The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

e.

I couldn't hear it, and even if I could, I couldn't understand the God’s language, but somehow I seemed to know what he was saying,

[Gulp, you did it].

It felt like he was saying that.

With that, he snapped his fingers and at the same time, my right hand snapped.

Frondier’s Unique Skills

Weave

Workshop 1

Grade – Normal

Iron Dagger

My hands weaved as he willed.
Meanwhile, the tip of the blade was pointed at me.

'You bastard, trying to kill me……!

Taking control of my body, killing me with my own hands.
It was a perfect suicide fake that would leave no trace.

My right hand was trembling, unwilling to cooperate with my will.

As the blade gradually drew closer, I gritted my teeth and bit my molars for strength.

……Huh?

I can bite my molars.

I changed my mind.
I can't resist with force.

I was just a human, a mere mortal, an unnamed commoner.
It was reckless to go against a God.

What I must do, then, was to make him stop his actions of his own accord.

While I could still grit my teeth.

While I was still able to run my mouth.

I met his golden eyes as they stared coldly at me and moved my lips to stifle the breath that escaped.

“──Thanatos.”

My words were barely a sound.

But this bastard God will know.

That's the least a God could do.

[……!]

The golden eyes widened and at the same time, the boy's body moved away from me and the blade stopped drawing closer at me.

“Hmph, hmph, hmph!”

I regain my body's freedom and spit out a ragged breath.

Lord, I almost died……!

[──!]

The God in the form of a boy shouted at me with a mixture of bewilderment and anger on his face.

I don't understand what you're talking about, you idiot.

Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he made a troubled expression.
He bit his lower lip, glanced at me, and walked through the crack.

Soon, the gap closed, and my room became my usual room.

“Is he……
gone?”

I sagged with tension.

Thanatos, the God of death in Greek mythology.
But in Etius, he was not ‘Death itself’ as the original mythology portrayed him.

He was a powerful, high ranking God, but it was not like death disappeared in his absence.
Despite presiding over death, he could also die.

In any case, I was lucky to get his identity.
Gold eyes, black wings, and a boy's form.

There weren’t many Gods with all three characteristics, but I had to risk my life to get it.

The most important evidence was the manner of death.

When a God takes control of a human body and makes them kill themselves, as he just did, it was a suicide that leave no trace.

This was Thanatos, the God of Death.

Only a few Gods knew the face of Thanatos, and those few were more powerful than him.

I simply took it, but it wouldn't look that way to Thanatos' point of view.

That I know the face of Thanatos.
It would appear to him that I have a close connection to another high god.

It would be dangerous for him to kill me now.

I said his name because I wanted him to think so.

……I can say this, though – I was very lucky.

“……It's like a huge crisis, and it's also a huge opportunity.”

It must be because of 'weave' that he was trying to kill me but why did weave offended the Gods, I really don't know.

Never before in the history of Etius had a human been able to influence the emotions of a God.

“Could it be that the reason Frondier have no divine power is because he’s hated by the Gods?”

……But isn’t this hypothesis going too far?

Few humans have divine powers in the first place, and I doubt Frondier was hated by all the gods.

In any case, this weaving ability may be more dangerous and powerful than I realize.

“However.”

I glanced down at my hands for a moment, the trembling unabated and sighed to myself, “I guess I need to get used to fear.”

I didn't know how much my bluff would hold up.

Thanatos won't be able to just ask the other Gods outright, and thus I had some time to prepare.

Until then, I'll do what I can to prepare and be ready.

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“Frondier.”

Quinie thought about him in the lecture hall.

Frondier de Roach.
The second son of House Roach.

Now that she was a third-year student at Constell, she thought the only thing she cared about was the House Roach.

She hadn't learned the name Frondier until after she entered the school.

She knew Atzier had a brother, but she didn't think it was significant.

She tried digging for information just in case, but she couldn't find anything.
The only information she had was that he was very lazy and slothful, and it was highly credible.

“Quinie, what are you thinking?” Her friend next to her asked.

Quinie turned to look at her and inquired, “Anne, what do you think of Frondier?”

“What? Could it be, Quinie, look at that face of Frondier! Did you finally feel that fresh feeling? Did you feel that? Sweet and sour and sweet……!”

“I'm asking for information.”

“Really?”

Anne huffed and laughed.

“Frondier, um, I don't know.
I heard he sleeps in class, but I don't think he's been doing that lately.”

“Not the stuff everyone knows in Constell.”

“I only know the stuff I know.”

Hmm, that's true.

It was unlikely that Anne knew much about the Frondier.

Instead, Quinie asked another question.

“Do you know about the incident the other day, when Fondier broke the transparent coffin that holds the Mistiltein?”

“Oh, yeah, I know, it was making a lot of noise a few days ago.”

“Well, what do you think about that?”

“About his behavior?”

“Yeah.”

Anne tilted her head, then smiled widely and replied, “It was reckless! It was stupid!”

“……Hmm.”

Yeah.
That was the world's assessment of the Frontier of the incident.

Even if he was doing it for his father, what if it backfired? No father wants to see his son die.

‘But he looked so sure of himself to me.’

He must have been, or he wouldn't have done it without fear.

-No, I've never been afraid of anything.

“Putui.”

Quinie laughed.
She had never heard anyone say that before and that too in a place where people loved by all kinds of famous gods gathered together.
Fearless.

“Okay, I've decided.”

“Decided what?”

“What I want, I'm going to take,” Quinie declared as she folded her arms, thoughts running through her head, her eyes shining.

As she watched, Anne thought to herself, “Is Quinie really into Frondier?

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