Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 9 Menosorphs (2)

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

And I went to the library.

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

I tried to check if it was only for women, but I couldn’t.

Unfortunately, I tried to find information about ‘weaving’ in the library.

“Kek, Frontier.”

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

The librarian Ainen was looking at me.

“hello teacher.”

“huh.”

Ainen turned her head to me in a bad mood.

It’s not that I feel bad, it’s that I don’t like it.

“You are lucky, Frontier.”

“yes?”

“Mystyltain, your bluff is still working.”

“… … Oh, yes.”

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

When a certain adventurer party discovered Mystyltaine, Ainen hinted at me.

I was hoping that my opinion that ‘Mystyltain didn’t come like that’ would be broken.

But, it turned out that the Mystyltain was fake.

My bluff is still there.

Not a lie in the first place.

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

“I have a book I want to find.”

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

Was it?

But this time it is.

You should find a book about ‘weaving’.

Perhaps among magic, welcome… … do you want to

Weaving is my unique skill, so it would be very difficult to obtain any reference knowledge.

I’m going to try it like I’m looking for a needle on a sandy beach.

“Yes, yes. Look for it.”

Ainen waved her hands like a fly.

It seems that he has a lower affinity for me.

‘It’s a little pricey.’

As I said before, Ainen is a good informant.

Constell is a librarian who gathers information on and off campus, and Ainen himself likes articles.

So, I am grateful to inform them of minor or important events in advance that I might miss.

… … If I were Astor Evans.

‘Well?’

Then I looked at the paper Ainen was looking at.

It looked like some quiz.

Did Ainen like this?

“… … Are you taking a quiz?”

“You haven’t gone yet?”

“I didn’t know you would like this.”

After pushing the conversation even a little bit, Ainen sighed.

“I don’t do it because I like it.”

“sure?”

“Look at this. Whoever got all the questions right will get a gift certificate. A housewife’s heart cannot pass this on.”

Where Ainen pointed his finger, a department store gift certificate was clearly written as a reward.

And look at the quiz.

‘… … uh.’

The quiz was not difficult.

just messy

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 does the griffon lay eggs?

… … what’s like this

“Where are you stuck?”

“why? Can’t you see?”

“It could be.”

Ainen pointed to the last question.

12. What does dragon heart mean, and what will happen if humans eat it?

I saw this problem and thought.

Gift vouchers, it seems like you don’t want to give them away.

There are only two Dragon Hearts in the Terst Empire.

One is the resting place of Emperor Terst.

Another is the church of Bamies, where Pope Ansprey is located.

So, most people have never seen the real thing, and there are no publicly available data, whether photos or videos.

Historically, only very few have seen or used Dragon Hearts by humans.

It’s too difficult for a department store gift certificate.

‘Does the author know the answer to this question?’

suspected

Very few people know.

And looking under the problem, Ainen wrote:

-heart?

“… … I only wrote one.”

“How do I know what happens to humans when they eat them?”

Ainen clasped her head and said.

Are you asking me or are you talking to yourself?

I smiled.

“Can I tell you?”

“Hey, what is it? do you know what the answer is really?”

“sure.”

aldamada.

I actually saw Dragon Heart,

I actually even tried eating it.

Ainen asked with eyes that seemed to cling to me.

“What happens to people when they eat them? huh? let me know If I win, I will give you a gift certificate.”

“Before that.”

“yes?”

“Your answer is also wrong.”

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

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

“yes. It’s a mana decision. When a dragon dies, it condenses and crystallizes all the mana it has. It’s in the heart, so it’s called ‘Dragon Heart’.”

“Hey, what are you? don’t fit How do you know this?”

“In a book I read a while ago, somehow.”

“Do you have such a book?”

such a book.

maybe there

About one out of a few million. maybe.

I didn’t see it.

“Then what if humans eat it?”

“It’s going to be a waste.”

“… … really?”

“yes.”

Ainen wrote my words questionable yet frankly.

… … In fact, it is only half the answer.

Because I ate Dragon Heart with Aster.

Even though I know the danger of becoming a delinquent.

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

‘But if you use it, it will be an incorrect answer.’

That’s really knowledge that only I know.

* * *

“Um, isn’t this too?”

After I gave Ainen the answer, I searched the book in the library.

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

Anything related to illusions, illusions, magic theory, or mnemonics, or the structure of various weapons.

However, there was no hint of ‘weaving’ anywhere.

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

At least that’s what I found out for sure.

The image of objects in Frontier’s workshop is completely identical to reality in its structure and essence.

In other words, the studio does not simply ‘remember’ images.

In fact, it is replicating and storing the essence of things.

That’s why it’s possible to make it appear in reality for a while, and to imitate the real thing with black cloth.

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

“remodeling?”

I turned my head to the voice.

When he arrived, Elodie was sitting next to him.

Blue eyes stared at me.

“What do you mean by modification?”

“What’s going on in the library?”

“Aren’t you talking too blatantly?”

Elodie brought her face closer to me.

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

in a very bad sense.

I am questioning what conclusion my own thoughts have reached, something about me.

“You keep making things happen these days.”

Elodie looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

“You said you were involved in the dungeon as well as the golem incident that happened a few days ago?”

“I wasn’t involved, I was involved.”

Elodie heard me and opened her mouth.

He said to me with his eyes wide open and a serious expression on his face.

“What, really?”

“yes?”

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

—Oh, damn it.

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

Come to think of it, it’s very strange that I got involved in that.

It was just a rumor.

‘How will Elodie react when he finds out that I have slain the golem.’

A little curious, but bear with me.

I turned around moderately.

“You said I just got caught up in it. As soon as I saw it, I ran away.”

“Are you hurt?”

“I ran away.”

Elodie looked around me and confirmed the wounds despite my words.

Serious face, attentive gaze.

Those eyes that try to find the pretentiousness in my face.

… … I’m serious.

Seriously, you care about me.

“… … Well, well, I wish nothing had happened.”

Elodie coughed in vain, as if somehow embarrassed.

* * *

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

Come to think of it, it’s the first time I’ve been to a girl’s house since I came to this world.

As soon as I arrived in front of the front door, I thought.

“Is it yours? Who is that asshole who is flirting with my daughter?”

“Dad! Because it’s not like that!”

Cybel shouted with a red face.

It’s okay to say things like this, but those lines seem to be insulting Cybel.

I feel like I’m the only one who flirts with my daughter.

Cybel’s father, Daud Forte.

In contrast to Cybel, who has a soft and beautiful appearance, she boasts a muscular body and large size.

Roughly overgrown beard and overgrown hair.

Just by looking at his face, he looks like a blacksmith with a smooth hand, but Daoud is more like a delicate sculptor.

Engraving a magic circle on a weapon is that difficult.

Well, that’s happened, honestly, it’s a nice face.

I don’t know me over there.

“huh. Her eyes are dead, and her body doesn’t even have any energy, Cybel! What did you like about this guy to bring you here!”

“So! like that! No!”

Cybel slapped Daoud in the middle of speaking.

Of course, Dawood didn’t even listen.

“Your name, did you say Frontier?”

“Yes.”

“Heh, I heard the dragon. My daughter earnestly asks me to do it, and I will do it, but I’ll go back as soon as the business is over!”

When did I earnestly ask, Cybel’s voice comes from the side.

“Because I can’t accept you like that!”

Saying that, Dowd turned his back.

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

It felt ironic, as if the relationship with Cybel was getting closer because of Dawood.

* * *

I went into the house and explained what was happening in the room.

said Dowd.

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

“Yes. I got it as a dungeon reward. I can’t figure it out.”

“Initiation?”

“It’s done. It also consumed mana. But nothing happened.”

Dowd patted his chin for a moment at my words.

“Well, I have no way of knowing. Draw it.”

And Daud handed me the paper.

I took the paper and hesitated for a moment.

“What are you doing? without drawing If you say something like that you left behind a notebook drawn by the magic circle… … .”

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

“What? Why can’t you draw?”

“It’s big.”

Dowd’s eyebrows twitched at my words.

Cybel, who was next to him, took in a breath as if a little startled.

“How big is big?”

“So, at least I can’t draw here.”

Not in this room.

At least a large open space is required.

“We also have a backyard. Would that be enough?”

“Yeah, if that’s enough.”

“huh. It would be better to be bluffing in moderation.”

Dowd said so and stood up.

It will certainly sound pretentious.

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

In fact, the same magic circle has the same effect regardless of its size or size.

But I said.

‘You can’t draw small’.

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

Such a complex magic circle is very rare.

At least I’ve never seen it.

So Daoud assumes that my words are bluff.

Even if it’s not pretentious, I don’t think it’s necessary to have an area as wide as an ’empty space’.

Me, Daud, and Cybel came out to the vacant lot behind the mansion.

I pulled out a dagger.

Bring Menosorpo’s magic circle from the ‘workshop’ and place it on the ground.

… … Slowly, I can draw.

It’s a new thing, but it’s a dirty big magic circle.

I bent my knees and began to slash the ground with my dagger.

“… … What are you doing?”

“Yes?”

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

“There is not.”

“Can you draw a magic circle right away? You don’t even need a picture?”

“Yes.”

As soon as Dowd heard my answer, he exclaimed like an automatic reflex.

“Funny! The irregular patterns and geometry of the magic circle cannot be completely memorized even by those who have studied the theory thoroughly. A large magic circle is more than that. How do you draw a magic circle that is not registered on your phone!”

Because it’s in the workshop.

Because it is higher performance than registering on the phone.

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

It took a lot of time, but Daud and Cybel watched quietly so as not to disturb me.

“Whew.”

As soon as it was finished and looked up, their faces were somehow strange.

Cybel just opened her mouth as if surprised, and Daud looked at me like a monstrous creature.

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

“Yes.”

I was actually watching.

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

I politely asked Daud.

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

He looked closely at the magic circle I drew.

Sometimes I walk around it, I sit down and observe a certain part carefully.

As if he had finally come to a conclusion, Daud shook his head and stood up.

and said

“I have no idea.”