Chapter 427 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Frondier sent Antero back. He entrusted Bune with handling Antero’s memories.

Bune wouldn’t want Antero and Frondier to cross paths again. Frondier trusted him to handle it.

Frondier strolled outside to clear his head, which had become rather cluttered.

The evening breeze brushed against his skin, lingering on his lips before moving on.

‘……I thought I had resolved things nicely.’

It wasn’t wrong to think he had resolved the situation.

Frondier had lifted Carla’s curse and secured her support in return.

Without the curse, Carla was just an ordinary human. She no longer needed to eavesdrop within Atlas or engage in risky contact with nobles for information on devils.

Furthermore, he had instilled a healthy dose of fear in Instructor Giotto, ensuring a smoother experience as an instructor from now on.

Madam Achaea was a slight concern, but for the time being, his bluff would hold. At least while she was busy searching for a mastermind that didn’t exist.

‘I’ve learned far too much. Things I didn’t want to know, but had to.’

In trying to uncover who was controlling Carla, he had stumbled upon the similarities between devils and God, and even learned of a contract made between God and humanity in the distant past.

Gods had been Frondier’s enemy from the very beginning. From the moment he had brought Weaving into reality and summoned Thanatos into existence.

Frondier had fought tooth and nail to avoid a game over. One could say it was to save the world, but to Frondier, it wasn’t anything so grand.

He didn’t want a game over. He didn’t want to die. That was all.

He couldn’t do it alone. He had to help Aster, the protagonist, grow stronger and build relationships with those around him. To that end, he had forged bonds and offered his assistance.

As time passed, the companions he had gathered were no longer just tools to clear the game, but something far more precious.

But even if he overcame this obstacle he had never once conquered, this game would not end.

Most of the companions who had faced that challenge alongside him were no longer by his side.

“……Ha.”

He couldn’t help but acknowledge it now.

This was no longer simply a matter of clearing the game.

He had already meddled with something far too great, something irreversible.

And above all, he could no longer entrust this role to anyone else, not even Aster.

Frondier raised his heavy eyelids to gaze at the sky.

His expression was difficult to read. It was the same even when he looked in the mirror.

The Roach family was naturally prone to such impassiveness, and the influence of Sloth had only intensified Frondier’s inherent languidness, making it impossible to erase.

He had given up trying to decipher Selena’s acting after realizing he couldn’t, and imagined most people felt the same way when they looked at him.

─Are you alright? Are you hurt?

Before leaving the Falind continent, Selena had asked Frondier that upon his return.

Unable to reassure her about his heart, he couldn’t bring himself to answer her when she asked again.

Why was that?

He wasn’t hurt anywhere.

He could have at least offered a word to ease her worries.

‘……Selena.’

“I’m fine.”

Frondier finally answered.

Alone, gazing up at the sky, he murmured.

As if in a daze.

“I’m not hurt.”