The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 436 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

Marco looked at Dier without answering.

He examined Dier’s expression. A face that asked with genuine curiosity.

‘……What’s with this kid?’

Baal wants war?

He said that to this little brat?

Normally, he might have dismissed it as nonsense, but Dier had just said this.

‘A war with God’.

Words that could never be spoken without knowing the situation in the Agoris continent.

Dier had obtained information about Agoris.

‘……Baal, is he really siding with Frondier?’

Marco remembered.

When Baal was defeated in the Pandemonium and Frondier pulled him out again,

That Baal had chosen Frondier over Marco’s blade.

He thought it was inevitable, considering the situation at the time.

Devils acknowledge those with greater power than themselves. It was close to an instinctive attraction.

But once he returned to Agoris, he must have realized how ridiculous it was for the King of Hell to join hands with a human.

‘And yet he still hasn’t come to his senses……!’

Marco was momentarily enraged, but calmed himself down again.

It wasn’t certain that Baal was fully cooperating yet. There was a chance this human had obtained the information elsewhere.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Baal wants to fight God? That’s ridiculous.”

Marco said, his eyes still fixed on Dier. Especially his eyes.

‘Hmph. Clear eyes. Overflowing with goodness.’

Devils were sensitive to human goodness. Goodness in humans meant weakness. This was naturally something that devils knew better than anyone else.

The first to be sacrificed as their prey were the good people.

This was also the reason why they were reluctant to make contracts with Frondier.

Because Frondier was pitch black. There was no devil who wanted to make a contract with someone worse than them.

Dier, the complete opposite of him. Marco recognized at a glance the purity and goodness that Dier’s soul possessed.

And that,

‘He’s too busy reading others to manage himself. Those devils.’

Dier was also reading.

Devils who specialized in reading and observing the hearts of humans.

Therefore, they were not used to being observed themselves.

“Whether it’s ridiculous or not, he’s already picking a fight with God.”

“…….”

Marco looked at Dier with displeasure.

Dier’s lies flowed smoothly.

“Mr. Marco, I’m not asking about possibilities. No matter how low you think the probability is, the situation has already happened and cannot be reversed. I fully understand that you cannot receive any further information here, so there are bound to be misunderstandings. We need a solution. That’s why we’re asking you, a devil. What is Baal thinking right now?”

Dier completely assumed that ‘Baal was trying to fight God’, and spoke as if it had already happened in Agoris.

It was the biggest bluff Dier could make, considering that Marco could not receive any further information from within.

Dier, with an innocent face, accelerated his thoughts.

‘He’s pretending to be calm, but he’s definitely shaken. He definitely knows something about the war.’

Dier hid the chilling feeling as he thought.

Marco, imprisoned in Morion, with almost no contact with the outside world.

If he knew about the war despite this, then the situation in Agoris was something that had been planned long ago.

‘He’s Satan’s subordinate now, but he was originally one of the 72 Devils. There’s no doubt he left the 72 Devils because of this war.’

After Belphegor retreated from the Falind continent, the devils of Agoris, realizing that the one who had stopped them was gone, immediately invaded the Empire.

They believed that the devils hiding in the Empire were in contact with Satan.

And so began the war between the two devil forces. The Empire, which became the battleground, suffered. That was Satan’s scheme.

In other words, it was not the plan of the 72 Devils.

The 72 Devils, including Baal, had not expected Belphegor to leave Manggot in the first place, and naturally, the invasion of the Falind continent was a hastily devised operation.

Then, the 72 Devils must have had a plan in place before the variable of ‘Belphegor’s disappearance’. So what was that plan?

They wanted to return to the Demon Realm. To their homeland. All the plans they had made so far were aimed at that goal.

‘Baal put aside his original plan and flew to the Falind continent when Belphegor disappeared. That must be because what they were originally going to do was even more dangerous than picking a fight with the Empire.’

In Dier’s imagination, it would be worse, not less, than ‘war’.

Marco sighed and shook his head.

The sigh was short, and the shake of his head was wide.

A reaction for others to see.

Fake.

“It’s no use changing the question. I have no way of knowing what Baal is thinking. As you said, I just heard about it. How am I supposed to know what Baal is thinking when I haven’t received any information?”

“……Is that so.”

“Yes. Find another devil. Or go west yourself? That would be the most accurate way.”

Marco waved his hand dismissively.

The annoyed look on his face, the natural way he leaned back, the relaxation of his wrist as he waved his hand.

‘It’s real.’

Dier caught a small detail within his troubled face.

‘This devil, he thinks it doesn’t matter if I go to Agoris right now.’

It wouldn’t be difficult for Dier to go to Agoris now.

The reason it had been difficult so far was because he didn’t know if such a continent really existed, or where exactly it was located. He was also afraid of the power of the monsters that lived in the sea.

But Frondier and his party had already been there once.

The location, the route, the time it would take to get there, the expected threats, were all already known.

There was the variable of Poseidon, but there was no way he was on the devils’ side, so explaining the situation would only put the devils in more danger.

‘And yet, he’s not wary of me going to Agoris. Or does he want me to go there?’

Dier closed his eyes tightly and opened them again. And then he spoke again.

“Then let me rephrase the question.”