The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

"So, is it some kind of operation? An operation to block the students who would approach you beforehand?"

"If that was the aim, it was a complete success."

Robald asked, and Sybil replied with cold eyes.

The Constel students who were acquainted with Frondier all treated him as usual. As if the devil incident had never happened.

Aster, in particular, treated Frondier as usual despite their direct conflict. As if it was already in the past. Frondier was grateful for that.

Lunia, who was next to him, said.

"But thanks to that, another strange rumor is going around. 'War hero returns with injuries worse than those sustained during the war over the past month'. Now the kids are trembling in a different sense."

"Well, even during the vacation and the war, his face didn't get like this."

Frondier headed to more dangerous places while he wasn't taking classes at Constel.

During the vacation, he visited Tyburn and Yeranhes, and during the war, he went to the most dangerous places.

And after all those battles, Frondier's face didn't end up a mess.

"It was thanks to Aten."

When Frondier said that, Aten, who was listening, pursed her lips.

"So, get healed now."

"No, your Mana is precious."

"That's why my Mana recovers at any time...!"

"My face will recover if I leave it alone."

Frondier and Aten were having a ridiculous argument.

"Anyway, that's the students' fear right now. Just how strong was the enemy that injured Frondier's face, that kind of talk."

"And it's not just an injury, his face is twice as big."

"Not twice."

"About 1.5 times."

Why are these guys trying to measure someone else's face with a ruler? Frondier found it hard to listen silently.

"...Well, it was a strong enemy."

Azier, Monty, Binkis' golem, Rebeth, Ellen. None of them were easy opponents.

"By the way, what happened to Marco?"

Frondier asked in a slightly lowered voice.

Marco, a subordinate of Satan and one of the 72 devils. Frondier didn't know the exact situation after handing him over to Aster's group.

"Well, we handed him over to the police. He's probably in jail by now. Lunia did dig up some information before that."

At those words, Lunia crossed her arms and nodded.

"That guy, he's good with words. Maybe it's because of the restriction that he can't lie. He's a master of wordplay."

"But you found out what you needed to know, right?"

"Of course!"

Lunia raised her head proudly.

"According to Marco, Belphegor was quite a thorn in Satan's side."

"That makes sense. He stopped the devils from attacking on his own."

"That's strange. Then the devils would never be able to swallow the Empire. In fact, Belphegor eventually started a war."

That was the problem. Belphegor didn't particularly protect the humans of the Empire. Yet, he had been stopping the devils in the west.

Lunia then said.

"So, Belphegor didn't stop the monsters from attacking humans, did he?"

"Well, he didn't. In the end, the humans built a barrier and stopped them."

"Then wouldn't Belphegor have wanted to destroy the Empire with just monsters?"

"...Without the devils intervening?"

Frondier put his hand to his mouth at Lunia's words.

It certainly made sense of Belphegor's actions. If there was some reason why he was reluctant to have the devils intervene, he would have stayed still while the monsters attacked the Empire, but he would have stopped them when the devils tried to attack.

'So even in the Manggot War, Belphegor didn't directly participate in the war.'

Frondier knew through his knowledge of the game that Belphegor wouldn't directly fly to the Empire, but he didn't know the clear reason.

In the first place, if there was a reason why the devils couldn't attack, which Frondier didn't know, it would make sense, but.

'After finding the reason, I have to find the reason for that reason.'

It sounded like wordplay, but ultimately, not knowing why the devils couldn't attack the Empire meant that while they had a hint, they were still far from the answer.

"More importantly, there's a problem at Constel right now."

Aster sighed and said.

Elodie nodded in agreement.

"It's the same problem every year, a problem unique to Constel. We can call it a tradition now."

Frondier, who had no idea what they were talking about, tilted his head.

"What problem?"

"My sister."

Aster answered.

Aster's sister, Ellen Evans, was the issue.

"She was the student council president, right?"

"...Ah."

"She left again without appointing a successor. Just like the previous student council president."

Aster sighed. Following suit, everyone else's faces were filled with worry.

Then suddenly.

Everyone's gaze, coincidentally or not at all coincidentally, gathered on Frondier.

Aster asked.

"Do you want to do it? Be the student council president."

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