The Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 458

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 458

Chapter 127 Selection and Decision (6)

Eriboia.

She, commonly called Lady Achaia, was lost in thought for a moment in the living room of the mansion.

‘Carla’s behavior changed suddenly.’

Even after Machia, she continues to receive reports.

A group of nobles who have come together with the sole purpose of overthrowing the evil hidden within Atlas. As the leader of the group, she has access to all sorts of information related to the color.

However, after Machia, no useful information could be obtained about Kala.

Carla started acting like the president of any other school. He stopped doing all the questionable things.

‘… … Now with a shameless face. Dare to talk about the devil.’

Eriboea quickly became displeased.

Frondia confessed that he was a devil during the Machia. However, Frondia defended Carla, saying that she was human.

Of course, Eriboia didn’t believe it. She thought they were both devils anyway.

However, after Frontier’s warning during Machia, all signs that Kala was a demon disappeared.

Carla no longer approached the man targeting him or disappeared from Atlas. His strange prying eyes about the devil also disappeared.

Considering the timing, it would be obvious that Frontier gave some kind of order. This is clear evidence that he and Carla have a completely superior-subordinate relationship.

‘Frondier spoke as if he had great information. Information that could be fatal even to me. But what is that?’

Mrs. Eriboia is a person who has lived with connections as her weapon. Of course, this is because her own ability to maintain those connections is excellent.

She is up to date with the times, sensitive to information, knows how to use it, and is adept at getting people on her side.

But that’s exactly where Frondi hit the nail on the head.

Eriboia has connections everywhere. She also holds a secret or two that her high-ranking nobles would never want discovered. Of course, blowing it up won’t improve the situation in Eriboia. Because she explodes together.

But what if someone who would be harmless, like a fire across the river, had the same level of information as her? Or something even more lethal than her?

‘That face, expression, mood. There must be something.’

There’s no way he could say something so confident and bold just with bravado. As Eriboia was preparing her plan, he went alone into the middle of the group and threatened her. This is impossible without a significant amount of support.

“I’m home.”

Just then, her son Ajax opened the front door and came in.

“Mother, what are you doing?”

“… … .”

“mother?”

Eriboea looked at Aias in silence for a moment.

If she has changed, so has her son Ajax.

Although she doesn’t tell Aias, Eriboea is actually hearing roughly how her son is evaluated within the Atlas.

This is information that can be easily obtained without any need for spying or wiretapping, as Ajax is so famous.

Although his skills are unparalleled, he turns his power into a blindfold and walks around with his eyes closed.

It is a neat expression of the world’s evaluation. It is so neat that it actually breaks the heart of his mother, Eriboia.

“Aias, it’s vacation now, was it worth attending the first semester?”

“… … sure.”

Ajax answered normally, not knowing whether the question was intended or not.

Originally, Ajax was kind to Eriboea. Among his mother and father, relatives with whom he frequently communicated, and families of high-ranking nobles or equivalents, Ajax was always polite.

It’s not something you do recklessly anywhere.

It was also the appearance of a coward who only showed arrogance where there was no strong person, but it also meant that he knew better than anyone that his strength would not work at the professional level or higher.

But Ajax had changed. It was still difficult to say what had changed, but Eriboia had recently read something different in Ajax’s eyes.

As if to prove it, the bad reputation of Ajax has decreased significantly recently. Instead, he did not play in a place where he could show off his talent.

Simply put, Ajax is not moving in any direction right now. Whether that is a good thing or a bad thing, Eriboia does not know yet. Perhaps Ajax himself does not know either.

“yes. Do you have any vacation plans? “I decided to go somewhere with my friends.”

“Well, nothing in particular.”

The answer is exactly as Eriboia expected. Ajax is popular, but he has no friends. There are many people who volunteer to be his friends, but there is no one who can truly be his friend.

Most people who approach him are looking at the Achaia family or trying to get a kick out of him, who is promising for the future.

Eriboea’s eyes sparkled there.

“What about that guy named Pierlot?”

“… … “Pielot?”

Ajax’s expression suddenly frowned. Her face said she didn’t want to even think about it.

This is it. The reaction that Eriboia wanted. It was the first time that Ajax had reacted like that just by hearing the name of someone his age. It meant that Ajax had a special meaning to him. It wasn’t just that he was amused by his son’s reaction.

“I saw that kid, and he seemed fine.”

“Mom, I never really talked to you about that guy.”

“Mom, you know just by looking in the eye. “You saw her in the teacher’s office too.”

“… … Can you say you saw that? “He hated it so much back then.”

Ajax remembered the time when Eriboea had caused a scene in the teacher’s office, and the inside of his cheekbones became cold.

Of course, the reason Eriboea thinks highly of Pielot is because he is a peer whose skills surpass Ajax’s.

That also seems to be a big gap. For Aias, it must be a refreshing shock since this is his first time meeting him.

‘Somehow I feel like Ajax’s change is thanks to that child.’

The flow of logic unfolds perfectly in Eriboia’s head. A transfer student who is more skilled than Ajax. Ajax is stimulated by him.

He thought that he couldn’t stay like this, so he threw away his arrogance and entered the stage of moving forward anew. That’s why Ajax is currently at a standstill. In other words, he is preparing for a higher leap.

Yes, that’s right. The boy named Pierlot seemed honest the last time I saw him. He’s never shown any unnecessary pride or arrogance since he was born. He’s a boy with honesty and humility in his nature. Ajax needs a friend like that.

‘There are worst cases like Mr. Frontier, but you have to be at the level of Atlas to meet a child like Pielot. ‘I wish Ajax would stay away from that teacher and meet more friends like Pielot.’

Eriboia thought.

Frontier spouted out the absurd idea of ​​wanting to create a ‘society where demons and humans coexist.’

Of course I don’t think that’s true.

However, if that is the ostensible reason for having one of his subordinates as the president of Atlas, he would not do something unnecessary to a student.

Meanwhile, Aias, who was scratching his head for a moment, said.

“… … Well, actually, I thought we’d train together. With Pierlot.”

“Oh my, really?”

Eriboia was surprised. If they were going to train together, doesn’t that mean that one of them made the suggestion? It doesn’t matter which one it is. It just means that there was an opportunity for them to become close.

Of course, the truth is that we just happened to be taking classes together in the magic swordsmanship class.

“But that didn’t happen. We ended up training separately, and we went out to play during the vacation.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Where are you going to play?”

“They said they were going to the capital.”

capital. Come to think of it, this kid named Pielot was a transfer student. If he comes from a place outside of Atlas, he may have a romantic interest in the capital.

‘That could be true. Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since our family went out to play with Ajax. Let’s take this vacation as an opportunity to go somewhere,’

While Eriboea was thinking like that,

“… … Come to think of it,”

A quiet voice flowed from Ajax’s mouth as if something had occurred to him.

“It was just around that time that Teacher Frontier went on vacation.”

“what?!”

“yes yes?”

“Bah, baba, what did you just say? Aias?”

Eriboia suddenly panicked. She was so panicked that even Ajax panicked.

“P, Pierlot is going to the capital?”

“No, then!”

“P, Mr. Frontier?”

“You, you, why do you call that person teacher!”

“Then call me teacher or something else!”

Oh, that’s right.

There, Eriboia finally calms down. She asks again.

“The Frontier teacher’s vacation date is the same date as Pielot’s going to the capital?”

“Oh, no, I don’t know if it’s the exact same date. “It’s not even clear whether the teacher is on vacation or not.”

“Then why did you think he was taking a vacation? No, how did you know that teacher’s schedule in the first place?”

“You said you were training with Pielot. “That’s Teacher Frontier’s class.”

“You! Are you even taking lessons from that person?!”

“Of course I will! Because you are my teacher! Why have you been like that since a while ago?”

Oh, right.

Eriboea shook her head.

“Yeah, yeah. “Keep talking.”

“Even during the vacation, I have separate lessons from Professor Frondia, and he told me that there won’t be any classes for the time being. I just thought that it overlapped with the news that Pierrot was going to the capital.”

Eriboia’s head was spinning.

I was glad that you were getting along well with Pierlot, but there’s an ominous demon called Frondia involved in that friendship? You’re not training together, but rather learning from Frondia?

Besides, the date when classes were suspended overlaps with Pierlot’s schedule for going to the capital?

“… … Ajax, is there anything to do with Pielot and Teacher Frondier?”

“Well, well, I don’t know. Rather, it seemed like there was a relationship between Basileo and Professor Frondia.”

Eriboea’s head accelerated rapidly.

Pierlot is going to the capital to play, and Frondia is canceling class around that time.

This is just a coincidence that doesn’t make much sense. During the vacation, most students go on vacation, and many of them go to the capital to have fun.

Teachers would naturally want to rest if they don’t have work days. Rather, it’s strange that they have been teaching up until now during the vacation period.

So Pielot and Frontier have nothing to do with each other.

There is no connection,

‘… … After all, it could be… … .’

Eriboia, the place where Pierlot goes to play, is very on my mind.

This is similar to saying that if it’s a gamble with a less than 1% chance of losing, you’ll definitely take it, but if the price you’ll pay for losing is too high, like your life, you’ll hesitate.

If Frondia and Pierlot have some kind of relationship, and Frondia is the one heading to the capital, Pierlot ends up following her.

And if Frondier’s purpose is to convey information that is literally a lifeline to Eriboia to high-ranking nobles or the King of Palma.

‘It’s far from here to the capital. If it’s a phone, there’s a risk of being tapped, and if it’s a letter, the conversation won’t be proper. Meeting in person is the best way to convey information.’

Moreover, being far is only a disadvantage before departure, but once Frondier arrives at the capital, the disadvantage becomes an advantage.

If Eriboia finds out that Frondia is arriving at the capital too late, Eriboia will have to sit by and let whatever Frondia does there happen.

“… … Ajax.”

“yes yes.”

Eriboea smiled brightly.

“Let’s go to the capital too. “I haven’t been able to go anywhere recently, but sometimes I have to go on a family trip.”

At those words, the corner of Ajax’s eye wrinkled.

“… … Why the capital?”

“just?”

“Can’t we go somewhere else?”

“why? Do you hate the capital? “It’s not a place you can go that often.”

It’s not that I hate it. Rather, I like it.

Atlas is an educational institution that is called the pride of Palma and is fully equipped. However, it cannot compare to the splendor of the capital. It is a place to serve the king. That alone makes the sights and food abundant.

But for no particular reason,

‘… … ‘Why do I feel so bad?’

I really don’t want to go to the capital. Just this time.

I don’t know if it’s instinct or intuition. A nauseating and ominous feeling I felt when watching the sparring between Glaucus and Pielot. Are you feeling it again?

… … I think it’s a little different.

* * *

Frontier’s meeting was coming to an end.

With most everything in order, Arald asked.

“Poseidon isn’t real. Is that all you need to confirm?”

“No, we also need to check Aphrodite and Hera. There’s a high chance that they’re not gods either.”

“How do I check? “If they were really evil, they wouldn’t show themselves carelessly.”

“It doesn’t matter whether they come out or not.”

Frondier’s eyes sank.

“If they were really demons impersonating gods, they would have definitely made a contract. So all you have to do is meet two humans who claim to have received the divine powers of Hera and Aphrodite.”

A third party cannot distinguish between God and the devil.

However, at least the person who signed the contract will know. What did he contract with?

If I had met a demon, I would have definitely made a contract. Not everyone would have made a stupid contract like Antero where they would forget their memories.

Lily asked.

“What if I meet those people? I don’t think they’ll tell me easily.”

“I’ll tell you the hard way.”

“──Okay. I won’t ask any more questions. Do what you want.”

Lili felt a familiar eerieness in Frondier’s voice and took a step back.

Frondier took his hand off the desk.

Everything is ready.

Carla said after looking at it for a moment.

“Antero is a knight of the kingdom. If he holds a grudge, it will be a big problem.”

“Whatever he does, it’s going to be smaller than what we’re trying to stop.”

“Well, that’s right.”

Carla nodded.

I’m slowly getting used to Frontier’s way of thinking.

I didn’t want to do that.

“Okay then.”

Frondier raised his head. Everyone was in his field of vision.

Of course, Pielot and Basileo were there.

“Let’s go. To the capital.”

fantasy,