Chapter 238.2: Disappearance (2) Part 2

"Can't you just let it go? Frondier."

──That was practically a declaration of war to me.

Weaving, Obsidian.

Imperial Palace Armory

Spear, Simultaneous Replication 10 units

That statement was enough for me to instantly switch to combat mode by manipulating my gauntlet.

"Huh? What? Fr, Frondier! Wait a minute!"

Jane waved her hands in a fluster, as if she hadn't meant it.

"...If you want me to stop, please answer my question."

What is the name of the current Headmaster of Constel?

Whatever Jane answered, I would gain enough information.

If she said Osprey, I would ask other people about Osprey's existence for cross-verification, and if a different name came up, I would consider the source of the name itself. It would likely be the name of the mastermind.

More importantly, either way, it would be appropriate to interrogate Jane.

I waited for Jane's answer as she was deep in thought. Considering that she couldn't accurately grasp the current situation, I was showing considerable patience, even if I did say so myself.

And the answer that finally came from Jane, who was hesitating, was,

"I can't tell you that!"

"..."

This teacher, really.

Swoosh!!

I shot the spear. And Jane reflexively stretched out both hands, stopping all the spears I had thrown in mid-air.

...Was this "telekinesis"? As expected of Jane.

Jane could use one spell per finger. Simply put, she could manifest up to 10 spells completely independently and simultaneously. There was a reason why she was Constel's magic teacher.

During the final exam, she had used this power to give Aster and Elodie's party a hard time. Jane could create all the magic that Elodie wielded at a faster speed, and with just one finger.

Of course, she couldn't replicate something like the "Storm Poetry" created by Elodie's divine power combination, but the final exam at that time had a hostage situation setting, so such an attack would naturally be out of the question.

Of course, I had no intention of hitting Jane, and Jane would know that too. This situation was a kind of power struggle.

"Fr, Frondier! Th, this is th, threatening! You're threatening a teacher! Frondier is a student and I'm a teacher!"

"I asked for the name of Constel's Headmaster, and your response is to exercise your right to remain silent. There's a limit to being suspicious, teacher."

"There are circumstances behind this! If you just give me a little time, everything will return to normal without any problems!"

"...Oh?"

"Ah! Anyway, I can't say anything more than that!"

It was certain that Jane was deeply involved in this situation.

But what was truly troublesome was Jane's reaction.

'I'd be grateful if she just showed hostility.'

Jane had suddenly appeared in the midst of this situation where Osprey had disappeared, which was clearly an emergency at first glance.

It was clear that she was involved, but she was trying to persuade me instead. Without telling me anything.

'I've never fought just to subdue someone, so it's hard to control my strength.'

If it were like this, my brother Azier or Aster would be much better at it. No, maybe I was the weakest in this area? I only had memories of always trying my best to kill my opponent.

'Should I just lock her in the workshop? No, this building will be completely destroyed.'

Actually, the destruction of the Constel building wasn't that big of a deal, but the problem was that if Osprey had taken some measures in the Headmaster's office, damaging the building itself could interfere with the magic he had set up.

Did Jane even calculate this and was using this stalling tactic? Truly formidable, Constel's magic teacher.

'Besides, Jane has no intention of attacking me, so I'm hesitant to drag this into a fight,'

Just as I thought that.

My sixth sense reacted and Obsidian covered my back.

Thwack!

Turning my gaze, I saw a piece of ice that had flown towards the back of my head fall to the ground after hitting Obsidian. If I hadn't known, it would have hit me directly on the back of my head.

"..."

"Ah."

I looked at Jane again with sunken eyes.

Jane hurriedly waved her hands.

"I, I was just trying to knock you out! I never intended to harm you, student Frondier."

"I see. I understand perfectly."

I observed the ice chunk that had just flown at me.

It wasn't sharp, so as Jane said, it seemed like her intention was to knock me out, but if it had hit me wrong, it could have been very dangerous.

Moreover, since she had aimed for the back of my head, it was possible that it wouldn't have ended with just unconsciousness.

But that was my common sense up until now.

Jane had just taught me that my common sense was wrong.

"A blunt weapon with that much weight and speed hitting me wouldn't kill me, but only knock me out, is that it?"

"...Ah?"

Weaving, Obsidian.

Rank - Common

Workshop

Wooden hammer, Simultaneous Replication 50 units.

I pulled out one of the most basic weapons that had been in Frondier's workshop from the very beginning, even before I came to this world.

This was actually more of a tool than a weapon.

"I was worried, but it worked out well."

"Fr, Frondier?"

"I was worried that even a weapon like this could be dangerous if it hit someone wrong, but I realize that my knowledge is limited. I still have a long way to go."

While maintaining the 10 spears threatening Jane, I adjusted the angles of the wooden hammers and aimed them individually.

Jane's telekinesis wasn't limited to a single object. The reason Jane was currently using all her fingers was because she didn't know the exact power of the spears I was shooting.

If she wanted to, she could use telekinesis on all 10 of my spears with just one finger.

So.

I had no reason to be considerate of Jane.

"Since you have no intention of talking, teacher, I will do as I please. I'll hear the story later."

"Fr, Frondier? Wait a minute! Just a moment! Hey! Wait!"

"Don't worry too much. I just learned something from a teacher I respect."

And so, I said,

Of course, without any resentment or desire for revenge, with a clear and transparent heart.

"Even if a wooden hammer like this hits you on the back of the head, teacher, you'll only faint."