Chapter: 513
Turning my back to the piercing gazes of those around me, I felt cold sweat trickling down my spine.
Ugh. The stares of everyone are burning me. Those looks, like they’re asking who that crazy lady is, really sting.
[Haven’t you gotten used to this by now?]
‘I thought so too, but it’s not that easy, you know.’
[Then you shouldn’t have provoked the First Queen.]
‘…I couldn’t help it. The vibe she gave off felt like she was ready to eat someone alive.’
If she had just casually asked about me, I would have waited patiently until she left.
But the aura coming from the First Queen was anything but casual.
Her overwhelming presence was enough to make my skin crawl, so much so that even knowing what future awaited me, I still felt compelled to step forward.
This must be why Frey jumped in front of Arthur. She’s like a wild beast with an instinctual vibe.
Sigh. Seriously, what was that First Queen doing, trying to gobble up Arthur?
She who had always treated Arthur like a joke suddenly changed her attitude—what could have triggered that?
Arthur has changed a lot compared to how he was depicted in the story…
Has he changed?
When I compare the Arthur from the game with the Arthur now…
Um. Hmm. He has changed. I must’ve really pushed him hard.
If game Arthur had stat levels like now, wouldn’t he have been declared a cheat compared to Faibi?
No, nope. If I’m thinking like that, then Faibi’s stats now should count too.
Frey and Joy are the same. They’ve grown so much that comparing them to the game feels inappropriate; they’re all basically cheat characters based on game standards.
Oh? So when comparing to the game, does that mean I’m the only one getting weakened?
Am I the one who looks the lamest compared to everyone else?
“Lucy Alrn. Is it time for you to explain the situation?”
Having faced the shocking truth, I turned my gaze toward Arthur while furrowing my brows.
“Uh, sorry. Should I have kept my mouth shut?”
“For one born of royal blood, it’s quite unrefined to use such vulgar language. You don’t need to expose your ineptitude; it’s already apparent that the prince is pathetic.”
“…Well, it’s a bit strange for you to lecture me on refinement, don’t you think?”
“Unlike you, cursed with that ugly temper, my cuteness is dignified in itself. Don’t you understand that?”
I may have sparked the cries of various grad students as I stepped into the lab building that was echoing with their screams.
“Is this place? Are we heading underground again?”
“Yes! Because of one incompetent loser who can’t do his job, we’re stuck dealing with all this trouble.”
“Not sure who you’re talking about, but they’re truly a nuisance.”
“Look at you making wise remarks, not bad for a fool of a knight?”
“Did I say something nice?”
As Frey bounced around, the party responsible for the chaos was shaking with red cheeks and trembling hands.
I figured with just a bit more poking, he’d explode, but let’s keep it moderate.
Getting my frustration out on Arthur won’t change the fact that I’m a loser.
Once again stepping underground, I caught the foul stench of the Evil God in the air and grimaced.
Agra, you filthy piece of work. If you’ve been thoroughly beaten, you should just bury your head and gather strength, not claw at your last straws down here.
What difference would it make? You’d just lose to me again, right?
It seems like the theory of Agra being a masochistic pervert is gaining more credibility.
He can’t be doing all this foolishness unless he’s into some twisted form of discipline, right?
– Welcome! Oh, little brat! It’s the first time I feel this glad to see your face!
As I was thinking that there weren’t any decent beings, a door burst open and Adri appeared.
“What’s this? Old hag, were you crying for being too lonely?”
– Don’t play dumb! You must be feeling the underground’s temperature right about now!
Adri grumbled about how the power of the Evil God had taken command of the spirits thanks to the harsh environment of the underground.
“Can’t you handle some struggling loser wriggling on the ground? Have you lost your marbles, old hag?”
– What am I supposed to do about it? The Evil God’s authority is hard for me to counter!
Leaving Adri’s irritation behind, I sensed the energy of the spirits scattered throughout the underground.
Sigh. Another dungeon?
If he’s going to be struggling with so little power, at least do something plausible.
Creating such pathetic traps will only waste time anyway.
“Old hag. I’ll be hanging out in that worn-out mansion that suits you.”
– Huh? Why? What for?
“If you want to get cleaned up with other spirits, just stay there.”
– I’ll disappear quickly!
Watching Adri’s back as he hurriedly scuttled away, I turned my gaze back to Arthur with a sigh.
Arthur seemed to pick up on my intentions and created a passage toward where the magic circle was.
Having a shortcut is really convenient for times like this.
Reaching the room of the magic circle, I crossed my arms while observing the black light seeping from the circle.
Hmm. With this, it doesn’t seem like I need to perform any miracles.
There’s no reason to waste sacred energy against that pathetic pervert Agra.
I could just use some suitable holy magic for purification.
“Hm. Inside must be in a worse state.”
As Arthur muttered to himself, I turned my head curious about what was happening, finding him nervously giving excuses.
“It’s not like I have a problem with my mind! The thing in this magic circle just talked to me and explained the situation!”
“I didn’t say a word. I was just terrified of being slandered. Scaredy-cat Prince?”
“…Cough. Anyway.”
“Not like a child flinching at the scolding of their mother. Puhaha! How pitiful.”
“Anyways!”
Although I’m not sure what exactly the presence in the magic circle is, Arthur’s explanation suggests that much of what’s under this circle is being eaten away by Agra.
So is it because of what the Void Evil God just caused that the seal is getting tarnished?
Sigh. I guess I have no choice but to invoke the miracle of purification then. It could be a waste, but it’s better than not resolving the problem.
Thinking that, I took a deep breath and prepared to recite the prayer for purification.
“O great deity who resides higher than the sun.”
Though surprised at my voice flowing out without my consent, my body took the position for the prayer on its own.
“You are the kindest being, spreading vitality throughout the world with your warm warmth.”
What’s this? What’s this?! Why is my speech coming out pristine?!
If the pathetic god were forcing me, there’s no way my tone would be perfect!
He wouldn’t allow that pervert to forbid me from doing this!!
“Now here, is there anyone who doesn’t feel your light? There are those who refuse warmth and wish to stain the world black. Shine your light upon them. Embrace them with your warmth. Bring brightness to them.”
Whether I panicked or not, my body continued rambling and the divine energy within me spread out.
The dark scenery of the underground was illuminated with the deity’s holiness.
*
“It’s quite the racket since morning.”
Completing his preparations, the blacksmith Inuki frowned at the chaos across Soul Academy.
“I’ve heard the people talking; it seems like the followers of the Evil God raided the academy. And it looks like the saint and the Sword Saint resolved the situation together.”
“Hm. If I had known this would happen, I might have lingered around a bit longer.”
With this street being so chaotic, meeting a child of the Alrn family won’t be easy.
Until things settle, outsiders might not even be allowed into the academy, this is troublesome.
Should I get a nearby inn and patiently wait then?
Or maybe I could visit that old seamstress and reminisce about old favors.
As Inuki was contemplating various ideas, he suddenly turned his head towards the Soul Academy, feeling a trace of divine presence.
“Master? What’s wrong?”
“Disciple.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t take your eyes off Soul Academy from now on.”
“…Yes?”
“What unfolds before you now will be a sight you’ll remember for a lifetime.”
The disciple didn’t understand what Inuki meant, but did as he was told and focused on Soul Academy.
Moments later, a massive light rose from the center of Soul Academy.
Warm, like the sun hanging in the sky. Cozy as a mother’s embrace. A radiant light that could erase even the worries etched in the heart.
The disciple, unable to believe that such a sight was reality, stood dumbfounded, eventually feeling the tears streaming down his face.
“M-Master. What is that?”
“It’s a miracle. Someone at the academy has performed a miracle.”
“A miracle…?”
That warm light surely belongs to the deity. Does that mean the saint over there is performing something that could indeed be called a miracle?
“Indeed. She’s certainly someone who deserves to be called the saint of the Deity Church.”
“No.”
“What do you mean?”
“The one who performed that miracle isn’t the saint of the Deity Church.”
At his master’s firm words, the disciple blinked in confusion.
Are you saying that the saint didn’t create that warm light? Then who else could produce such brilliance?
Noticing the disciple’s bewilderment, Inuki just smiled and didn’t elaborate any further.
“Time is too precious to dawdle. Now, let’s go. Disciple. We’re going to meet the source of that light.”
“Yes? Master, they said we can’t enter the academy… Master? Master?”
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