Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 680: Eve (6)

After Lucy Allen left, Erginus created a chair from darkness and sat before the iron bars.

Agras, seeing himself reflected in Erginus' eyes, smiled.

"If you're thinking of hurling insults, reconsider. I have no memory of you doing anything important."

"Does that really matter? After all, you're the continent's public enemy."

"I don't care what humans on the ground have to say, but words from the same divine rank as mine do matter."

Despite being shrouded in darkness, Agras remained calm, as though he wouldn't mind disappearing right now.

"So, what do you want here?"

"I told you earlier. I wanted to place my spoon above the Apostle of the Lord."

"You tried to persuade the Lord's Apostle to become an ally? What nonsense. You're not that kind of person."

Erginus held the knowledge of the tendencies of the End's Evil God in his memories.

The grand sorcerer, who had once clashed with the End's Evil God on the battlefield under the command of the gods, had described the End's Evil God as a calculated evil.

He said that the End's Evil God was a demon who guides all things toward their end, after seeing the end of this world.

"I'll ask again. Why are you here?"

"I came here to be trampled by the Lord's Apostle."

"...Seriously?"

"Hey. Why take it so seriously? Isn't it more of a meaningless comment than what I said earlier?"

Though it was a highly rational response, Erginus couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

His words couldn’t be brushed off so easily, given all the exceptions Lucy Allen had created in his mind.

Even now, the Fairy Queen, whom Erginus loved, was watching every move Lucy made.

"Well, is that a made-up story? That brat is the only one who can destroy me."

"As expected."

It’s truly astonishing to see a human or god being swayed by only one person—Lucy Allen.

Erginus tilted his head, and Agras snickered.

"But that’s not my real purpose. That little brat, whom the Lord cherishes, is a mortal, isn’t she?"

No matter how great a human is, in the end, they perish with time. Just like the hero who once stood in Agras' way, time brings about their destruction.

"Everything in this world is rushing toward its end. Even kingdoms that seemed eternal crumble, and the weapons made by non-human beings lose their light. The glory of gods is forgotten, and even if the world does not desire destruction, time itself wishes for an end."

Agras had no need to hurry. After a long, long time, Armadi would be forgotten, and Agras would pronounce the world’s end.

"So from my perspective, what my Apostle is trying to do is inevitably troublesome. To grant eternity at the start... How dreadful."

"Do you really think that’s possible?"

"O dark god, in the end, we are merely representatives of concepts. We act as their agents because they chose us. If to them, Armadi is the only option, the concept would choose it."

The word "practical" doesn’t apply to the power the gods wield.

The very concepts that make up the world are the power they deal with, so to declare what they intend to do using common sense is impossible.

"So, if you need my help, just ask. I’ll gladly cooperate. For now, you may gain glory, but in the end, I will prevail."

Erginus furrowed his brow as he saw Agras’ smile.

Agras claimed to be disturbed by what his Apostle was doing, but his true intention was different.

Agras was forcing a choice.

Should he let the Pope go and erase himself, or should he block the Pope and face the impending destruction?

What bothered Erginus was that it was hard to refute that statement.

Just as the era of myths ended and the age of humans began, someday even the era of humans would end, and the end would approach.

As time passed, Armadi’s power would weaken, and Agras’ power would grow.

When that time came, could they stop the end? Would they remain calm in the face of the preordained conclusion?

"It's a story not worth listening to."

The Fairy Queen, who had been quietly watching the conversation, sneered and pulled Erginus' shoulder, wrapping it around her as she embraced him.

"In the end, you're saying you'll win?"

"Once everything crumbles, naturally, it will be so."

"You said that when the age of myths ended too. But you were defeated by a hero. And you said that when your seal was undone, the world would be destroyed. Yet even now, you will lose. Because the Apostle chosen by the Lord will block everything."

"You speak as though you're prophesying things that haven’t happened yet. Fine. Let’s say everything happens as you say. Then what after? Who will stop me in the distant future?"

"At that time, a miracle suitable for that time will stand before you. Just like the hero did, and like Lady Allen did. The world won’t allow destruction. Agras, you will never reach the end."

When the Fairy Queen finished speaking, the smile disappeared from Agras' lips for the first time.

Losing even his small sense of calm, he glared at the Fairy Queen and slowly stood up.

"A dream-like story."

"Once is by chance, twice is by necessity."

"Even if a third miracle happens, you won’t witness it. Once you carry the power of darkness, you’ll be consumed by it someday. You’re holding on now, but ha, I wonder how long these miracles will last."

The Fairy Queen blinked her eyes and then raised her lips in a smile.

"Ah, so you don't know everything, do you?"

"...Are you trying to boast?"

"No? Why would I boast to you, who will forever face defeat without doing anything? There’s someone much more capable than you standing beside me."

The Fairy Queen recalled the plan Lucy had shared with her in the meeting of the Apostles, chuckling as she grabbed Erginus’ shoulder and forcibly lifted him up.

"Well then, I’ll be off now. Useless Evil God. Please look forward to the day you’ll be sealed again."

With that, Erginus and the Fairy Queen left, and Agras, left alone, stared into the darkness and sat down with a sigh.

"How is she the queen of the fairies?"

The day after Agras was captured, reports of unusual phenomena from cities with large dungeons were sent in.

"Volcanic activity was detected in the place where the Evil God of Fire is sealed. According to reports from the disaster-studying magicians, an eruption is expected to begin in two days. For now, we’ve recommended evacuation for those living in the city."

The Evil God of Fire showed his presence by pulling up the magma from deep within, signaling that he was still alive.

It had been warned ahead of time that the Evil God’s resurrection was imminent, so the people of the city began evacuating as planned.

"In the place where the Evil God of Void is sealed, hallucinations are spreading. As the Lord mentioned, we are responding with the support of Erginus and the fairies."

The Evil God of Void sought to bring chaos to the land with his powers.

But knowing this would happen, we sent grand magicians and fairies to counteract the Void’s powers.

Seeing how Joy dealt with the Void’s powers, it wouldn’t be long before the chaos there was quelled.

"The Evil God of Destruction... Well, there’s been no response at all. As the Lord said, the resurrection is likely still in progress."

The Evil God of Destruction silently waited for the day his seal would be broken.

Though it was calm there now, when the day of his resurrection came, a disaster worse than any other place would follow.

The power of destruction would come as an unimaginable terror.

"As the Lord said, five locations are about to have dungeons arise. From their size, it seems they’ll be comparable to the most dangerous places the Lord has cleared so far."

The nearing full resurrection of Agras was marked by disasters beginning in various parts of the land.

It was the sign that the final battle was about to begin, and that the tale of Soul Academy was nearing its end.

After hearing all of Karia’s reports, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Even if everything goes as I planned, I would still have to defeat the enemies to achieve victory.

The being who ruled the age of myths as a nightmare and was treated as the true boss of Soul Academy.

The Apostle of the Evil God Agras, the one who sought to become the Evil God himself.

A madman who would lead everything to destruction in the end.

The Pope.

Until now, I had to overcome life-threatening situations every time I faced a strong opponent.

Every time, I stood up, clenching my teeth, even when death was right at my doorstep.

It would probably be the same this time. The Pope would be stronger than any other enemy I had faced before.

<So, are you planning to act alone again?>

‘No. I know now that it was wrong.’

Having realized that my own arrogance, thinking I was acting for my friends, was actually tormenting them, I won’t die alone this time, abandoning them.

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Even if I die, I won’t die alone; I’ll fight for all of us to live.

To create a miracle.

To ensure that the many lives that colored the land with their deaths weren’t in vain.

I must.

Taking a long breath, I stood up and draped the hero’s cape over my shoulders.

"Let’s go."

"It’s about time you arrived."

The Pope, having scattered the orbs containing Agras’ seal on the floor, smiled as he thought about the one far away.

I hope you will appreciate what I have prepared and be pleased. Apostle.

It’s a gift I desperately made after learning the secret you don’t even know about yourself.

"Let’s begin. Everyone, for the great Lord!"

"For the great Lord!"

"And for the noble Apostle of the Lord!"

"For the Apostle of the Lord!"

Hearing the knights' cries, as the Pope reached out his hand, cracks began to form on each of the orbs.

At the same time, darkness began to appear at the center of the magic circle, and within it, Agras revealed himself.

"Have you prepared your will, old master?"

"Yes, I’m ready to hear your will."