The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 437 (1) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

“It’s no use changing your tune. You won’t know anyway.”

“I won’t ask what I don’t know. I just want your opinion, as a devil.”

Marco tilted his head.

‘This human, he’s oddly friendly. We’ve only just met today.’

Wanting to hear a devil’s opinion is not something a human would say.

‘Is that even possible for a ‘good human’?’

Goodness was just another name for incompetence and weakness.

Marco nodded, as if to say, try me.

Dier spoke.

“If a devil impersonates God, God will declare war on the devil. What do you think of this possibility?”

Marco felt a surge of displeasure at Dier’s words. He couldn’t figure out how the information had leaked out.

‘Is this Frondier’s doing too? What the hell is he up to?’

Marco spoke.

“The possibility is high. Almost certain. In fact, it’s no different from the devil declaring war first.”

“I see. Good.”

Dier wrote down Marco’s words. He looked every bit the model student, diligently studying at school.

“There seem to be a considerable number of 72 devils in Agoris. If impersonating God is possible, there must be that many.”

“That’s right. You need the power to be believable.”

“But the reason there are so many of the 72 devils in Agoris is because they have no way to return, right?”

“Right. You already know that story.”

The devils who crossed the gate with Satan, led by Baal.

But Satan returned to the demon world and closed the gate, leaving the remaining devils trapped in Agoris with no way to return.

“I heard that the devils don’t have a king to represent them. Is that true? Do you think devils need a king, Mr. Marco?”

“My answer to both is ‘yes’. We need someone to unite the devils. Devils are too individualistic, but that doesn’t mean they can do whatever they want. The devils today are nothing more than temporary representatives of their respective factions.”

Hmm, hmm.

Dier nodded and diligently wrote down his words. He didn’t even seem to be judging whether Marco’s words were true or false. Marco let out a hollow laugh at the sight.

Aster and Esther, who were watching from the side, exchanged worried glances, but didn’t interfere.

“The gods would know that the devils don’t have a king, right?”

“Of course. That’s why God is certain of victory in the war against the devils.”

“If the devils don’t have a king, how do they communicate with the gods? They’d need some kind of balance with the higher gods.”

“Basically, we’re enemies, so that doesn’t happen very often, but when the time comes, the Seven Deadly Sins take over. They take turns. It’s like drawing straws. Well, Satan seems to be stepping up a lot lately.”

As always, Marco didn’t use honorifics even when referring to his superior, Satan. However, Dier didn’t seem to care and diligently wrote it down.

Dier scratched his head with the back of his pen, as if in deep thought.

“Um, so the higher gods have only ever spoken to the Seven Deadly Sins? No other devils?”

“Well, unless they happen to run into some lowly devil, there’s no need to meet them.”

To that answer.

“──Is that so?”

Dier’s expression disappeared, and he put down his pen.

“……What?”

Marco’s eye twitched at the sudden change in his demeanor.

For a moment, he smelled Frondier on Dier.

But it was only for a moment, and Dier’s eyes still shone with the same light that Marco knew so well.

It was definitely the light of a good human, the kind Marco loved the most.

“The higher gods have only ever exchanged opinions with the Seven Deadly Sins, so they must have taken that opinion as the opinion of all devils.”

“……Well,”

“Whether it’s Baal or anyone else, if a devil is impersonating God, from God’s perspective, it doesn’t matter if it’s one of the Seven Deadly Sins or one of the 72 devils.”

“!”

Thud!

Marco stood up in surprise.

It was something he wouldn’t normally do, as he always had to hide his true feelings, but it didn’t matter at this moment.

Because Dier had gone beyond the point where Marco could deceive him with his expressions or words.

“You, you bastard. How did you……!”

“How, you ask?”

Dier asked back.

Marco bit his lower lip at the sight.

The intense question gnawed at him.

How did he fool me? How could he, with that innocent face!

But even if Marco didn’t know, Dier himself did.

‘……It doesn’t suit me.’

A kind heart, and psychological warfare that toyed with the opponent.

Even Dier himself thought the two elements he possessed ‘didn’t suit him’.

So everyone else would surely think so too.

As long as they didn’t fully know Dier, the ‘kindness’ he displayed would first and foremost make the enemy lower their guard.

That’s what it meant to underestimate him.

‘Besides, Marco already got a taste of Senior Frondier before he met me.’

Frondier’s image was intense.

At the same time, he was very transparent and rational.

While Frondier toyed with his opponents, he crushed them with a fearless smile, deceitful words, intense spirit, and bloodlust.

A fitting, even natural, image for someone who delved into the psychology of his enemies.

That image was engraved in Marco’s mind as well. Naturally, someone like Dier seemed to stand on the opposite side of Frondier.

‘I can’t do that.’

Dier couldn’t smile confidently, nor could he speak provocative words, nor could he crush his enemies with his bloodlust.

Instead, he never abandoned his kindness even as he read the opponent’s mind,

and to the devil, that in itself was a knife that pierced their unguarded heart.

“One last question.”

Dier looked at Marco. Their eyes met.

“Is Baal provoking God to drag the Seven Deadly Sins, namely Satan, into the war?”

“……!”

Marco had anticipated this question.

He had finally figured out what kind of human Dier was.

Marco was the Devil of Truth. He ‘usually’ didn’t lie.

But that was not a restriction.

A deep, deep trap designed to deceive humans at the most crucial moment.

However, his opponent was Dier.

‘Try to lie.’

If you can.

Try to reproduce the exact same breathing, gaze, blinking, movements of fingertips and shoulders, tone of voice, intonation, and even the stiffness of your lips as when you are telling the truth.

If you can, while my eyes are watching you.