The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 213 (1) - The Academys Weapon Replicator

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Dier pulled Angus back, stepping away.

Watching the agents approaching from all sides, Dier laughed bitterly to himself.

‘Mana injections, something people would want.’

Before, even if he could see with his eyes, his body wouldn’t follow, so he always had to find other ways. But now, Dier could choose a simpler method. He could move exactly as he saw.

Of course, not many people saw the usefulness of the mana injection as much as Dier did, but even without that, this thing was definitely something to covet.

“Ellen! Do something about this guy!”

Angus yelled. Dier brought the tip of the syringe closer.

“Are you stupid? No matter how fast Ms. Ellen’s swordsmanship is, it’s slower than me injecting you.”

“Kugh……!”

Angus struggled to somehow escape from Dier. Of course, with his body as a pure researcher, he couldn’t escape Dier’s grasp.

However, that action itself was giving Dier a lot of clues.

‘This man, although weak, his struggling spirit is real.’

Angus was truly trying to escape from Dier. Even though he knew he could be stabbed by the syringe.

‘He looks troubled, but strangely calm. But it doesn’t feel like he’s faking his panic. He just doesn’t feel as threatened as I think he should.’

Then why?

As Dier had experienced himself, this injection was real. It must surely be poison or something to Angus.

‘This injection definitely doesn’t kill you right away. I’m fine, and Senior Ellen looks bad, but she’ll be okay for now.’

Dier didn’t know the time limit yet. But looking at Ellen’s condition, she wouldn’t die suddenly. She was able to check her own body.

‘This man, Angus, must know the time limit. Is he confident that he can get the antidote within the time limit? Is that why he’s struggling so fearlessly?’

But if he was really confident that he would be okay even if he got the injection, why was he so flustered?

This wasn’t the kind of panic you show when a needle is pointed at your neck. If that were the case, he wouldn’t be struggling so much without caring about his life.

Angus was putting all his effort into escaping from Dier.

That is.

“……Mr. Angus.”

Dier spoke up, just in case.

“The antidote, do you happen to have it right now?”

Upon hearing those words.

The moment his tense shoulders, hardened face, and eyes looking straight ahead momentarily turned to the right where Dier was.

Thud!

Dier tripped Angus’s feet, causing him to fall.

“Y-you bastard! What nonsense are you talking about! Ellen, kill this guy! Elleeeeen!”

Angus shouted, his face smashed against the floor. Dier ignored him and searched Angus’s body.

Ellen slowly approached him.

Ellen raised her sword and pointed it at Dier.

“You didn’t think I would attack, did you?”

To that, Dier replied.

“Yes.”

As if he didn’t even need to see the tip of Ellen’s sword.

“I didn’t think so at all.”

“……I tricked you and brought you here?”

“Thanks to that, I was able to find this hideout.”

Dier didn’t find anything significant on Angus’s back and turned him over. Angus, rolling around on the floor like a cushion, was humiliated by that alone.

“I had a message from Senior Sloth.”

“Senior Sloth?”

“Ah, I’m talking about Senior Frondier de Roach. Don’t tell Senior Frondier that I called him Senior Sloth. He treats people as alive as long as they’re not dead.”

It seemed like an obvious statement, but I understood what she wanted to say.

By the way, Frondier.

You also heard from Frondier.

“What did he say?”

“That a helper would come.”

“……!”

“If you really want to find their hideout, he said to wait for the helper.”

Ellen heard those words and remembered.

The note Frondier had sent her.

Follow any orders from the hideout.

Ellen trusted Frondier’s words and brought Dier here.

Because Frondier knew that the mana injection research team wanted Dier.

So, naturally, the ‘helper’ that Dier mentioned was.

‘Me.’

Ellen lowered her sword. Angus saw that and glared.

“Ellen! Are you okay without the antidote? Your body won’t last long! You should know that yourself!”

“Since my body became like this, I’ve been looking for a place to die anyway.”

Hearing Ellen’s words, Angus gritted his teeth.

“Hey! Kill these two bastards!”

Hearing Angus’s words, the combat agents who were waiting rushed in. They thought Ellen would take care of it, but the situation had reversed.

One Strike.

Swish—

Ellen placing the tip of her sword on the ground wasn’t simply a sign of giving up the fight.

With the ground as a makeshift support, Ellen’s sword strike extended, drawing a graceful curve and wrapping around the surroundings.

“Ugh!”

“Argh!”

The combatants fell, hit by the strike. They weren’t seriously injured as they were hit with the flat of the blade, but their vital points were precisely struck, so they wouldn’t be able to get up for a while.

“You’re still saving lives in the midst of all this.”

“This is Constel, and I’m the student council president.”

At those words, Dier grinned.

Finally, Dier found the antidote in Angus’s pocket.

However, he soon frowned.

“……You.”