Chapter: 444
As Phoebe shook off the Evil God’s Energy from the two forest owners, I shared with my friends why I was here.
“An incompetent Shoddy God begged me to help, and it seemed like a stretch for you sloppy folks. So, I called over the perverts who are itching to be stepped on.”
I came here because the Lord Jushin personally provided a Revelation.
However, I kept the details hidden out of fear that things might get dangerous.
That said, I didn’t just throw myself into danger; I brought people who could help.
Listening to what was translated thanks to the Mesugaki Skill, I found it was losing its persuasiveness.
Could someone who insults the God with the highest authority as an incompetent Shoddy God really have received a Revelation?
Even I would think a crazy girl was talking nonsense!
“A Revelation, huh.”
“It would’ve been nice if you had mentioned that earlier.”
But the reactions from my friends were completely opposite to what I expected. They didn’t question the fact that I had received a Revelation at all.
I tilted my head in confusion over their cool reaction, and Joy let out a heh.
“The Young Lady is a Holy Knight recognized by Phoebe, right? What’s so strange about receiving a Revelation?”
Is that so? I mean, true, but…
“The Lord Jushin didn’t choose you as an Apostle either. Getting a Revelation seems entirely possible.”
“Right. The Lord Jushin is someone who doesn’t discriminate.”
…Er. Hmm. I suppose it’s true that I am an Apostle of the Pervert God.
Ugh. I don’t even care anymore.
If it doesn’t need any persuasion, that’s a win for me.
“Hey, Young Lady.”
“…What is it, you fool?”
“Weren’t you scared?”
Pfft “Do you think I’d be scared of such sloppy trash? They’re basically nothing!”
“Is this Revelation not a one-time thing?”
“I thought it wouldn’t be, but there have been even more dangerous situations than this.”
“That’s unfair. I like danger too!”
My friends looked at me with mixed expressions of concern, sympathy, and slight anger. Their faces made my heart itch.
“Guys.”
Unsure how to respond, as I was pouting my lips, the Perverted Apostle jumped in.
“Don’t worry. Lady Allen is far stronger than you think.”
“Have you worked with her before, Prete?”
Joy asked politely at the Perverted Apostle’s words, and the Apostle nodded with a smile.
“More accurately, I received unilateral assistance. If Lady Allen hadn’t saved me, I wouldn’t be standing here.”
As the Perverted Apostle, who has a significant public reputation, expressed heartfelt gratitude, admiration mixed into my friends’ gazes.
Unable to endure any longer, I fled from their stares, using the excuse of needing to help Phoebe.
“I’ll accept your feelings. Young Lady. We’re almost done here.”
Once Phoebe began the healing, it wasn’t long before the two forest owners were regaining their original shapes.
This was looking almost like what we had seen through the monitor.
Was it because she had become a true Saintess that she was growing so rapidly?
While pondering this in admiration, Phoebe beamed a bashful smile.
“The reason it was easy to heal these two was also thanks to you, Young Lady. Your Divine magic during the battle significantly weakened the Evil God’s power.”
…Hmm. But still, isn’t that quite impressive? If I had tried to heal those two, they wouldn’t have looked so intact!
[Shouldn't I be worried if their forms remain intact? ]
‘Is it really that inconceivable?! Is being the Apostle of God just a facade?!’
It’s true that I’m less skilled at manipulating the Divine than Phoebe, but I could still overpower just about any common clergy!
I was getting annoyed by Grandpa’s teasing when Phoebe announced she was finished.
[Your friends were right. They will wake up after some rest.]
Hearing Grandpa’s affirmation, I grabbed the bear’s legs and pulled.
The bear’s bulk carried considerable weight, but it wasn’t to the point I couldn’t move it at all.
Thinking back to all the grueling training I did with the Allen Knights, this was a piece of cake.
After telling others to bring some wood and stepping outside the dungeon, a thick scent of blood wafted into my nostrils.
“Welcome back, Young Lady. I’ve finished the tasks you ordered.”
– The knight is correct. There are no remaining practitioners of black magic in this area.
Before Karl could even boast, Adri, who had been behind him, corroborated.
As I looked around after hearing their conversation, I noticed the Sloppy Fox puffing on some incense and Myrrh anxiously tapping their arms. And Visi’s face was pale.
Visi, who looked like she was about to throw up any second, indicated that what happened in the forest was anything but trivial.
“…Oh my! Helling! Are you okay?!”
“Woof! Are your ears and eyes just decorations? Where’s there to worry about this bear?!”
“Thank you so much! Lady Allen! I regretted harboring doubts when you entered the dungeon! How can I ever repay this grace!”
“Isn’t it too early to celebrate? Woof?!”
“…Huh?”
“There’s one more behind.”
Before I could say anything with a grin, a giant tree stepped out from the door of the dungeon.
Myrrh, staring in bewilderment, soon had tears welling in his eyes.
*
Visi was experiencing firsthand what the words “suffocating in real-time” meant.
“So, Lady Allen must have asked for help obediently, right?”
“Well, um, if we can call it help, it was more like an order from my side.”
“She really must have some abilities that Lucy Allen desperately wanted. Lucky you.”
“My abilities aren’t that great; it’s just that.”
“Strange. You seem weak. Where are you strong? Can I find out if we spar?”
“…Please, help me.”
Just moments before, Lucy’s friends, who had come out of the dungeon with her, revealed their slightly sharp tone when they realized that Visi had been chosen by Lucy over them.
They weren’t exactly good-natured folks, so their words held both mockery and half-seriousness, but that alone was like torture for Visi.
To her, who belonged to an unnamed noblehouse, the jokes of princes, ducal young ladies, and countess young ladies felt like stones thrown at a frog.
Better to have fought black magicians in the forest. At least back then, her heart was at ease, even if her stomach was uneasy!
“Everyone. Visi is struggling.”
Phoebe intervened in the middle, trying to calm others, but Visi’s heart grew even heavier in front of Phoebe’s smile.
For Visi, a practitioner of black magic, Phoebe felt like a reaper who existed in reality.
The moment this person spoke, not only I but even my family could be in big trouble!
My disguise… My disguise hurts.
It feels like I’ve got a hole in my stomach!
As Visi felt her lifespan dwindling, Lucy stood in the center of the forest.
She insisted there was still something left to do in the woods.
“That brute bear let the shady ones have their way, and now this entire forest is filled with disgusting energy. If we leave it like this, there won’t be any butterflies, let alone those old hags around here!”
As Lucy pointed to Adri, Myrrh nodded. He had seen how polluted the forest was while dealing with the remaining black magicians.
If left alone, rather than the forest reborn around its owners, it was more likely that the owners would lose their powers.
“What should we do?”
Myrrh asked Lucy in a serious tone.
She had performed countless miracles up to this point.
Myrrh had witnessed her effortlessly accomplishing various feats that he thought impossible.
Having reached peak confidence after saving the two forest owners, Myrrh was ready to listen to whatever Lucy said.
Facing Myrrh’s earnest gaze, Lucy chuckled, extending one hand forward.
Confused by the meaning, Myrrh tilted his head, and Lucy lightly clicked her tongue.
“This is why poor, low-class mutts are troublesome. When someone extends a hand, doesn’t it make sense to raise yours? How were you educated?”
Though Myrrh’s eyes trembled at the notion of throwing away his pride as a wolf, he bit his lip and shakily extended his hand forward.
Yet, his hand never reached Lucy.
The moment he reached out, Lucy withdrew her hand with a chuckle.
“What’s with that face? There’s no way I’d accept a mutt’s hand, right? There are levels to this, you know?”
“…Uh.”
“Pfft Don’t worry. Seeing your pathetic pride has made me chuckle. I’ll help you specially.”
As Myrrh’s face turned crimson and his lips pouted, Lucy stood in the center of the forest. Taking a deep breath while surveying the scenery, she placed her hands neatly on her chest.
Suddenly, light began to bloom around her.
“Hey, Sloppy God. Are you watching? I bet you want to sniff my sweat, you pedo!”
Her tone was irreverent and ominous, with a mischievous laugh that lacked any sort of sanctity.
“I’ll endure your perverted antics a little, so hand over the Divine! You’ve got some sort of conscience, right? After all, you’re still a God.”
Even though her tone was close to an insult rather than a prayer, the divine energy radiating from her only intensified.
“Ugh. What a real pervert!”
With that disparagement mixed with a laugh, her eyes closed, etching the Divine into the lifeless earth below.
A miracle from the God was poised to rise, centered around Lucy Allen, the girl!
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