The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 154

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 154 Chapter

50 Fake Grass

I was in a dream.

But it wasn’t my dream.

[Atzie inherited the Roach family’s bloodline abilities.]

[That’s right. So, it would have been natural to expect the bloodline ability from Frondier as well.]

This is probably Frondier’s dream.

This is Frontier’s past before I was possessed.

[It looks like Frontier has neither divine power nor bloodline ability.]

[It’s okay if you don’t have both. He’s our son, right?]

Frondier was in the hallway listening to the conversation between his parents in the room beyond the door.

It was a strange feeling to see Frondier in my eyes. It was as if I had left the body.

Frontier, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, looked young. Is it 10 years old now?

An easy-to-understand emotion appeared in the child’s eyes. These were emotions such as anger, feelings of inferiority, and resentment.

Malia and Ampere were unaware of Frondier eavesdropping. Wizards and warriors’ detection skills are specialized for killing enemies.

Malia spoke persuasively.

[And lineage abilities are not passed on to future generations. Azi also inherited your abilities, but in a slightly different way.] [

Either way, if Frondier does not show his own talent, there is no place for him in the Roach family.] At

this time, Ampère was rather like this now . It seemed more resolute and ruthless. Malia also seems to be somewhat wary of that hard look.

Malia spoke while pursing her mouth as if she was thinking about something.

[Perhaps Frondier inherited my abilities.]

[Your abilities?]

Ampere responded to those words. Frondier also frowned deeply and pricked up his ears.

[This is a story about when I went to the temple with Frondier.]

[The Temple of Hera.]

Malia nodded at Ampere’s words.

Malia’s original family worshiped Hera as a god, so naturally Malia also regularly goes to the temple of Hera. Hera is also the guardian deity of the home, so Ampere also followed Hera to the temple.

[Frondier has seen the statues and paintings in the temple. At that time, it seemed like Frontier had done something. It felt familiar.]

[Are you saying that Frontier inherited your bloodline abilities? ‘Sense sharing’?]

[That’s what I think. Of course, there was no feeling that Frondier had used his abilities since then, and Frondier himself seemed not to know.]

Frondier’s eyes widened after hearing that conversation. As if there was something to be guessed about.

…But from my perspective, it was completely new information.

‘Frondier inherited Malia’s abilities?’

It was something I could not have guessed. If there was such a thing, Frontier should have already known how to use bloodline abilities when playing the game. But of course, that never happened and there was no such information anywhere on the internet.

[So does this mean that Frontier’s abilities require conditions? Is it related to Hera?]

[I don’t know the exact details yet. But that’s my opinion too. Since I felt something only in that temple, it is highly likely that it is related to Hera.]

I listened to the conversation between the two and became lost in thought.

The relationship between Frontier and Hera.

To be honest, I can’t even guess. Even though her mother, Malia, worships Hera, she does not particularly love her son, Frondier. If that were the case, he would have received divine powers.

Above all, if what Malia felt from Frondier was ‘sharing senses’, which is a bloodline ability, then that would have nothing to do with Hera.

‘It’s not Hera who’s involved.’

After hearing Malia’s story, I had an idea.

He remembered the words of Hestia, whom he had met before.

-You can look into the eyes of God and observe the past. Just as I heard from Hephaestus.

I look into God’s eyes and read his past. First, he looked at Hephaestus’ past and saved Artemis’ bow and arrows, and then looked at Hestia’s past and saved her furnace.

When I first heard about Hephaestus’ past, I didn’t know how that was possible.

‘If that means the ‘sharing of senses’ inherited from Malia has changed.’

The condition is not Hera.

God itself was the condition.

‘The reason that the young Frondier reacted to the statues and paintings of gods in the temple was probably because some of their images remained in them.’

But since it wasn’t a real god, of course we can’t see its past.

The next dream passed quickly.

Frondier firmly believes Ampere and Malia’s words and visits Hera’s temple every time to observe the sculptures and paintings.

The memories gradually accelerated and began to become fragmented, with interruptions along the way.

What I could see with my own eyes among the debris passing before my eyes was the process of Frondier growing older and growing at a rapid rate and despairing at the same time.

[Why do I have nothing?]

[If this doesn’t work, I will definitely tell my father…]

[I don’t want to disappoint. You can’t ruin expectations. There must be something.]

[Frondier!! Why are you like this! What were you born for! You piece of trash!]

[I’m sorry, Mom. mom. Sorry. I’m sorry…]

Frondier’s voice was heard repeatedly as if it was hitting the wall of the dream.

Words that I don’t know whether they were spoken out loud or a wish repeated internally swam in my dream. Despair, fear, self-reproach and sadness mixed together and flowed through the words like overflowing water.

‘Now I understand.’

Why am I dreaming of Frontier now?

Meeting Hestia and seeing her past revived Frondier’s memories.

To Frondier, who believed that he had no abilities.

The bloodline ability must have been something that remained until the end.

* * *

How long did I sleep?

After opening my eyes, what I see is the same ceiling of the mansion.

I don’t know how much time has passed. But it doesn’t seem like very long time has passed since I’m still tied up and my son-in-law is quiet.

‘I think my dream lasted longer than the time I fell asleep.’

I only saw Frontier grow quickly in one scene, but somehow after seeing that time, I felt like I had had a very long dream.

‘Those guys…’

The first thing to check was whether Thompson Skyler Kian was there.

Fortunately, the three were still unconscious. That fact alone showed that not much time had passed since I fell asleep.

And I checked under the stairs.

‘…that person.’

That uniform and hat. The slender body lines and face contrast with the sharp eyes.

‘You must be Esther.’

It was Esther, the warden of Obsidian.

I don’t know how she got here, but I wouldn’t be surprised. If she were chasing the Kraken, she would reach here quickly. There is no one better at tracking down criminals than Esther.

‘What are you doing?’

Esther looked at the bodies lying around her with a serious expression. He seemed to be paying particular attention to the wound.

In fact, quite a few people died in this mansion. It was natural to want to know what happened.

But for me, that behavior was troubling.

‘Did you realize that it was Mangot’s doing?’

Even if you look at the cause of death and the wounds, you won’t be able to tell who did it. However, since she is none other than Esther, it may be possible to make a rough analogy even if it cannot be specified. If you understand the nature of the mana or aura contained in the wound rather than the scar.

And if that possibility is heading towards Mangot, then naturally I, who is fine here and now, will also be questioned.

I hurriedly called her.

“hey.”

When I called Esther, she looked at me more surprised than expected.

“Can you untie this for me?”

I asked whatever was appropriate to keep Esther’s attention. Because it is true that we actually have to unravel this thread.

However, after hearing what I said, Esther remained silent for a moment and then spoke.

“I ask you one thing.”

“what?”

“Did you do all the dead people nearby?”

I was about to say no to what Esther said, but then I closed my mouth.

This is because after saying no, there was no way to answer the question of who did it. The honest answer that Mangot gave was just a stupid answer here.

I thought for a moment and said.

“well?”

In times like this, ignorance is the answer. It’s best to act like there’s something there.

“All these people with my own hands? Is that possible? “I’m tied to a chair and can’t move?”

The point is to keep a smile on your face while saying this.

The fact that Esther asks such a question probably means that she is thinking about that possibility to some extent. Even though you have a cool-headed personality, you are good at imagining absurd things.

Esther’s face became grim.

“Don’t even think about playing around. “I am

Esther, the warden of Obsidian.”

Esther’s eyes opened wide.

It’s a face that literally says ‘How do you do that?’

“The design of the hat itself is a common uniform, but looking at the fraying marks on the clothes, it is clear what kind of work he did. In particular, I had a hard time dealing with people with rough hands and arms. The left side of the pants was particularly damaged. Maybe it’s a sign of wearing a walkie-talkie? They look like police, but the police around here don’t wear that kind of clothes and, above all, they don’t act alone at the crime scene. Moreover, considering the relationship between the characters here and recent events, it is most likely Obsidian.”

I literally said whatever I could.

Should I say that I fill in the gaps by contrasting the answer I already know with the image of Esther that I see before my eyes? Since you know the answer, you have no choice but to accept the solution process, even if it is clumsy.

“…Even if you knew I was Obsidian from that, how did you know I was the warden? “And even the name.”

Fortunately, Esther believed me.

You have probably done this type of reasoning and investigation often. Because we have had similar experiences, when we hear similar stories, we tend to believe them more easily than the general public.

I said.

“Of course I know. “Because I called you here.”

“…You called me?”

This was only slightly true.

It was predicted that Esther would intervene when Kraken took Renzo out of Obsidian.

But I didn’t know it would appear at such a perfect time.

“okay. It was at this time that most of the Indus humans were destroyed and most of their executives were tied up here. “Because we need you, the prison warden of Obsidian, to completely wipe out Indus.”

“…Wait a minute you convinced me to come here? “Did I come here following that guidance?”

Esther asked in disbelief.

I smiled at him.

I didn’t say that. I just smiled.

Esther’s hand covered her mouth.

“Then since when… did you ever predict that I would look up your records? Are you saying you’ve already foreseen this point since then?”

“You have a guess, right?”

“…Nonsense.”

I don’t know when the ‘then’ Esther was talking about, but she figured it out on her own, so there was no need for further explanation.

They say that sometimes people who are too smart find their own intelligence holding them back.

If coincidences of this magnitude overlap, Esther must have strange thoughts.

“I’m saying it again.”

I said to Esther, who was still looking at me with a mixture of doubt and fear.

“Will you release this?”

At my words, Esther raised her eyebrows and glared at me.

It must be rather suspicious that I, a person we just met for the first time, is asking to untie the thread.

Esther has a truly scary face as she stares at her in a scary way, as befits her position as the prison warden of Obsidian.

But I accepted it with ease. I wasn’t particularly nervous.

I can leave my body to you without any worries.

Because I know that Esther is a good woman.

In the end, I can smile comfortably because she will be on my side.

At least the smile welcoming Esther was sincere.