Chapter 46 of the Academy's Weapon Replicator

Chapter 11: Dragon Heart (6)

Renjo knew immediately.

The power of that hammer.

He regretted having said he would take it on bravely.

Should he withdraw and avoid it?

Such thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment.

'Can I run away!'

He raised his greatsword in front of him.

'Can I block it?'

No, it's impossible.

Renjo changed his mind and pushed the side of his greatsword forward.

If he tried to block it, the greatsword would break.

Kwaang!

The moment Mjolnir collided, a crack appeared on the greatsword.

"Ugh!"

Renjo gritted his teeth and summoned his aura.

It's much easier and more powerful to imbue a weapon with aura than to use it barehanded.

However, even so.

Squeak, Renjo was being pushed back by the force of Mjolnir, his feet scraping the ground.

The greatsword was practically shattered.

It was only held together by the aura he had barely managed to reinforce it with.

'How long are you going to push me back!'

After a collision, it should have been deflected.

With the greatsword already shattered.

But the force of Mjolnir continued as if trying to kill Renjo.

As if the weapon itself had a will.

"Huff!"

Renjo's eyes turned red.

His hair, his entire body, too.

The third power Renjo possessed, neither aura nor mana.

His last stronghold and proof of his diminished pride.

Ares, the god of war.

Renjo's divine power.

Ares' divine power grows stronger in battle the more danger he faces.

The stronger the opponent, the more intense the heat of battle.

Renjo, whose only direction in life was to find things entertaining, might have inevitably received Ares' divine power.

'If I can just take this...!'

Despite the struggle, a smile spread across Renjo's face.

This hammer, though unbelievable, is an incredibly powerful divine artifact.

Judging by its appearance, it's even more unbelievable.

'Mjolnir...!'

I don't know how he suddenly pulled it out of thin air.

But if I can take it, it will be mine.

Eventually, the force of Mjolnir began to wane.

When it lost all its power and fell from the sky.

"Alright-!"

Renjo reached out for Mjolnir's handle.

Thud, his greatsword fell in pieces.

However.

Whoosh~

Mjolnir flew away on its own.

Then it returned to Frondier's hand.

"..."

Renjo stood there dumbfounded, his hand extended.

He thought he could bring it into his hands.

But soon he realized a terrifying fact.

"..."

Renjo spoke, his face one of disbelief.

"How can you control Mjolnir?"

More important than how he obtained it was how he controlled it.

If he had obtained it, it might have been due to incredible luck, or perhaps because of his achievements in the previous life, which brought peace to five countries, earning him a reward.

But to control it means Mjolnir has acknowledged him.

Thor is said to have shattered any enemy's body with Mjolnir, no matter where they were.

It can be thrown from anywhere and will always return to his hand. One of Mjolnir's abilities is that it moves according to its owner's will.

But only Thor could do this.

No one else who held Mjolnir could make it return like Thor did.

'But this guy just showed it.'

This means.

Mjolnir, Thor's divine weapon, has acknowledged Frondier, a human.

In response to Renjo's words, Frondier tilted his head.

Frondier played with Mjolnir right in front of Renjo.

He made it float, move left and right in the air, spin, and then return to his hand.

Renjo watched this scene in disbelief.

"Just, I can do it."

"Impossible."

Renjo's eyes blazed.

He walked toward me with an overwhelming aura.

"I won't acknowledge you."

Renjo approached me without his greatsword, his aura more ferocious than ever.

* * *

The performance of weapons in Etius is based on mythology.

Mjolnir is no exception. It doesn't inherently possess the power of lightning or the ability that no one can lift it.

However, there is one thing.

Mjolnir can only fly through the air and return to Thor's hand.

People on the continent believe that if Mjolnir acknowledges you, you can control it like Thor, but this has never been confirmed.

It might be possible, or it might not.

'But my Mjolnir is a fake woven in the air.'

This is inside Menosorpo.

The reason Mjolnir is being controlled isn't because it has acknowledged me.

Whether it's Mjolnir, Gram, or Iokeira, anything can be controlled in the air inside Menosorpo.

They all disappear once they go beyond the range of the magic circle.

'But I can guess what he's misunderstanding.'

I have no intention of correcting him.

Because it's none of my business.

"Scum like you, dare to!"

Renjo leaped forward.

I threw Mjolnir again.

Renjo dodged it using his divine power and approached me.

Mjolnir flew toward Renjo again, and he dodged it once more.

This cycle continued.

Despite this, Renjo steadily got closer to me.

'...Damn it.'

My side, where Renjo hit me, ached.

Not just my side.

The fake Dragon Heart continued to drain my life force, like sand slipping from a sandcastle.

Even if it looked fine on the surface, at some point, everything would collapse.

I was certain my body would collapse.

–Even if I defeat Renjo, will I survive?

'Don't think about it.'

That's a luxury.

First, think about defeating Renjo.

"Your attack pattern is too simple!"

Renjo shouted.

As if to prove his point, his movements to dodge Mjolnir seemed more fluid.

Of course, that's because I was just making Mjolnir fly toward Renjo.

Without any other weapons, I only used Mjolnir.

I wanted Renjo to believe I couldn't use any other weapons.

I fervently hoped Renjo would believe this.

Air Weaving

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Gram

With my original mana, I can sustain Gram for about 5 seconds.

I swallowed the Dragon Heart but invested most of its power into Mjolnir.

With the remaining tiny bit of mana.

I weave Gram for just 0.5 seconds.

The Mjolnir I swung horizontally,

was never aimed at Renjo.

Dodge it, Renjo.

You can't avoid the blade that's coming for you.

Kwaang!

Mjolnir passed over the crouching Renjo and struck the handle of Gram, which I had created in the air.

Gram spun in the air.

Swish!

It cut off Renjo's right arm and disappeared.

As I mentioned earlier.

A human body can't withstand Gram.

"..."

Renjo stared at his empty right side.

"Renjo."

I said.

"You don't need to acknowledge me."

* * *

'What...?'

Aten couldn't believe the scene before her eyes.

Frondier had cut off Renjo's right arm.

Even as a third party, Aten couldn't understand what kind of phenomenon this was.

When Frondier struck the air, Renjo's arm was cut off.

That's all she could see.

'Amazing...'

But that wasn't important.

She didn't know Renjo, but she could recognize the strength she faced.

Certainly, one of the strongest in the entire continent. Frondier had cut off such a person's arm.

The sloth of Constel, Frondier.

"..."

Renjo's eyes, which had been filled with excitement and heat, now burned with hatred.

"My left arm is still visible, you know!!"

Renjo shouted and charged at Frondier.

"No!"

Aten shouted.

Frondier couldn't dodge or block Renjo's attack.

And if he took another hit, Frondier would surely...

Aten reached out, but it was too late.

...However.

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Something was coming even faster.

A figure flying toward Frondier from behind.

The sword in her hand was surrounded by blue aura.

Her entire body moved in a straight line, like a still frame.

The strike coming from the air didn't draw a parabola but flew straight and cleanly toward Renjo.

"Ugh!"

Swish, the wind brushed past Renjo's neck.

Renjo barely dodged and stepped back.

A woman stood in front of Renjo, as if protecting Frondier.

"Frondier."

A calm voice.

Her long brown hair fluttered in the wind.

Her gentle eyes looked at Frondier.

"Are you okay?"

It was Ellin.

Frondier looked at her with a dazed expression.

"...I did expect reinforcements."

"Didn't think it would be me?"

"...Yeah."

Frondier, his face covered in blood and sweat, chuckled.

Ellin glanced at him for a moment.

"What are you?"

Renjo's eyes, filled with rage, turned to Ellin.

"Do you want to die with him?"

Even with one arm lost, Renjo was still a formidable opponent for Ellin.

However.

"Hey, stray dog."

Another voice came.

A man who looked ordinary walked over.

Seeing him, Renjo's eyes widened.

"...Edwin Hamelot."

"Thought you were scavenging somewhere again."

Edwin's cold gaze pierced Renjo.

"You're still not dead."

"Shut up."

Their eyes locked, as if trying to wound each other with just their gazes.

They were fierce and sharp.

"You won't be able to run this time."

"Are you going to catch me? Have you ever succeeded?"

"That's why, I'm not alone this time."

As if in response to Edwin's words.

People appeared around Renjo.

Silver armor, spears and swords lined up in a steel army.

The Terscht Royal Knights.

And the woman leading them.

Filly Terscht.

Filly had brought all her royal knights to this place.

"...Frondier."

Filly looked at Frondier with a bewildered expression.

Filly still didn't know much about Frondier.

She thought he was quite intelligent from their few conversations.

But even if she didn't know him, she knew one thing.

It's impossible for a Constel student to cut off Renjo's right arm. It's an event that wouldn't happen even if the heavens and earth were turned upside down.

However.

"Renjo, there's no way out."

Edwin's words were true. Renjo's face darkened with defeat.

After confirming this, Edwin walked over to Frondier.

Edwin bowed deeply in front of Frondier.

"...First, I apologize. And I offer endless gratitude. What you accomplished today is something that will never happen again in the empire,"

Edwin's words trailed off. Nothing happened to him.

It's just that.

The body of the person he was talking to tilted.

Aten was the first to rush forward.

She alone knew Frondier's current condition.

He wasn't out of strength.

He wasn't collapsing from fatigue.

Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Frondier suddenly tilted.

As if all the flames of life had been extinguished.

Frondier.

As his body fell.

It made a

────Clunk

sound.

"Frondier!!!"

Snow maiden, Aten Terscht.

A loud cry she had never made before.