The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 446 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

And the next day.

“….…”

“So, what do you think? Not too dark, is it? No light comes in from outside here, so you have to create it from within for visibility.”

“….…”

“So I had wisps installed beforehand so they’d turn on whenever someone enters. It seems to have worked out better than I expected. As expected, wisps not made from inscription crystals provide the right amount of light.”

“….…”

Elodie looked around in a daze as Frondier explained.

She was currently standing in the middle of a massive building.

Just as Frondier had said, no light entered from the outside, the door she had entered through had completely disappeared, and her Mana detection told her that something dangerous was scattered throughout the massive building.

She was currently inside the Workshop.

“…What is this place?”

Elodie’s question was surprisingly reasonable.

Frondier nodded and said,

“This is called the ‘Workshop’. It’s the source of my unique skill, a place that acts as both an armory and an archive.”

“…The source of your unique skill?”

Elodie tilted her head.

“That thing where you pull out weapons?”

Then she quickly figured it out.

Frondier nodded.

“My ‘Replication’ skill allows me to replicate any object I’ve seen once. As long as I can observe it properly, I can replicate any weapon. Of course, the more powerful the weapon, the more Mana it consumes.”

“So, this place is where you register the objects you’ve ‘observed’?”

As expected, she was quick to understand.

But Elodie still looked unconvinced.

“But that’s usually the realm of magic, isn’t it? Can something like this really be registered inside an actual building?”

It was a valid deduction.

“You’re right. Originally, this Workshop was also a concept within the skill, but later on, I became able to replicate the Workshop itself.”

“…That’s absurd.”

Elodie crouched down and placed her hand on the ground.

Her eyes narrowed immediately.

“As expected, this isn’t just a normal building. And it’s not simple magic either. It’s like a concept has manifested into reality. This is the realm of Grand Magic.”

“Oh, so am I a Archmage too?”

Frondier had asked jokingly, but Elodie’s expression didn’t improve.

Feeling like he had just become an incredibly clueless person, Frondier closed his mouth.

“…It’s not entirely wrong.”

“Huh?”

“It’s limited to just this Workshop, so it’s a bit much to call you a Archmage, but just being able to utilize this is a dream for most mages.”

Frondier felt awkward at Elodie’s words.

According to Jeanne d’Arc, Replication was a skill given to those who had experienced another world. So the Workshop must be the same.

It was something that could never be achieved through ordinary means, but it wasn’t as if Frondier had accomplished this through effort. It was his ability, but it didn’t feel like it belonged to him, which gave him a strange feeling.

“So why are you showing me this? To brag?”

Elodie asked Frondier, pouting slightly.

“Of course not.”

Frondier waved his hand.

Flutter!

Something flew down from upstairs. Elodie watched in surprise as countless pieces of paper danced in the air.

Meanwhile, a bulletin board appeared next to Frondier, a blackboard behind it, and the three-dimensional map device she had seen before floated in front of him.

Elodie, though understanding the principle, was still dumbfounded by what she was seeing and gaped at it all.

“…What are you doing?”

“I want to learn magic from you from now on.”

Frondier picked up a few stacks of paper and handed them to Elodie.

When Elodie read them, she saw a summary of what she had taught him about magic and a condensed version of a certain book, as if he had extracted the entire concept.

“Here, we have everything we need to teach and learn. We can use the blackboard, post things on the bulletin board, and visually represent what we’ve learned using the 3D map device. Since the curriculum I’ll be teaching this time is something completely new, these facilities are essential—”

“Frondier.”

“Hmm?”

Elodie looked up after carefully reading the papers she was holding.

She looked at Frondier with her intelligent, lake-like eyes and said,

“You got perfect scores on all the written exams back in Constel, didn’t you?”

“….…”

“Was that all cheating?”

Elodie, who was on the verge of becoming a Archmage, even if not quite there yet, and had mastered the combination of the four elements.

As expected, her wisdom surpassed Frondier’s thoughts.

“…Did I get caught?”

“You sneaky little…!!”