The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 413 Part 1 - The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Machia (2)

As the Machia progressed, the nobles, now accustomed to the proceedings, gradually shed their distractions and focused on the matches.

Especially the nobles whose children were in the arena shifted their positions to get a closer look, trying to discern their child’s class ranking.

Some cheered for their children, while others sought to identify promising talents. The nobles’ gazes were fixated on the arena.

However, today’s spectacle wasn’t limited to just the matches.

“Lady Achaea.”

“Pleasure to see you.”

Lady Achaea had also moved to a location where she could get a clear view of Aias. Nearby noblewomen greeted her.

“Here to witness your son’s prowess?”

“I wish that were the case.”

“Always so humble. Surely, Aias will be chosen as the class representative and prepare for the next match.”

The noblewoman, praising Aias while searching for him, tilted her head, puzzled by the situation unfolding within Class B.

“Oh my, that child isn’t Aias.”

Lady Achaea nodded in agreement.

“It seems that way.”

“Is he unwell? What a shame. An occasion like this is a golden opportunity to showcase his abilities.”

“There are days like this.”

Lady Achaea remained composed.

She had already ascertained Aias’s position within his class.

Their class representative had already been decided.

It was Pielott Di Ribanche.

Of course, this outcome was not unexpected.

‘It can’t be helped.’

She had heard that Aias had been defeated by Pielott without landing a single blow.

It was surprising that Aias had encountered an opponent with such a significant skill gap, but it was also something he needed.

While it was a pity that the exceptionally talented Aias couldn’t display his skills before the nobles, it was also true that he had never faced a peer stronger than himself until now.

Lady Achaea believed that this was an opportunity to rectify her son’s arrogance.

‘I wonder if my performance in the teacher’s office had any effect on Aias.’

That was the first time Aias had witnessed his mother acting so intensely. In the first place, it was the first time his parents had visited Atlas.

Aias had been deeply embarrassed by his mother’s behavior in the teacher’s office. To avoid witnessing such a spectacle again, he would surely apply himself. After all, he possessed an enormous amount of pride.

‘Sigh, it’s a mother’s role to highlight her son’s strengths and embrace his weaknesses.’

It’s no easy task, the Lady realized with each passing day as her son grew older.

Just then, another noblewoman observing the match spoke.

“Atlas is quite peculiar. They still prioritize combat without the use of magic engineering.”

Another woman chimed in, nodding in agreement.

“It’s the most significant difference from other educational institutions. Of course, it’s not an issue since they produce results.”

Many educational institutions in the Agoris Continent, like Atlas, taught combat, but most incorporated the use of magic-engineered weaponry by the third year.

With the advancement of magic engineering, most weapons now incorporated it. Even if they didn’t, protective gear and accessories could be equipped with magic-engineered enhancements to bolster combat capabilities.

However, students at Atlas wouldn’t even lay eyes on magic engineering until graduation. They solely focused on developing their innate strength, weapon proficiency, and experience.

‘Is it Principal Carla’s unique teaching method, or…’

Could it be due to ignorance about magic engineering?

“Oh my, look over there.”

One of the noblewomen pointed a finger.

Carla had just appeared.

“Every time I see her, I’m filled with admiration.”

“As a woman, I envy her so much.”

The noblewomen’s gazes were directed at Carla, filled with admiration and a hint of jealousy.

Lady Achaea, too, cast her gaze upon Carla. Despite wearing sunglasses, Carla’s beauty remained undeniable.

However, the Lady’s gaze held a different meaning compared to the others present.

‘Carla, today is the day I unmask you.’

Lady Achaea’s presence today was, of course, partly due to her son, Aias, but there was a more crucial objective.

Or rather, Aias was being used as a smokescreen to conceal her true purpose.

Subtly, the Lady raised her head.

This gymnasium was already filled with nobles who shared her sentiments.

Their eyes met, silently acknowledging their shared purpose.

‘Today, we expose Carla’s true identity.’

The Lady was almost certain that Carla was a devil.

And if that turned out to be true, an educational institution headed by a devil was no place for her Aias, or any other noble child for that matter. Other nobles shared a similar view.

This Machia event, graced by the presence of numerous prominent nobles, presented the perfect opportunity. Carla was bound to approach them.

Meanwhile, Lady Achaea and her allies would initiate their investigation into Carla’s background.

They had prepared several magical means to ascertain whether she was a devil. While some would engage Carla in conversation, diverting her attention, others would search for information about her within Atlas itself.

‘Carla possessed an uncanny knowledge of the nobles’ personal information, particularly about the parents of students attending Atlas. She must have been up to something within this institution.’

The Lady recalled the possibility of eavesdropping devices, similar to what Frondier had uncovered. However, finding them wouldn’t be easy.

To think that a seemingly innocuous device like a speaker was actually a cleverly disguised listening device. Unless they could examine its internal structure like Frondier had, discovering the truth would be incredibly difficult.

But today, they were determined to find it.

‘…Still, she’s quite remarkable, this Carla.’ Lady Achaea narrowed her eyes, observing Carla intently.

Although her sunglasses concealed her eyes, Carla’s gestures and head movements were still visible.

Carla’s gaze remained fixed forward. She seemed utterly indifferent to the other distinguished families gathered here, despite it being the reason for her presence.

‘It’s as if she has no interest in the nobles today.’

But that was impossible. There had to be another reason for Carla, who rarely showed her face at Atlas, to appear today. The gathered nobles were the only plausible explanation.

The Lady checked her phone.

As expected, a message awaited her.

‘We’ll make our move when Carla does.’

It didn’t matter which noble Carla approached. Wherever she went, there would be allies of the Lady nearby, ready to buy them enough time.

…However.

‘What’s going on?’

Carla remained motionless since her arrival, her gaze fixed ahead.

She wasn’t observing the matches, nor was she acknowledging the nobles. She simply stood there.

‘Could she have noticed? Impossible!’

Panic surged through the Lady. She had been incredibly careful to conceal their suspicions about Carla. Her theatrical performance in the teacher’s office was partly a calculated move to throw Carla off guard.

If Carla had truly seen through their facade, she wouldn’t have shown up today. Even if it meant arousing suspicion, it was still preferable to being completely exposed.

But the reality was much simpler.

Carla’s inaction stemmed from the shock of Frondier uncovering her secret. She was preoccupied with figuring out how to handle the situation.

She could meet with the nobles anytime. Machia lasted for three days, and there were numerous prestigious families present. While important, it wasn’t an urgent matter.

However, Frondier was a different story. Carla had no way of predicting his next move. But with the event already underway, she had no choice but to make an appearance.

‘If she’s onto us, I need to decide now. Should we wait for another opportunity, or proceed as planned?’

Unbeknownst to Lady Achaea, who was rapidly racking her brain, time was of the essence.

There wouldn’t be another chance. If Carla was truly aware of their suspicions, she wouldn’t give them another opportunity like this.

Carla had been content feigning ignorance about demonic knowledge and living a relatively normal life. If she reverted to that state, the Lady’s leverage would disappear.

There was only one answer.

‘We have to start. Right now.’

Several search spells designed to uncover Carla’s true nature were already charged and ready to be unleashed by the Lady and a few other nobles.

Before Carla could disappear from this place, right this instant—

“Greetings, Lady.”

“?!”

The Lady’s finger, poised to send the command through her phone, froze.

She could have ignored the greeting and proceeded with the message, but a strong sense of foreboding washed over her.

The man’s friendly voice held an unmistakable warning, one that couldn’t be ignored.

“….”

Slowly, the Lady turned her head, her gaze shifting to the space behind her.

A man stood there. A man with jet-black hair. His pitch-black eyes locked onto hers.

‘Frondier De Roach!’

He had arrived.

The very man Lady Achaea suspected to be the true mastermind behind everything, appearing at this precise moment.

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