Academy’s Weapon Replicator chapter 154

Chapter 50 Fake Solution

I was in a dream.

But it wasn’t my dream.

[Atzier inherited the ability of the Roach family.]

[right. So, I could have expected the lineage ability from Frontier.]

This is probably Frontier’s dream.

It is the past of Frontier before I possessed it.

[Frondier doesn’t seem to have received divine power or bloodline power.]

[It’s okay if you don’t have both. Are you my son?]

Frontier was listening to her parents talking in the hallway, in the room beyond the door.

It was a strange feeling to see the figure of Frontier in my eyes. It was as if he had escaped from his body.

Frontier, eavesdropping on the conversation, looked young. Would you be 10 years old now?

An easy-to-understand emotion was oozing out of the child’s eyes. They were feelings of anger, inferiority, and resentment.

Malia and Ampere were unaware of the eavesdropping Frontier. Because the detection of wizards and warriors specializes in hostility and living.

Malia said persuasively.

[And the ability of the lineage is not passed down to future generations. You inherited your abilities from Atji too, but your appearance is a little different.]

[In either case, there is no room for him in the Roach unless the Frontier shows his talent.]

At this time, Ampere seemed more determined and heartless than now. Malia also seems to be a bit wary of her rigid appearance.

Malia said, muttering as if thinking about something.

[Probably the Frontier inherited my powers.]

[Your ability?]

Ampere responded to that. Frontier also straightened his grimaces and pricked his ears.

[It was about when I went to the temple with Frontier.]

[The temple of Hera.]

At Ampere’s words, Malia nodded her head.

Malia’s original family worshiped Hera as a god, so naturally Malia also visits Hera’s temple periodically. Hera is also the guardian deity of the family, so Amperdo Hera once stopped by the temple.

[Frondier once saw the statues and paintings in the temple. At that time, Frontier seemed to have done something. It felt familiar.]

[You mean that Frontier inherited your bloodline abilities? ‘sensory sharing’?]

[I think yes. Of course, I haven’t felt that Frontier has used her powers since then, and it seems that Frontier herself doesn’t know.]

Hearing that conversation, Frontier’s eyes widened. As if he had guessed something.

… … But for me, it was completely new information.

‘Frondier inherited Malia’s abilities?’

It was unexpected. If there was such a thing, at the time of playing the game, Frontier should already know how to use the bloodline ability. But, of course, there was never, and there was no such information anywhere on the Internet.

[Does that mean that Frontier’s ability needs a condition? Do you have a relationship with Hera-sama?]

[I don’t know for sure yet. But I think so. I felt something only in that temple, so there is a high probability that it has something to do with Hera-sama.]

I listened to their conversation and fell into thoughts.

The relationship between Frontier and Hera.

To be honest, I can’t even guess. Even if his mother, Malia, worships Hera, it doesn’t mean that Hera loves her son Frontier. If you did, you would have gained confidence.

Above all else, if what Malia felt toward Frontier was ‘sensory sharing’, a bloodline ability, it would have nothing to do with Hera.

‘Hera is not involved.’

After hearing Malia’s story, I had an idea.

He remembered the words of Hestia he had met before.

– You can observe the past through the eyes of God. Just as Hephaestus heard.

I look into the eyes of God and read the past. At first, he saw the past of Hephaestus and saved Artemis’ bow and arrow, and he saw the past of Hestia and saved her furnace.

When I first heard about Hephaestus’ past, I had no idea how it was possible.

‘If that’s the change in ‘sensory sharing’ inherited from Malia.’

The condition is not Hera.

God himself was the condition.

‘The reason the young Frontier saw a statue or a painting of a god in the temple and reacted was probably because some of them remained in the image.’

But since it wasn’t a real God, of course he couldn’t see the past.

After that, the dream passed quickly.

Frontier believes in Ampere and Malia’s words and visits the Temple of Hera every time, observing sculptures and paintings.

Those memories gradually accelerated and began to fragment, such as being cut off along the way.

What I could see with my two eyes among the fragments passing before my eyes was the process of Frontier’s rapid aging and growing up, and at the same time despairing.

[Why I, I have nothing?]

[If even this doesn’t work, I will definitely tell my father… … .]

[I don’t want to disappoint. You can’t ruin your expectations. There will be something, something.]

[Frondie!! Why are you like this! What were you born for? You scumbag!]

[Mom, I’m sorry. Mom. sorry. Sorry… … .]

Frontier’s voice was heard over and over, as if hitting the wall of the dream.

Words swam through the dream, whether they were shouting with their mouths or a desire that they repeated in their minds. Despair, fear, remorse, and sadness mixed together and ran through the words like water overflowing.

‘Now I know.’

Why am I dreaming of Frontier now?

Meeting Hestia and seeing her past brought back Frontier’s memories.

To Frontier, who believed that he had no powers.

Bloodline ability must have been the last remaining regret.

* * *

how much sleep

After waking up, what he sees is the still ceiling of the mansion.

I don’t know how much time has passed. But it doesn’t seem that long has passed since I’m still tied up and my son-in-law is quiet.

‘I think the dream was longer than the time I slept.’

I just watched Frontier grow rapidly in one scene, but somehow it felt like I had been dreaming for a long time after seeing that time.

‘The guys… … .’

The first thing to check was whether it was Thompson, Skyler, or Kian.

Fortunately, the three were still fainting. That fact alone made it clear that it had not been long since I had slept.

And I checked down the stairs.

‘… … That person.’

That uniform and hat. A slender body line and face contrasted with sharp eyes.

‘It’s Esther.’

It was Esther, the warden of Obsidian’s prison.

I don’t know how she got here, but it wasn’t surprising. If she was chasing the Kraken, she would reach here in no time. No one is as good at tracing criminals as Esther.

‘What are you doing?’

Esther looked at the fallen corpse around her with a serious face. He seemed to pay particular attention to the wound.

A considerable number of people have died in this mansion. It was natural to want to know what had happened.

But for me it was difficult.

‘Did you notice that it was Mangot’s work?’

You won’t be able to tell who did it just by looking at the signs and wounds. However, since she is none other than Esther, it may be possible to make a rough analogy even if it cannot be specified. If you could understand the nature of the mana or aura contained in the scar rather than the scar.

And if that possibility goes to Mangot, naturally, I will be suspicious of myself, who is fine here and now.

I hurriedly called her.

“Hey.”

Esther looked at me in surprise when I called.

“Would you mind releasing this?”

I made any request in moderation to keep Esther’s gaze on her. It’s true that you actually have to untie this thread.

But Esther, who heard me, remained silent for a while.

“Ask me one thing.”

“what?”

“All the dead people nearby, did you do it?”

I tried to answer no to Esther’s words, but I shut my mouth.

After saying no, there was no way to answer the question of who did it. The candid answer that Mangot gave was just a stupid answer here.

I pondered for a moment and said.

“Well?”

In this case, ignorance is the answer. It’s best to pretend that something is there.

“All these people with my own hands? would that be possible? You can’t move because you’re tied to a chair?”

The point is to keep a smile on your face while doing this.

When Esther asks such a question, it must mean that she is thinking about the possibility to some extent. Even though he has a cold personality, he is good at absurd imaginations.

Esther’s face darkened.

“Don’t even think about joking around. I,”

“It’s Esther, the warden of Obsidian.”

Esther’s eyes widened.

It’s like, ‘How do you do that?’

“The clothes, the hats and the design itself are common uniforms, but when you look at the frayed marks on the clothes, it’s clear what they did. I had a hard time dealing with tough people, especially hands and arms. The left side of the pants is especially badly damaged. Maybe it’s a sign of a walkie-talkie? It looks like a police officer, but the police in this area don’t wear such clothes, and above all, they don’t act alone at the scene of the incident. Moreover, given the relationship between the people here and recent events, they are most likely to be Obsidian.”

I was literally babbling.

Should I say that I fill the gap by contrasting the answers I already know with the appearance of Esther in front of me? Knowing the answer, the solution process is inevitably unacceptable, even for clumsy people.

“… … Even if I knew that I was an Obsidian, how did I know that I was the warden? Then there’s the name.”

Fortunately, Esther believed me.

You’ve probably done this type of reasoning and investigation often. Since I have had similar experiences, hearing similar stories makes me believe them more easily than ordinary people.

I said.

“Of course you know. Because I called you here.”

“… … did you call me?”

This was only slightly true.

When the Kraken got Renzo out of Obsidian, he predicted Esther would intervene.

But I didn’t know that it would appear at the right time and at the right time.

“okay. The very place that destroyed most of the humans of the Indus, and bound most of their cadres here, at this time. Because we need you, Obsidian’s prison warden, to completely wipe out the Indus.”

“… … Wait, you mean you got me here? Did I come here according to that guidance?”

Esther asked in disbelief.

I smiled at him.

I didn’t do that. I just smiled.

Esther’s hand covered her lips.

“Then when did that… … . Did you expect me to look up your records? You mean you’ve already looked all the way here?”

“Do you have any guesses?”

“… … Nonsense.”

I don’t know when Esther said ‘then’, but I didn’t need any further explanation as she was able to figure it out on her own.

Sometimes it is said that people who are too smart are limited by their own intelligence.

If coincidences up to this point overlap, Esther also has a different idea.

“I say it again.”

I said to Esther, who still looked at her with eyes mixed with suspicion and fear.

“Can you release this?”

Esther raised her eyebrows at my words and shot me with her eyes.

It would be rather doubtful that I, the first time we met, asks you to untie the thread.

Esther is a really scary face if you stare at it terrifyingly, just like the position of Obsidian’s prison warden.

But I took it easy. I wasn’t even nervous at all.

I can entrust my body without worrying about anything.

Because I know Esther is a sailor.

She will be on my side in the end, so I can smile comfortably.

At least this smile welcoming Esther was sincere.