The Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 569

Episode 569

150 Mistiltein (12)

“You want me to believe that nonsense?”

Pierlot speaks as if he is displeased.

However, Hypnos’ face remains unchanged.

As if he had expected me to say that.

Still, as if nothing had changed.

[Pierrot. Why am I lying to you now? I am only answering your questions.]

“I guarantee that all prophecies will come true…!”

[Last Ragnarok.]

Hypnos interrupted.

[Moirai already knew the outcome at that time.]

“…!”

[Ragnarok failed, the gods won, and made a contract with humans. The Moirai knew this from long ago. The reason humans and giants could not defeat the gods was not a matter of strength. The Moirai, their existence, determined everything.]

“contract…?”

Pierlot asked again at the unfamiliar word. It was the first time he had heard the word contract.

Hypnos said.

[After the gods won over humans, they guaranteed humanity’s survival, but instead made humanity forget all of their past memories. If they had memories, humans and giants would appear who would challenge the gods again. Then they granted divine powers to humans who had potential.]

“That’s the contract?”

[Yes. Now it is called the ‘Human Contract’. It is a contract that made humans need God, forgetting the duality and limitations of God, and relying on them.]

“If you give divine powers to a human with potential, surely that too….”

[Yes. That’s what Moirai tells you.]

That is, Moirai knew everything.

The result of Ragnarok, the human contract, and what kind of talents each person is born with. So the gods go to the humans chosen by the Moirai and grant them divine powers.

This system has continued to modern humans and has created many powerful people, including the Zodiac.

[Pierrot, Moirai’s prophecy is absolute. Stop fighting pointlessly.]

“….”

Pierlot closed his eyes.

He doesn’t know much.

How much of Hypnos’ words were true now, or was it all true or a lie? He was not the type to move to acquire information like Frondia.

“…Even so.”

That is why Pierlot’s thoughts are simple.

“I will cut off the god.”

[…Is that what Frondia wants?]

“no.”

Although Pierlot is Frondier’s disciple, not everything moves according to Frondier’s will.

Rather, Pierlot only showed Frondia an appearance he had not expected.

Even before meeting Frondia, Pierlot was already a genius like no other on the continent.

According to Hypnos, the Moirai and the other gods already knew of Pierot’s talents, and that is why Hypnos chose Pierot.

also,

“Is it true that all you know is that I survive?”

[…all mankind will die. Except you,]

“Then where am I then?”

[….]

Hypnos with his mouth shut.

Pierlot chuckled.

“That went well.”

His momentum is slowly rising.

That look, that posture.

It’s the same as when I fought the demons.

[Pierrot….]

Pierlot had just heard that he was the only one left alive among the human race.

Does that mean I can survive if I abandon everyone and run away?

Dare.

Who dares say such things to anyone?

“Even while I am slaughtering all the gods, I am still alive.”

* * *

The moment I saw Hestia and the unicorn carrying her.

Frontier’s judgment was clear.

“Selena!”

As soon as Frondia called, Selena climbed up behind Hestia and sat on the unicorn’s back.

Hee-ing-!!

The unicorn ran at a fast pace.

If you just look at the speed, the Frontier flies faster.

However, that speed is obviously something Selena cannot keep up with, and it requires a huge burden to use Shadow Transfer continuously.

Conversely, if Selena’s safety is guaranteed, Frontier has no hesitation in moving.

WHEEK!!

Frontier flew into the sky.

A few winged beings blocked his path.

Frondi doesn’t know whether it’s an angel or a god.

Weaving, black cloth

Greatsword encircled with black flames

Crunch—!

For some reason, Frondier started cutting down the things in front of him.

“Kwaaak!”

“Aaah!!”

Frontier, with its front open and moving at high speed, but winged things continue to gather from all sides.

Some of them are blocked by other gods who guard the frontier.

Some others,

Divine Magic

The Power of the Twelve Gods

The realm of the hearth

Access is forbidden by Hestia’s magic.

Flames surrounded Frondia as if guiding it along a single path, and the gods could not pass through the flames.

Hestia’s brazier is not hot. Rather, its original ability is to raise the level of everything contained within it.

However, for those whom Hestia rejects, the hearth has no mercy.

“Damn it!”

Some of them fearlessly cross the realm of flames to test the power of one of the twelve gods.

“Ha! What the! It’s not hot at all,”

And then it falls from the sky.

They were shocked to see their bodies suddenly tilting.

“No, why is this! Ugh!”

And then I soon realized.

He has no wings on his back.

I put my divine power into my body. It’s empty.

I try to raise my body using the aura. It’s no use.

I try to create any magic that comes to mind with mana, but it just makes a crackling sound like a lighter without oil.

“uh…?”

They started to fall like that, not so much.

Hestia follows Frondia on a unicorn, casting a cold gaze at those who fall.

—Don’t cross the line, you rascals.

So they lost their wings, without any great significance.

The moment was so bland and emotionless that it came faster than despair.

Bam! Crunch!

His head hit the ground and was crushed.

With bodies that were less than normal humans, they could not even overcome gravity.

“Frontier!”

“Lady Hestia!”

Frondia matched her pace to Hestia’s voice.

Hestia shouted.

“Hurry up! I can’t hold you back for long!”

“Why are you helping me?”

“I’m not helping you!”

Hestia shook her head.

There was a resolute determination in those eyes.

“I want to put everything back to how it was!”

“…!”

Frondior opened his eyes wide for a moment, then nodded.

He was now heading towards Hestia’s guidance. If his eyes were not deceived, he was now getting closer to Olympus.

“Where are you going?”

“To the top of Olympus!”

“If you say the top, does that mean you’re going to the top of that mountain?”

Hestia nodded.

The summit of Olympus. The true home of the twelve gods.

Frondier asked.

“I came to save my brother! I have to go to Tartarus first.”

“I know! That’s the way to Tartarus!”

The angle of the ground gradually increased. The unicorn was already climbing up the slope at an angle that horses could not walk on without hesitation. Gravity made Selena hold Hestia tighter. It was not something to do to a god, but now that it was here, no one cared.

“The top of Olympus is the road leading to Tartarus?”

“Olympus is a volcano!”

Hestia said.

“Enter the crater of Olympus!”

“…! Then below that!”

“Yes! In the deep darkness that stretches on endlessly, Tartarus is there! Olympus is a huge volcano that spews lava from its depths all the way to the place where the gods reside, connecting the underworld and the world of the gods!”

Frontier nodded.

They cut, burned, and blew away the enemies they encountered as they ascended. Hestia, one of the twelve goddesses. When she made up her mind, nothing below her could stop them.

After running at high speed and also flying, they reached near the top.

Then Hestia said.

“Frontier! Look at me!”

“yes…?”

The moment Frondia inadvertently saw Hestia.

self-

Time has stopped.

‘ah….’

This moment is a moment of awkwardness for Frontier.

When you look into the eyes of God, only God and yourself exist, and all time stops.

The moment when I met Hephaestus, and the moment when I met Hestia before.

“Frontier, listen carefully.”

Hestia spoke in the stopped time.

“From now on, you have to look at the really important past.”

“…Hess….”

When Frondia tried to say something, Hestia shook her head.

It seemed like there was no time to listen.

“In those memories, I was an outsider. I wasn’t trusted by them. So I had no say, and my memories don’t tell the whole story.”

Frontier didn’t know what this meant.

Hestia probably knows too.

“So it’s up to you to decide. How you’re going to take what they did, what decisions you’re going to make, that’s up to you.”

Frontier simply blinked.

These are words you don’t understand now, but when you look back at your memories, you will understand.

“Just remember this: you are not a hero.”

Just before Frondia saw that memory, Hestia’s voice was heard.

“That shouldn’t be the case.”

* * *

In Hestia’s memories.

The first voice I heard was,

“…I don’t like it.”

It was the anxious trembling of a woman.

“This is our world.”

“…Jeanne. This is the only solution.”

And then she heard a voice reassuring her.

I saw the woman who spoke at first.

…Jeanne.

It’s Joan of Arc.

That woman I met at Mangot. That must be it.

Jeanne shook her head at someone’s words.

“This is wrong.”

Jeanne had a sad look on her face. She quickly turned her gaze towards everyone.

Yes, all of them.

There were a lot of people gathered here.

I see faces I know.

Joan of Arc, Sigurd, Bellerophon, Roland, the Archmage Merlin,

…even King Arthur.

In one era, people who could not be in one space at the same time gathered together and talked.

“Were we fighting against God to bring in innocent people and make them suffer?”

“…This magic is the last great magic that Merlin has used to gather all of humanity’s knowledge. If we miss this opportunity, we will never be able to save humanity again.”

“Does everyone think so?”

Jeanne asked everyone’s opinion.

I was also included in that gaze.

Perhaps I am seeing Hestia’s vision right now.

Hestia was among these many heroes.

“Are you really going to bring someone from another world and put him at risk of dying?”

I understood what Jeanne said.

This is my story.

Not ‘Frontier de Roach’,

It was a memory of what became of ‘me’.