As soon as Arther intervened in the magic circle, the little boy appeared by his side.
"Good job. You've regained control before it was completely taken over." "Did you sever the connection with the other magic circles?" "Yes. Now, there is no risk of being controlled by the evil god..." "That’s enough! Get me out of here! There’s still so much I need to do!" "Wait a moment. There’s something I need to explain to you." "That can wait. No, I’ll come back later! I’ll listen to you then, endlessly!" "What?! Wait! Just a bit! Only a little! You impatient fool!"
Leaving behind the little boy's muttered complaints, Arther quickly turned his gaze around after leaving the space of trial.
Damn. Where did the others go?
What happened outside while I was enduring the trial?!
I don’t think Luca Alrn is someone who would easily be overwhelmed by others. But still...
‘...I’m sorry.’
Thinking of Lucy’s tearful face, Arther bit his lip and hastily rushed out of the room.
There were no signs of battle in the hallway.
This means someone likely went outside to prevent anyone from infiltrating.
Making use of any means necessary, Arther emerged through the broken walls, greeted by a commander disguised as a maid.
She bowed her head as soon as she saw Arther and then quickly turned away.
Is she signaling me to follow?
Knowing that the commander was under Adri’s control, Arther followed without hesitation.
Seeing that someone came to meet him, it seemed that the worst situation hadn’t happened.
If things were truly going haywire, there wouldn’t have been time for such calmness. How much has passed?
As the noise of battle reached Arther’s ears, he picked up his pace.
The sound of metal clashing, a rhythmic clang, a loud explosion, and the indistinct shout of someone filled the air.
The battle is still ongoing?!
Following the sound, Arther came upon the sight of a small girl fighting a monster.
The creature, dripping ominous black from its body, exuded an overwhelming aura.
Yet, the girl standing opposite the monster didn’t falter.
Her red hair, drenched in blood, had lost its original luster.
Her face, covered in blood and dirt, was marred.
The neatly arranged armor was now in tatters.
Despite her arms and legs trembling from exhaustion, the girl deflected the monster’s attacks, chuckling with a twisted grin.
Isn’t she scared?
That can’t be true.
Though she acts tough on the outside, deep down, she’s fragile. There’s no way she wouldn’t fear death.
Doesn’t it hurt?
Again, no.
Even though she’s a divine apostle, she’s still human.
There’s no way she doesn’t feel pain.
Isn’t she exhausted?
That’s nonsense.
The ragged breaths, the trembling legs, the unfocused gaze—these are all proof that she’s reached her limit.
But she’s just enduring. She’s just holding on.
She’s burying all the pain she’s enduring in her heart, just like she did when she lost someone who cared for her.
The moment Arther realized this, the scenery before him changed.
A light was radiating from Lucy Alrn.
This chapter is updated by freēwēbnovel.com.
In the underground, shrouded in darkness, only her surroundings were glowing brightly.
It was like a scene out of a fairytale.
Arther, who had been watching Lucy fight in a daze, snapped back to reality when he saw the monster flying far away.
Transition to Arther's Healing and Lucy's Sarcasm
"Ugh..."
As he was healing his disfigured arm, a groan escaped his lips.
This skill’s power is quite impressive, but the recoil is too much.
Breaking my arm with a single attack?
At least, since I’m an apostle of the divine, I can still use it. If I were an ordinary person, I would’ve just ignored this garbage skill.
While muttering complaints, Arther heard footsteps from beside him.
"Lucy Alrn! Are you alright?!"
"Do I look alright to you, Prince?♡ Do you think people like you, who think of others’ bodies as mere puppet joints, would understand?♡ Useless, lazy, and reckless, a virgin tyrant?♡ Heh♡ This is kind of funny♡"
"...Looks like you’re still in one piece, so I guess you're fine."
Arther, who had intended to reprimand her for her incompetence, didn’t shout. Instead, he sighed with relief and shook his head.
She really has no awareness. If you can’t do the job properly, at least do the role of a punching bag right.
I’d have laughed at her if she had yelled at me like usual.
Boring.
The names of Armadi and Agra were written there.
The battle between Agra, who was trying to intervene, and Armadi, who sought to stop him.
From the fact that Agra had intervened, it seemed that the pathetic god had been defeated.
Should I say he fought well for his apostle? Or should I criticize him as a useless god who couldn’t even protect his own apostle?
Either way, I’m really pissed off.
I lowered the blue screen, grabbed Luca by the neck, and tossed him toward Arther.
"...Luca? That monster was Luca!?"
"You didn’t know?♡ Wow♡ You’re so dumb♡ How did you survive in the royal palace with such clueless eyes?♡"
This time, Arther’s face turned red, but he still didn’t get angry.
What the hell? Why is he so patient? Is he feeling some misplaced guilt or something?
"Well, whatever. Useless prince, open the passage to the outside."
"The passage to the outside? What are you—"
"You don’t know?♡ You gained control of the magic circle, but you don’t know that?♡ What have you been doing while pretending to sleep? Were you hoping for a kiss to wake you up? Perverted prince?♡ Ha ha ha♡ That’s why virgins—"
"Ahhh! Shut up already! I’m figuring it out!"
"You’re speaking so rudely to such a cute and small girl?♡ How can you be so lacking in tolerance?♡"
"Just be quiet?! I’ve just gotten the authority! Ah, this is it."
When Arther waved his hand, a passage to the outside opened in front of them.
Hmm. Maybe he wasn’t just lazing around after all.
"Let’s go quickly. We need to show that perverted professor his place."
Transition to Rina and Erin's Escape
Rina, carrying Erin in her arms, was desperately running to shake off the Void followers.
"Erin! Where to next?"
"To that alley... wait?"
"Erin!? What is it now?"
"Shut up, dog. It’s time to stop now."
"Eh? R... Rina!? What do you mean by that?!"
Despite Cal’s confusion, Rina twisted her body and slipped out of his grip.
As a result, Cal slowed down, and the Void followers, who had been chasing them, closed in, but Rina, now standing firmly on the ground, paid them no mind.
"Is it finally over?"
The barrier, once tainted black by the Void’s power, began to crack, and before long, it shattered like glass. Darkness fell as the sunlight from above streamed in.
"Truly a tiring day."
The Void followers, who had been making their way toward her, found themselves powerless, as the power of the evil god had dissipated.
Rina, having captured them with her illusions, watched as they choked in the air and collapsed to the ground.
"After all that trouble, I guess I’ll at least get a towel soaked in sweat."
Rina, who had been speaking nonsense after her impressive display, chuckled as she watched the head of a dragon, roaring under the sun, fly off.
"Quite spectacular."
"Yes. Truly beautiful."
"That’s the Sword Saint."
The Awakening of Bishi
Bishi, who had been chased by demons in hell, woke up with a scream.
"Is my body still intact?"
He checked himself to make sure he was unharmed, letting out a sigh of relief. But then, a booming noise from the distance made him quickly turn his head.
The massive body of a dragon fell from the bright sky.
The sound that shook the earth made everyone in the nightmare stir awake.
Resolution in the Academy
"It seems like things have been resolved well."
The barrier collapsing, and the Void followers losing their power, Frete let out a sigh of relief as he ran his hand through his hair.
"That’s true, but..."
The bishop next to him gave a wry smile.
"It’s not time to rest yet. There are still students inside."
"Yes... Maybe it will get busier from here on out."
The priests of the god church and the artists’ order had never had a good relationship, but no one among them dared to point that out now.
The ones still here were those who valued others more than their own beliefs.
"No shame, huh."
As the priests walked toward the academy, a sound of armor clanging in unison rang out in the streets.
"Can we help with that task?"
Seeing the knight leading the charge, Frete quickly knelt.
The bishop beside him did the same, showing the utmost respect.
The one in front of them was someone of a fitting rank.
"Must you really do this..."
The one who had been stopping them glanced up, then bowed when he saw the sword cutting through the sky.
"Is that the Sword Saint?"