Chapter: 100
“Ugh.”
If I were to describe my first experience with the Translocation Technique, I’d say I’d rather take a carriage.
It takes a long time, is uncomfortable, and makes me feel nauseous, but it’s still bearable.
Now that my body has become relatively stronger, it’s not as torturous as the first time.
The Translocation Technique is on a whole different level.
It’s like compressing a whole month of agony from a carriage ride into an instant, making it easy to prove to others what I’ve eaten today.
This isn’t a means of travel; it’s torture.
After reminiscing about my college days for a while, I finally lifted my head and decided I would never use the Translocation Technique again.
If I had to go through that again, I’d choose to take a carriage, even if it took forever.
If that’s not possible, I’d rather walk.
I don’t want to relive this horrifying experience.
[But young lady, you’ll have to use that magic to get back anyway, right?]
Grandpa, come on.
I’m trying hard to deny reality, and then you say something like that?!
“Are you alright? Young lady?”
‘Yeah. What about you?’
“Right. How’s our Sloppy one?”
“It’s nothing to worry about.”
Looking at Karl, who smiled as if it was no big deal, I couldn’t help but feel he was incredibly strong.
I envy him.
If I keep training, can I endure this pain too?
‘Knights are amazing.’
“Our Sloppy one is probably doing just fine thanks to his muscle brain. Impressive.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
Regaining my senses, I followed Alsatine’s guidance to the Newman Family building.
“Welcome, Lady Allen.”
As I arrived at the family mansion, the butler of the Newman Family greeted me as if he had been waiting.
Wasn’t he the one who used to impersonate Kurze Newman?
“Please come in. The lord is waiting for you.”
‘Okay. I got it.’
“Got it, gloomy butler.”
I just want to go inside and sit down.
Even during the toughest training, I’ve never felt this exhausted.
When I get back to the dorm, I’ll collapse onto my bed and close my eyes.
I think I can finally get a good night’s sleep today.
“Before that, could you please hand me your weapons and shield?”
‘I’d rather not.’
“Gloomy butler, what are you planning to do by taking away my weapon? Just thinking about it gives me the creeps, you know?”
If I were in a place where I felt safe, it might be different.
But I don’t want to let go of my mace and shield in a place where I still have no certainty.
Not a chance.
“You don’t need to worry. We’re just being a little cautious.”
“I said I didn’t want to! ♡ I don’t know what kind of perverted desires you have for my weapon, but no thank you, ♡ it sounds like a weird smell would come out of it! ♡”
At my words, the butler’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
Looks like he’s still a person after all.
His expression management isn’t always perfect.
Why is he trying to take my weapon away anyway?
Don’t even think about taking Grandpa away from me, you smelly old man.
I’m sorry, but I’m not into BL or NTR, you know?
What if something unexpected happens and I die because Grandpa’s not around? Huh?
“Lady.”
“Enough.”
Just as the butler was about to say something more, Kurze Newman appeared from behind.
“Lady Allen. I will personally escort you.”
‘Okay. Thank you.’
“Let’s do this, you little shrimp lord.”
I passed by the bowing butler and entered the family grounds.
Kurze Newman explained the process of getting the healing medicine while guiding me.
Apparently, as I had said, there really was a potion containing the Miracle of Healing at that place.
At first, I was skeptical, but thanks to the Emotions Specialist informing me, I found out it was the real deal.
“It was truly amazing. It’s clear that Lady Allen has received the blessing of the gods.”
In Kurze’s voice while saying this, there was an unusual excitement, unlike his usual demeanor.
Is he that happy to be able to heal his son?
This man is quite the doting parent too; I wonder if he could have a good competition with Benedict in that regard?
But it wouldn’t be fair.
He would need more severe words than just “daddy’s little girl” for that man.
“To be honest, there was no need to call you Lady, but I mentioned it just in case. I was worried that the vague contents of the oath might cause trouble for Lady Allen.”
Kurze said he was concerned about me, but I knew that was a lie.
He’s definitely not the type to worry about anyone other than his blood.
There’s got to be something in it for him.
Just thinking about it shows that he might want to pass on Agra’s Curse to me.
Since there’s also a benefit for me, I’ll go along with it, but I’m curious.
What on earth is Kurze after?
“This is the room. Please go in.”
The door opened, and I saw a child lying on the bed.
His long black hair, which looked like it hadn’t been cut in ages, fell over his shoulders.
His skin, naturally pale from not seeing the light for a long time.
A body that’s somewhat small for a boy.
Chester Newman.
I don’t usually dislike many characters in Soul Academy, but he’s the exception.
I hate Chester.
Why? Because that little brat is a brat.
Back when I first joined Soul Academy, he was an unknown character.
If I couldn’t cast Agra’s Curse to torment him before he started his second year, he would die without a trace.
I was the first to discover that Chester Newman could become an NPC in the Academy.
At that time, I was so engrossed in playing Soul Academy that I was shortening my lifespan, and by chance, I stumbled upon the conditions for him to enter the Academy.
I was thrilled to have uncovered a hidden element that others didn’t know about, and I immediately decided to target Chester Newman.
And in the end, I discovered that hidden twist.
The brat wasn’t a girl in disguise but just a spoiled brat.
You have no idea how shocked I was at that moment.
The illustrations were nice, the personality good, and the character specs decent, so I thought he was worthy of affection like Joy, yet I got blindsided.
No wonder I didn’t even touch him after clearing the achievements despite him being an effective character.
He does look nice even in reality.
It’s not his fault he looks feminine, but speaking from the position of someone who’s had their heart broken, it’s truly detestable.
“Father. Who is this?”
“This is Lucy from the Allen Family. She is the one who will heal your ailment.”
“Is that so?”
Chester replied with a resigned smile and lowered his head upon seeing me.
He doesn’t expect to be healed at all, huh?
Seeing that makes me feel a bit sorry for him.
I handed Chester the potion I had received from Kurze Newman on the way here.
“What’s this?”
‘Drink it.’
“Is this a healing potion? Hahaha. If this one thing can heal me…”
‘Will you let me know after you drink it?’
“Stop talking and drink it. Why is such a sloppy little brat talking so much?”
Even though he’s getting healed, I can’t believe how chatty he is.
If he keeps talking, should I provoke him and shove it down his throat?
I was thinking that, but thankfully, I didn’t have to use my Mesugaki Skill.
He opened the potion’s cap and gulped it down.
Despite the potion not being plentiful, it seems like it was a struggle for him to drink it all at once, pausing a few times, but he ultimately managed to consume it.
“See? Nothing’s really ch— Huh?”
As Chester Newman opened his eyes wide, several message windows appeared before me.
The first one was not from our Sloppy God.
[Agra is glaring at you.]
It’s like he didn’t glare at me before.
You’re staring at me while we meet.
I think about how I could possibly get you to like me every time I enter a dungeon.
If our god is a sloppy incompetent, then you’re pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic Evil God.
Then the next message that popped up was from Armadi.
How is it that our god reacted later than the Evil God?
I really don’t understand.
You’re just a perverted bastard thinking about how to bully me while staring at me.
You’re less capable than an evil god, but at least show some diligence.
I have a lot to say, but I’ll let it slide because I don’t know what you’ll do if I push you further.
I’m not being salty… right?
If you get mad just for a little grumbling, you’ll end up being just as pathetic as that evil god.
Carefully, I checked the message sent by Armadi.
[Armadi is watching you with satisfaction.]
Right? I did well, didn’t I?
I made your enemy eat dirt!
So give me something good! Something good!
[The function of Ruel’s Mace is opening up.]
[The mace will now contain divinity. This function will heighten as the user’s divinity increases.]
Divine bonus damage?!
No way! This is really amazing!
Hold on, it usually takes level 60 to unlock this special function for Ruel’s Mace, and they’re giving it to me now?!
Wow! I’ve been struggling with not enough damage, and this will solve that!
Being able to imbue divinity into Ruel’s Mace not only increases basic damage but also grants me a type advantage over the Evil Gods and their associates I’ll be facing in the future.
Nakrad. Just you wait.
I’m coming to smash your head in after training hard.
Apostle of Evil God? With a mace imbued with divinity, you won’t stand a chance!
This alone would be enough to satisfy me, but there were still more message windows.
Oh my god. Why is Lord Armadi so generous?
Is there really anything left to gain?
Our God has gone crazy!
Bartender! Shot on the house!
[The ‘Log’ function is opening up.]
Log?
Is it the log you use when talking about the unholy?
But then, how can I be opening up a function?
So that means the only thing left is…
No way.
I activated the log function as if opening the quest window.
Then, a blue window appeared before me.
It displayed all the conversations I had exchanged with Chester and the contents of the messages sent by Armadi and Agra.
Ah. This log.
I thought Lord Armadi was just generously showering me with rewards, but he’s actually managing this delicately.
Well, it would go wrong if he rewarded too much at once.
He surely has wisdom.
It’s not that I’m scared of retribution, but I’m just surprised by the amazing wisdom of Lord Armadi.
I should be happy just to have gained the divine bonus damage, but why does it feel so ambiguous?
I’d rather you not give it to me… no. Never mind.
It’s nothing at all.
As I lowered the log window, I saw Chester get up from the bed, curiously inspecting his body.
“Chester. How do you feel? Are you alright?”
“…It’s amazing. My body feels strangely light.”
“Ohh, what a miracle!”
Watching Kurze tightly embrace his son, I thought that even a cold nobleman in the Underworld is eventually a father.
In the past, I might have thought I was envious, but now I have someone who will do the same for me.
For now, I might as well give them space for their touching reunion.
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