The news that the secret weapon of the Divine Alliance, the Saintesses, were visiting the Academy hit like a bang.
The source of the information was the students who had boarded the faith meta, trying to level up by substituting their lacking talents and points with the power of faith.
“Priest-level spells are this powerful, so how strong do you think the Saintesses are?”
“They would probably wipe out 3,000 with ease.”
“What kind of crazy talk is that? Saintesses are supposed to be healing types. They must have Holy Power Pockets that calm your heart just by looking at them.”
“Muscles do make Holy Power Pockets grow, though.”
“Are you seriously insane?”
Amidst the fierce debate between the muscle-type Saintess theory and the benevolent Saintess theory, Mob poked Jaku in the side and asked.
“What do you think?”
“Cut the nonsense. If it weren’t for the brilliant idea of stealing the Saintess’s unique mana to recover my stamina while exhausted from intense training, I wouldn’t even be here discussing this nonsense.”
Mob’s cheeky suggestion, unknowingly infected by Oknodie’s wicked wisdom, sounded tempting even to Jaku.
Of course, this suggestion didn’t take into account the presence of the idiots raising their voices, spitting over the muscle-type and benevolent Saintess theories.
“I hope for a benevolent Saintess.”
“Why? Are you worried that if you try to steal mana from a muscle-type Saintess, you’ll get hurt?”
“Maybe the benevolent Saintesses will generously bless the financially struggling students with points, just like the priests donate daily necessities to the impoverished people.”
“…That does sound tempting.”
“Right?”
Before long, Mob and Jaku, who had joined the benevolent Saintess theory, found themselves in a scuffle with the supporters of the irreverent muscle-type Saintess theory.
A few students holding banners, spreading their imaginations about the Saintesses, suddenly erupted in cheers.
Thinking a Saintess had appeared, the students who had stopped fighting focused and were gravely astonished.
“They’re not muscle-types?”
“Nor are they benevolent?”
The atmosphere of the Saintesses was closer to soldiers arriving on the battlefield.
“Why is a Sister carrying a sniper rifle?”
“What strength… it’s insane…”
“There’s someone with three swords on their waist.”
“I’m seriously confident I’d get wrecked in one strike.”
“What’s with that person moving around with something flying around them?”
“Is it a page from a scripture?”
The trio of bizarre Saintesses making their entrance included a stoic one carrying a sniper rifle, a fierce-looking one wielding three swords, and even a Blind Saintess with scripture pages swirling around her like satellites.
With their exotic nun outfits, the trio made the students fold their banners and part ways.
“What kind of faction should we call that?”
“Enough with the dumb talk, let’s eavesdrop on the third-year students’ conversation. Those who have been around the Academy longer might know something.”
“What’s different about those people?”
“If they’ve been aboard the faith meta for a long time, then they’ve probably had at least one chance to see or hear from high-ranking officials of their order.”
“Oh.”
Mob, catching on to the sensible reasoning of the Academy’s usual students, listened intently.
Just then, some nearby third-year students looked at the Saintesses with puzzled expressions.
“I’ve never seen them before, who are they?”
“Idiot, how can you not figure that out by the time you’re in third year? When you see a new expert at the Academy, it’s safe to bet they must be fourth years.”
“Oh. Makes a lot of sense.”
Got it.
They had overlooked the possibility that they weren’t even Saintesses!
Students like Mob and Jaku, who were nodding in agreement after eavesdropping on the seniors’ conversation.
“They must be seniors.”
“Can’t help but attract attention with common sense.”
“If I were in their position and had juniors rolling out a red carpet waiting for the Saintesses, I’d cosplay and walk right through.”
This was the conclusion reached by the corrupted second and third-year students, who had poorly adapted to the Academy’s toxic culture.
The trio in bizarre nun outfits, radiating a strong veteran player vibe, looked more like returning fourth years than Saintesses visiting the Academy.
As the path opened up for them, the Saintesses gracefully passed through.
“When will the Saintesses arrive?”
“Who knows.”
“I want to see them soon.”
The students waited endlessly.
In the midst of that, Mob let out a disappointing sigh.
*
The Saintesses felt heavy on their shoulders.
The cost paid by each order for them to head to the Academy was no small amount.
[Affiliation: God of Flow, Aquarius]
[Saintess of the Flowless Religious Order]
[Support Forces Auction: Deployment of a large group of priests capable of melting permafrost and making polar bears lose their habitats, and conducting large-scale rituals that would raise the temperature of over 1,500 degrees]
[Affiliation: God of Peace, Tranqilo]
[Saintess of the Peaceful and Indifferent Church]
[Support Forces Auction: Deploying the Etiquette Education Corps, made up of peace giants, who will carry out a massive massacre to enlighten the Demon King’s Army about peace, manners, and respect]
[Affiliation: God of Greatness, Grandius]
[Saintess of the Great Exploration Religious Order]
[Support Forces Auction: Dispatch of wicked prophets skilled in Revelation Magic to incite the Demon King’s Army leaders’ desires to become great and instigate rebellions]
The Northern Demon King’s Army was currently being overwhelmed by the heat wave of over 1,500 degrees and was suffering from the assaults of the Etiquette Education Corps, while the continuous secret whisper of the Revelation Magic led the commanders to fall into corruption one after another, plunging them into persistent uprising.
Their future looked bleak and pathetic, but the mental burden on the Saintesses was no less.
“Utilizing the power of our order that has been accumulated for a long time, if we don’t achieve enough results in this front line and secure followers, our order will face a crisis for decades to come.”
“You must never allow the launch of the Saintess Alliance that seeks to steal our merits and elevate their own names.”
With a hefty sacrifice, the three orders were given the opportunity to send their personnel to the Academy ahead of others.
They must not allow this opportunity to go to waste.
If the late-launching Saintess Alliance swallowed the sacrifices of the Divine Alliance, many believers would fall ill from anger.
“Find out what conditions they agreed upon for the launch ceremony. If those conditions are too sweet, we must check if our order can secretly benefit from it.”
“…”
The politically skilled Pope considered ways to profit even in the midst of it all, having dispatched the Saintesses, but the Saintesses themselves were not envisioning any compromises.
While a secret weapon called “Agassi” was cultivated within the Foundation, they had also fostered a secret weapon called “Saintess” within the order.
From the start, those who had made murder and destruction their trade would not willingly accept twisted plans that would lead them astray.
“What do you two think? I plan to visit the irreverent one who announced the launch of the Saintess Alliance through His Majesty the Emperor first.”
“We’ve also received information that it was Dark Princess Oknodie who requested the Emperor to schedule the launch of the Saintess Alliance ceremony.”
“Since everyone’s wishes align, don’t hesitate and hurry up. Proclamation 8 Chapter 15.”
The three Saintesses sought information on the location of the Dark Princess.
“Excuse me, student over there. Could you tell me where to find Dark Princess Oknodie?”
“To the Netherworld.”
“?”
“I will never forgive that damned girl who stole my blood and made me suffer under Velvet this year…”
Upon hearing Tetraphos’s remark after a long release period, the Saintesses perked up.
“It seems the public opinion about the Dark Princess isn’t great.”
“If her supporters are few, there may be fewer students supporting the launch of the Saintess Alliance as well.”
“Without merit, no one follows. Behold the lonely evil standing alone. Proclamation 9 Chapter 7.”
The trio of Saintesses, now more lively, continued to gather information.
“Excuse me, instructor over there. Can you tell us where to find Dark Princess Oknodie?”
“I want to know that too.”
“Why is that?”
“Because the instructors assigned to the communication room consecutively submitted resignations, and now even the special cases are being handed over to me for some unknown reason. What terrible fate awaits me in the communication room…?”
With Instructor Hitler’s fearful mumblings, the three Saintesses’ eyes gleamed.
“We will help you.”
“There’s no evil that cannot be cut down with a sword.”
“A coward who silently passes by when a righteous person asks for help will never become a saint. Condemnation 5 Chapter 5.”
Instructor Hitler thanked the Saintesses for their mercy and headed to the communication room with them.
For the trio of Saintesses, it looked like a good opportunity to gather information about Oknodie, but as for Instructor Hitler, he wasn’t able to spare a moment to gather any information, as he was far too busy.
-Maximus. Find out what the Saintesses are trying to do at the Academy. The reason your family has supported you when you can’t even advance to fourth year and are on leave is to gather information in times like this.
“No, Father. Didn’t you support me hoping for my future as the next Sword Saint?!”
-Contact me as soon as you find any information.
-Lotto. Find out what the motive behind the Dark Princess’s formation of the Saintess Alliance is.
“I haven’t even seen Oknodie’s face lately…”
-Worthless. Isn’t there a secret recipe from your family to use during such times? Coo the cooking.
“Uh, well… I changed the already family’s vision recipe to one that gives 3 strength experience points last year…”
-Get out and die.
“Mother?!”
The students were unable to hide their bewildered expressions while holding the communication magic tools.
Noble families and huge organizations from all over the world were busily interrogating their children and subordinates at the Academy, inundated with questions about the emergence of the Saintess Alliance. Meanwhile, the communication instructor was overwhelmed with fatigue from eavesdropping and recording the communication contents.
“I’ll collapse from overwork at this rate. Please, Saintesses, bestow your help.”
Instructor Hitler, who expected a light recovery spell to relieve his fatigue, was met with the Swordsman Saintess, who faintly smiled while drawing her sword.
“I have a way.”
“Oh! A recovery spell?”
“Much more effective than that.”
The Swordsman Saintess swung her sword and cleanly cut the power lines.
Amid the flying sparks and screams! the Swordsman Saintess continued her furious sword strikes upon the now-electrified power box.
Barely crawling out of the scorched communication room, a coughing Hitler wore an aggrieved expression.
“What on earth have you done?!”
“All worries vanish when you cut the root of the problem. This is the teaching of the God of Peace, Tranqilo. Etch this convenience into your very being.”
“…”
“Without a communication room, the communication instructor’s duties have vanished as well, right? Since work is gone, let me ask again. Where is Dark Princess Oknodie, and how can we meet her?”
The world is vast and there are many crazy people.
Instructor Hitler sat in stunned silence before it dawned on him.
Those Saintesses who had caused him such misfortune.
A way to take revenge on them.
They wanted to know the place to meet Oknodie, but did not ask if it was safe.
“Oknodie has a class she must attend. Just find that classroom.”
“Who teaches that class?”
“Jonnas Wahyhiemhai.”
Making the encounter between the Butler of Oknodie and the Saintesses a possibility.
