〈 272화 〉 266화 – Reverse Shit Show
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After that, things went smoothly.
“There are 40 erotic novels from the academy! This clearly indicates a certain lustful intent!”
“I object! There are about 220 erotic novels related to Nopia, but that’s not even a fifth of what you claimed!”
“D-Damn!”
[Isn’t it over 250?］
‘Excluding TS, of course.’
[Ah.］
The archbishop keeps raising objections somehow.
“Here, even the saintess could be a rampant slut ruling over the academy on Earth!”
“Quick Attack objection! I’ll prove that Caressy is a virgin before that sword!”
“What the hell are you babbling about, you dog bastard!!!!”
With thorough counterarguments, that flimsy opinion crumbled.
Caressy gave me a good smack and then put on a totally rotten expression to prove her virginity.
“I have never been in a relationship!”
Despite Caressy’s shockingly assertive claim, the sword in the center didn’t move an inch.
But that was a bit lacking.
“Back, mouth, hands?!”
“F*CK!!!!!”
In the end, Caressy trembled and perfectly proved her virginity.
Of course, considering the erotic novels she’s seen, the emotional part doesn’t count, but we can overlook that much.
I spread my arms, turned my gaze to everyone and opened my mouth.
“Did you all see that? This is undeniable proof, isn’t it?”
“I’m going to kill you…”
[Isn’t this fucking sexual harassment!!!］
‘Ah, let’s win first and think later.’
Then the archbishop put forth a forced argument with a crumbling expression.
“Currently, in the Beastman Kingdom, only love between men is considered genuine pure love! Love between men and women is simply heretical!”
“I’ll bet! That’s just because there are lots of gay bastards, in reality, love between men and women is normal!”
The archbishop began to rage at my words.
“Stop talking nonsense! Don’t you know that the vast majority of the Beastman Kingdom supports love between men?”
“I’ll bet again! If that’s true, then the greatest leader voted by Asians would be that Xi Jinping bastard!”
The archbishop was momentarily at a loss for words as I pointed and growled.
“Are you really supporting One China here?”
“…I apologize. I’ll retract my statement.”
“Archbishop, please be more careful in your statements.”
Even the archbishop had no choice but to retract his comment about China.
The pope giving a warning was just an added touch.
This is definitely a perfect statement that can be applied to Star1 as well.
In Star1, the overpowered race is the Protoss.
The Protoss have so many users that the Terrans are always slandered.
Nothing could be more unjust than this.
[That’s because your hands are idiotic, so you can’t play Terran!］
‘Anyway, f*cking scumbag.’
In any case, the opposing side had not made any further claims.
Having waited for some time, when no claims were raised,
the pope solemnly began to speak.
“Based on the content so far, the manuscript’s claims seem somewhat lacking in evidence.”
“……”
“Do you acknowledge this?”
The opposing side maintained silence.
That meant they had no further words to say.
It also implied that we had won the trial.
Just as the pope was about to pass judgment.
“If there are no further claims, I will rule that Caressy retains her status as saintess. Is there any objection?”
“Please wait a moment, Your Honor!”
The archbishop spoke up.
“Go ahead.”
“We need a verification of the defender!”
After failing to attack Caressy, the archbishop shifted targets to me.
However, judging by the claims he had raised until now, I could dismantle them endlessly.
They were just that flimsy.
No problem here.
“What kind of verification are you talking about? The defender is already more than qualified.”
“Is the author really a Wolf Beastman?”
This was a problem.
“Looking at you now, you are very close to being human! I can’t believe a human is here in the realm of inviolable humans!”
“But just a moment ago, didn’t the Motherless Church state they would accept anyone as the defender?”
At this point, the pope pointed out the obvious fact.
“But you said to treat stocks as money you can afford to lose, you didn’t actually mean to lose real money!”
“……I acknowledge your statement.”
“It’s the same now!”
‘Pope, this bastard blew it with stocks.’
[……It’s amazing that this guy is at least a human being.］
This flow was somewhat unfavorable.
Even the pope couldn’t clearly state I was a Wolf Beastman after that statement.
After all, there was a sword in the center to judge the truth.
“So what does the archbishop want?”
“Just one thing! I want proof that the author is a pure Wolf Beastman!”
Immediately, the archbishop distorted his face while pointing at me.
“You better quickly prove that you’re a pure Wolf Beastman!”
“This is just too ugly, you scumbag.”
“Hurry up!”
[What am I supposed to do?］
‘I have no choice.’
Without a perfect judgment, the controversy over Caressy’s saintly qualities could persist indefinitely.
One person can never gain the support of everyone, and someone might nitpick at that.
In that case, it’s better to settle it clearly through judgment here.
“Hurry up and prove it!!!”
“I’ll do it, you f*cking bastard.”
From now on, I’ll be throwing down the gauntlet.
As everyone held their breath waiting for what I’d say.
Whether it works or not, it was time to just shout it out, so I did.
“I am a dog bastard!!!”
After that declaration, I prepared for the sword to fly at me.
That would be a perfect lie.
However, the sword didn’t budge.
‘No, f*ck. Why isn’t it reacting?’
[That’s true, isn’t it?］
‘I’m really getting hit here.’
Watching that, Caressy came close to me and started laughing.
“Nya hahaha! You really are a dog bastard! From now on, you are a perfect beastman just like me!”
“Shut it, you daughter-con.”
“……F*ck, nya.”
Of course, my words made her face flush bright red in no time.
Meanwhile, the archbishop’s face was quite a sight.
He seemed to have been quite confident, but now faced a completely different situation, which was only natural.
The pope shot a scornful look at the archbishop.
“Archbishop. Do you require any further proof?”
“Pl-Please give me one last chance!”
The archbishop clung on desperately to the end.
I was curious what kind of statement would come next.
“Ah, the author still hasn’t proven his purity!”
“Keep in mind, this is the last opportunity.”
“Understood! If I prove this too, I’ll willingly accept the judgment!”
Then the pope looked at me with concern written all over his face.
“Defender. Can you prove your purity?”
But this was easier than before.
To prove purity.
It’s the act of dropping everything that surrounds you and revealing your true self.
“Yes, I can prove it.”
“How will you prove it?”
A person’s true self.
The moment you can fully reveal that is precisely when you cry.
“I will cry to prove my purity.”
“Is that so?”
“So.”
The pope nodded as he seemed to understand.
He too seemed to think that was enough.
Meanwhile, I calmed my excited heart for a moment and then softly spoke in a very melancholic voice.
“Is it okay if I cry a bit?”
As soon as I said that, my head started spinning like crazy.
I needed to recall the moment of crying to prove my purity.
When do people cry?
When the Nazakso dies?
No.
When the story they were following suddenly shifts into NTR or BL?
No.
When Iron Man dies?
No.
When I come to my senses and realize I have irreversible baldness?
No.
When the Going Merry catches fire?
No.
When I repeatedly hit the ceiling on limited pickups?
No.
When I miss attendance in a contest and lose the prize?
No.
When I played Rock-Paper-Scissors with Nobel-chan and lost all my mileage?
No.
When I got 4 SSRs from rerolling but they were all idiot cards?
No…….
……F*CK. Hold on a sec.
‘Shark, you f*cking bastard.’
[…That certainly is a tear-jerking situation.］
Anyway, no.
When does a person cry?
That would be:
When I found my life’s greatest work but, due to a moment of stupidity, erased it, never to see it again.
That was the moment when I could truly cry.
[If we’re talking about a life’s work, isn’t there HAL?］
‘F*cking bastard, I’ll show you later?’
[Sorrysorrysorrysorry］
Anyway, the moment I recalled that, tears filled my eyes in an instant.
Visions of old girlfriends I tossed aside flashed before my eyes.
With that, my preparation was completely ready.
Meanwhile, the pope calmly spoke again.
“I grant permission.”
As soon as the pope’s permission dropped.
My emotions surged and tears and cries erupted simultaneously.
My heart shattered.
The dam of emotions burst.
The vast courtroom was instantly filled with my wails.
“Uaaahhh! Uaaahhh! Uaaaaahhh, Uuaaaahhhh!”
The sorrow I released became infectious to everyone present.
They too began wiping their tears one by one.
“I loved you, you f*cking bastard!!!”
“Make sure to live well over there!”
“We’ll definitely meet again!!!”
Even the opposing side, including the archbishop, couldn’t bear to refute it.
It was such a heart-wrenching sob.
“……Damn. I can’t help it.”
Even the archbishop acknowledged it in a gloomy voice.
In that space where everyone was enveloped in sorrow, wiping away their tears.
Only Caressy was saying something a bit different.
“……That’s plagiarism of crying sound.”
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