The Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 28

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 28

Chapter 9 Menosorpho (2)

I made an appointment to meet with Cybel later and left the hospital.

And the place I headed to was the library.

Originally, the reason I went to Cybel was not because of ‘Menosorpo’, but because of the ‘Bow of Artemis’.

I tried to check if it could only be used by women, but I couldn’t.

As I was disappointed, I tried to find information about ‘weaving’ at the library.

“Kek, frontier.”

However, this is the sound I heard as soon as I entered the library entrance.

Librarian Einen was looking at me.

“hello teacher.”

“joy.”

Ainen turned his head towards me, as if he was in a bad mood.

It’s not that I’m in a bad mood, it’s that I hate myself.

“You were lucky, Frontier.”

“yes?”

“Mistiltain, your bluff is still working.”

“… … Ah, that’s right.”

Come to think of it, Ainen played a prank on me at the library.

When a party of adventurers discovered Mystiltein, Einen hinted at me.

I was hoping that my opinion that ‘Mistiltein didn’t look like that’ would be overcome.

But, it turns out that Mystiltain was fake.

My bravado is still alive and well.

It’s not a bluff to begin with.

“But why do you keep coming to the library? “It doesn’t suit me.”

“I have a book I’m looking for.”

“Didn’t you give the exact same answer the last time you came here?”

Was it so?

But this time it’s real.

I need to find a book related to ‘weaving’.

Perhaps among magic, illusion… … Is it like this?

Since weaving is my unique skill, it would be very difficult to obtain reference knowledge.

Try it as if you were looking for a needle in a sandy beach.

“Okay, okay. “Take a good look.”

Ainen waved his hand like he was swatting away flies.

It seems like his favorability towards me has become lower.

‘It’s a bit of a waste.’

As I said before, Einen is a good source of information.

Constel is a librarian who collects all information on and off campus, and Ainen himself likes news stories.

So, I am thankful that it informs me in advance of events that may be minor or important, but that I might miss.

… … If I were Astor Evans.

‘hmm?’

At that time, my eyes fell on the paper Ainen was looking at.

It looked like some quiz.

Did Ainen like this?

“… … Are you taking the quiz?”

“Are you gone yet?”

“I didn’t know you would like this.”

As the conversation was pushed a little harder, Ainen sighed.

“I’m not doing it because I like it.”

“sure?”

“Look at this. They say the person who gets all the questions right will receive a gift certificate. “A housewife’s mind can’t overlook something like this.”

Where Ainen pointed, there was definitely a department store gift certificate written as a reward.

And if you look at the quiz.

‘… … uh.’

The quiz wasn’t difficult.

It’s just a chore.

The theme was ‘Miscellaneous knowledge needed for adventurers,’ but it didn’t seem necessary at all.

1. What is the average lifespan of a goblin?

2. When do griffons lay eggs?

… … Something like this.

“Where did you get stuck?”

“why? “Do you recognize me when I see you?”

“That could be true.”

What Einen pointed to was the last question.

12. What does dragon heart mean, and what happens if a human eats it?

I saw this problem and thought.

I don’t think I really want to give you a gift certificate.

There are only two actual Dragon Hearts in the Terst Empire.

One is the resting place of Emperor Terst.

Another is the Bamiës Church, where Pope Ansproy is located.

So most people have never seen it in person, and there is no publicly available data, whether photos or videos.

Even historically, only a very small number of humans have witnessed or used the Dragonheart.

This is too difficult for a department store gift certificate.

‘Does the test taker know the answer to this question?’

I suspect.

There are very few people who know.

And looking at the bottom of the question, Einen wrote:

-heart?

“… … “I only wrote down one.”

“How do I know what happens when humans eat it?”

Ainen held his head and said.

Are you asking me or are you talking to yourself?

I smiled.

“Shall I tell you?”

“Huh, what is it? Do you know what the answer is? really?”

“sure.”

I know.

I actually saw Dragon Heart,

I actually even tried it.

Ainen asked with his eyes clinging to me.

“What happens if people eat it? huh? Please let me know. “If I win, I’ll hand out a gift certificate.”

“First of all, before that.”

“huh?”

“The answer you wrote was also wrong.”

At my words, Ainen looked at me blankly and then opened his mouth.

“Dragon Heart… … “Isn’t it the heart of a dragon?”

“yes. It’s a mana crystal. When a dragon dies, all of its mana is concentrated and crystallized. “It’s in the heart, so it’s called ‘Dragon Heart.’”

“Huh, what are you? It doesn’t suit me. “How do you know this?”

“From a book I saw a while ago, I happened to find it.”

“Is there such a book?”

That kind of book.

I guess there is.

About one book out of millions. maybe.

I didn’t see it though.

“Then what if humans eat it?”

“It’s going to be a waste of time.”

“… … really?”

“yes.”

Einen wrote honestly even though he was suspicious of my words.

… … In fact, it is only half correct.

Because I tried Dragon Heart with Aster.

Even though I know the risk of becoming a ruined person.

If you know the right method, Dragon Heart can increase your mana total.

‘But if you use something like that, it will actually be the wrong answer.’

That is truly knowledge that only I know.

* * *

“Hmm, isn’t this one too?”

After giving Ainen the answer, I searched for books in the library.

Is it possible to ‘modify’ a woven weapon? To get that hint.

Things related to illusions, illusions, magical theory, or mnemonics, and the structure of various weapons.

However, there was nothing anywhere that could be a hint of ‘weaving’.

I leaned against the back of the chair and crossed my arms.

What I finally found out for sure.

The images of objects in Frontier’s workshop are completely identical in structure and outline to reality.

In other words, the workshop does not just ‘remember’ images.

It is truly replicating and storing the outline of an object.

Well, that’s why it can appear in reality, even if only for a moment, and it can imitate the real thing with black cloth.

“Then I think it would be possible to remodel it… … .”

“remodeling?”

I turned my head to the voice.

When I arrived, Elodie was sitting next to me.

Blue eyes turned to me.

“What do you mean by renovation?”

“What’s going on in the library?”

“Aren’t you being too obvious?”

Elodie brought her face closer to me.

… … These days, Elodie’s interest in me has increased significantly.

In a very bad way.

He’s doubting what conclusion his own thoughts have reached or something about me.

“You keep causing trouble these days.”

Elodie looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

“I heard you were involved in the dungeon and the golem incident that happened a few days ago?”

“I wasn’t involved, I was caught up in it.”

Elodie heard me and opened her mouth.

He spoke to me with wide eyes and a serious expression.

“What, is it true?”

“huh?”

“I thought it was just a rumor that you were involved.”

──Ah, damn it.

Edwin’s golem incident was like an unexpected and unexpected event, so I didn’t think about it carefully.

When I think about it, it’s really strange that I got caught up in that.

It was just a rumor.

‘How will Elodie react if she finds out that I cut down the golem?’

I’m a little curious, but bear with me.

I looked around a bit.

“I told you. I was just caught up in it. “I ran away as soon as I saw it.”

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“I heard you ran away.”

Despite my words, Elodie looked around me and checked my wounds.

Serious face, attentive gaze.

Those eyes that try to find bravado in my expression.

… … You’re serious.

Sincerely, you care about me.

“… … Um, well, if nothing happened, that’s fine.”

Elodie cleared her throat as if somewhat embarrassed.

* * *

And a few days later, I headed to the address that Cybel gave me.

Now that I think about it, this is my first time going to a girl’s house since coming to this world.

I thought, as soon as I arrived in front of the main gate.

“Is it you? “The idiot who is focusing on my daughter?”

“dad! “It’s not like that!”

Saibel shouted with a red face.

I don’t know why I say this, but lines like that seem like they’re insulting Cybel.

I get the feeling that the only thing he’s obsessed with is his daughter’s body.

Saibel’s father, Daoud Forte.

In contrast to Cybel’s delicate and beautiful appearance, she boasts a muscular body and large stature.

A scraggly beard and sloppy hair.

Looking at his face, he looks like a blacksmith with smooth hands, but Daoud is more like a delicate sculptor.

Carving a magic circle into a weapon is that difficult.

Well, that’s okay, and honestly, it’s a nice face.

They don’t know me over there.

“joy. Your eyes are dead, and your body is devoid of any strength, Cybel! “Why did you bring this boy because you like him!”

“therefore! Something like that! “No!”

Saibel slapped Daoud in the middle of speaking.

Of course, Daoud didn’t even pretend to listen.

“You said your name was Frontier, right?”

“yes.”

“Hmph, I heard about your business. “Her daughter has asked so earnestly that I will grant it, but when I am done with my business, I will return immediately!”

Cybel’s voice comes from next to me, saying, “When did I ask you so earnestly?”

“Because I can’t accept you!”

Daoud says that and turns his back.

… … I don’t know if it’s because of my mood.

I had an ironic feeling that my relationship with Saibel was actually getting closer because of Dowd.

* * *

I went inside the house and explained everything in my room.

Daoud said.

“So, you want to know the identity of the magic circle?”

“yes. I got it as a dungeon reward. “Because I don’t know who it is.”

“What about activation?”

“It’s done. I also used up mana. But nothing happened.”

Daoud stroked his chin for a moment after hearing my words.

“Well, there’s no way to know if you walk in like this. “Draw it.”

And Daoud handed me a piece of paper.

I took the paper and hesitated for a moment.

“What are you doing? Without drawing. If you say that you left behind a notebook with a magic circle drawn on it or something like that… … .”

“No, that. “I can’t draw on this paper.”

“what? “Why can’t I draw?”

“It’s big.”

Daoud’s eyebrows twitched at my words.

Cybel, who was next to him, also sucked in a breath as if he was a little surprised.

“How big does it mean to be big?”

“So, at least I can’t draw it here.”

Not in a room like this.

At least a large open space is needed.

“Our house also has a backyard. “Is that enough?”

“Yes, if that’s the case.”

“joy. “It would be a good idea to show off your bravado in moderation.”

Daoud said and stood up.

It will definitely sound pretentious.

Just because the magic circle is big doesn’t mean it’s that great.

In fact, the same magic circle has the same effect regardless of whether it is large or small.

But I said.

‘You can’t draw small.’

As such, ‘Menosorpo’ is densely packed with symbols and patterns within the magic circle.

Magic circles that are that complex are very rare.

At least I’ve never seen it.

So Daoud guesses that what I say is a bluff.

Even if you’re not bluffing, you probably don’t think you need a space as large as an ‘open space’.

Daoud, I, and Sybel came out to the vacant lot behind the mansion.

I took out my dagger.

Take Menosorpho’s magic circle from the ‘Workshop’ and place it on the ground.

… … I can draw it in a breathtaking way.

It may be surprising, but it is a very large magic circle.

I bent my knees and started cutting the ground with my dagger.

“… … What are you doing?”

“yes?”

“You need a notebook, a phone, or something with a magic circle drawn on it so you can draw while looking at it.”

“doesn’t exist.”

“You can draw a magic circle right away? “Without even needing a picture?”

“yes.”

As soon as Daoud heard my answer, he shouted as if it were an automatic reflex.

“That’s ridiculous! The irregular patterns and geometry of the magic circle cannot be completely memorized even by those who have thoroughly studied the theory. A large magic circle is even worse than that. “How can you draw a magic circle that isn’t even registered on your phone!”

Because it’s in the workshop.

Because it has higher performance than registering on the phone.

I diligently copied and drew the magic circle I brought from the workshop.

It took quite some time, but Daoud and Saibel watched quietly so as not to disturb me.

“Phew.”

When it was completed and they raised their heads, their faces looked somewhat strange.

Cybel just opened his mouth as if he was surprised, and Daoud was looking at me like I was some strange creature.

“You really painted it all. “I didn’t even look at the picture.”

“yes.”

Actually, I was watching it.

“Elder, what do you think? “What kind of magic circle is this?”

I asked Daoud politely.

Daoud said, “Hmm,” and walked in front of the magic circle.

He looked closely at the magic circle I drew.

You can walk around it, or you can sit and observe certain parts carefully.

As if he had finally come to a conclusion, Daoud shook himself off and stood up.

And said.

“I have no idea.”

fantasy,