The Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 481

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 481

Episode 132: Golden Apple (2)

The scene reflected in Fili’s eyes was just a moment.

“… … ah!”

Thud, the sound of the wind blowing.

Phil lost his strength for a moment and collapsed.

“majesty!”

Malia was surprised and lowered her posture next to her.

Fili raised his hand and appealed that he was okay. Actually, there was nothing wrong with his body.

Just just.

“… … “Malia.”

Fili looked at Malia.

Now Fili is lying down, but in the future Fili saw, Malia was sitting down.

The tear-stained face was vivid even though it was only for a moment.

“… … ? Why is that, Your Majesty?”

Malia feels puzzled by Fili’s expression. Of course she doesn’t know what the situation is.

Phil bit his lip.

‘… …Who was it?’

It was definitely Malia who was crying. I must have observed the future by looking at Malia.

But the man fell down.

I’m not sure who he is.

‘It was just too short. ‘I should have looked straight!’

Although Fili had sensed and used foresight, he had never seen foresight of this magnitude.

This is the true flowering of ability. The first one.

He was uncharacteristically embarrassed and couldn’t identify the man who had fallen.

‘If you think about the situation, it’s probably Frontier… … .’

Malia has a kind and gentle personality, but she doesn’t tend to cry a lot. In terms of the strength of her mind, she is no less than her husband, Ampere.

If Malia is crying in front of someone, they must have a very close relationship.

Not only was he a man with black hair, but he was also someone who could make Malia cry so desperately.

The first person who comes to mind is his son, Frondior de Roach.

‘… … Frontier?’

But the fundamental question that Phil feels is:

Frontier dies?

‘I can’t imagine.’

No matter how strong Frontier is, he cannot avoid death. Philly knows that too.

But even so, Philly can’t accept it easily.

‘… … Then what about Atji? No, that makes even more sense.’

If Fili’s belief is that Frondia will not die, then Atjie’s case is Fili’s rational judgment.

Frontier is in an overwhelmingly more dangerous situation than Azier.

The first reason is that they are under threat from the gods, the second is that they are not on this continent, and the third is that Frondia himself is setting foot in the most dangerous place.

Compared to that, Atjie is safe enough. This is even more true when you consider Atjie’s skills.

“… … Sorry, Malia. “I guess I was tired these days.”

Fili shook his head.

My thoughts are not in order. First, I decided to listen to Malia’s report. She also seemed very anxious.

‘The future I saw is editable. It has been like that until now. ‘If you just prepare, you can solve it.’

While Phil thought to himself, Malia nodded and said.

“On the western continent of Agoris, demons are taunting the gods.”

“… … Provocation?”

Phil didn’t bother asking where the information came from. It had to be Frondia, of course. Phil knew about Malia’s shared senses.

“yes. Accordingly, it is said that there is a risk that the gods will possess the humans who gave them their divine power and head to the capital of Palma, a country on the Agoris continent.”

“… … Possession of humans… … .”

Fili frowned. It was just what Odin had done to her daughter Saleh not long ago.

“That means there is a risk that even people with divine powers in this empire will be possessed.”

“That’s right. The most likely ones are the Olympian gods, but it is still unknown how the gods of other worlds will move.”

Fili put a finger to his mouth.

If so, the first thing to check is the trends of the zodiac signs. Most of them have divine powers. It may already be possessed and moving.

“I will use someone to check the trends of the Zodiacs. And if possible, the Zodiacs who do not have a problem provide support to the side that is experiencing a problem. Among the Zodiac, O Sprit does not have divine powers, so he will have to ask him for help first.”

“thank you.”

“… … and.”

Fili thought for a moment as he spoke.

The probability is low. However, if that slim probability occurs, it is difficult to imagine the chaos that will wreak havoc on this empire.

Malia had the same thought.

They both spoke almost simultaneously.

“… …Confirmation from Aster Evans.”

* * *

Astor Evans.

Divine power, Baldur.

However, it is said that Aster completely abandoned the god Baldur after the Battle of Mangot. This was said by none other than Aster himself.

Aster doesn’t have the talent to hide or conceal anything like Frondia, he is just burning with endless self-growth.

Even though Frondier said to Aster, ‘Revealing too much information about yourself can be a weakness in itself,’ there is also a history of making Frondier’s face look strange by saying, ‘Then you should overcome that weakness.’

“Hello, Mr. Ludovic. What’s your problem?”

Aster tilted his head as he looked at Zodiac Ludovic, who suddenly came to see him.

Aster became a professional after graduating, and his mission scope is very different from that of Ludovic, a knight in the imperial palace.

They met occasionally when the pros and the knights performed joint missions. They knew each other’s faces and greeted each other, but they weren’t that close.

Ludovic scratched his cheek and said.

“Sorry, Aster. “An order came from the imperial palace.”

“Order?”

“The instructions are to find a person who has been possessed by a god.”

Aster’s brows gathered together.

“Ice cream? Me?”

“That’s right, it’s an order. I’m not saying that I think so. It’s because if you get possessed more than anyone else, things get worse. You’re Aster Evans, after all.”

“… … That’s right. I’m Aster Evans.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Ludovic nodded as if that was the correct answer, and Aster tilted his head to the same angle as Ludovic’s nod.

Ludovic’s explanation didn’t seem to make sense at all.

“… … So, how do you check?”

“It’s tricky this time because it’s not just mind control. The opponent is God. “It won’t be difficult to imitate the person you gave your divine powers to.”

“So, I may already be Baldur, not Aster. “That’s what it says.”

Ludovic nodded.

“So Aster, is there any information that only you know that Baldur doesn’t know? “Something where you can be reassured that you are Aster with just one hit.”

Aster stroked his chin at Ludovic’s words.

Then, as if he remembered something, he raised his head.

“Oh, there is. It’s not information, though.”

“Good. what?”

“It’s a breeze.”

“……what?”

Aster took out his sword as if he had already made up his mind, even though Ludovic’s face was frozen.

“Oh, you don’t know. Let me explain. “I modified the technique bestowed from the best swordsman on the Palind Continent called Ilseom to suit me.”

“no no! It’s not that I don’t know one thing! “Is there anyone on the continent who doesn’t know that?”

“… … There must be quite a lot, right?”

Aster asked as if it was obvious, and Ludovic sighed.

“That’s not it, why is there a flash of light all of a sudden? All it takes is a word.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t really have any secrets. If there’s anything I know, Baldur knows it too. Well, it’s been a while since you left me, so I don’t know what it’s like these days.”

Aster shrugged and continued.

“But Ilseom is different. To put it bluntly, it is a technique that Baldur cannot imitate. “It’s the easiest way to confirm that it’s me.”

“… … Is it true that God cannot be imitated?”

“sure. Moreover, it would be even more difficult if it were not your own body but a possessed body.”

Ludovic moved his eyes here and there at Aster’s words and nodded.

“good. After all, even if you were a god, you wouldn’t be able to do something you didn’t practice for.”

“I’ll show you in this direction. “Take a good look.”

Aster turned to the left from Ludovic’s position. It was the perfect angle to observe Aster’s movements from the side.

Ludovic said.

“Give me the signal. I might not be able to see it.”

“I always say signs.”

Aster said so,

“going.”

Literally, after reciting the signal.

All the auras disappeared,

──Kaaaang!

Tearing the air with a violent metallic sound,

Choaaaak!!

On the ground where his feet drew a long line, Ludovic drew his sword and paused for a moment in shock.

“… … What are you doing, Aster?”

Aster’s glare was fired towards Ludovic. There was no hesitation.

It was stopped thanks to a clear signal, otherwise it would have been dangerous.

“Hmm.”

Aster looks at Ludovic with cold eyes.

“Even in this situation, you call him ‘Aster’. It would have been enough to make you suspicious of Baldur.”

“… … !”

“I guess I was right.”

Aster took a stance. Suspension tax. The appearance of the prosecutor as if drawn from a painting.

“They say it’s easy for God to imitate humans.”

Aster repeated what Ludovic had said earlier.

“Your posture, your gait, the way you hold your sword, your facial expressions. None of it is like Mr. Ludovic’s, so what gave you the confidence to say it was easy?”

“!”

“And above all,”

Aster looks at Ludovic with eyes that are rarely colored with murder.

“Don’t you know what condition Ludovic is in now?”

“……what?”

“Ludovic was still consumed with guilt the last time I saw him. He said he had driven Frondier away. “The person who was most burdened with the guilt against Frontier de Roach was Ludovic.”

Aster is not that close to Ludovic.

However, I remember the face Ludovic showed me during the few times we met.

──Are you calling yourself the zodiac, Ludovic?

That’s something Aster has never heard before.

Aster remembers that face stained with repentance and regret.

“Ludovic was in a mentally concentrated situation, so possession would have been easy.”

“… … .”

Ludovic no longer answers.

No, the ‘he’ who took over Ludovic’s body put aside any more lies and calmed his face coldly.

“But the god who gave me divine powers, took over Ludovic’s body and came to me, talking nonchalantly as if he had forgotten everything?”

Aster’s aura gradually, gradually repeats pulsation and condensation.

“You don’t know what kind of man Ludovic is. He said he was a god.”

The politeness Aster used to show to all his opponents disappeared.

Aster recalled the past for a moment and smiled.

“Baldur must have been someone like you.”

fantasy,