The Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 415

Chapter 120 Machia (3)

From earlier, Frondier had not moved a single step and was looking at him with a relaxed expression.

“F-frontier! Am I threatening myself? Me with something like this…!”

Giotto tries to bluff, but he has no idea what ‘something like this’ really is.

Since he is also a professor of Atlas, he is equipped with the necessary measures and defenses in case of combat situations.

Whether it’s thorns poking at him from all directions or a prison imprisoning him, dozens of spells that can be used to counter them immediately come to mind.

But that’s only when Thorn or Prison is something whose identity is known.

If these black thorns and walls are something that his magic doesn’t work at all.

Giotto clearly resisted Frondier who did this, and Frondier will not forgive him.

And more than anything, it is impossible to read Frondier’s eyes as to what he is planning to do with Giotto.

“That’s right.”

Frontier said:

“W-what?”

“You asked if I was threatening you. You are correct. As expected, the teachers at Atlas have excellent grasp of the situation.”

As he spoke, Frondier sat down. There was no chair behind him, but when he tried to sit down, black things rushed towards him and made a chair for him.

How much calculation is needed to mimic something similar to that using magic? Frondier spoke to Giotto, who was in a state of confusion.

“Monsieur Giotto, which would you prefer: dying socially or just dying? “I’m willing to do both.”

“I, mi, mi, crazy…”

“Like I said before, I want information. But that’s not something you should ‘deal with’ with your teacher. “I have a more efficient way.”

Hiss!

“Huh!”

In an instant, the tip of the thorn reached Giotto’s eyes. It was a speed at which he could not react at all.

“As you said yourself, this is not a deal, this is a threat.”

Frondier tilted his head. Giotto’s fear, trembling, and widened eyes did not seem to be conveyed to Frondier at all.

“You need to tell me everything you know. Don’t think you can just hide it and spit it out. If you have any superficial thoughts that you only need to answer the questions I ask, put it aside right away. I won’t ask anything. But, teacher, you have to talk hard. “After hearing all the information, I will decide on your treatment at that time.”

“Well, you decide then?”

“If you don’t like the information I put out, prepare accordingly.”

“Yes, how could I not like you…!”

Pow!

“Gagging! Cluck, cluck…!”

Giotto was hit by something in the stomach and fell down.

What was it? It wasn’t visible. Did these black things attack? no. There was no sign of them moving. Something very fast, or something invisible.

“Master Giotto.”

A cold voice descends.

“Don’t talk arrogantly.”

“…!”

“You probably don’t know what I mean. “I already have enough patience.”

Giotto’s body was raised. He didn’t stand up. A black wave approached and forced him to stand up.

“I told you to tell me everything. Spit out everything you know, without hiding a single thing, use your brain to search and find out if there’s anything you didn’t mention, pick up even the dust, and spit it all out. That’s how you beg for my life.”

“Huh, huh, huh…!”

Giotto had trouble breathing. I felt frustrated as my body was being held by the black things. This pitch-black space is constricting my throat, and Frondier’s cold gaze is oppressing my lungs.

Giotto’s mouth trembled. So the teeth clashed against each other. In the meantime, Giotto asked.

“Yes, you bastard, what is your identity…!”

I couldn’t bear it without asking.

A stranger from afar. The ability to combine both magic and combat, the way he teaches students, this situation created by revealing Giotto’s secret, things like black dust, eyes and tone that seem to have transformed.

All of this seems to indicate that Frontier is something else.

Frondier’s eyes sank slightly at that.

From the time I was in the Terst Empire until now, I have received many such suspicions. Each time, Frontier was thinking of an appropriate answer.

So Frontier answered.

“I don’t know either.”

* * *

Frondier looked at Lady Achaia with a refreshing smile.

The wife froze for a moment at that sight, then thought.

‘What about other people…?’

The wife turned her eyes to the noble ladies around her for just a moment.

They were calm. Someone who had business with Lady Achaia simply came to say hello. Such a reaction.

Frontier arrived so naturally.

“…Yes, hello.”

The wife tried to maintain her composure and spoke.

Frondier was someone who had been suspected from the beginning, and this timing could not have been a coincidence.

But if we confront Frontier now, this place will be a mess. Lady Achaia doesn’t want that. She came to reveal Carla’s identity, not to destroy Machia.

Frontier probably doesn’t want that either. Above all, there is still no direct evidence to question Frontier.

“I saw you in the teacher’s office the other day.”

“…Oh, yes. It was like that. “It looked ugly back then.”

The wife said as if she was embarrassed.

Of course it was an act, but it was also a warning.

The power used by Frontier at that time. Although he spoke to Lili and Arald as if he did not know his identity, Lady Achaia clearly knew his identity.

Demon power. Frontier used it. This means that Frontier is clearly the devil.

Therefore, he is a person originally related to Color, and there will be a cooperative or hierarchical relationship.

‘…But I have a feeling that power is dangerous.’

The reason why Lady Achaia knows the power of the devil is simple. Because I have experienced it.

But Frontier’s was different. Rather than feeling different in kind, I felt it was different in level.

As for what happened to my wife in the past, I didn’t think she would die no matter how strong the force was.

However, the power that Frontier emitted was clearly thin and pale.

I knew one thing right away.

If this power were given just a little too much, all ordinary people would die.

‘Frondier came to me among all these people. As much as I doubt Kala, Frondier also doubts me.’

So how did you know that?

The answer comes quickly. Arald and Lili. After all, they were on the same team as Frontier.

‘…I’m glad I prepared it just in case.’

But no worries. The wife smiled in remorse.

She rummaged through her purse and took out what looked like a small sticker. This is not a very secret item, and most people know about it.

Lightly attach it to Frontier’s clothes so that no one can see it.

[Frondier, you are the devil, right?]

This is a device that helps you conduct sound.

In essence, electromagnetic waves require quite a high level of difficulty in terms of magic. The stickers my wife put on help with that. Because attaching a sticker accurately specifies the target, much calculation can be omitted. Of course, this is only possible if you understand electromagnetic waves, so if you don’t know anything about it, putting this sticker on is useless.

Frondier looked at his wife for a moment.

As expected, he knows about the power of the devil, and that is why he thinks Frontier is a devil.

Frondier laughed at that.

[Yes.]

A short answer, and the next words came out right away.

[I am the real devil.]

* * *

After being convinced of Kala’s identity, Frondier first met Arald and Lili.

The two were posing as Pielot’s parents, so they were quickly found.

After moving to a place where no one will see. Frontier said:

“As expected, it’s a waste.”

“what?”

“The collar. “It would be a waste to leave it alone.”

Lily’s eyes narrowed at those words.

“Did you like it that much? The collar? After all, you have the looks to easily charm a man, right? Is that it?”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“That’s not the case, as long as men are pretty anyway,”

“It’s strange that Lili is questioning whether or not Carla’s beauty is enough to attract a man.”

“…Oh, huh?”

Lili paused for a moment to understand what Frondier meant.

While she was racking her brain, Frondier continued talking.

“What I regret is about her knowledge.”

“Frondier, are you saying that Kala has the knowledge you need?”

Frondier nodded in response to Arald’s question.

Kala is almost certainly Medusa.

In this world, it would be an unfamiliar name and no one would know, but in the previous world, it would be a very famous and familiar name.

‘If Kala is really Medusa, she would know about Athena and Poseidon.’

Of course, this world does not entirely follow the mythology of the previous world. But looking at Carla’s reaction, it’s clear that the two are related.

In particular, knowing information about Poseidon is more important than anything else for Frondier, who has received a simple quest from him.

It would be better if you could at least know your weaknesses.

‘The only problem is that I am the only one who has this knowledge.’

Frondier glanced at Arald and Lili for a moment.

Kala has the knowledge Frontier needs. That’s true, but it’s impossible to convince these two of that. As long as you don’t talk about the previous world.

So we need to redefine the need for Carla to be an ally:

“Then I guess I should make Carla an ally.”

Arald spoke there.

“…Oh, huh?”

“Isn’t that what you meant?”

“…uh. “That’s right.”

Arald follows Frondier’s will without even asking why. At that sight, Frondier looks at Lili this time.

“What, are you asking me to help you plan a strategy?”

Lili tilted her head. This one is also out of focus.

“…Neither of you asked. “Why do I need a collar?”

Lily said:

“Well, there must be a reason. “Unless you’re possessed.”