Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 2 Branches in the Coffin, Mystyltain (2)

The meeting place was the Miller family mansion.

The Miller family is located in the Haold region in the center of the continent.

Miller was chosen for three main reasons. One was that the family had no intention to purchase Mistiltein due to the low level of the family.

“older brother.”

I saw Atjie on the way to the carriage.

“Does your brother also want Mystyltaine?”

Basically, Atzier doesn’t lie.

As the most influential person to have Mystyltaine is Atjie, I am curious about his feelings.

“Well… … .”

Atjie tilted his head as if to think for a moment.

“It would be nice to have.”

──That answer is Atjieda.

I was satisfied and nodded.

After a few moments, the carriage stopped, and we arrived at the Miller family mansion.

And seeing a certain person in front of the mansion, I swallowed my breath.

The head of the iron wall, Ampere de Roach.

If Atjie was a sword, Ampere itself was the shape of a completed weapon.

Strong eyes and a mustache that gracefully covers the corners of the mouth.

As if to prove his age, his hair and beard were white, but he didn’t look weak at all.

Putting it this way, it didn’t really fit for Frontier to be Ampere’s son and Atzier’s younger brother.

“… … let’s go.”

only two letters.

Atjie also thought that he had a strong sense of words, but Ampere is shorter.

And he doesn’t even look at me while I’m talking.

“Everyone is waiting. Come this way.”

The mansion’s butler guided us.

Since Constell is the farthest from here, it was at first glance natural that our family was the last.

… … Actually, it’s not so obvious. If you leave a few days ago, that’s fine.

This is simply a display of Ampere and pride.

Only Ampere can make the nobles here wait, such a proof.

Kiik, the butler opened the door to the conference room.

‘ah.’

I almost spit it out of my mouth.

I feel it already. What does it mean for the families of the Terst Empire to gather in one place?

It seems that the love they receive from God soon becomes a feeling of pressure and overflows out of the conference room.

“I’m here.”

An elderly white-haired man who gives a short greeting.

‘Zodiac’ Heldre.

“It’s late, do you feel like no one has anything to say?”

A headman who protects the frontier on the opposite side of the Roach family.

Reedwe von Urfa.

“You are welcome.”

Among those here, Ampere’s rival has the most favorable gaze.

Ortell de Richie.

Behind him is Elodie.

In addition, famous heads of state and named children are all in one place… … .

‘what.’

Then he looked at a woman.

… … No other named character is as easy to recognize as me.

Black hair and black eyes. A black woman with a black dress and a black fan even holding it.

Queenie.

Quinier de Viet.

The only daughter of the Viet family and a third grader in Constell. The ‘Goblin’ who resurrected the family that was on the verge of collapse.

Surprisingly, he is only two years older than me with such achievements.

For some reason, the subtle smile behind the fan is looking at me, it’s very questionable.

do you know me

I don’t think that’s possible, but it looks like we need to be concerned… … .

“Then let’s get started. Mr. Miller, where are you?”

“Yes.”

Reidwee looked at Miller with his characteristic, self-contained dialect and light tone.

It may seem rude at first glance, but Reedwee is this way of speaking to everyone of all ranks.

I mean, it’s disrespectful.

The servant beckoned to the butler, and soon afterward, the servants carefully moved the ‘coffin’.

The coffin was placed on a table in the center of the conference room.

“Hey, this one.”

Heldre’s eyes lit up. Those eyes do not show any signs of softening at all, even compared to when they were in their prime.

It is sharp and intense, and that dark and gloomy energy.

But it’s the same for everyone that makes your eyes shine.

“It looks pretty plausible, doesn’t it?”

As someone said, the branches in the coffin are quite elegant in shape.

Above all, it is exactly the same as the description of ‘Mystyltain’ that has been passed down.

“So it doesn’t matter who owns this? tell me first I will offer the mining rights to the Idus mine. Five years.”

Someone made an unexpected deal.

“I have no patience, then I-”

From there, each family heirloom and competition for rights began.

Some people gathered all kinds of wealth and set a value after exchanged money in advance.

Naturally, the children just watch it, but keep their mouths shut and look around. First of all, they have no say. It’s just a tour.

There are three families that do not move. Roach, Risha, and Quunier.

Ortell, the owner of Lisha, had no intention of buying it in the first place, and Quinier was watching the situation around him to see what he was thinking.

However, Ampere was just checking the time.

―And it seemed that it was not long at that time.

“The Roach family wears a sword.”

“You lad, there’s one or two swords,”

Lead-wee stopped playing at the usual tempo.

“Did you say you would bet your sword?”

“Do I need to say it again?”

Suddenly, Ampere removed the scabbard he was wearing around his waist. The weight of stained leather and iron rested on the table.

“… … Would you like to exchange a new thing for a new thing?”

Ortell gave an interesting smile.

Among them, it was Atjie who made the most impressive expression.

“… … father.”

“It’s been decided since I came here.”

Atjie had nothing to say, so she kept her mouth shut.

The expectations that his father puts on him are heavy but not burdensome.

I’m not hung up on Mystyltain, but I’d be happy if it became my own.

However, truly,

Is that thing really worth ‘Gram’ out for?

The famous sword of the hero Sigurd, Gram.

It is no exaggeration to say that Sigurd is the most famous hero in Norse mythology.

Although he is not a god himself, the word ‘sacred thing’ includes even the weapon of a hero.

And when it comes to ‘Gram’, it surpasses any other god’s weapon.

“Come on, let’s calm down for a moment.”

Miller was taken aback and stopped the situation.

“The transaction was abrupt and we have been watching for a while, but there are issues that need to be addressed first.”

“Right.”

Quinier continued.

“In the first place, is this really Mystiltaine?”

His eyes turned to Quinnie. She, who had been observing the situation so far, went out for Jong-yong.

“If this is not Mystiltain, this deal is a whole other matter.”

Yes. It is still too early to trade on the premise that it is genuine. Originally, it must have been valuable because ‘don’t know’ whether it was genuine or not.

“Then, who will check it?”

Reidwee pointed to the transparent tube surrounding Mystyltaine.

There is only one way to find out. Break that coffin.

The current Mystyltain cannot feel any divine feeling.

But if that’s what the feeling was ‘erased’ by that coffin. Mystyltain can be ‘sick’, including that transparent tube.

If so, breaking the coffin is dangerous. No one wants to be punished.

“I don’t check.”

“What are you doing?”

“It is not possible to determine whether this twig is mystyltaine or not. It may or may not be. The value of this thing is in its essence. We have to remember this and proceed with the transaction.”

In other words, the value that the object creates in itself. If you make an expenditure corresponding to that value, the transaction is established.

This was Quinnier’s idea.

If you trade under the assumption that this is a real Mystiltain, Quinnie can’t afford such a condition.

I don’t even want to

However, assuming that this is just a symbol of Mystyltain, and cannot be used in practice. The price goes down, and the family that wants it changes.

Not a family trying to treat Mystyltain as a ‘weapon’, but a family trying to treat it as a ‘signboard’.

It’s Queenie, a family like her.

‘great. If it’s like this, I might be able to get it pretty cheap… … .’

“Does not matter.”

Then one word that stopped her from thinking.

Ampere said in a voice that sounded like a verdict.

“It is only if we prove that it is genuine later.”

“… … You’re still offering your sword? What if that wasn’t real?”

This time, Ortel asks in surprise.

“If it’s not real, that’s the end of it. That’s all.”

“Sounds stupid. What does it mean to put out ‘Gram’?”

“Ortell.”

The voice was lightly breathed, and the air subsided that much.

“My time is long gone.”

Those were the words I couldn’t dare to say.

Everyone ate up in embarrassment and saw Ampere.

“Ajie will surpass me. So what does the sword mean to me?”

“… … Are you really going to abandon him?”

“Don’t make it repeat over and over again.”

Ampere’s eyes are sharp. never once has it been so.

“Mystyltain belongs to Atzier.”

Words that make the son-in-law quiet. It is as clear and conclusive as it is concluded.

Quinn sighed.

I didn’t know that Roach’s lyrics would come out like that.

I can’t help it, it’s time to step back. What are you going to do about giving him away?

There are other things of value.

Everyone seemed to follow Ampere’s will.

From there, a voice like a blade of grass.

“You don’t have to, Father.”

Completely different from Ampere, the comfort that feels like an everyday conversation.

But the meaning of those words is by no means taken lightly.

The gap between the tone and the content was so great that everyone reacted slowly one beat at a time.

“Frondie, stop talking.”

His older brother, Atjie, cautioned. Ampere also narrowed his eyes.

A boiling voice from a low place flowed from Ampere’s mouth.

“Do you know what you are talking about?”

“of course.”

Frontier’s voice is still calm as if he doesn’t know the atmosphere.

Reidwee brought an unhappy face closer to Frontier.

“Is this Earl Gya? The second son that Ampere kept secret.”

For the first time, Reidwe looked at Frontier’s face, which he had never been interested in.

It is a lazy and carefree face.

If it’s good, it’s like that, if it’s bad, it’s just lazy and indolent.

With that peaceful face, you mean going to battle in the future?

“Ayla. You are interfering without understanding the topic. yes?”

Frontier looked at the growling Reidwe for a moment.

wee.

He quickly shifted his gaze and pointed to Mystyltaine.

“Father, there is no need to abandon him to something that is not genuine.”

Reedwee was momentarily stunned by Frontier’s words.

Instructions Did this ignore me?

“How do you know how to talk like that?”

“How you know, there is no way to prove it.”

Frontier took a step forward.

With a natural gait like flowing water. With a sense of relaxation as if going out for a walk.

At the end of the step that makes no one feel confident that there will be peace at the end of that peaceful step.

He stood in front of the coffin and put his hand on it.

“It’s simple to check.”

By the time they said that, everyone understood the meaning.

From the moment I left, I was skeptical.

Ampere, Atzier, Ortell, and Elodie moved and stopped at the same time.

He tried to stop Frontier, but it was too late. No matter what happens, Frontier will take the lead.

I don’t know if they cut off their hands or kill them.

“If you’re really sick of it, go ahead, aren’t you afraid of God?”

Even the dialect of Reidwee, who was embarrassed, became even more bizarre.

“her.”

Frontier laughed. That smile made his surroundings drowsy, not reading the real atmosphere.

“I never feared anything like that.”

Kwachang—!!

The tube was broken.