Chapter: 499
Joy stood in front of Erginius’s magic circle, keeping herself composed as she analyzed the magic circle.
This is related to the magic circle. This part involves magic related to the Academy.
And this is…
Ah.
I’ve found it.
The origin of the magic circle.
The great magic that exists at the very bottom.
For now, the condition of the magic circle itself is quite good.
Even after hundreds of years, the magic circle created with immense effort by the great wizard Erginius still maintained its form.
There were some cracks in a few places, but they weren’t at a level that made repairs impossible.
At this rate, it shouldn’t take too long to repair the barrier.
It wouldn’t take long to find a way to counter the Power of the Void…
No! No! Joy! Don’t be so sure.
Don’t think you’ve succeeded.
Don’t be relieved.
Doubt yourself until everything is over!
You are a risky individual who could mess up at any moment!
Joy knew very well how foolish she was, recognized by not only Lucy and Arthur but even Phoebe.
So, she repeatedly warned herself not to feel at ease and proceeded with the repairs to the magic circle.
While Joy was sweating and working on the magic circle, on the other side, a fierce standoff was taking place between the Followers of the Void and the Sword Saint.
The Sword Saint cut down anyone who showed even the slightest sign of approaching the Divine Realm, while the Followers of the Void tried various means to step within the Divine Realm and taint its warmth.
Clearly, the advantageous side was the Sword Saint Yuden.
Her sword possessed a sharpness that suited the phrase “light speed” better than any other sword.
Just being able to deal with her sword was enough to be acknowledged as a strong person.
What could the Followers of the Void do as her sword continuously flew towards them?
At least the Apostle of the Void was shifting shapes to counter Yuden’s sword, but even that Apostle had barely any meaningful impact on the Divine Realm.
In the end, there was only one thing the Followers of the Void could do.
They could only pray that Phoebe’s grinning smile from behind wasn’t a bluff.
The Apostle of the Void, aware that the situation was not good, scowled, but there was nothing they could do to change the current disadvantage.
What should they do? How could they resolve this situation?
Oh great God of the Void. Please restore the world to its pure state.
Bestow upon this insufficient god the teachings that I may fulfill your will. Share your wisdom with me.
This little lamb is praying earnestly.
Please grant this inadequate little lamb the strength to unfold your will!
“Oh, God of the Void!”
The change was instantaneous.
The world was dyed with a pitch-black darkness that could not see an inch ahead.
Another energy was layered over the Power of the Void that surrounded them.
Moans of someone in pain. Shouts of someone filled with rage. The sobs of someone grieving. The insane laughter of someone gone mad.
Sound.
Sound.
A voice that couldn’t be more ominous.
It overwhelmed and crushed everything in the world.
Phoebe realized whose work this was.
Joy also felt déjà vu from the surrounding scenery.
The two who had witnessed the miracles performed by Lucy could not help but be familiar with this phenomenon.
For good reason.
The energy that occupies this place belongs to someone who hates the Lord more than anyone existing in this world.
An individual who wishes to harm someone cherished by the Lord more than anyone remaining in this world.
“…Joy! Is the repair of the magic circle not yet done!?”
“Just give me a little more time!”
The word “a little” made cold sweat trickle down Phoebe’s forehead.
As the environment changed, the pressure on the realm grew much stronger.
It was at a level beyond comparison to before.
This is Evil God Agra.
The being who led this land to destruction and is a foe of the Lord; someone I will have to face beside the Young Lady someday.
Cracks began to appear in Phoebe’s Divine Realm.
The burden of Evil God’s energy was significant, causing blood to trickle from the corner of Phoebe’s mouth.
Struggling to endure the pain, her hands trembled, and the face that was once filled with vitality turned pale.
Yet, a soft smile remained on Phoebe’s lips.
After all, this is a being she would eventually have to face.
If she is to protect the Young Lady, the Apostle of the Lord, then she cannot take a step back here.
If someone with the title of Saintess flees in fear, who will step forward?
“A little more. Alright. Let’s see how this goes.”
The Young Lady entrusted this mission to us, to me. How could I fail to meet that expectation?
Just as Phoebe clenched her teeth and was about to take a step forward, Sword Saint Yuden stepped out of the area of the divine.
“Sword Saint!”
“Stay inside. Saintess. I think I’ll have to take a turn.”
“Eh? That’s… ah.”
Before long, Phoebe followed Yuden’s gaze.
Out from the darkness settling over the earth, something powerful approached them.
*
Lina was too busy spreading her mist around to notice anything else.
While she had brought a semblance of her true power, her current body was still just a clone.
Her abilities had limitations. Still, Lina refused to stop moving the mist.
If the mist she spread within the Academy dissipated, innocent victims might arise.
“Ugh! Damn it! You knight! Jump more steadily!”
Focusing all her thoughts on handling her mist, Lina urged Karl, who was carrying her.
“I’m sorry! But please understand! Right now the surroundings are—damn it! Erin!”
“Go to the right!”
It hadn’t been long since the urgency of the situation escalated. Until then, everything had been going smoothly.
Karl was single-handedly smashing golems, proving how he became Allen’s knight, while Lina and Erin leisurely watched.
The situation took a turn when darkness suddenly descended.
As another energy enveloped the Power of the Void, the golems became incomparably stronger, and the Followers of the Void gained tremendous power at the cost of their sanity.
Karl could handle one or two of the strengthened enemies on his own, but with the number reaching dozens, even he had his limits.
He shouted that he would risk his life to realize the Young Lady’s plan, but when Erin said, “What would happen if you died?” he ultimately opted to flee.
Meanwhile, Lina spread her power to gather those who were sleeping within the Academy to safe places.
If even a single victim arose from this, she knew what would happen to Lucy, the child she cared for.
Even if she pretended to be strong on the outside, if that fragile little girl found out that someone died because of her…
No. She had to prevent that.
“AAAH! I feel like I’m losing my mind! If that’s the case, I should have brought all of the main body’s power with me!”
As Lina grumbled due to the limits of her clone, Karl managed to get outside the building.
And then he saw…
“…Lady Lina.”
“What is it?! I feel like I’m about to go insane! If it’s not something important! …What’s that?”
A gigantic entity moving in the darkness.
*
“Damn it! It looks like the employer’s plans have gone awry!?”
“I agree. The Young Lady wouldn’t plan based on the sacrifices of others.”
Suddenly, the power of the Followers of the Void strengthened, and Karia and Prete, who had come to support the priests of Jushin Church, were convinced that things were heading in a bad direction.
Lucy was undoubtedly a rude and detestable little brat, but she was neither evil nor cold.
In fact, she might be fragile enough to not be able to bear others’ deaths.
“Prete! Hold out for a bit!”
“Please take care of the Young Lady!”
Without needing a lengthy explanation, Prete, understanding Karia’s intent, cleared a path for her using her fist.
As Karia stepped into the area tainted by darkness, she frowned at the unsettling energy residing there, then chuckled as she caught sight of a moving object in the distance.
“…Ah. Damn it. Why does it have to be that?”
The massive wings moving in the pitch-black world stirred up Karia’s unpleasant memories.
*
A terrifying, ominous, and disgusting energy filled the underground.
Adrizzle, taken aback as he lost control, looked at the Followers of the Void attacking his former comrades.
And Luka, his white irises turned black.
It was the first time witnessing such a situation, but it was not difficult to surmise what had occurred.
[Agra is looking at you.]
In my line of sight was a spear that clearly contained the provocation of the one responsible for this situation.
Agra! You son of a…
Is it you again?!
Were you just waiting for the opportunity to butt in the moment you saw a chance!?
You pathetic, petty little brat!
Is that why God is getting trashed by a Pervert God like you!?
“Lady Allen.”
As I poured out my complaints toward Agra, I listened to Luka’s now dulled voice and turned to his face.
He wore a sinister grin on his lips.
“It seems I have become your trial.”
The enormous black greatsword that appeared in his hand flickered with a nauseating color.
“I guess I have to do my best.”
My senses are screaming at me.
I should not accept that greatsword easily.
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