Chapter 428 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

“It’s a good thing you’re here. We have a lot to discuss, Headmaster. Shall we talk while watching Machia?”

“Before that, please stop calling me Headmaster. Others will hear us.”

Carla said, looking around cautiously.

However, Frondier personally thought,

‘It wouldn’t be a big problem even if they found out now.’

However, he decided to respect Carla’s wishes.

“Then how should I address you?”

“Just call me by my name. Carla isn’t that uncommon a name.”

Even if it wasn’t uncommon, there wouldn’t be anyone who didn’t know that the Headmaster of Atlas was named Carla.

But if that’s what Carla wanted.

“Very well, Ms. Carla.”

“…That sounds familiar. Being called like that.”

Familiar, indeed.

The Empress also addressed Frondier in this manner.

“Then let me first explain the situation.”

As Frondier spoke, Carla’s expression turned serious, and she nodded.

Then, as if she had just remembered something, she said,

“Ah, before that, let’s cast ‘Whisperwind’. It’s unlikely anyone will hear us in this noisy crowd, but just in case.”

“….”

“Mr. Frondier? Please cast the soundproofing magic.”

“….”

Frondier closed his mouth for a moment and looked at Carla.

Carla tilted her head, completely clueless.

Frondier answered honestly.

“I don’t know how.”

“…What?”

“I don’t know how to use Whisperwind.”

Carla blinked at his words.

Soon, laughter burst from her mouth.

“Pfft! Ahahaha! What kind of joke are you making so seriously?!”

“…A joke,”

“A magic teacher at Atlas not knowing Whisperwind? If that were true, you’d be fired immediately.”

That would be troublesome.

Frondier, who was about to tell her it wasn’t a joke, closed his mouth.

Instead, he said something else.

“…I’d like to receive a reward for helping you, Ms. Carla.”

“That reward being ‘Whisperwind’? That’s all it takes?”

“Of course.”

Frondier nodded, and Carla tilted her head, staring at him quietly. Soon, her eyes curved into a slight smile.

“Strange person.”

“I’m aware.”

“Alright. If that’s all you want as a reward.”

After saying that, Carla quietly began a short incantation. A typical Agoris Continent resident, even memorizing the textbook incantation for Whisperwind.

Of course, she was far more competent than Frondier, who didn’t even know how to use it.

“──There.”

Soon, a soundproofing barrier enveloped the two of them.

Feeling it take effect, Frondier nodded.

“Then, let’s start with the most important matter.”

“Alright.”

“First, about the suspicion surrounding you being a devil.”

“You mean the nobles’ suspicions towards me.”

Frondier nodded.

Then he said,

“For now, I’ve confirmed that you are indeed a devil.”

“…What?”

Carla froze at his words.

Frondier continued, unfazed.

“And the mastermind manipulating you, Ms. Carla. Originally, the person closest to that role would be Antero, but since I didn’t know who the mastermind was at the time.”

“At the time?”

“I decided that, for now, I would be the mastermind.”

“What?!”

Carla exclaimed in disbelief. If it weren’t for the soundproofing magic, her voice would have been heard even amidst the clamor of the crowd.

“Fr, Fr, Frondier. You’re joking, right? This is a terrible joke.”

“I apologize, but this is not a joke.”

In truth, he had never joked even once.

“So, the nobles, especially Lady Achaea, are now completely convinced that you and I are devils. Are you familiar with Lady Achaea?”

“Ah, you mean Aias’s mother? Lady Eriboea. Of course, I know her.”

“….”

Frondier fell silent again. Carla asked,

“Wait, is there another Lady Achaea?”

“…No. Lady Eriboea. That’s her.”

Eriboea.

Aias’s mother.

This was the first time he had heard Lady Achaea’s real name, but he knew for sure that it was her real name.

Because Eriboea was,

‘The name of the real Aias’s, real mother.’

The Greek hero, Aias, whom Frondier knew from the myths. His mother’s name was indeed Eriboea.

‘It’s not just a name borrowed from mythology, it’s like they brought the entire myth itself.’

This was different from Hector, the warrior Frondier had encountered and fought in the Falind continent.

Hector had simply inherited the name; the people around him had nothing to do with the mythical Hector.

However, Aias shared his name and even his mother’s name with his mythical counterpart.

This wasn’t just borrowing a name.

‘…This continent is a little strange.’

Frondier had felt a sense of dissonance ever since he arrived in Agoris.

Individually, they were just minor, strange characteristics, but when combined, they transformed into a massive dissonance.

The strange power balance, the stunted growth of individuals compared to the Falind continent, the system where the entireentire nation managed and relied on magic weapons.

Adding to that, the story of Medusa, which should have ended as an ancient myth in his previous world, and Aias and Eriboea, who seemed to be following the exact path of their mythical counterparts.

And the only one who felt this dissonance was,

‘Me.’

Frondier, the one who knew the original myths.

Only he realized how strange this situation was.

As Frondier drifted into thought, Carla’s anxious voice reached his ears.

“What should we do, Frondier? Should I continue pretending to be a devil?”

At her words,

Frondier’s eyes widened slightly, a glint of light flashing across his pupils.

“Devil.”

“Fr, Frondier?”

“──A devil, you say.”