The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

The Seven Deadly Sins never appeared in the game 'Etius.'

Frondier had grasped at the slightest possibility when he started being called by the strange nickname 'Sloth.'

The Seven Deadly Sins, existing in knowledge but never actually appearing.

However, Frondier had already met two of the Seven Deadly Sins, and even managed to defeat one of them.

Therefore, the knowledge Frondier currently possessed was not so much from the game as from the previous world.

The game Etius shared a significant amount of information with the previous world, so he believed that knowledge about Baal would also carry over.

Marchosias, a subordinate of Satan, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, and also belonging to the 72 Demons.

Seeing Marchosias with a foot in both camps, Frondier's initial thought was Baal. Baal was the name that belonged to both sides.

The demon whose name Marco deliberately avoided mentioning. He believed there was a high probability it was Baal.

"..."

Simply remained silent, not responding to Frondier's words.

Marco, who did not lie. That silence also meant that Frondier's guess was 'correct.'

But above all, there was deep anger on his face.

Seeing that, Frondier realized.

'He's angry. That those two are separate beings. I don't know why, but Marco is also dissatisfied with that.'

Clang!

Frondier parried Marco's two hands and stepped back. It was a somewhat planned action. If they continued clashing, Baal would notice them whispering to each other.

'Baal and Beelzebub exist separately. What does this mean?'

Originally, Baal and Beelzebub were just two different names that referred to the same being.

But here, they were clearly different beings with different positions. Then, where did the difference between the two come from?

And what was Marco's relationship with these two?

'...Let's think about it later. There's something more urgent now.'

Frondier glanced at Baal. In any case, he couldn't let Baal leave here.

If he went alone, it wouldn't matter, but he would take all the tens of thousands of demons here with him. That wasn't what Frondier wanted.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Meanwhile, Baal spoke to Marco.

"Marchosias, what do you plan to do with that human? I've been leaving him alone since you said you'd use him, but if you want to kill him, I can finish it quickly."

Marco's attack just now. Frondier had blocked it, but to Baal, it seemed like a clumsy response.

Of course, Frondier and Marco had approached each other to exchange a few words, but to a third party, it clearly wouldn't have looked like a proper response.

The act of crossing swords with each other rarely happened in actual combat. In Baal's eyes, it appeared 'clumsy.'

Frondier, thinking he had found the perfect opportunity, said,

"Good, Baal. Finish it quickly."

Baal's eyes twitched at that. He looked at Marco.

"...Did you tell him my name?"

"No."

Marco's immediate answer. In fact, Frondier had figured it out himself, so it wasn't a lie. And since he didn't lie, Baal nodded.

"Alright. A brat who doesn't know his place is acting up."

Baal took a step forward. Marco looked at him with a tense expression.

He wanted to keep Frondier alive as per Satan's orders, but Frondier, as if he had truly gone mad, kept provoking Baal.

In any case, even if he tried to stop Baal now, Frondier would continue to get under his skin. Baal wouldn't change his decision, and then Marco would just be wasting time.

'...Frondier.'

Marco glanced at Frondier.

...It seemed Frondier wanted to buy time somehow.

There had been signs of that from the beginning, but it was the possibility that Marco had initially denied.

Because the actions he was taking to buy time were too risky.

Normally, even if the scales of a plan weren't perfectly balanced, at least both sides of the scale should be off the ground.

The fact that numerous low-ranking demons had come here was an unforeseen accident, but it was true that Frondier had escaped the Empire's territory almost alone.

And that too, to the depths where demons of the abyss might exist.

This was clearly an act to summon demons of Satan like Marco.

Frondier knew that since Lunia had been captured, there would be demands, and he had even said he would meet all those demands. It was clearly a situation where his life was in danger.

In other words, Frondier had placed his own life on one side of the scale.

But if there was only 'buying time' on the other side of the scale, wouldn't the balance be too off?

'Frondier keeps buying time under the pretext of self-defense. And it's true. It's impossible for us to take Frondier to where we are while avoiding all those demons.'

Threats obviously wouldn't work on Frondier, who was being attacked by demons.

He wasn't in a position to care about Lunia.

But the situation had changed.

Frondier had now started more obvious provocations. Provoking Baal was clearly not self-defense, no matter how you looked at it.

In other words, Frondier had completely realized it.

That Satan's demons wouldn't kill him. And he had probably already figured out that it was Satan's order.

'...Damn bastard.'

The moment he realized that, Frondier's actions changed. From self-defense that seemed like mere coincidence, he was now blatantly showing Marco that he was deliberately putting himself in danger.

No matter how Frondier got into danger, Marco would be in a difficult position.

"Alright, I'll kill you."

Baal stepped forward. As he extended his right hand, aura condensed within it and stretched out. Soon, it took the shape of a blade, and Baal grasped it.

The Technique that Pascal, the former Imperial Palace Knight and teacher, had shown. The weaponization of aura, something that only those who had reached the peak of aura could use.

Frondier smiled, but cold sweat ran down his back.

'With the title of King of Hell, he must be able to do that much.'

But that wasn't the problem.

Originally, in mythology, Baal was often mentioned as a master swordsman.

And for Frondier, the most difficult opponents to deal with were those who had trained one skill to the extreme.

Frondier preferred multiple mediocre opponents over one strong individual. He found a single powerful entity more frightening than numerous low-ranking demons.

Frondier had once struggled against Ellen. Of course, it was because he couldn't determine if Ellen was truly an enemy, but even considering that, Ellen's skill was threatening.

Despite the fact that Frondier had an overwhelming advantage in mana quantity.

'Simply put, a demon with swordsmanship comparable to Senior Ellen's, and sufficient aura...'

Summarizing it like that made the threat feel real. Frondier's grip on the small sword tightened.