Chapter 433 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Frondier spoke, filling 90% of the truth with lies.

In other words, it was a lie.

“Borrowed……? You’re saying Artemis lent you that bow and arrow?”

“No, I told you I borrowed it.”

Though I didn’t get permission.

“I wanted to know where you were. What you’re thinking right now. And if you’re planning something, what it is.”

Frondier had a feeling that things were going to get very messy.

If Heracles got involved in this situation, it would turn into chaos.

He didn’t want Heracles to become his enemy.

He just wanted him to stay out of it.

“What reason do I have to tell you that?”

“So you’re saying you’re going to do something?”

“That’s why,”

Whoosh—

Crash!!

As the man extended his palm and swung it forward, something collided with the wall of Obsidian that Frondier had created.

‘……Just now, he threw aura like it was a pebble.’

An aura that a veteran warrior would struggle to unleash. It was said that just creating a weapon with one’s bare hands was the pinnacle of aura mastery. Like Pascal, Constel’s instructor and the Imperial Knight.

But to think he could grab aura from thin air as if it were a pebble lying around and throw it…

‘He’s on a different level.’

Frondier broke out in a cold sweat.

If Frondier hadn’t blocked it with Obsidian, he would have been sent flying into a tree. If he were an ordinary human, his upper body would have been blown away on the spot.

“What reason do I have to answer that?”

The man glared at him as if he was about to attack at any moment.

He didn’t seem to care that Frondier had blocked his attack with Obsidian. As if he would have felt nothing whether he blocked it or died from it.

“I’m thinking of stopping the war.”

“……War?”

“Yes. The atmosphere surrounding this continent these days isn’t normal.”

“Hmph. You mean the civil war in the Palma Kingdom? Such a thing is beneath me.”

Of course it was.

But the war I’m worried about isn’t that one.

“I didn’t come here to fight you. I just want to make sure you’re not involved.”

“……Hmm.”

The man raised his chin and looked down at Frondier.

I have no intention of fighting. He must have seen that statement as a sign of cowardice directed at him, because his eyes held a hint of mockery towards Frondier.

“Fine, I’ll answer you if you say so. But before that,”

Thud!

A sound rang out, and

“I’ll teach you some manners, you monkey!”

The voice came from right next to his ear.

“Gasp!”

Frondier dodged the fist and pressure that came flying at him, and

Crack!

The edge of the ground he had dodged caved in.

Just from the pressure of the swing.

“You should address a God with respect! You ape!”

Crash!

The next attack, a fist flying straight towards Frondier’s face, was blocked by Obsidian.

Frondier shouted back.

“I’m always casual with Gods!”

“Ha! You talk as if you’ve met other Gods before!”

Of course I have.

I’ve probably met more than anyone among humans.

Bang! Crash! Crash!

Fists collided with Frondier’s Obsidian one after another. Each time, a chunk of Frondier’s mana was chipped away.

Obsidian itself was originally a liquid, so it was fundamentally different from other forms of armor. Even if it were to break, it wouldn’t become unusable. A gap would open for a moment, but it would soon protect Frondier again and move to attack the enemy.

So, what was being consumed wasn’t Obsidian’s durability, but Frondier’s mana.

“Hmm, what a strange substance. It’s like nothing from this world.”

The man muttered as if he had quickly come to a conclusion.

Frondier maintained a calm expression, but sweat was dripping down his back.

‘At this rate, I might disobey Mom’s orders.’

Come back without a scratch.

That was the most important order given to Frondier right now. An order that took precedence over anything else while he was in Agoris.

A few minor injuries would be fine, but a scar would be a big deal.

There was a good chance she was already watching this fight through their shared vision, so he was already walking a thin line.

‘That’s why I’m using all of Obsidian for defense, but this might be dangerous too.’

I have no intention of fighting Heracles.

That wasn’t a lie.

That’s why Frondier hadn’t created any weapons with Weaving yet and had only been blocking Heracles’ attacks.

If Frondier were to create something like Gram, it would be no laughing matter from that point on.

The man was still toying with Frondier.

So.

“──Menosorpo.”

Menosorpo

Void Weaving

Rank – Unique

Offense and Defense

Wave

“Huh?”

The rune expanded, and a mana crystal that had been hidden until now was revealed before the man’s eyes.

It had been there all along. It had just been disguised until a moment ago.

If Heracles still wanted to play around,

It would be fine for Frondier to play around too.

“Will-o’-the-wisp.”

Pop!

“What the,”

Booooom!!!

In a moment of complete carelessness, a blue-white flash erupted before his eyes.

“Aaaaagh!!”