Chapter 170
Chapter 170
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 170
Chapter Title: 18. What Did I Do? (2)
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There are professional skills you learn in the Evil Organization.
Namely, tracking and evasion!
And as an instructor, I had mastered those skills perfectly, and I taught them to my trainee punks.
I set up all sorts of scenarios, prepared variables, and trained them to track and evade calmly without panicking even in real situations.
And that training.
"You're here."
My disciple, who had grown up so splendidly, was using it on me.
"How?"
"I merely put Master's teachings into practice."
He was panting, but the way he swept back his bangs was annoyingly cool—it was a fact.
The gods must definitely include a hero's looks in their scoring!
- I doubt it.
- No, it has to be. It's the model representing him! His face has to be part of the hero score!
Even the gods favored looks-based elitism!
- It's just in your head, Master...
The iron bat didn't seem to accept it, but I was convinced.
All the first disciples who escaped the organization after becoming heroes were handsome!
- As a villain, aren't you proud of raising three heroes? Now they've become the hero party!
- Damn?
I had no choice but to shut my mouth at the blunt fact that hit me out of nowhere.
"Daddy... that uncle's here again..."
"Uh, uncle?"
In the meantime, the daughter spoke, and the hero seemed shocked too.
"He's not an uncle...? Daddy said if a weird guy keeps following, yell 'There's a stalker here!'"
"Stalker!"
"Or a lolicon?"
"No!"
"Eek! The pervert's yelling!"
The daughter let out a short scream and quickly hid behind me.
The cat and Kkoko eyed the hero suspiciously at her actions.
"N-No, I'm not..."
He seemed greatly shocked by the contempt in the eyes of the daughter and the two animals.
One well-raised daughter taking down a hero!
- Worth teaching her sharp tongue, huh?
- People really need to master verbal combat basics.
It's not for nothing that there's a saying about repaying a debt of a thousand nyang with a single word.
And doesn't it show up often in comics?
Protagonists turning yesterday's enemies into today's allies with their words!
Our daughter could turn yesterday's enemies into today's love interests with her perfect sharp tongue.
"Good girl, our daughter. You remembered well."
"Yeah. And if a creepy uncle keeps following, call the nearby guard uncle!"
"Disciple, if you don't want to be a pervert hero, get away from my daughter now."
"Master..."
The hero looked at me and my daughter with weary eyes.
"Should I?"
"No."
I could overlook it for myself, but not for staring at our daughter like that.
I sent the iron bat forward, and he averted his gaze on his own.
- Sending a delicate girl in front of an evil(?) hero!
- All the delicate girls are dead?
To reiterate, it's guaranteed maximum toughness with auto-repair. If that's delicate, there wouldn't be much material left in the world.
"I'll protect little bro!"
"Sis, beat the pervert hero three times!"
"Leave it to me!"
"Wait, I didn't do anything?"
As if. He chased after us desperately all the way here.
"Sage..."
"Yeah?"
I was leisurely watching the hero and iron bat's pursuit when the priest approached me, shedding tears.
But before that.
"Sage?"
"Yes, I heard from the hero. The sage who refuses to appear in the secular world..."
Fitting for my disciple.
Turning an Evil Organization instructor into a sage.
I wanted to meet the Nature God who picked this guy.
No decent candidates for hero these days? Picking a con artist like this!
"I'm not a sage."
"You don't have to be so humble. I know all about Sage's abilities from the hero."
His eyes sparkled burdensome as he looked at me, so the hero must have sold the story well.
- Just like Master's disciple!
- Hey, hit him three more times.
- Got it!
I left the fleeing hero to the iron bat and decided to grill this priest.
"Being called a sage is too much. I don't know enough. Just call me by name."
"Understood, Naruan."
The title change succeeded, but the burdensome gaze lingered.
"I don't know what he told you, but I'll explain everything... Huh?"
I thought if he fell for the hero's tales, I'd fool him easily, but suddenly the priest clutched his chest and grimaced.
"The Nature God... an oracle..."
"Again?"
The elf woman slightly behind frowned.
The trembling priest avoided my gaze for the first time and relayed the oracle.
"It's an oracle. Not my opinion, the Nature God's will!"
Unlike a proper priest insisting it wasn't his will, he repeatedly emphasized it differed from his own.
And.
"D-Don't... p-pull... stunts."
"Pull stunts?"
"D-Don't... p-play... tricks..."
"Tell me exactly."
I asked for a precise answer at the tiny mumble.
"Ugh..."
The priest squeezed his eyes shut and yelled.
"The Nature God says don't pull any stunts!"
"Huh?"
"Don't pull stunts!"
I watched the priest blush in shame, mumbling 'God, why give me this trial.'
"Cultist maybe..."
"No."
His expression said it'd be better if it were, so I couldn't speak further.
- As expected of divine insight! Seeing through Master's stunts in advance!
- Damn!
I should've known when he picked my disciple as hero.
Impressive, Nature Goddess!
"The God says... since I won, keep the promise."
"Hmm..."
Honestly, I didn't know if I could endure the iron bat's hits.
I promised assuming victory, but lost.
Damn, then.
"When did I promise?"
"Huh?"
I tilted my head at the flustered priest.
"Got proof?"
Why else carry five pricey Geass Rolls?
Sure, I faked ledgers in the organization to buy extras, quite risky.
But why get Geass Rolls!
Because they're the world's ultimate contract created by the Creation God—even remaining gods can't refuse.
No scams possible before this contract.
...Of course, since it wasn't my money, I used them freely!
"You definitely said so!"
"Eh, I don't remember."
"L-Liar!"
Oral contracts have no force if denied.
No proof!
"And here's the proof!"
"Huh?"
I stared blankly at the small item he pulled out.
"A watch?"
"A magic tool."
Click—the watch emitted light.
- Endure five minutes instead... and travel with us.
- Fine.
- Fi... ve mi... nutes... done.
"Thanks to Hero, I always secure proof!"
What did this priest suffer from the Nature God and hero to carry video magic tools for evidence?
What ordeal makes a priest hunt proof like this!
"What the hell..."
Like a dog!
- Caught the hero?
- Haven't seen him in ages, so beating him extra for souvenir?
- Kill him.
Thud thud and squeak squeak echoed from the corner.
Damn, candids by a priest? Never imagined!
"Proof's here. Join us now?"
"That's..."
The sudden counter left me speechless.
I, who lived half my life on words!
Silenced by the symbol of innocence, a priest!
Even princesses couldn't shut me up in my later years!
From gods to heroes to priests unsettling me.
Strong, Nature Church!
"Sorry, but."
"No need to hear. It's decreed by Nature God's oracle! I must obey!"
Then why ask till now?
"So come with us, Naruan!"
"Daddy, that guy's weird..."
My daughter tugged my collar from behind.
"That's a fanatic species. If you meet ones like him, run hard."
I whispered today's trivia to my daughter.
"Yeah, got it."
She nodded, understanding.
"What are you..."
"Just taught our cute daughter some common sense."
"Yes..."
He looked uncomfortable but let it slide.
"Now, keep your promise."
"Or?"
"You'll be enemy of all churches."
Serious face, but similar situations already, so not impactful.
Fleeing strongest empire—adding churches a problem?
- It will be.
- Duh.
In past life, biblical tales alone had most believing religion, sparking wars.
But here, gods wield power directly.
Different gods believed, but none unbelievers.
All beings—human,异族, demons—believe gods.
"What's the reason?"
"Can't tell."
Personal, no—gods' will.
"Then no choice."
"Glad you understand."
He's just caught in middle, getting flak everywhere.
No need to torment.
"Ar, beat him till he spills reason."
"Okay!"
"Ughhh!"
"Hero?!"
So beat the one who knows.
"Uwaaaah!"
"Spill!"
"Sage! Too harsh on disciple?"
"We've always been like this." Only changes: trainee became hero, wooden bat to iron bat.
Otherwise, past and present same.
"I'll spill. Ow! S-Stop hitting!"
"Let him talk and I can't vent?"
"Y-You devil..."
Hero spat defamation-worthy words at devils, spilling all truth.
"Singularity?"
"Y-Yes..."
Handsome face drooling pathetically as he collapsed.
Priest cast holy magic beside, futile.
Already 100% recovered.
"I'm not some hell-mode player on floor 60."
Summary: Gods see all beings secretly, but not me—so placing eyes on me.
Can't talk freely.
Who'd accept blatant surveillance!
"Got it. If so, I'll accept."
"Thanks!"
Right here.
- Master, perv?
- All part of big picture.
If all gods hound this priest.
Defy and run—they might call nearby heroes.
Then real end!
So reassure with these, then.
- Bolt when most relaxed!
- Ooh!
Perfect plan.
But I missed one flaw.
My disciple knew me too well.