Frondier couldn’t bring himself to agree immediately. He didn't know how Heracles would react.
Instead, someone whose reaction was easier to predict spoke up.
“Kill a God, you say? How dare a mere human! Such utter blasphemy!”
Telephus couldn’t hold back and finally intervened.
Of course, his voice failed to reach both Frondier and Heracles.
“Have you come to me to ask how? To me, a demigod, a son of Zeus?”
Heracles asked, and…
“Yes.”
…Frondier answered curtly.
“…Haha.”
Heracles lowered his head and chuckled.
Then, a terrifying bloodlust.
“!”
Frondier quickly readied Obsidian. Even though Obsidian hadn’t been able to fully block Heracles’ fist before, it was better than taking a direct hit without any defense. This was a matter of life and death.
“What a shame, Frondier.”
However, Heracles did not attack Frondier.
“I don’t know how.”
“…Is that so?”
“If I knew…”
And Heracles’ bloodlust intensified.
That’s when Frondier realized. This bloodlust wasn’t directed at him.
“I would have been the first to kill a God.”
It was bloodlust directed at the Gods.
The moment he realized that, Frondier's image of Heracles completely transformed.
“F-Father…”
Telephus let out a startled, frightened sound. This was news to even him.
‘Heracles said he stepped back and didn’t participate in the war. If that’s the reason…’
Frondier felt like he had gained a small clue.
“…However.”
Heracles’ bloodlust faded away. As if something had occurred to him, his eyes deepened and drifted to the left.
“There is something that bothers me.”
“What is it?”
“How were you able to feign your death? Against the Gods, no less.”
“…Does the answer to that question relate to the method of killing a God?”
“That depends on your answer.”
It sounded almost like a threat, but Heracles’ bloodlust was gone.
It depended on his answer. Perhaps that was exactly what he meant.
Frondier decided to be honest. He explained about the unique nature of the Pandemonium, how entering and exiting it was entirely up to him.
Lying in front of Heracles was too risky, and if Heracles could listen to this and offer advice, that was all that mattered.
So, he spoke.
But then…
“…”
“…”
Both Heracles and Telephus fell silent, their eyes fixed on Frondier.
Even Telephus, who always had something to say, who couldn’t resist making a snide remark, was strangely quiet.
Finally, it was Telephus who broke the silence.
“…Unbelievable.”
“That’s not your usual reaction. I expected something like, ‘Don’t lie to me!’”
Even when Frondier lightly provoked him, Telephus’s expression only grew more serious.
He spoke.
“It’s unbelievable because it has to be a lie.”
With Telephus reacting this way, Frondier knew that the atmosphere had become grave.
That was when Heracles spoke.
“How many others know about this?”
“…Not many.”
“Among the Gods?”
“Athena is the only one who saw it directly.”
“Athena…”
Heracles covered his face with his hand. Either his face was small or his hand was large, because a single hand covered his entire face. However, the glint in his eyes that peeked through his fingers was ice-cold.
“Frondier, there is a way. Or rather, a possibility has emerged.”
“Is that true?”
Heracles nodded.
The atmosphere was strange. Frondier, who wished for a way, was being told that a possibility existed by Heracles.
However, the expressions on both Heracles’ and Telephus’s faces were far from optimistic.
“Frondier, who do you think would know how to kill a God? Do you truly believe that a God would possess such knowledge?”
“…”
Frondier had thought the same thing.
For instance, if someone was cursed, they would seek out a healer, not a sorcerer. Just as one would visit a doctor for food poisoning, not a food company or a chef.
Usually, when seeking knowledge, it was right to look in the opposite direction of the subject.
Therefore, it would be difficult for a God to know how to kill another God.
However, what on earth was the opposite of a God?
“You should go to the Giants. They will know the way.”
“…!”
Frondier’s eyes widened at Heracles’ words.
The Giants, whose true nature Frondier was gradually coming to understand.
They were the humans of the past. The humans who had opposed the Gods.
But then, another thought occurred to him, and he spoke.
“…But if we’re talking about Giants, then they were all… a long time ago…”
“Yes, Ragnarok. All the Giants perished back then.”
Heracles said so, then shook his head as if correcting himself.
“…Or rather, they are as good as dead. That would be a more accurate way to put it.”
“…What do you mean?”
“The Giants of that time possessed the power to rival the Gods. Not all of them fell to the Gods’ blades.”
Frondier blinked.
With each blink, he absorbed the meaning behind Heracles' words, the information they held.
Thump-
“…Pandemonium.”
“The Giants used Eclexis. Just as you do now.”
In other words, many of the Giants clashed with the Gods using Eclexis, and when the Pandemonium opened, some emerged victorious, while others tasted defeat.
In that case, that Pandemonium still…
“Frondier. Let me make one thing clear.”
Heracles spoke in a grave tone of warning.
“I, more than anyone, understand the inferno that Ragnarok unleashed.”
Ragnarok, the battle between Giants and Gods.
And…
“Why do you think there are so many myths about Giants?”
Thump, thump.*
Frondier's heart pounded in his chest.
It wasn’t excitement or anticipation he felt.
It was closer to terror.
“Do you truly wish to repeat Ragnarok?”
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