[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero":3,"chapter-i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-chapter-127":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Became the Academy’s War Hero",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1531784,1990,"Chapter 127 : Collision (4)","i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-chapter-127",127,"\u003Cp>Chapter 127: Collision (4)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>31st, 6 PM, Saint Dominico Cathedral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archbishop Dominico let out a stifled sigh, his impatience plainly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…This is driving me insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had given orders not to report until the victory announcement was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, not a single message for over ten hours?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze remained fixed on the evening newspapers spread across his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They contained nothing but near-rumor-level reports based on witness accounts from near the scene—but he understood it better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they wanted wasn’t the truth. It was gossip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a bit of chatter to spice up their dull, exhausting daily lives—that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter who won, it had nothing to do with them—those were the kind of people they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was the state religion, Dellowell was, in reality, treated almost like a separate ordinance from the Orthodox Church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most citizens of the Empire probably didn’t even consider this a matter of the Orthodox Church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there were some who did—but their numbers were small. The Empire was overflowing with people who were believers in name only.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So in the end, only the result mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much criticism they received, no matter how much disgrace piled up—as long as they won, that was all that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then even those who protested and complained would fall silent as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because history is written by the victors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then why the hell is there no report yet?!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At most, he had expected it to take eight hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy were merely researchers from a weak Magic Tower with no experience in war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might be good at writing books, publishing papers, and attending academic exchanges—but in combat, they would be useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other hand, his side consisted of veterans among veterans who had participated in countless Holy Wars. In both experience and combat power, there should have been no comparison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was only logical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why was there still no answer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the enemy anticipated the ambush and hidden their main force in advance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—that would have warranted a report long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What the hell are they doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to endure it any longer, Dominico placed his hand over the orb—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that very moment, light suddenly filled the dark orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, the long-awaited report from Dellowell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Peregrine! My apologies for the delay, Archbishop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dominico almost barked at him for the delay but instead let out a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Fine, just report. What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah—yes! The enemy has retreated inside the main tower and begun a defensive stand, but we expect to crush them soon! Some of them have already surrendered and declared themselves prisoners!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, it’s proceeding as planned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! There’s no need to worry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is your limit, you arrogant children of Mastema.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much you struggle, you’re no match for us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even verifying the truth, Dominico burst into hearty laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, seemingly satisfied, he credited his subordinate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well done, Director of the Inquisition. This victory owes much to you. I’ll consider recommending a ceremony for a medal of honor to the Imperial Court.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I-I am honored!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It should take another five or six hours, at most. If necessary, we can even cancel the main force’s deployment. It wouldn’t look good to gang up on the weak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah—ah, of course! You are absolutely right!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then finish things up and report again. Good work, Director.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! Thank you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the flow of mana was cut off, the orb’s light faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Flavia Cathedral, Heinrich Peregrine covered his face with both hands and let out a string of sighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Damn it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have predicted things would turn out like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I never expected those bastards to hold out this well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he continued muttering to himself, a voice he didn’t recognize asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you report a falsehood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betty Scarletwood, Executor of Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The enemy has neither retreated nor surrendered. On the contrary, we are the ones faltering due to greater-than-expected losses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing with her hands neatly clasped, she pressed him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the Archbishop learns of this, you won’t escape punishment either, Director.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At her gaze—brimming not only with certainty but also arrogance—Heinrich scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha, these Executors really are arrogant, the lot of you….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning back against a pew, he replied brazenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what, if I told the truth, would anything change? Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think he’d praise me for being honest or something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Then what do you intend to do? You didn’t make a false report without a plan, did you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Heinrich fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betty turned her gaze outside the cathedral and continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you know your enemy and yourself, you’ll win every battle. If the enemy’s strength exceeds our expectations, then the best course is to adjust accordingly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes gleamed with battle intent and killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deploy the main force immediately. I will personally end those demons’ lives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was going to do that even if you didn’t say it! Why are you acting so confident about something obvious?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, were you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arrogant brat who doesn’t even know her place…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, my apologies. It seems I failed to fully appreciate your foresight, Director.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Executor bowed her head slightly, smiling calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll take that as confirmation and excuse myself. There’s much to prepare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step, step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she left—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinrich abruptly stood and kicked the podium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a crash, it toppled over, the loud noise echoing throughout the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, exactly at 9 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main force, gathered at the same location as the advance party, waited for deployment with heavy expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Director of the Inquisition appeared, thunderous cheers shook the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Executors at the flanks—Karen Rosefield and Betty Scarletwood—raised their respective weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a deeply rooted evil! Though destined to be destroyed, they still struggle without giving up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinrich slammed his foot repeatedly against the ground, his face far more enraged than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response, the Believers’ footsteps thundered in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If they insist on continuing their sins, then so be it! We will no longer stand by! So long as God is with us, no obstacle shall stand against us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waaaah— Waaaaaah—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, spreading his arms toward the two Executors, veins bulging, he roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Executor of Earth! Executor of Blood! Lead the Believers into battle! Go—and completely cut down the futile struggle of those demons!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response, the two slammed their halberd and greatsword into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWA—BOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the roar and dust settled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They released mana from their entire bodies and declared firmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We depart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true collision had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter, clatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding in a military transport carriage capable of carrying 12 to 20 people, the main force of the Karbenna—Special Task Force alliance advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estimated arrival time: between 11 PM and midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Mallet side was still holding out well, it would likely become quite a battle even after they joined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That is… if the Executors don’t go overboard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dale Wedmeyer stared into the air with a worried expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frederick Lake, sitting across from him, crossed his arms and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t expect it to be easy, Dale. Now that even the students are involved, defeat isn’t an option.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know, I know. I was just saying—stop nitpicking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not something you should say, considering you’re the one who always nitpicks first, hm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged faint chuckles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way… I was quite surprised, Dale.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your participation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t think someone representing the pro-Bernhardt faction would support this fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As proof—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s not a single other participant here who could be called pro-Bernhardt, is there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sensitive topic arose, subtle glances began to gather around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfazed, Dale continued calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s what you mean, isn’t it? That Bernhardt would want Karbenna to lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that the case? You lost face at the summit, failed to reach an agreement—and now a third force is trying to enter the power struggle. Why would the first power welcome that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On the surface, perhaps.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a puzzling answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Frederick tilted his head, Dale lowered his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say blood doesn’t lie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What are you getting at?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bernhardt, as it stands, is closer to a corporation than a family. What drives them is profit and future value—not outdated emotions or personal relationships.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re saying… Bernhardt could cut ties with Dellowell? With the Orthodox Church?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it makes more money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if she denies it, the Chairwoman is still of Bernhardt blood. She’s already calculating, instinctively, what choice she needs to make.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I have no reason to oppose her forever. Circumstances change, my friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a strangely convincing sophistry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two fell silent, the carriage once again became deathly quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In another carriage, Walter Clark and Eric Belfor were quietly conversing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… that feels like a stretch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think so too, but at least that’s what was being discussed internally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their topic was the future of the Special Task Force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In any case, restructuring the entire defensive line is inevitable. I only heard this late through a contact, but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belfor continued with a troubled expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say strengthening the forces in Benamaur is unavoidable. Recently, three corps commanders went to the Imperial Court to negotiate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…And what did the Imperial Court say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know, but what do you think? Of course they refused. Said there’s no room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that’s their usual response, so whatever…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if Dellowell loses this war, there’s no telling whether the military will continue to tolerate it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What, are you saying they’d stage a coup?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably not that far… but they might try changing who they serve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyway, we need to win first. There’s too much at stake in this battle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walter nodded, then raised a small question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…How did Carter even predict all of this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Belfor had no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Who knows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one had to guess, it might be insight gained during his long seclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps there was someone behind the scenes pushing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no clear evidence for either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And he’s not the kind of guy who’d give you a straight answer even if you asked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their conversation drifted to other topics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chatting for over an hour, they turned their attention toward the murmuring outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, the destination of their journey came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Hey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That… isn’t that the main tower of Mallet…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The main tower… yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walter blinked in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several massive wooden pillars—five or six of them—had pierced straight through the side of the main tower.\u003C\u002Fp>",1766,"2026-06-06T06:11:51.613Z",1,"novelbin.me","306fecbc01efbcd007277852a8bb595bce1ed48b1c97c667d379acca7a6634f6","i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-chapter-128","i-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-chapter-126",163,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-became-the-academy-s-war-hero-cover.jpg"]