Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

As time passed from morning into the afternoon, Keadle, the secretary of the Pope, visited the inquisitor Nian, who was training with his subordinates. He brought with him the orders of the deity.

The content was as follows:

“Immediately head to the Burrow Dukedom in the Soladin Kingdom and conduct an investigation there.

You must thoroughly check for any unusual occurrences, and if there are any church officials or anyone who appears to possess significant divine power, bring them to the Holy Land by any means necessary.”

Though there were many unclear aspects in the orders given to Nian, he did not ponder them.

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The fact that he had received an order meant that there was a good reason for it. His job, along with his subordinates, was simply to carry out the tasks assigned to them.

Not even an hour had passed since the command was given when Nian led his subordinates to the church's teleportation circle.

They were to immediately travel to the church located in the Burrow territory.

“Hmm? I’m sorry, Inquisitor. There seems to be something unusual in the Burrow territory.”

“If that’s the case, send us to the nearest location.”

“Yes. Understood. I’ll prepare immediately... Huh? No. What’s going on?”

However, the process did not go smoothly.

It was as if someone had set it up that way; all teleportation circles near the Burrow territory were out of order.

This must be related to the Pope's command. It seems there’s been some trouble in the Burrow territory.

After wasting quite some time, the only place Nian could teleport to was a location two hours away from the Burrow territory by carriage.

Despite the urgency of the Pope’s order, he had lost too much time unnecessarily.

Normally, everyone would move after recovering from the effects of teleportation, but given the situation...

“I’ll head to the Burrow territory first. Once the situation is stabilized, you should follow.”

Leaving the recovery to a reliable subordinate, he immediately began using divine magic on himself, as well as enhancing himself using the ancient martial arts established by the great paladin Luel, who was once called a hero.

By the time all those procedures were completed, Nian’s body had already surpassed that of an ordinary human. His speed was comparable to that of a warhorse running at full speed.

After running like a madman for some time, Nian reached a village and realized what was amiss in the Burrow territory.

The village was permeated with the Evil God’s ominous and repulsive energy.

With a sacrificial magic circle on the outskirts of the village, it seemed the Evil God had influenced this area for more than just a day or two.

Furthermore, since all the residents were collapsed, it appeared that the magic circle had activated and then failed.

Hmm. With such an incident happening in the Dukedom, no one has sensed anything unusual.

This indicates that the threat lurking here is related to the Evil God Tariki.

Given the scale of the incident, we should assume that at least the apostle of the Evil God has acted.

Having often dealt with the repugnant beings that serve the Evil God as an inquisitor, Nian reached his conclusion quickly from minimal information, but his expression was far from pleasant.

If the apostle of the Evil God is lurking in the heart of the Burrow territory and growing stronger there, then my subordinates and I would reach our limits.

This is an issue that at the very least should require the church's knights to deploy, and in the worst-case scenario, the Holy Church may have to mobilize its full force.

If we all set foot in such a dangerous place, we might all meet our deaths.

That would be troublesome. Someone needs to report the situation.

I should leave orders for my subordinates to wait here.

If they don’t return after half a day, I will instruct them to report everything to the church.

Having finished all that needed to be done, Nian set off again toward the Burrow territory.

As he ran without rest, he noticed something strange along the way.

If this were a normal situation, the energy of the Evil God would become stronger as he approached the center of the Burrow territory.

As he neared where the apostle of the Evil God resides, the foul scent of the Evil God should intensify.

However, it was not so. Strangely, as he moved closer to the center, the Evil God’s scent gradually faded.

What on earth is happening in the center of the Burrow territory?

At a moment when Nian, who was running desperately, was lost in thought, the energy of the Evil God completely vanished.

And the repulsive energy that lingered in that place was filled by something else.

It was a presence that Nian had felt long ago.

When he had just received the title of inquisitor.

The energy he felt from the deity during the inauguration ceremony presided over by the Pope himself.

The divine presence of the great deity, so warm and comforting that tears naturally flowed.

The moment he sensed that, Nian moved forward with all his might without thinking of anything behind him.

He wanted to meet the one residing in the Burrow territory as soon as possible.

He wanted to be buried in the deepening divine presence of the deity.

Like a person who had lost their mind, he dashed forward recklessly.

When he finally arrived at the entrance of the city where the Burrow mansion was located, Nian was certain that a miracle had unfolded there.

The warm divine presence filling the city was a word that could only be described as miraculous.

However, unfortunately, though he wanted to collapse from overwhelming emotion, what greeted Nian as he entered the city was not a person related to the great, divine, and kind deity.

“Hold on.”

What blocked him was a man who seemed to give the impression of a statue carved by an exceptional artist.

A soft and appealing voice. An attractive appearance that forced anyone to cast their gaze upon him. A charming man dressed in tattered clothing, giving an impression of freedom rather than ugliness.

Nian knew this man. How could he not know someone who had traveled across the continent and gained fame?

The apostle of the Artistic Order.

Frete.

The one who had become the reason the Artistic Order could grow in power despite the scrutiny of the Holy Church.

“May I ask for your identity?”

“Greetings. I am the inquisitor of the Holy Church, Nian. Apostle of the goddess of beauty and art.”

Even as Nian pulled out the cross of the Holy Church from within his cloak, Frete showed no sign of lowering his guard.

“From the energy you possess, you seem to be of a fairly high rank. But what brings you here?”

“I have received orders to investigate anomalies here.”

“If that’s the case, you can just go back. All the problems have already been resolved.”

Hearing Frete’s words, Nian raised one eyebrow.

He didn’t doubt that the problems had been resolved. Given that a miracle was taking place in this city, how could the plans of the Evil God not have collapsed?

What disturbed Nian was something entirely different.

“The apostle of the Artistic Order claims to have resolved the problem?”

Frete stated that he had resolved the ‘problem.’

That he himself had thwarted the plans of the Evil God.

That was nonsense.

With the divine presence of the great deity residing in this city, how could a mere apostle of the Artistic Order dare to fabricate such a lie?!

“Yes. Thanks to the guidance of the goddess.”

How dare he try to steal the credit for the deeds accomplished by someone serving the great deity?!

“Did you resolve it all on your own? Without any comrades?”

“Is there a problem with that?”

“If you did it alone, it seems the task of restoring this city would be quite burdensome.”

Nian, hiding his rising anger, forced a smile as he spoke, but Frete shook his head before he could finish.

“I won’t need any help. The people of the Artistic Order will be here soon.”

“However.”

“Please refrain from interfering. Or what? Are you going to try to steal our accomplishments again?”

When Frete pointed out the mistakes made by a member of the Holy Church years ago, Nian clenched his mouth shut.

He had ample circumstantial evidence.

The scale of the incident was such that it could not be handled by Frete alone.

The presence of the great deity in this city.

In addition to several other suspicious actions, he couldn’t question them.

The lack of clear evidence was a problem.

The strength of the Artistic Order was formidable enough to pose an issue.

But above all, the reputation and power that Frete held far surpassed that of Nian.

“...I will make some inquiries through the church later.”

“Yes, please do.”

After politely bowing to Frete, Nian stepped out of the city and stabbed a dagger into his own shoulder.

To punish himself for his incompetence and to repent to the deity.

And to etch this humiliation into his body.

“...No! Please don’t!”

“I’ll just take it off! I didn’t want to see that!”

The persistent words of the fool were now trapped in the ugly, male-dominated essence, and I figured this place must be hell for him compared to being in this place.

However, I have no intention of releasing him.

The grudge of selling my dignity to the ground and throwing it away to a disgusting pervert cannot be resolved with just this much.

“...Sorry. I’ll keep quiet.”

Did the fool realize he’d get thrown into the trash if he touched me? My grandfather quickly sealed his lips.

Haa, to sell my dignity to that perverted piece of trash is a significant decision on my part, yet now I have to endure the humiliation of being preserved!

Isn’t this just too much?!

Of course, I made the choice myself!

But at that moment, it was the only option!

It was either to suffer along with everyone or be immortalized in this shame.

How could I choose to suffer along with everyone when faced with that?!

Damn it! You useless deity!

Honestly, just admit it!

You orchestrated this!

You made the inquisitors move and forced me to eat shit!

There’s no way the timing could align perfectly otherwise!

Huhgyaaaah!

Just wait!

You pathetic, incompetent, perverted, trash deity!

One day, I’ll spread your true nature across the entire continent!