Here's the translation for Chapter 278 of sugaki Tank Enters The Academy:
In the early dawn, as the sun began to rise, the scene of morning prayer was solemn.
No one was dozing off, nodding their heads in sleep.
No one raised their voice.
Even breathing heavily felt like a sin, and silence reigned.
The only one who spoke was the one seated in the center: the current Pope, Paulo Liberio.
“Thus, the deity says...”
Though he appeared to fit the term "old man," the Pope made no small mistakes during the prayer.
He had been steady in his youth, steady in his middle age, and before becoming Pope, he conducted the service like a well-crafted golem made by a skilled alchemist.
“Thank you all for your hard work. We will conclude this morning's prayer here.”
As soon as Liberio stepped down from the platform, the priests of the church rose from their seats.
Everyone was bustling to prepare for the day at the holy site.
The sa went for Keddle, the Pope’s attendant.
The mont he saw the Pope erge from the door behind the platform, he bowed deeply and took the various burdens the Pope carried.
“You’ve chosen a good topic for prayer again today. Thanks to you, I could share good words, Priest Keddle.”
“Thank you, Your Holiness.”
On the surface, those words sounded like kind praise, but Keddle did not take them at face value.
Having served the Pope for several years, he knew well that many things lay beneath the words he spoke.
By ntioning the topic specifically, it suggested he was sowhat dissatisfied. He would need to review it once more.
As Keddle followed behind the Pope, desperately racking his brain, the usually expressionless Pope spoke.
“Today’s agenda was to visit the yacht or the kingdom, correct?”
It was a sudden question, but Keddle wasn’t taken aback.
Discussing work on the way back to the office was part of the Pope’s daily routine.
“Yes. That’s correct. We plan to visit around lunchti for a march, prayer, al, and then a eting.”
“What preparations have been made for supporting the affected areas?”
“The advance team is already active, and further personnel replenishnt is planned.”
“Good. Please double-check to ensure the staffing is properly arranged.”
“Yes, Your Holiness.”
“Is there anything else to report?”
“There are a few things. First...”
As they walked, the reports Keddle gave were mostly positive.
A talented individual had erged from a certain order. A priest had received a blessing. A noble had promised significant support. These were all stories he could share with a smile.
However, the mont the door to the office closed and only the Pope and Keddle remained, different stories flowed from his lips.
“Bishop Korg has made another mistake.”
“Who did he kill this ti?”
“Baron Atlam’s third daughter.”
“Send soone to deliver a stern warning to Bishop Korg and let him handle it.”
That was a discussion about soone’s death.
“Experints in Bardrog have yielded results. They have succeeded in transferring the divine energy of the test subjects to another.”
“Oh, that’s interesting. May I see the report with my own eyes?”
“I thought you would, so I brought the report.”
This was news of achievents built upon the blood of children.
“There are ominous movents from the Poliuga family. It seems they are trying to get greedy.”
“Those who desire more than they have should be punished.”
“Understood. I will send soone.”
This was a story that determined the fate of people far away.
What was chilling was that the Pope’s expression showed no change even during such discussions.
Whether celebrating soone, speaking of good things, discussing sothing that would likely annoy him, or talking about needing to kill soone.
He was always expressionless.
As if he had lost the ability to express emotions from birth.
“That's all the reports for today.”
Having finished all his reports, Keddle prepared to leave the office. It was rare for the Pope to ask anything more once the reports were done.
“Priest Keddle. I have one thing to ask you.”
However, today seed to be one of those rare exceptions.
“How is the child who acquired Ruel’s mace doing?”
“You an Lady Alrn? She is making several achievents at the academy.”
“How is her relationship with the saintess?”
“It’s good. They consider each other close friends.”
“That’s wonderful news. She truly is our masterpiece. I hope that relationship continues...”
As the Pope spoke, he suddenly fell silent, rising from his seat to look out the window.
The gaze that had always been calm was now shaken.
As soone who had served the Pope for years, Keddle had never seen such a thing.
He held back the urge to ask what was wrong and waited for the Pope to speak.
How long did the silence last? When the sunlight pouring in from outside had changed position significantly, the Pope finally opened his mouth.
“Priest Keddle.”
“Yes, Your Holiness.”
“Today’s agenda... No, there’s a resident Inquisitor Nian staying at the holy site, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Imdiately send him to the Burrow Duchy of the Soladin Kingdom to investigate the situation there. It’s urgent.”
It was an order with no foreboding, no basis, and no reason, but Keddle bowed as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
In this holy place, the Pope's word was law.
The skill called "Weakness Identification" is fundantally a skill that informs you of your opponent's weaknesses, but it has an additional function.
It tells you what makes the opponent feel uncomfortable or terrified.
When I tested it against Frey, I had thought it was just a skill that enhanced the provocation function, but there were other applications as well.
When I decided to tornt Nakrad, I originally planned to hit him as much as I had been hit, right?
But the more I thought about it, I felt that rely hitting him wouldn’t relieve my pent-up frustration.
At first, it might be enjoyable, but midway through, it would undoubtedly beco laborious.
So, while I was contemplating, the "Weakness Identification" skill showed sothing fun.
It made think about how I could make Nakrad feel sha.
“Hmm♡ Hehe♡”
At that mont, I thought.
Wouldn’t it be a proper revenge to create a dark history that remains for a lifeti instead of a fleeting mont of pain?
Recalling the ti I almost died at Nakrad's hands felt less painful than rembering the mont I was caught by Joy and Frey as a bunny girl. This gave confidence that I was right; I decided to create an unforgettable mory for Nakrad.
“Here♡ How about this?♡ Isn’t it super cute?♡ It’ll fit you perfectly!♡”
“...Just kill ! Take my life!”
“Isn’t it strange~♡ Why is the disgusting perverted doll talking so confidently?♡ What should I hit this ti to fix it?♡”
“No, I get it. I’ll cooperate. Gaaaah!”
Of course, that process wasn’t smooth, but thanks to our negotiator’s efforts, I was able to get Nakrad’s cooperation.
The process of dressing up Nakrad was quite enjoyable.
First, the base was the dress Lucy used to wear!
I had stored it in my inventory just in case, but I didn’t expect it to be this helpful!
It was a bit small, so it made a crinkling sound, but so what? It’s not like I’ll ever wear it again.
And for the hairstyle... it was either bald or twin braids.
Hmm. Right. I just need to shave the middle part!
And while I was passionately creating, mories of the past began to resurface.
There was a ti when I wondered how to make an even more rotten character.
I had once asked soone who was doing sothing similar for advice and gave up upon seeing the depths of humanity.
The completed form of Nakrad was a tall figure who wanted to be a cute girl.
As I stared at the horrific sight that would scare off any ard robber if seen late at night, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Puhahaha♡ You’re so cute!♡ If I sold you at a doll shop in the back alley, I think a strange story would co with it!♡”
At that, Nakrad’s shoulders trembled, but he had no way out of this hell.
Bound by the ropes that Feiby had blessed multiple tis, he couldn’t use the powers of an apostle and was significantly weakened.
“Grandfather, what do you think of my sense of aesthetics?”
“Puhaha. Oh, Grandfather. You really don’t get it. You’re so outdated.”
Satisfied with my grandfather’s weary response, I nodded and approached Nakrad.
“What’s wrong?”
“Is the training still not done?♡ Why is a disgusting perverted doll talking so confidently?♡”
“...W-What is it, Lady Alrn?”
“Puhup♡ Puhahaha♡ Ah~♡ I feel like I’m going to throw up because it’s so disgusting!♡”
If looks could kill, Nakrad’s glare would have killed over a hundred tis, but that glare only made happier.
It felt like I was gradually becoming more like a sugaki.
Whatever! I don’t care! As long as it’s fun, that’s all that matters!
Today, I’ll just enjoy myself to the fullest!
“Get down!♡ Perverted doll♡ I’ll give you the chance to be my adorably cute chair!♡ How does that sound?♡ Aren’t you happy?♡ Huh?♡”
“Yes, I am... happy, Lady Alrn.”
“Ugh♡ A perverted little wretch like you finds this fun?♡ Is this thing really a human like ?♡ Is there sothing strange mixed in your blood?♡”
Seeing Nakrad face down on the floor, blushing furiously, I burst into laughter and began humming as I opened the quest window.
I wanted to check why I wasn’t receiving the reward despite having perfectly subdued the apostle of the Evil God.
[Quest in progress!...]
[Agra...]
[Armaadi...]
[Agra...]
[Tariki...]
[Quest... $%...]
[Armaadi!#...]
Lightheartedly opening the window, what unfolded before was a clash of powers among the gods that had occurred without my knowledge.
A struggle between Armaadi, who was trying to help in so way, and the two Evil Gods trying to kill at all costs.
Seeing that made involuntarily chuckle.
Seeing Armaadi so desperate made realize that I had truly been in danger this ti.
And I was dumbfounded by the persistence of the two Evil Gods trying to kill .
I had planned to belittle them, but it seed I couldn’t do that anymore.
As I scrolled down one by one, I watched their fierce battle.
Ding!
What’s this?
Is the reward finally being given?
Armaadi, I’m really looking forward to this.
Since I worked so hard this ti, I believe I’ll receive a worthy reward!
A reward that would satisfy this rotten water...
[Quest triggered!]
Hmm?
[Hide your identity!]
Huh?
[The church’s inquisitors are coming this way! It’s not yet ti to reveal your identity! Don’t let them discover who you are!]
...What?
What?!
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