Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

“Pardon? What does that mean?”

Seeing Isabel blink, I realized I had skipped too much context.

Ah. Has the pathetic deity’s habit of speaking now rubbed off on me?

‘There was too much summarization. Let me explain once again...’

“Ah, I’m sorry. As someone with no knowledge, it must be hard for you to understand. I’m kind, so I’ll explain it again. I, who is loved by the pathetic deity, am offering you a chance to help drive away the pitiful and weak Tariki.”

As soon as my words finished, Isabel stared at my face blankly, forgetting the pretense she was trying to maintain, and then turned her gaze aside.

She had just heard something absurd about the deity’s apostle and the evil deity. If my previous statement was nonsense, she would likely expect a reaction from Feiby, the saintess of the deity’s church.

However, Feiby’s expression remained unchanged. She simply offered a gentle smile to Isabel, who was looking at her.

“Is it really... true?”

“I, Feiby, have decided not to engage in any actions that would bring shame before the deity.”

Feiby’s title may be false, but the faith she carries beneath it is certainly not a lie.

She is truly a good person and someone with unwavering faith more than anyone else. She would never lie using the deity's name.

Feiby has proven this fact over a long period.

Isabel, who has various connections related to the deity's church, would know this all too well.

This is why I spoke to Feiby first.

Even if Lucy Alrn, known for insulting the deity, claims to be the deity’s apostle, people would simply think she’s gone mad.

But with Feiby beside her, the story changes.

No matter how nonsensical it is, if Feiby nods in agreement, it adds credibility.

This is the difference in reputation between a saint who has repeatedly done good deeds and a reckless lady!

“You are truly loved by the deity.”

As Feiby’s affirmation reached Isabel, her gaze returned to me.

In her eyes, filled with bewilderment, many thoughts were swirling.

I knew she wouldn’t comprehend it right away.

Who is Lucy?

She’s a madwoman who has insulted the deity’s church for the past few years.

Who would believe that such a heretic is actually the deity’s apostle? I wouldn’t. I would just think she’s finally lost it.

But it’s okay. I have more than enough ways to prove I’m the deity’s apostle.

I’ve kept it hidden because I didn’t want to be discovered, but if I start actively explaining using knowledge from the game, I can easily convince her that I am the deity’s apostle.

With that confidence, I remained calm even when I saw Isabel rise from her seat and walk towards me.

Go ahead. Ask anything. No matter what questions arise, the conclusion will inevitably be, “So, you are indeed the deity’s apostle!”

“Indeed.”

...Huh?

“Indeed! I understand now! That’s why you bear the deity’s holiness!”

Thud!

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Isabel, who arrived beside me, knelt on the floor.

Tears welled in her eyes, overwhelmed with emotion.

Her hands were clasped reverently.

The flawless posture of kneeling was something I could only observe with a dazed head, causing me to forget everything I intended to say.

...No way. Seriously. Is there a place that teaches merchants to kneel and bow their heads? Why do all those with the title of merchant have such impeccable postures?

While I was escaping into another thought due to the overwhelming reality, Isabel’s praise continued.

“I thought something was unusual when I first met you, but who would have guessed that your true identity was the great deity’s apostle!”

As I was wondering what to say, Isabel’s emotional turmoil at that moment caused me to hesitate.

I thought she might ask for something or make demands, but her reaction was not normal.

“Indeed. I had thought something was unusual when I first met you.”

“Therefore, it’s only natural that the deity’s apostle would require assistance in dealing with Tariki.”

“Of course, it is true. I witnessed it with my own eyes.”

Just as I thought the previous strange conversation would never end, Feiby stepped forward to carry on the discussion.

“Then, we should request cooperation from the church.”

“No! Lady Arteia! That would...”

“Oooh! To extend a helping hand even to those who have gone down a wrong path! Truly, you are the deity’s apostle!”

What? It seems things are going quite well. Isabel’s eyes sparkled, indicating she would willingly accept my request for cooperation.

Yeah. Let’s think positively. If I can earn hundreds of platinum coins by selling my dignity, that’s a good deal, right?

“I understand the situation.”

After all the discussions, Isabel, who seemed to have been moved by something I couldn’t pinpoint, pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away her flowing tears, nodding her head.

“I, Isabel Arteia, have always sought ways to repay the grace bestowed upon me since I was saved by the deity. Therefore, I am willing to cooperate as much as possible, but before that, I have two requests.”

‘What are they?’

“What is it, you perverted fanatic?”

Requests? I don’t know what they could be, but given the current situation, Isabel seems to be doing me a favor. If it’s something I can repay, I’ll gladly accommodate her.

As long as it’s not something too bizarre or perverted.

“One is that I would like you to leave the miracle you will perform in this crystal ball.”

Isabel held out the crystal ball, indicating that it had the security magic of the Arteia family and would not leak out anywhere, and that it wouldn’t be used for purposes other than personal possession.

Well, I can agree to that. It’s not a difficult request.

I’ll have to check with Alsaetin later to see if Isabel’s claims about this are true, but if it can only be used for personal possession, I can do my best to document it.

‘Okay. What’s next?’

“The second request is that, before you leave, could you leave your holiness behind?”

Leave my holiness? When I tilted my head in confusion, Feiby provided an explanation.

“It involves leaving the holiness in a bead that can contain it, along with a blessing. It’s something common to do when visiting a noble house.”

Ah, so that’s what it is? I was suspicious because Isabel brought it up, but it turns out it’s quite normal.

If that’s the case, I have no reason to refuse. Considering what I’m about to receive, there’s no way I wouldn’t do something so simple.

I nodded in agreement, and Isabel quickly stood up and dashed out of the reception room.

And before long, she returned, disheveled, and presented a small bead before me.

“I ask this of you.”

Hmm. So all I need to do is contain my holiness in it?

With that thought in mind, I lightly reached for the bead when Feiby stopped me.

“No, Lady. You must include a heartfelt prayer and leave your holiness along with the blessing.”

A heartfelt prayer? For whom? For the pathetic deity?

To pray sincerely to that perverted bastard?

‘Can’t I just do it?’

“Pathetic saint. Why are you being so meticulous?”

No, it’s genuinely impossible for me to do that! Can’t I just leave my holiness and go?

When I voiced this, Feiby shook her head more firmly than ever.

“Since they have given so much to the deity, they should be reciprocated with sincerity.”

That’s true. It’s a valid point.

Ah. Damn it. Fine. I’ll do it!

I took a deep breath, clasped my hands together, and closed my eyes.

A heartfelt prayer, huh.

I’ve never done such a thing, so I’m not sure, but I guess I just have to thank the pathetic deity and wish for Isabel’s future?

...Well, I can’t exactly not be grateful.

That pathetic deity—no, Armaadi—has helped me a lot up until now.

If it weren’t for his help, I wouldn’t be here.

Though he has caused a lot of trouble, he has tried to take responsibility every time.

Unless he engages in his perverted behavior, I can certainly express my gratitude.

Honestly, when I think of a crisis, the name that comes to mind first is Armaadi’s.

Wishing for Isabel to do well is the same.

Even though she seems quite peculiar right now, Isabel is a good person. She donates a lot and does many good deeds.

If Isabel does well, many people will be saved, so I can willingly wish for her future.

...Even so, I can’t shake the feeling that this is far from a solemn prayer.

Whatever. If it doesn’t work out, then it can’t be helped.

As I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was the warm light that filled the room.

I realized shortly after glancing around that I was the source of it.

Oh. I don’t know what’s happening, but did the prayer go well?

Then, I just have to transfer my holiness into this bead, right?

With that thought, as I moved my holiness into the bead, the light that had been flowing around me shifted into the bead, filling the room with warmth.