Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 638: Warrior (6)

In the midst of confusion, I tried to stand up hurriedly but couldn't endure the dizziness that rose within me and staggered. At that moment, the Pope naturally reached out and caught me.

"Don't move so hastily, Apostle. You were just moments away from dying."

"That disgusting... stalker bastard... You don’t even need to say it, I know?♡"

"To defend myself, I'm not a stalker. I just came because the time was right."

The Pope tried to grab a piece, but the recoil from earlier was too strong for me to block.

"Saint, please support the Apostle."

I was cradled gently in Feibi's arms as I scanned my surroundings.

My friends were looking at the Pope with eyes full of hostility, but they couldn’t make a move.

It was overwhelming even dealing with the monster named Rasha, and with the Pope's direct subordinates guarding him, there was nothing we could do.

Freya was ready to charge at any moment, but it seemed like Arthur was desperately holding her back.

Yeah. Good job. If I let that fool move recklessly, things will go south.

"Using Cardinal Johan to create a justification and deal with the chaos was good, but you should've known that everything happening in the Church reaches my ears. And with my authority, one Cardinal Johan alone wouldn't be able to stop me."

"Fuck...♡ Damn...♡"

"And one more thing. I'm not particularly concerned about my reputation. Once this is over, I don't care about being the Pope or anything else."

From the Pope's tone, joy naturally seeped through.

It was hard to tell whether he couldn't hide his emotions or was deliberately provoking me with a laugh, but one thing was certain: that laugh was real.

The fragment of the Evil God was a very important piece in his plan.

"It’s almost the end. This might sound irreverent, but since I just saved your life, please listen calmly, Apostle. Will you come with me?"

This question was completely unexpected.

Have I lost my mind?

Is being an Apostle of the Lord that important?

Could this bastard be a perverted god like a weak deity?

Countless questions flashed through my mind.

"I swear by the Lord, I will not inflict even the slightest harm on you. Of course, I won't mentally attack you either. I just want you, and your master, to see the end of my work."

Ha, so that’s it. Self-sacrifice and all that, he just wants to be recognized by the being he worships.

I organize my thoughts while observing the Pope’s smirk.

Since he swore on a weak god, the Pope truly won’t attack me.

If anyone tries to harm me, not only will he cut off their necks, but he’ll capture their souls and make them suffer eternally.

He’s done that before to those who hurt Feibi in the game.

Even aside from my safety, this offer isn’t so bad.

The approach is more like a threat, which isn’t pleasant, but the fact that I can observe the Pope’s plan up close is intriguing. The moment I want, I can cause a ruckus.

<Dangerous, isn’t it?>

‘Surprisingly, it’s safe. If I follow the Pope, I don’t think I can die by any means.’

Moreover, even if I were to stir up trouble, the Pope wouldn't get angry.

As long as I don’t cross a line, he might be sad, but that would be the end of it.

I don’t know if I can avoid crossing the line, though.

‘More importantly, if I follow him, I’ll know the location of the plan.’

<You don’t know that either?>

‘I can’t know. It’s completely random.’

"Your Majesty, Lucy Allen is one of our kingdom's people."

Just as I was about to nod, Arthur stepped forward.

"It would be problematic if you're trying to kidnap her."

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"Kidnap? Prince Soladin, this is an elevation."

"Even if the words change, the actions seem the same."

"Lucy is the only daughter of the noble Allen family, an esteemed hero of the kingdom. Your Majesty, if you find this difficult, at least seek the permission of the Allen family."

Following Arthur, Joy blocked my path.

She wanted to scream right away, but she was holding herself back, trying to persuade the Pope.

However, I knew that the Pope, pretending to listen to their words, wasn’t focusing at all.

"Gentlemen, I can declare a crusade against Soladin at any moment. Trying to resurrect the Evil God was treason against the Lord."

"That was the action of a few individuals."

"That’s the problem, though. It was the King of Soladin."

With one sentence, the Pope silenced Arthur and patted his shoulder.

"If I declare a crusade, leaders from other countries will willingly fight for their beliefs. Understand? I am about to do something that shouldn’t be done, moved by the sacrifice shown by the Apostle."

What the Pope was talking about wasn’t just a war. With a single word, Soladin would turn into the demonic nation trying to resurrect the Evil God Agra.

Even if Feibi supports us, it won’t change much. Even if a few cardinals raise their voices in Feibi's favor.

How could nobility feel attraction in such leaders?

"Stop talking nonsense! Those who didn’t even acknowledge Lucy’s existence!"

When the Pope nodded and was about to walk past the two, Joy suddenly yelled and stepped in front of him.

"Lucy was scared of His Majesty! But now, what is this!? You're going to betray us and take Lucy away!?"

"Lady Partlan, I apologize for that. But it's fine now. I’ll fix it myself."

"Your Majesty! No. I don't even want to call you that! You! I don’t trust you!"

Despite the veins bulging in her neck, Joy's hands were trembling behind her.

She was afraid of the situation. She knew she was in danger. Yet, she still didn’t back down.

"You speak as if you knew everything, but what have you been doing until now!? Lucy! This little girl! While risking her life to fight the Evil Gods! What were you doing!?"

"Lady Partlan."

"Nothing! You did nothing! So, when Lucy was suffering because of the curse on her, what did you do!? No! Back then, you didn’t even know Lucy existed!"

Arthur, who had been listening to Joy's yelling, shook his head and gripped the King's sword. Freya, as if waiting for this moment, etched her aura onto her pure white sword.

"You said you knew everything!? Then all the nightmares in the Church must be because you allowed them! How disgusting! There are no trash like you in the so-called heretic community!"

"Your words are too harsh."

Finally, the Pope’s direct knights, who had been silent, opened their mouths, but Joy’s momentum didn’t falter.

"Too harsh!? While you’ve been holed up in your holy land sucking your fingers, Lucy has risked her life countless times to save the world! But what did you give Lucy in your holy land? Only mockery! Still too harsh!? I think it's you, trash like you, who are overstepping!"

The nobles around, who had discarded all decorum, looked stunned, and Rasha, who had been standing behind, burst into laughter.

"Just like Erginus' disciple! This is what a hero should be like!"

The Pope turned his head, silencing Rasha with a glance, and then smiled at Feibi.

"Saint, please calm your friend down."

"Feibi!"

Feibi, having met both Joy and the Pope’s eyes, hesitated for a moment before saying she would speak to Joy and approached her.

"Please! You know this! Feibi!"

"Thank you, Saint."

"No need to thank me. Your Majesty."

Then, she turned her head toward the Pope.

"What... does that mean?"

"To put it crudely, just take a damn dick!"

Feibi spat the profanity, squinted her eyes, and glared at the silent Pope.

"I know my past. I know you ignored those evil deeds. But I said nothing. However, this time, I can't stay silent."

"Saint, the great Apostle of the Lord. If you’re not elevating him in the Church, where else could you?"

"There’s no need to elevate him. How could we, with any authority, acknowledge the one chosen by the Lord? Truly sacrilegious. I am disappointed, Your Majesty."

Both the Pope and Feibi were smiling, but their eyes were not. They were glaring, making sure neither would be pushed back.

Just as the quarrel was about to continue, Rasha interjected between them.

"Ah, you two are so frustrating. Keep running your mouths, see if it gets anywhere."

"The conversation isn’t over yet."

"It’s over. Old man. It’s simple. They won’t let the little brat go, and we’ll take the arrogant kid no matter what."

"So, you’re trying to persuade us."

"You can't do it. You're crazy. Only a crazy person would be persuaded by the words of another crazy person. And unfortunately, the other side looks sane."

As Rasha stepped forward, the Pope, who had been stiff, finally spoke up.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"This is simple too. That little brat is rude but kind, right? Once her friends are half-dead, she’ll come willingly."

With a shrug of his shoulders, Rasha suddenly swung a punch. That’s dangerous. If I’m hit by that attack!

"Wow, you’re strong?"

Freya’s sword intercepted Rasha’s fist. It seemed Rasha didn’t think his attack would be blocked, as his eyes widened.

"Even though you held back, I didn’t think it would be stopped."

"Excuses?"

"Ha ha ha! Ah! Feels good! Finally seeing some worth following that old man!"

With Rasha ramping up the energy, the Church knights raised their weapons too.

Damn. With this, I can’t just quietly follow along.

‘Really annoying kids.’

<And they’re good kids too.>

I stagger as I raise my shield. After resting, I feel a bit better. I can handle these self-righteous little knight wannabes.

<Because of what Agra did, the balance has shattered. If we stall, Erginus will come.>

‘Why does he always arrive one step too late? Is losing his girlfriend not enough?!’

<Tell him yourself. He'll like it.>

With a light laugh, I step forward, and a divine power poured into my body.

It wasn’t from Feibi, nor the Pope, but a warm divine power.

Pff! Hahaha!

What’s this? Did my insults towards that loser wizard hurt?

"Hey, little assholes♡"

For now, I’ll just say thank you.

"Are you ready to become the enemy of that pathetic god?♡"

Armadium.