Chapter 434 (1) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

The man felt dizzy. The whole world was white and black. It was no use covering his eyes with his arm after the fact. Vision, once lost, doesn’t easily return.

Demi-god, half-human. Even if his physical body surpasses human limitations, common sense dictates that it should still follow the laws of this world.

Human eyes are not designed to handle that much light.

“It worked on Athena, there’s no reason why it wouldn’t work now.”

“Ugh, you, what are you saying, daring to even mention Lady Athena…”

“You’ve been strange since earlier, quite impudent.”

Earlier it was Lady Artemis, and now it’s Lady Athena.

Heracles was a demi-god, and those two were true Gods. In terms of hierarchy, Heracles was clearly below them. There was nothing more to say if Heracles acknowledged that.

“You’re far more reckless than I expected, and you place far more importance on hierarchy.”

Frondier let out a breath as he looked at the man who was still blind.

Indeed, he possessed formidable strength, but Heracles wasn’t someone beyond Frondier’s understanding.

He wasn’t sure if he could win in a straight fight, but if his opponent was susceptible to such tactics, it was worth a try.

At least to this extent, even if he intervened in the subsequent situation, he could handle it.

Thud.

At that moment, Frondier froze.

His movements completely stopped, and he couldn’t even breathe in or out.

Someone placed a hand on his shoulder.

Piercing through Menosorpo’s rune, his sixth sense, and the Obsidian’s automatic defense.

“I don’t know who you are,”

That voice was like the deep roar of a tiger, manifested as speech.

“But my son has been rude.”

“……!”

Frondier slowly, very slowly, turned to look at the person who had placed their hand on his shoulder.

He was huge. Frondier’s head was at about the level of his sternum.

In his eyes, Frondier would look no different from a child.

Although he wasn’t as ridiculously large as Poseidon, whom he had met before, Frondier felt that this being was far more enormous.

No doubt about it.

This was him. This was undoubtedly,

“……Heracles.”

As Frondier barely managed to utter the name, Heracles looked up at the man in front of him.

“Telephus, how long are you going to keep rubbing your eyes?”

“Fa, Father! That guy just disrespectfully called your name! A mere human, daring to commit such blasphemy!”

Heracles sighed at that.

“Names are meant to be called. What a sight it is to get angry when someone calls your name. It’s unsightly, Telephus.”

“Bu, But! His attitude was disrespectful!”

As soon as Heracles appeared, Telephus’ dignified tone vanished, replaced with a much lighter one. Well, that certainly suited his appearance.

“……So, you were imitating Heracles?”

“Me, imitating Father? Don’t be ridiculous! I was merely offended that Father’s name was being so carelessly uttered by the likes of you!”

“……Ah.”

Come to think of it, he had said not to use the name Heracles. He hadn’t said that he was Heracles himself.

Indeed, could it be that his immense admiration for his father had led him to such behavior?

‘He said Telephus. I’m sure there was a name like that among Heracles’ children.’

This one was also a name related to the Trojan War.

However, it was strange that he was here.

‘Telephus being with Heracles.’

Originally, in the myths, Telephus didn’t even know that Heracles was his father. Naturally, he didn’t live with Heracles either.

Of course, he couldn’t ask Heracles about it. Even if he brought up the myths of his previous world, it would be impossible for him to understand.

“Father! We must kill him here! He’s a dangerous man! He tried to blind the eyes of a god!”

“It seems like you were the one who tried to kill him.”

“I, I didn’t kill him! He’s still alive, isn’t he!”

“And your eyes aren’t blind either.”

Was this what they called a wise answer to a foolish question? Heracles possessed a calmness entirely different from Telephus.

Personally, Frondier felt that this was a little different from the Heracles he originally knew. In a good way.

“He’s a human child. What’s your name?”

“……Frondier de Roach.”

Frondier gave his full name. He even used a prefix that didn’t exist on this continent.

Telephus exclaimed at that.

“You bastard! You said you were comfortable speaking to a god! You lied!”

“……I know how to read the room.”

Frondier’s face was calm, but he was more nervous than ever.

Since he had accepted the Mana of Helheim and gained his sixth sense, no one had ever been able to penetrate his senses completely.

Moreover, the pressure he felt from the being before him was incomparable to what he felt from Telephus earlier.

If he misspoke, he might actually die.

‘How did he do it? It’s impossible just by hiding his Internal Energy. A living being can’t reduce their Internal Energy to zero. He needs something else, something that can erase his existence or escape my senses.’