy worth strategizing against.

“Ha! That’s right! You were always like this, weren’t you?!”

“Trying to act all calm, but it’s so obvious you’re trembling♡ Is it a complex?♡ I can’t imagine how nightmares would come from hearing ridicule every night~♡”

“Fine. Now I’ll repay the humiliation I took for the legendary knight.”

With the shield raised and the mace gripped tightly, I added more strength to my hand. As if waiting for this moment, fairies flew out of my head and surrounded me.

“Ha! Talk all you want. Even your queen fears me, so what can you do?”

“If the queen can’t do it, then the king will do it.”

Eregnus appeared in the air and naturally moved to the queen’s side, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Why is he acting so natural!?

What is this!?

That’s not how he used to be!

He’s a fake! The real Eregnus would never act like that!

<That’s it! This is absurd! How can that virgin do such things!?>

‘Virgin... Wait, no way!’

Eregnus glanced at me and smiled confidently.

Could this really be the smile of the victor!? His hands are trembling!

“The great archmage, now turned into the dark god’s servant. If you intervene, this will be easily resolved, right? But are you sure that’s okay? The balance between us will be destroyed.”

“You’ve obtained the knowledge of the evil god.”

“That was the agreement.”

As the king smiled in a way that invited mockery, Eregnus also matched his smile.

“Balance, you see, can be maintained by adding more, or by taking some away.”

“Yes. That’s what the ugly ones do. So what will you take away?”

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“I’ve already taken something. The great god has.”

The great god? The lousy god? Why is that name coming up?

“Caria. You’d know, right? The king has been afraid of death.”

“Yeah. I’ve known for a while. He’s a man who’s escaped death countless times because of his frail body.”

The king was never meant to become a king.

From birth, his frail body attracted numerous illnesses, and despite receiving every treatment as a royal, he narrowly escaped death several times.

Outwardly, he was always smiling, but inwardly, he was constantly running from the threat of death.

Caria knew this but didn’t take it too seriously.

Being afraid of death is a natural human instinct, and fundamentally, the king was an excellent leader who led his country to peace.

“Did I make a wrong judgment?”

“Yes.”

“That can’t be. I’m sure I’ve understood every thought of the opponent.”

“When one emotion becomes intense, can you read all its branches?”

“Of course.”

“What if that emotion is passionate love?”

Caria, who had nodded in agreement, paused for a moment and frowned.

Of course, if you focus, you can distinguish it.

But for me, the king and queen weren’t targets of surveillance—they were individuals I had to protect. There was no need to scrutinize them that closely.

“Right?”

“I’ll admit it. I made a mistake. So, this was the king’s plan all along, wasn’t it?”

“Think about it. Could someone like me, broken and thrown to the bottom, have been found by pure coincidence?”

“...Was this part of his desperate struggle to escape death?”

“Yes. His Majesty has always sought to avoid death. By any means.”

His efforts bore fruit when he rose to the throne and came to understand the legacy Eregnus had left. It was through acquiring the way to touch the evil god.

The power to deal with endings. A force that can end someone’s life or delay their end countless times.

The king had approached that power. He had devised all kinds of plans to wield it.

“...Wait. Damn it. If that’s true, the king’s completely unsuited for the country, isn’t he?”

“Yes. He is. Honestly, if it were for Partlan Kingdom, I’d say he should be killed right away.”

“Then why are you following him!? You’re a crazy woman who only cares about the kingdom!”

“Caria, I’m an artificial doll created without a human heart. I was designed to follow only the rules given to me. Unlike you, who was born with emotions and gradually became numb.”

Humans are born with emotions.

And because of that, they become numb. Both negative and positive emotions. The intensity fades over time. Unconsciously, they forget the original feelings.

However, the first queen, the watcher, was not a doll. She remembered the moment she became aware of her heart’s beat.

“Human emotions are truly bothersome, and because they are bothersome, they are beautiful. Impossible to ignore or dismiss.”

Although she knew it was wrong, she couldn’t stop the king.

And because she knew it was wrong, because she knew his actions would ruin the kingdom, she thought she should stop him.

“So, I was willing to throw myself away. Hoping fate would decide everything.”

“That’s reckless. You trash.”

“It’s not that bad, is it? Even in the worst case, the leaders to guide the kingdom are here.”

Only then did the dukes understand why they had been trapped here—not because of a power block, but as a preparation for the future.

“In the end, all we can do is pray.”

Duke Partlan laughed carelessly, offering a prayer to the darkness. To the greatest god he knew.

Now, as the lousy god had been mentioned suddenly, I tilted my head in confusion, but then my friends arrived from behind.

Faeby, who had been carried by Frey, gently landed on the ground, blushing slightly, and stepped forward.

“I had thought the warmth of the god had weakened at some point, but was this the arrangement for that?”

Ah! So that’s it!?

That loud, interfering, attention-seeking piece of trash god has been quiet for this reason all along!

I thought he’d been squashed by that idiot Agra!

“Yes. Saint of the god. But I’m not at the level to defeat that man. If I were, I would have already cut off his head.”

There was no exaggeration in Eregnus’s words. The mage who had fought against gods had acquired the god’s power.

If he decided to wield his strength, even the king, a mere pawn, would disappear in an instant.

“Still, don’t relax. King. This balance belongs to the gods. Your fate is just a trivial matter.”

“...What are you trying to say?”

“To put it simply, if you don’t follow my proposal, you will die. If you try to play around, you will die. If you try to escape with the evil god’s help, you will die.

I swear by the magic I’ve built up. No matter what happens, I will kill you. Even if it means handing you over to Agra.”

The withered body of the king trembled. Understanding now, having borrowed the power of the gods, he realized he could not escape death’s grip.

“However, this is unfair. So, I’ll take on the role of the overseer.”

Overseer? Suddenly, what?

“The socially awkward idiot. Could you explain so that I can understand?”

“Eregnus! The first letter is gone!”

“...Do you really have to bring that up?”

“Of course! This is our accomplishment!”

“No. Ahem! What I’m saying is that everyone here will become the god’s agents! The representatives of the evil god and the good god will face off!”

The disciples of the evil god Agra and the disciples of the god Aramadi. The confrontation between the representatives of the two gods.

“Hero! Slay the demon lord to save the world! Demon lord! Slay the hero to survive!”

The moment Eregnus, with the power of darkness, stood in the middle, neither Agra nor Aramadi could move.

If it leans more toward Aramadi, Eregnus will end the battle, but if it leans more toward Agra, the battle will remain unresolved.

“I won’t allow you to escape this fight. Trash.”

“A fight, huh? Fine. If that’s the only option, I’ll gladly follow, but there’s one thing missing.”

“What’s the contest?”

“The dungeon.”

“Go ahead and shape the battlefield however you like. Demon lord.”

Eregnus laughed at me.