Chapter 430 (1) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Frondier, too, fell into deep thought after seeing Glaucus’s performance.

‘Not only does he lack battle experience, but it seems like he’s barely learned anything about it.’

Glaucus’s posture was clumsy in every aspect, both in offense and defense. He had some basic foundation, but even that seemed recently acquired.

Undoubtedly, he had lived a life unrelated to combat before coming to Atlas. He was only just learning now, so it was only natural for everything to be awkward.

‘On the other hand, it means he unleashed that much power and speed with a body that can’t even handle its own muscles properly.’

To exaggerate a bit, Glaucus had simply charged and struck Pielott haphazardly.

Pielott barely managed to block that attack with his sword, and even then, he was sent flying.

‘That’s not human strength.’

Of course, it wasn’t purely strength that produced such power. Glaucus’s strike was also imbued with aura.

As far as Frondier could tell with his senses, Glaucus’s aura was constantly emanating outwards. Considering that ordinary people require considerable training just to release their aura, this was bizarre.

‘He probably doesn’t even realize his aura is being released.’

In other words, his attacks and defenses were infused with aura, but Glaucus himself wasn’t consciously using it.

‘So there are geniuses like that, huh?’

A talent for unknowingly imbuing his actions with aura despite not knowing how to use it. How must Glaucus appear to Pielott, a prodigy known for his aura manipulation? Moreover, even excluding the aura, Glaucus possessed monstrous strength, making it even more shocking for Pielott.

‘And besides.’

Frondier now turned his gaze to Aias.

Quietly, yet intensely, a wave of energy fluctuated. Aias was deeply shaken.

‘Of all people, it had to be Glaucus.’

Glaucus.

A name that appeared here and there in Greek mythology, but the Glaucus that came to mind in this situation had to be one specific person.

The grandson of the great hero Bellerophon, and a valiant warrior himself. In truth, there was another Glaucus from an even earlier generation, but Frondier’s intuition told him it wasn’t that one.

Because this Glaucus shared a connection with Aias.

‘Aias and Glaucus. Both of them are heroes who participated in the Trojan War.’

And there was a story of Glaucus being slain by Aias, though it wasn’t entirely clear. As was often the case with mythology.

In any case, both were names that actually appeared in mythology, and even if their forms were different in this world, they were likely individuals destined for great achievements somewhere.

‘If I hadn’t come to this continent with my companions, Pielott wouldn’t have entered Atlas in the first place.’

Naturally, Aias, without a rival like Pielott, would have been chosen as the representative. If that were the case, Aias would be standing where Pielott was now, and he would have faced Glaucus.

‘I don’t believe in that kind of fate, but…’

Looking at it this way, it felt as if Frondier and those around him were disrupting the original narrative of this continent.

Perhaps Aias also sensed it.

And if a story similar to the myths were to truly unfold…

‘Could it be that a war or conflict on the scale of the Trojan War, or even greater, will break out?’

“…… Ms. Carla.”

“Yes?”

After a moment of contemplation, Frondier addressed Carla.

“You said Antero was a Paladin. Paladins are knights of the kingdom, right?”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me to confirm something everyone knows, but yes, that’s right.”

Carla spoke as if she found it strange that Frondier was unfamiliar with Paladins. It was a story everyone on this continent knew.

Frondier nodded and said,

“I’d like to take a vacation after Machia is over. Would that be possible?”

“…… Where are you going?”

“…….”

Frondier closed his mouth.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said,

“I’m going to rest at home. I’m exhausted.”

“That didn’t sound like something someone who’s going to stay home would say.”

“The preparations for Machia, lifting the curse on you, the fatigue from fighting Antero…”

“Ugh. You know I can’t argue with that.”

Carla sighed. With her eyes slightly narrowed, she said,

“Fine. But I have a condition.”

“……I’d like to take a vacation without any conditions, as a reward for helping Ms. Carla.”

“I already gave you that reward earlier. With the whisper of the wind.”

“……You did.”

As expected, glossing over it like that would only come back to bite him later. Frondier had learned yet another lesson.

Left with no choice, Frondier asked,

“What’s the condition?”

“Tell me who you are. What your identity is, how you know so much, and what you don’t know compared to ordinary people.”

Frondier was about to shake his head at her words. It wouldn’t be good for the people of this continent to know too much about him. The more his identity was revealed, the fewer places he would have to hide.

But then it occurred to him.

‘…… Right. Carla is no different.’

An existence hiding and living in secrecy on this continent.

It was the same for both Carla and himself.

Frondier spoke.

“Very well. But I have a condition as well.”

“I’m the one making the deal here, and you’re adding another condition on top of that?”

“It’s not anything major.”

Frondier looked at Carla.

“Join forces with me, Ms. Carla.”