The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 458

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 458

Chapter 127 Choices and Decisions (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 gathering of nobles united with the sole intention of overthrowing the evil hidden within the Atlas. As the leader there, she can receive all kinds of information related to Kala.

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

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

‘…Now come with a shameless look on your face. Dare to talk about the devil.’

Eriboea quickly became displeased.

Frondier confessed to being the devil during the Machia. Nevertheless, Frontier defended Kala, saying she was human.

Of course, Eriboea did not believe it. I think they are both evil anyway.

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

Now, Kala no longer approaches the man or disappears from Atlas. The curious curiosity about the devil also disappeared.

Considering the timing, it goes without saying that Frontier gave some instructions. This is clear evidence that he and Carla have a completely hierarchical relationship.

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

Mrs. Eriboea is a person who has lived through connections as a weapon. Of course, this is because her own ability to maintain those connections is outstanding.

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

But that’s exactly where Frondier hit.

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

But what if the person across the river, who would not suffer any harm, had the same level of information as her? Or what if you have something more deadly 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. He went alone into the middle of Eriboea and the group that were preparing their plan and threatened her. This is impossible without a significant amount of support.

“I’m home.”

At that moment, her son Aias opened the front door and came in.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“….”

“Mother?”

Eriboea looked at Aias in silence for a moment.

Speaking of change, her son Ajax has also changed.

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

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

Although his skills are unparalleled, he uses his power as an eyepatch to walk around with his eyes closed.

It is a neat expression of the world’s evaluation. It’s so tidy that it actually hurts his mother, Eriboea.

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

“…sure.”

Aias didn’t know what the question was asking, or if he was just asking without any particular meaning, so he answered normally.

Originally, Ajax was kind to Eriboea. Aias was always polite among her mother and father, relatives with whom she communicated frequently, and high-ranking nobles or similar families.

It’s not something you do carelessly anywhere.

That was the appearance of a coward who only shows arrogance in places where there are no strong people, but it also means that he knows better than anyone else that his power does not work beyond the professional level.

But Aias changed. It’s still difficult to say what has changed, but recently, Eriboea 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 either direction right now. Eriboea doesn’t know yet whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe Aias himself doesn’t know.

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

“Well, nothing in particular.”

The answer was exactly as Eriboea expected. Ajax is popular but has no friends. There are many people who claim to be friends, but there is no one who can truly be friends.

Most people who approach him see the Achaia family or are trying to get a kick out of him, who has promise for the future.

Eriboea’s eyes sparkled there.

“Well, what about that kid named Pielot?”

“…Pielot?”

Ajax’s expression suddenly frowned. It was a face that said he didn’t want to even think about it.

This is it. The reaction Eriboea wants. It was the first time that Ajax reacted like that upon hearing the name of someone his own age. It means that it is a being of special significance to Aias. I’m not doing this just because my son’s reaction is funny.

“I saw that kid, and he seemed fine.”

“Mom, we’ve never really talked about that guy.”

“Mom, you know just by looking in the eye. “You saw it 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 think it’s because of that child that Aias changed.’

The flow of logic unfolds perfectly in Eriboea’s mind. A transfer student with better skills than Aias. Aias was stimulated by that.

Thinking that things should not stay like this, I have entered the stage of letting go of my arrogance and moving forward. That’s why Ajax is stopping for a moment now. Preparation for a higher leap, so to speak.

Yes, definitely. The child named Pielot seemed sincere the last time I saw him. From the time I was born until now, I have probably never displayed unnecessary pride or courage. This is a child whose nature is sincerity and humility. Aias 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.

Frondier said something absurd, saying that he wanted to create a ‘society where devils and humans coexist’.

Of course, I don’t think that’s sincere.

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 would train together. “With Pielot.”

“Oh my, really?”

Eriboia was surprised. The fact that we’ll be training together doesn’t mean that one of them suggested it! It doesn’t matter either way. Because we had an opportunity to get to know each other.

Of course, the truth is that we just ended up participating in a magic warfare class together.

“But it didn’t work out that way. “We started training separately, and I heard we went somewhere to have fun during vacation.”

“Well, that’s a shame. “Where are you going to hang out?”

“They said they were going to the capital.”

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

‘This can be happen. Now that I think about it, it’s been a long time since my family went out to play with Aias. While Eriboea was thinking about using

this vacation as an opportunity to go somewhere ,

a quiet voice came from Ajax’s mouth as if something had occurred to her

.

“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 panics. I was so embarrassed that even Aias was embarrassed.

“Are you saying Pielot is going to the capital?”

“No, after that!”

“P-Mr. Frontier?”

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

“Then call me teacher or something else!”

Well, that’s right.

Eriboia finally calmed down there. I ask 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 you were taking a vacation? “No, how do you know the 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?!”

“That’s right, I’ll take it! Because you’re a teacher! “Why did you do that earlier?”

Oh, that’s right.

Eriboea shook her head.

“Yeah, yeah. “Keep talking.”

“Even during vacation, I learn something from Teacher Frontier, and the teacher also told me that there would be no class schedule for the time being. “I just thought it overlapped with the story about Pielot going to the capital.”

Eriboia had a headache.

It was nice to see that he was friendly with Pielot, but there was an ominous demon called Frontier involved in that friendly relationship? You’re saying you’re not training together, but learning from Frontier?

Moreover, the date of class suspension and Pielot’s schedule for going to the capital overlap?

“…Aias, is there any connection between Pielot and Teacher Frontier?”

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

Eriboea’s head accelerated rapidly.

Pielot is going to the capital to have fun, and Frondier is canceling classes around that time.

Looking at it this way, this is a meaningless coincidence. During vacation, most students go on vacation, and many of them go to the capital to have fun.

Teachers naturally want to rest outside of their working days. Rather, it is strange that classes have been held so far even though it is vacation.

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

It has nothing to do with it,

but ‘…it’s the capital….’

Eriboia is very bothered by the place where Pielot goes to play.

This is similar to, of course, taking a gamble if the probability of losing is less than 1%, but being hesitant if the price of losing is too high, such as your life.

If Frondier and Pielot have some kind of relationship, and it is Frondier who is actually heading to the capital, but Pielot follows.

And if Frondier’s purpose is to convey information that is literally a lifeline to Eriboea 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 wiretapping, and if it’s a letter, you can’t communicate properly. ‘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 is one step late in knowing that Frondier is arriving at the capital, Eriboia will have to suffer whatever Frondier does there.

“…Aias.”

“yes yes.”

Eriboea smiled brightly.

“Let’s go to the capital too. “I haven’t been able to go anywhere recently, so 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 don’t like it. Rather, I like it.

Atlas is an educational institution that is the pride of Palma and is fully equipped with sufficient facilities. But it still cannot compare to the splendor of the capital. A place to serve the king. That alone adds to the abundance of things to see and eat.

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. The 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 is not real. “Is that all we need to check?”

“No, we need to check Aphrodite and Hera as well. There is a high possibility that those two are 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 forward or not.”

Frondier’s eyes sank.

“If they were really demons pretending to be gods, they would definitely have made a contract. So, all you have to do is meet two people who are said to have the divine powers of Hera or 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 the devil, I would have definitely made a contract. Not everyone would have signed a stupid contract that made them forget their memories like Antero did.

Lily asked.

“What if I meet those people? “I don’t think it’s easy to say it’s them.”

“I’ll tell you the hard way.”

“──Okay. I won’t ask any more. do it yourself.”

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 seeing it for a moment.

“Antero is a knight of the kingdom. “If he holds a grudge, he’ll be in big trouble.”

“No matter what 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.”