The Goddess Made A Mistake Again

I see Lazarus standing before the academy in a disheveled state.

Looking at his outfit, I saw there were fire marks and many cuts on it. He was taking deep breathes like a rabid dog and his eyes looked overly angry. It was as if this guy walked straight out of a fire fight and came running here.

Seeing him standing there, still in one piece, I think, 'Did the plan fail?'

…

A Few Minutes Ago Before The Explosion…

Lazarus was in his usual outfit with a casual blue shirt and pants comfortable enough for the heat. He was walking towards the marketplace, intending to buy groceries that would cost less at this time.

Lazarus wasn't a cheap guy. He was just safe with the way he spends his money.

Especially with what happened to his reputation a few months ago, he was tight on money.

Being kicked out of the army wasn't enough for his reputation to get stained but he was also accused of lies that he never committed inside the academy.

Lazarus knew he wasn't a good guy. He had done numerous things in his soldier days that would shook the normal populous to their core. But he also did those because he loved his kingdom.

So even if he was disgraced and kicked out because of a whore queen, he didn't mind it. His friend… who really wasn't that good of a friend, invited him to the royal academy to teach.

It was surely a shocker to him who was an expert in torture and killing. What was he going to teach the children anyway… How to use a knife to get information out of someone in 28 ways?

Still, he accepted seeing he had nothing left anyway.

No family, no friend and no love.

At first, it was greatly annoying for him as the students were just a bunch of male bitches moaning about how everything was so hard and all. He was now sure that the normal village soldiers he instructed before had more balls than this group of elite nobility.

Still he enjoyed the time breaking their bones and installing real education the hard way.

But that too went away when he was suddenly accused of crimes he didn't do. Sure it wasn't nowhere near the things he did, but Lazarus didn't like it when he was wrongfully accused of doing things to kids with middle school level brains.

Before he could even fight back, he was kicked out. But Lazarus didn't give up hope, his friend brought him back once more. But Lazarus wasn't satisfied with just that.

He was going to take care of the guy who framed him… and all roads pointed to this one motherfucker called Henry Van Tax.

He didn't know who this guy really was, but he knew the Tax name… especially Agrave Van Tax. Lazarus was 99.9% sure that tall fucker with the Tax name was the culprit.

But even after confronting the fucker, he didn't show any weakness. The guy even double downed and fought him only to use that trick against Lazarus. Again, he was saved by his friend… Oh, how humiliating it was for him.

So with no evidence on hand and being strictly put on hold by his friend, Lazarus could only think for a way to beat that bastard.

"Pom!"

Seeing a flashing light, Lazarus looked up and saw a firework. Then with that, a few more came and lit the sky.

"Hmm… it's that day." Lazarus looked, his eyes bored out of mind, "Victorious Ascendance Day."

He snickered with mock laughter, "What kind of victory have we achieved that it's all gone under that succubus whore."

"Hey, mister!"

Lazarus looked down and saw the vegetable boy, giving him some money, "Here's your change. What were you talking about again? Boorish whore, right?"

"Shut it brat! You're still drinking your mother's milk to say such a word!" Lazarus reprimanded that boy but it didn't seem the boy minded it.

"My mom's been dead for a long time. Besides I'm a real man, mister. I can curse and insult people as I like." He said puffing up his small chest.

Lazarus almost gave out a smile, "You remind me of me, when I was young."

"Mister, you too spy on your landlady then!"

"Fucking shut up bra-" Lazarus was about to reprimand the boy once more, when he saw the ground lit up in bright yellow.

He's eyes took instant notice and widened as he warned the boy, "DUCK!"

"BOOM!"

An ear deafening sound and fiery attack hit him all around, causing him to fly back and lose his mind. When Lazarus got up, he saw what he expected to see.

A burned down area with flames roaring about and eating away everything.

The only reason Lazarus survived was because he was at the far end of the attack and his physic was strong.

"Hm!"

Lazarus thought about one thing and looked towards the vegetable stand. But the light in his eye dimmed when he saw the boy's arm stretching out from under a large piece of wall. Blood smashed around the place.

Lazarus sighed… another worthless death. The boy was what… maybe 8 or 9 years old.

He got up and searched through the torrent of flames, a way back home. Ignoring the calls for help, he directly went to his own home… a normal house, with only two rooms.

The other one vacant as always.

But something surprised him today.

"Hm? What is that?"

In the room that was always vacant, there was a bag on the floor.

Going to the bag, he saw a tag on the front that wrote 'A Gift, From your least favorite student.'

Thinking of it as some kind of prank from the academy brats, he destroyed the tag to pieces and was about to do the same with the bag. But he's curiosity got to him and Lazarus opened it.

And that was his mistake.

"What! How are these here?!"

Inside the bag were a lot of Sigmat Crystals.

Normally anyone would have been excited to see this but Lazarus wasn't. Because at one corner, there was a small bag filled with black powder.

If anyone had a semblance of intelligence, they would know that the bombing a few moments ago and this bag had the same connection.

Someone was trying to fame him!

Knowing this, Lazarus tried to destroy the bag but unfortunately he was late.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The door flung open and many guards wearing top of the quality armor pointed their weapons at him.

"This is the majesties royal guards!"

They said and the guy in the front immediately took notice of the bag and its contents.

"So it is true then!"

"Lazarus Blackshot, you are accused of high treason for bombing your own kingdoms capital. Give up and face justice!"

Lazarus at that moment knew, excuses or the truth won't matter. They caught him with hard evidence, he's life was as good as dead.

So he did the thing that came first in his mind, Lazarus threw a small ball towards the guards, causing black smoke to erupt and disrupt the guards. Then quickly he ran and broke through his window, running for the streets.

"Cough Cough!"

"Do not let that criminal escape! After him, guards!" With that the pursuit begin.

Lazarus ran and ran, even though he was already tired and injured from the bombing itself. In his disheveled self, he could only think of that tag and think about who framed him.

Without even knowing it himself, he came to the academy and saw the one person he knew had framed him right now.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

"I'm going to kill you today!"