The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

That's right. The biggest reason it's difficult to persuade Renzo.

Renzo is not interested in the Empire's downfall.

It's not that he disregards his own life, but rather that he's confident that he'll survive even if the entire continent is engulfed in flames.

From Renzo's perspective, fighting the Empire would be much more fun than fighting Manggot.

More than anything, he wants to kill me so badly, so naturally, if he had to choose sides, he would choose Manggot's.

“You're smarter than me, Frondier. You didn't come here without thinking, did you? No, you wouldn't be that naive. You wouldn't come here to this barren land with no connections to get your head chopped off. Frondier, stop beating around the bush and tell me what you're thinking. Otherwise, I'll cut off your limbs right here. That wouldn't be very pleasant. It would be after I'm disappointed in you.”

Renzo's blade gleamed with a sharp light. The sword, infused with his aura, became even more ferocious than before.

“Renzo, don't you want to fight a god?”

“…Oh.”