Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 155 Qualifications

The Seven Deadly Sins heard Belphegor’s story.

Satan’s face hardened.

“You, so… … .”

“Yeah. I told you. This is part of the contract.”

Belphegor did not lie.

From the beginning, he had no ill intentions or anything.

I just had to do it.

“I’m actually on the giants’ side. For quite some time now. Loki said that the owner of the weaving can choose whether or not to inherit it.”

“… … Do you believe that? Even if you side with the giants, there is no guarantee that Frondia will stop its succession.”

“That’s right. There isn’t any.”

But now Belphegor has no choice but to trust Loki.

No one can have complete information about a weave except the owner of the weave.

In the first place, even the owner himself doesn’t know how to use the skill properly, and it’s a unique skill that only appears once per generation.

That’s why Loki has an overwhelming advantage in information.

“So I already knew at that time that weaving was inherited.”

This fact means that the next war between humans and gods will soon occur again.

To break his pact with Loki, Belphegor must side with humanity in the next war.

It is not a question of obtaining Loki’s soul or not, but of breaking free of this bond that restricts one’s freedom whenever the owner of the weaving appears.

“Even if my freedom is restricted, it’s not that powerful. I can do whatever I want as long as it’s not something I do myself.”

Just one thing.

Attacking the owner of the weaving itself was a different story.

“It was like that when I fought Frondier. The contract mandated that I help the owner of the weaving, but I was directly opposing that. It felt more like my fate was being limited than my power. In the end, I lost.”

Belphegor clearly acknowledges Frondier’s power. He might have won even without the contract.

However, Belphegor knows that there were many factors that played a role in Frondier’s victory, and Frondier himself must feel it.

“The fighting strategy of the Frontier at the time was to force the opponent to make an easy choice. I don’t know if he did it on purpose, but that fighting style was the optimal condition for my binding to work.”

Frondier continued to use psychological warfare to get Belphegor to take the opposite side, but in the end, it was luck. That’s where the contract took effect.

“But so what.”

Belphegor chuckled.

“Until I faced Frondeer, I was still on the devil’s side.”

“… … What? What are you talking about now?”

Asmodeus asked.

Belphegor answered.

“If weaving is a skill that is continuously passed down, there is no need for the next owner to defeat a god. So it doesn’t necessarily have to be Frondia.”

If you fail, there’s the next one, and the next one.

The bondage is annoying, but that’s it. The contract isn’t that problematic for Belphegor.

“I’m the devil of sloth, aren’t I? Even though I’m somewhat restrained, if I have to wait, it’s not hard.”

That was probably the only mistake Loki made. And of all the demons, it was Belphegor. It was more of a misfortune than a mistake.

“But there was another problem.”

And then Belphegor sees Satan.

“It’s you, Satan, that’s the problem.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I knew the moment I saw Frondia weaving.”

Before he used the weaving technique, the Frondi that Belphegor saw was nothing more than a fake with the original Frondi’s soul switched.

The devil distinguishes his opponents by their souls. He knew right away that the Frondia he was confronting was a different soul from the Frondia that had given him sloth when he was a newborn.

But that frontier used weaving.

When he saw that, a question occurred to Belphegor’s mind.

‘Satan.’

It was none other than Satan who asked Frontier to grant him sloth.

At that moment, Belphegor’s thoughts rapidly accelerated.

‘Satan knew that Frondia would weave. Even before Frondia developed the skill. This tells me two things.’

One, Satan also knew of the ‘succession’ of the weaving.

Second, since we know what will happen in the future, Satan is connected to the Moirai.

It is not strange that Satan approached God. He has been like that since long ago.

But whether that approach was successful is another story.

‘Up until now, the gods have never tried to negotiate with demons. Be it Satan or anyone else. Even Baal, who was half a god in his prime, was used by Odin.’

But this time it was different.

Satan’s negotiation worked.

Either Satan’s unwavering love offensive toward God worked, or else.

‘… … There was a reason why God had no choice but to negotiate with the devil. At the center of it all was Frondia.’

And if that leads to a war with the giants.

Belphegor needed to check.

─Frondier. It would be easy for me to kill you now.

In the past, when fighting Frondier, Belphegor said:

─Why do you side with the Empire?

─Why do you choose the side with the most humans alive?

─Why do you want to perpetuate human tragedy?

Belphegor asked.

How much does Frondia know about the truth of this world?

─Frondier, do you want humans to continue living?

─Do you really believe that is human happiness?

At that time, Frondier clearly did not understand all of Belphegor’s words.

But he didn’t deny it. He must have had an inkling of it.

At least he wasn’t some idiot who just relied on force without realizing that he was being played by God.

So Belphegor, when Frondi held Excalibur, which was infinitely close to the real thing.

Even if it was only temporary, when I gained magical powers that surpassed the power of the Seven Deadly Sins in my hands.

─If this guy is going to be the next hero of humanity… … .

─No, that’s a pointless thought. Even if Frondia were truly a hero.

That’s what I thought.

“Hey, Satan.”

Belphegor spoke to Satan.

“So why did you end up asking Frontier to grant you sloth?”

“… … What are you asking? You already know. It’s because I was wary of Frontier.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Belphegor smiled and nodded.

“But it’s not enough.”

“… … !”

“That’s why I came here in person, Satan.”

chin.

Belphegor leaped lightly.

He closed the distance, like a bird flapping its wings, and stood right before Satan’s eyes.

“Lord Belphegor, it’s dangerous!”

Your knight shouted.

“Okay. When I die, take revenge.”

Belphegor gave an answer that was completely nonsensical.

“Satan, I thought so at first. You helped me obtain information about the weaving of the Frondia and helped me negotiate with the Moirai. But then I thought about it and it seemed strange.”

“… … What are you talking about?”

“God already had a plan for ‘weaving’.”

“!”

Yes.

Thanatos’ trigger.

Thanatos, who was prepared to kill the owner when the weaving appeared in reality.

The gods were already prepared. There was no need for Satan to ask Belphegor.

“Even if that trigger fails, I don’t think God will reach out to the devil. Besides, you and I are the Seven Deadly Sins. It would be too much of a burden for God to go through those two.”

It is not strange that Satan would pursue negotiations with God.

So I fell into the trap of not feeling the discomfort in the negotiation between the two.

God’s position would be completely different.

“You, do you have any more bargaining chips to play against God?”

“… … .”

Satan closed his mouth.

Even if it is discovered that there is something hidden, the will to never reveal the contents.

Belphegor looked around leisurely.

“It seems to me that they figured that out while creating the Metamorph disaster.”

A scourge of Metamorph created from Loki’s remains.

That’s the only way Satan can get ahead of Belphegor and the other gods in terms of information.

In fact, Satan learned of ‘succession’ during the course of his research.

But did you really only notice the succession?

“We were good together, Satan.”

“… … .”

Now I don’t fall for light provocations.

Belphegor smiled and continued speaking.

“During the last war.”

“… … .”

But the pupils are visible.

Because Satan doesn’t avoid your eyes.

“One of the biggest reasons why Mangot failed was because of the ‘second frontier.’”

“… … !”

“Isn’t that the disaster of Metamorph?”

May imitated Frondia. As a result, most of Mangot’s forces gathered in one place, and Frondia, who predicted the location, discovered them and destroyed them.

“When you finally showed up at the palace, that was the beginning of everything going wrong. At that time, I wondered why there was such a fuss over one of the test subjects going to the human world.”

May is Satan’s only successful creation from Metamorph’s disaster project.

All but May failed.

But now, May is by Frondeer’s side.

“Would you mind telling me? What the hell is wrong with those two being together?”

Belphegor looked into Satan’s eyes, wide with anger.

“What on earth happened that made even the gods accept your offer of negotiation?”

* * *

Olympus.

The battle between Hestia’s forces and the gods continued.

Of course, the one at a disadvantage was Hestia.

“Ugh… … !”

Most of the twelve gods, except Hestia, are now on Zeus’ side, and Zeus himself also participated in the war.

Hestia is a high-ranking goddess, but she is not a goddess suited for battle.

Hestia had no intention of winning from the beginning, and her goal was to delay the advance of the gods on the Bifrost heading to the human world as much as possible.

In other words, it was just a waste of time. But that alone was costing him a lot of blood.

But at that time.

“Everyone get out of the way!!”

The mighty voice of a god echoed across Mount Olympus.

Thanatos.

The despair Hestia felt the moment she discovered him was indescribable.

Thanatos is a god that is not often encountered, but he is known to be Frondia’s enemy more than anyone else.

It’s the end now. That’s what I thought.

Shhh!

He flew off somewhere without even looking around.

“… … ?”

Everyone looked at the sight with wonder.

Looking at the direction, the destination is probably Yggdrasil.

For some unknown reason, Thanatos was heading towards Yggdrasil in a hurry.

All the lesser gods retreated in fear at his murderous voice. Hestia was too busy fighting the other gods to stop him.

But they all.

I felt a great sense of discomfort at the sight of Thanatos and opened my eyes wide.

‘… … Thanatos?’

Zeus frowned as he observed the sight.

‘What about your arm?’