Episode 93. It’s not what I think it is, is it?
Soon, Nebia enters Alighieri as a saint of the order.
It is mandatory for the saints to enter the Alighieri, which was built on the site where the remains of a divine beast, considered to be an apostle of God, rest.
The reason why Nebia is trying to be so friendly with me is probably because I will soon be her senior.
Because what she needs is a capable cadet who will be on her side.
“I heard from Sister Angela that the most trusted man in Alighieri is Radon Crowler, your senior.”
It is inevitable that Angela, who is the descendant of the divine being revered by the religious order, receives more attention than herself.
He could be pushed to the back burner or lose his power and status to Angela.
‘That must be stopped.’
Therefore, it is necessary to make excellent seniors your own.
You have to educate everyone and prove to them that you are more compassionate.
As the size of the force increases, the possibility of ending the conflict without bloodshed increases.
Nonviolence is the ultimate ideology pursued by religion.
Now that she has become a saint, she intends to get what she wants by following that ideology.
“It must have been fate that you and I met like this. No matter how many bad rumors spread about the Crowler family, I am always prepared to take your side.”
The ‘same side’ that Nebia is trying to form will be used in various ways.
If the authority of the saint is a means of defense, then it is also necessary to have a means of offense.
The dark history of Angela, the main enemy.
The nine-tailed fox that intruded into Alighieri was none other than Angela. Regardless of whether this is true or not, that alone is enough to incite and spread rumors.
Adding Radon Crawler to the force will be the foundation for that.
“Don’t you think you might have a better connection to me than to Sister Angela?”
Nevia approached me and gently placed her hand on my chest. A pure white and mysterious energy was transmitted from her faint hand that seemed to be skinship.
The power of sexual intercourse. It was a sexual technique that allowed one to freely control that power and use it to become even more powerful.
The power that even the bishop-level believers found difficult to use was not difficult for Saint Nevia to wield.
I don’t know exactly what kind of magic has permeated me…
[All abilities increase by 10% with ‘Light of Blessing’.]
[Overall luck increases with ‘Compassionate Prayer’.]
I could tell it was a buff through the window that appeared before my eyes.
It’s obvious that this is a trick to get you to join his side in exchange for giving him a walk.
It’s along the same lines as secretly bribing people to get votes.
“Don’t you think this is a bit fatal?”
“It is fatal. I received help from your father, so this is the basic repayment.”
Nevia, who justifies paying bribes in return for favors. However, her position in the story is that of a villain.
Most villains of her type who meet a miserable end use this as an excuse to find fault with her.
The way Travel tried to gaslight me for trying to help my family once comes to mind.
The coping method is also the same as before.
“There’s no need to go this far.”
“Isn’t it polite to accept someone’s kindness?”
“I really don’t need it. Because…”
Slurp-
A black snake crawls out of the shadows and sucks the magic spell bestowed upon me.
Nevia, who had been granted the power of a saint, sensed the main force and furrowed her brows.
“I’m the type of person who doesn’t respond well to that kind of power.”
“….”
As befitting his nickname, Shadow of Gluttony, Muto can eat anything. The buffs on me are no exception.
“This guy will eat anything he gets the chance to eat. If I walk again, the result will be the same.”
[Erosion rate reduction: -4%]
[+ 400 Credits]
Muto is not an ignorant person who swallows whatever he can get his hands on. The thing he just consumed was simply a reaction to my will.
It would be easy to misunderstand if I said something like, “Muto is a guy who doesn’t listen to my commands well.”
“Then what can I do for you?”
Nevia asks with earnest eyes. It seems she hasn’t given up on me yet.
If there’s anything she can do… there’s nothing in particular.
Even she, who was blessed with a glimpse of God, seems unable to recognize the Liar’s curse.
Even if you try to inform them, they will just silence you, and even if you do find out, there is no guarantee that they will be able to solve the problem.
“doesn’t exist.”
He said it bluntly.
Nebia took on a dark expression upon seeing my indifferent reaction.
She couldn’t be on the same side as him because she had nothing she could do for him. It was an awkward situation for her, with that kind of mindset ingrained in her head.
But what does that have to do with me?
“More than anything, I don’t want to work under someone who only knows how to bribe.”
“But… how else can we win others over to our side? Aren’t material tricks the driving force that moves people?”
Nebia was so immature. I couldn’t help but sigh at her appearance.
A group that is united by interests such as bribes, power, and greed builds well at first like a sand castle.
‘And the same goes for collapsing.’
No matter how large it becomes in that way, it can be destroyed with a light wave of the hand, like a Jenga puzzle.
They only bow down to power, not because they are bound together by loyalty and solidarity.
The forces formed by Nebia in the main story are also divided in the same way.
“Excuse me, but I just want to say one thing.”
“…”
“Saint Nevia is not qualified to lead others.”
“yes…?”
Nebia’s green eyes tremble.
It seemed a bit shocking, but I had to get through it.
I don’t think her actions will change because of me doing this, but I hope she at least stays away from me.
“If you really want to look good to me, can I ask you one thing?”
I said firmly.
“I would like you to try not to approach me.”
Nevia, who seemed to be cornered, became lost in thought.
It would be a bit much to punish me for the favor I received from my father.
Even if I wanted to punish her, Angela, another candidate for sainthood, is waiting behind me.
You will never be able to move rashly.
Suddenly-
At that moment, the door opened and the girls who had gone out came back in.
Fifteen minutes had passed while I was talking to Nevia. There was plenty of time for them to return.
“I never thought that Cardinal Cage knew Professor Cage.”
“I think it’s thanks to you that I’m viewed favorably.”
“Even if that’s not the case, we did succeed in our mission perfectly.”
“I’ll be able to hear good things when I go back.”
The silence was broken by their intrusive chatter. Naevia, unable to show her gloomy appearance, tried to control her expression by rubbing her face.
“Did you two talk about anything?”
“Nothing much.”
“For something that’s not much, the two of you look a little strange.”
Trisha is always so oblivious at times like this.
Please don’t provoke me unnecessarily, senior.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Did you have a nice meeting, Your Excellency?”
“You said there would be good results.”
Trisha answered calmly, but she seemed concerned about Nevia’s hastily put together expression.
“What happened while we were out?”
“It’s nothing. I was just hungry and had no energy.”
Nebia, who had roughly looked around, chewed the remaining rice ball with a proud look.
And then the sound of the door opening was heard, and other believers barged in.
“Is Cadet Radon Crowler here?”
“Me?”
“There is a separate room for the student in question. We will show you to it.”
It seems that women stick with women and men stick with men.
Since I was the only guy in our group, it seemed like I’d end up spending the night alone.
I glanced at them briefly before following the guidance of the believers and leaving.
‘Honestly, I’m wondering if I should just leave like this.’
Unlike the main story, Trisha is trapped instead of Crona.
But will her presence have much of an impact?
Since Nevia was going to be a villain no matter what she did, I was shown to a private room.
Radon went out and there were no men left.
It is impossible for me to be included in a world that is only theirs.
“I’m going to go now too.”
Nebia’s heart was not pure enough to fit in with such a harmonious atmosphere.
More than anything, I had a lot to think about right now, thanks to my conversation with Radon Crowler.
“Are you just going to go?”
It was Trisha who stopped Nebia.
Although I was extremely miserable in my current situation, I felt it was a shame to be caught up in such a good atmosphere.
“I have a lot to worry about. If you want to chat with a saint, I’ll have the fox sisters there to suffice.”
“Shall we listen to your concerns?”
Nevia’s grip on the doorknob loosened.
As I turn around, my eyes meet the eyes of a glamorous woman wearing glasses named Trisha. The unknown aura she gives off makes my legs lose their strength.
‘What a strange person.’
Nevia, drawn by her strange charm, eventually returned to the sofa and sat down again, not realizing that she was captivated by Trisha’s warm smile.
“Then shall we hear what your concerns are?”
* * * * *
I washed up in the private room I was guided to and lay down on the bed.
I was able to be alone and at ease because he told me to use it as my room until today.
‘I guess I’ll be back tomorrow anyway.’
It’s already been a week since I completed the mission.
C-class or B-class missions that other kids are in charge of are easy to complete and are shorter on average.
They should be here by now and waiting for us.
“If I just go back, the second semester of the first year will end safely.”
There are still chapters left, but don’t worry.
Because even if an artificial golem rebels, it can never harm a human.
Because I set it up that way, their rebellion will end up as a minor incident.
‘Then Professor Radian will be able to finish safely without dying, right?’
His survival is essential for a comfortable life in the future.
This way, we can keep an eye on the new professor, Jason Bikel, who will be taking office in the second year.
He is the new instructor planted in the academy by the Emperor, who was alarmed by the Lycan and Gumiho incidents.
His main occupation is one of the knight commanders serving the imperial family.
He was jealous of his senior, Radian, and abused the combat cadets he had raised with great care.
‘There, Lyman’s already angry anger doubled.’
She will even join hands with Saint candidate Nevia and appear as the mid-boss of Chapter 1 of the second season.
That damn training method is abuse disguised as education. But with Professor Radian by your side, the difficulty of that hellish training will be reduced.
He acts strong in front of the students, but he becomes a coward when he sees Professor Radian.
‘And the decisive reason why the guy was appointed as a professor is…’
Mirona Kirien Divine.
As the youngest of the Emperor’s children, she is also scheduled to enroll next year, and Jason will serve as her escort and instructor.
Two candidates for the position of saint and princess of the empire.
Next year’s freshmen class is a stellar combination that would make even the Avengers jealous.
In addition, the ‘Madou Dance’, which is held once every five years, is scheduled for next year.
If you can just get through the events that will happen in the future, you will be able to endure until graduation without much difficulty.
‘It would be good if we could also omit the resurrection of the final boss, the ‘God of Destruction’.’
I closed my eyes tightly, holding on to useless expectations.
I was able to have a comfortable nap even though the sunlight coming in through the window was strong.
* * * * *
The next morning.
A carriage was waiting at the entrance to Kreuz.
A procession of knights formed a single line to make way for the carriage door, as if paying homage to departing guests.
And then the cadets of Alighieri, who helped the Knights Templar and completed their mission with nobility, walk in.
As expected of a friend of the saint, he was treated with respect.
“If anything happens, let this older sister know. I’ll be there running anytime.”
“If anything happens, let me know, okay?”
Angela and Ruska were saying their goodbyes. They seemed to be on good terms, as if they were a million light years apart from real-life sisters or real-life siblings.
“excuse me…”
It was Nevia who spoke to me with a trailing edge.
I felt a subtle sense of guilt that she, who was destined to become a villain, had come to see us off.
Because, given her personality of thinking of others as tools, this would never happen.
Even more so when you consider that they are forcing the main characters into politics with the power they have gathered.
“Then see you next year, junior.”
Trisha, boarding the carriage, greeted us proudly.
The knights’ eyebrows quirked because they usually had to call her saint, but there was no objection since she was actually going to be their junior.
“Yesterday was quite enjoyable. I’ll be counting on you to take care of me next year, senior.”
Nebia bowed her head politely and greeted him respectfully.
It was an appropriate action in terms of etiquette, but somehow it didn’t seem to give off the aura typical of a villainess.
This is because her expression showed a sense of shame rather than fox-like hypocrisy.
‘Did something happen while I was away?’
A moment later, as the carriage pulled away, I immediately asked Trisha:
“What happened with Saint Nevia yesterday?”
“Hoo hoo hoo hoo.”
Trisha suddenly smiled seductively.
“I just had a fun time. Even though I wasted some precious treasures.”
“Treasure?”
What caught my eye was Trisha’s bag.
Among them, a pocket of moderate size would always have been sticking out in a square shape, but now it seemed completely empty.
It must have contained the crystallization of Trisha’s desire.
“It was quite a meaningful time. Hehehe.”
Trisha kept laughing.
It was the expression of a person who felt a sense of accomplishment while producing something.
Surely it’s not what I think it is?
Um… absolutely not.
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