The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

This time, two devils spread their wings and flew towards Pielott and Dier. They didn't even bother pretending to be human anymore.

Pielott, who had been watching them with a dumbfounded expression for a moment, asked,

“...Those guys, they could have just teamed up with that Adolf guy from the beginning, right? Then we would have been in danger, wouldn't we?”

“Either they were being overly careless, or there's some weird rule in the devil world that says lower-ranking devils can't help when a higher-ranking one is fighting, or.”

“Or?”

“...Or maybe buying a few more seconds or minutes is more important than one devil dying.”

“Is that even possible? To use lives like that?”

“I don't know. But they're devils. They might be a little different from humans.”

Dier answered half-jokingly, and Pielott took it as a joke. It was infinitely close to the truth, though.

“...Dier. Did you learn flight magic?”

“No. Even wizards take 2 years to learn that. Just floating takes a year.”

“Then did you learn aura projection? You know, where the aura flies along the path of the sword swing.”

“No. Only people who have reached the peak of aura can use that. Among the people we know, only Professor Pascal can use it.”

Imperial Knight, Pascal Schlitz. He was still working as a teacher at Constel.

Dier and Pielott looked up at the flapping devils with troubled faces.

“...We have no way to deal with flying things, do we?”

“I guess so.”

While the two were talking like that,

The devil on the left, still with an angry face, thrust out his spear and said,

“You ignorant humans! I am the one who serves wrath, even though I have no rank. My name is,”

“Shut up!”

Boom!

Before he could finish introducing himself, a sudden explosion engulfed him.

A sudden explosion from behind. The devil on the right turned around in surprise.

“You, what are you,”

Boom!

“I said shut up! I'm busy!”

Pushing through the smoke from the explosion, a woman approached Dier and Pielott.

It was Elodie.

“Senior Elodie!”

The two greeted Elodie with bright faces, and Elodie checked their faces first.

“What, you're both safe.”

Then, as if relieved, Elodie lowered her shoulders, looking somewhat disappointed.

Meanwhile, Pielott raised his head. He narrowed his eyes towards the sky, still thick with smoke.

“They're not attacking. I thought they would be angry and rush at Senior Elodie after getting hit.”

Dier answered him.

“No, they're,”

Whoooosh-

Thud! Thump!

Two figures fell from the smoke-filled sky.

“Dead.”

As Dier said, they were killed instantly by Elodie's magic.

“...No way.”

Even if they were rankless devils, they were still high-ranking devils.

Pielott was speechless, dumbfounded.

“But why did you come to us? Is there a reason?”

Dier asked. He actually thought all the students involved in this incident would head to Headmaster Osprey. He was the person who could most clearly understand the situation. ȓ�

Elodie nodded.

“Yeah. I got a message from the Headmaster first. The devils seem to be attacking people related to Frondier. They said if they take even one of them hostage, it's a success.”

“...Aha.”

Dier and Pielott understood immediately at Elodie's explanation.

While Frondier was away, they attacked Constel and kidnapped one of his associates to threaten Frondier with a hostage.

It was the most effective way to deal with Frondier's enemy.

...That's true, but.

“They're pushing their luck.”

Pielott said with a pale face. Fear seeped into him as if he could handle Frondier's anger himself.

“So the first target is Aten, they said. They think she's the weakest among Frondier's associates.”

“...What?”

Pielott frowned, as if it were absurd. Dier, seeming to have a hunch, pursed his lips. He was thinking almost the same thing as Elodie. That the information was outdated.

“So I thought you guys might be a likely target among those who the devils might misunderstand, so I came here, but it seems you guys handled it well too.”

Elodie looked at Adolf's head rolling around somewhere. Devils basically resembled humans too much, so she felt an instinctive aversion to corpses.

Still, she was a little more used to it, having dealt with devils before.

Elodie suddenly remembered something and said to Pielott,

“Oh, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean you guys are weak. But the devils will want to succeed in this operation somehow. I thought they might target you first among the first-year students who have a deep relationship with Frondier.”

“But well, it's true.”

It was Pielott who answered.

He nodded as if it were nothing strange and said,

“We are the weakest. Among the people Senior Frondier knows.”

Elodie was surprised by his words. It was completely different from the Pielott who used to be full of pride and self-importance, resembling Pride.

‘...Frondier. Did you try to rehabilitate the kid and end up remodeling him instead?’

While Elodie was feeling complicated emotions, feeling both proud and worried about Pielott,

Dier lowered his eyes and began to think deeply.

Something was bothering him.

When Dier's mind started to work, Elodie and Pielott, who noticed it, fell silent almost simultaneously. So as not to disturb his concentration.

‘If the enemy's information is outdated, why is that? And how old is the information?’

Outdated information meant that it hadn't been updated. In other words, the transmission had been cut off.

Dier didn't know the situation in the demon world or other worlds. He didn't know that Satan couldn't give orders to his devils in the human world right now.

However, judging from the fact that they were targeting Aten, he could roughly guess what time period the information was from.

‘...Even if it's recent, it's before the war. Senior Aten doesn't reveal her skills much, so people outside Constel might not know.’

That's why the enemies made a mistake. They believed Aten was someone they could handle.

No matter who Aten's opponent was, if they were of a similar level to the one Dier and Pielott had just fought, Dier wouldn't be that worried. Especially since the condition of ‘capture alive’ was attached to the enemy.

‘...But something doesn't feel right.’

The information the enemies had was outdated. This itself was definitely an advantage, but.

The enemies had planned this operation based on that information. So, if there was something that remained the same as the ‘outdated information’, the enemies' chances of winning might be higher for that something.

...Something that remained the same as the outdated information, similar to before the war...

“...Senior Elodie.”

Dier, who had finished his thoughts, spoke.

“Maybe we shouldn't be looking for the weakest person.”

We might need to find someone who hasn't grown.