Chapter 433 (1) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

To summarize the situation.

There were signs of civil war brewing in the Palma Kingdom.

It was a battle between two women who were blessed with divine power by Hera and Aphrodite, and the factions that supported them.

On a smaller scale, it was a conflict between fan clubs, but on a larger scale, it was closer to a religious war.

On top of that, there was suspicion that Poseidon was a devil. If Hera and Aphrodite were also impersonated by devils, it could even lead to a war between Gods and devils.

And then there was the massive variable called Heracles, who could pop up anywhere.

And of course, Frondier hated variables.

“That’s why I came here, but…”

Frondier stepped into a forest.

After Machia, Frondier immediately went on vacation.

Naturally, the winner of Machia was Pielott. This result was a given since Glaucus, the only variable, was defeated early on.

The place where Frondier was now wasn’t a completely untouched forest. There was a path made by human footsteps.

It was a bit of a distance from here to the small village, but not impossible to walk.

“If Heracles was in a place like this, I think he would have been caught by now.”

Frondier came here based on the last sighting of Heracles that Zenita had told him, but as expected, it wasn’t easy to find him.

He had already activated his sixth sense, but he couldn’t feel the powerful Internal Energy that would indicate Heracles. Well, if he was that strong, he would be good at hiding his Internal Energy too.

‘Unlike the Falind continent, the records of Heracles in Agoris are clearer and kinder. He’s probably on this continent. And everyone thinks so too.’

Here, Heracles was not some unknown mysterious figure.

He existed. And even if someone were to find him, while it would be surprising, it wouldn’t turn the world upside down.

“Was it too much to expect just thinking about that?”

Even the last sighting was from a few months ago.

Unless he was living here, it would be difficult to find him.

“……It can’t be helped.”

Frondier gave up.

He gave up on finding Heracles.

Frondier looked around and confirmed that there was no one there. He double-checked with his sixth sense.

And,

Weaving

Rank – Divine

Khryselakatos, Lokhiera

He creates Artemis’ bow and arrows with both hands.

“If I can’t find you, I just have to make Heracles find me.”

He aimed the arrow at the sky.

The two combinations, which never missed their target and rained down like rain.

However, if there was no target to aim for and no aura was imbued, this arrow would simply fly towards the sky.

‘But you’ll recognize it, Heracles.’

A trajectory that would look no different from any other arrow to the untrained eye. No, the arrow itself was so small that it wouldn’t even be visible.

This arrow was the arrow of ‘Artemis.’

There was no way Heracles wouldn’t recognize it. They were deeply connected, including the twelve labors.

[T/N: In the myth of Heracles’ Twelve Labors, the third labor involved capturing the Ceryneian Hind, a sacred deer with golden horns belonging to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt]

Whoosh!

Frondier released the bowstring, and the arrow shot up into the sky and flew far, far away.

As the arrow quietly pulled up the net in the sky, Frondier waited for someone to approach with his sixth sense.

While the silent silence still lingered,

“Hmm, it doesn’t seem to be around here. Or maybe Heracles’ eyesight has gotten bad.”

As Frondier was about to move, saying that.

“Whose eyesight has gotten bad?”

When Frondier turned around, he saw a man standing on a tree branch, looking down at him.

‘……Oh.’

Frondier hid his pounding heart and looked at the man. To think the day would come when he would see Heracles in person.

He had a slimmer physique than he expected. No, actually, he had a muscular and very healthy physique, but it was a bit different from the Heracles that Frondier had imagined. He was about the same build as Frondier himself, just a bit thicker.

And he was young. No, you could even say he was young. Was it because he was a demigod?

“……Are you Heracles?”

“That name.”

Thud

The man came down from the tree branch.

“Don’t speak it so carelessly. I’m afraid it might rot your filthy mouth.”

“What kind of dairy product is your name? To be so easily spoiled.”

The man’s eyes filled with rage. Soon, his eyes shifted to Khryselakatos.

“How dare a mere human wield that bow?”

“Ah, as expected, you recognize it. I was worried you might have forgotten.”

Frondier held out the bow as if showing it off.

“I borrowed it to find you.”