The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 447 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

Before delving into the magic experiment sparked by his “brilliant idea,” Frondier had more pressing matters to attend to.

Atlas’s break was a week away.

Which meant final exams were upon them.

And that meant Frondier had to create exam questions.

“Questions 1 through 10 will be basic…”

“Ensure a balanced difficulty curve…”

Naturally, Frondier wasn’t single-handedly crafting an entire exam for a single subject.

In fact, he barely did anything.

Atlas’s exams were a collaborative effort among teachers, and this tendency was even more pronounced for theoretical subjects.

While everyone else in the conference room engaged in passionate discussions, Frondier sat quietly.

‘Should I speak up, or not?’

He was, to put it simply, observing the room’s dynamics.

As a new teacher, he couldn’t exactly throw his weight around, and his personality didn’t incline him to do so anyway.

He was already swamped. The last thing he needed was more work.

“Now that we’ve established the scope, let’s wrap it up for today. We’ll reconvene to review the drafted questions next time.”

The most senior magic teacher concluded the meeting.

Up until that point, Frondier had barely spoken. He’d only offered appropriate responses when directly addressed.

Yes, Indeed, I see, That’s right. Those four phrases constituted his entire contribution to the meeting.

“We’re counting on you as well, Professor Frondier.”

“Yes. I believe I was responsible for questions 15 through 20.”

Like any other institution, Atlas’s written exams progressively increased in difficulty. Of course, there were trick questions sprinkled throughout, but those didn’t necessarily constitute difficulty.

‘This should be manageable. The Workshop contains materials from all the first semester classes, including summaries, key points, areas for improvement, and supplementary notes. It’s a treasure trove of knowledge…’

It wasn’t the most ethical approach for a teacher, but he was aiming for efficiency.

“Professor Frondier.”

Professor Giotto called out to him.

“Yes?”

“Have you considered crafting the final question?”

Frondier stared at him, unsure of what he meant.

Giotto winked, subtly closing one eye in a gesture meant only for him. It reeked of feigned benevolence.

“Creating the final question is a significant responsibility. However, if you do well, it will undoubtedly solidify your standing.”

“…I suppose so.”

Frondier tilted his head noncommittally.

‘As a new teacher, I doubt I’d be entrusted with such a task.’

The final question, naturally, had to be the most challenging, demanding a thorough understanding of the semester’s teachings.

It seemed unlikely they’d burden a new teacher with such a responsibility.

Was Professor Giotto suggesting this for Frondier’s benefit?

Honestly, it just sounded like more unnecessary work.

Frondier’s shoulders slumped.

‘This guy, whether he’s on my side or not, is nothing but trouble.’

He glanced around the room.

He hadn’t been too concerned until now because he’d assumed the other teachers would object.

However,

“I think it’s a splendid idea! I’m in favor.”

“What?”

One teacher spoke up, and another nodded in agreement.

“Professor Frondier may be new, but the student evaluations are overwhelmingly positive. They praise his teaching quality and deep understanding of the subject matter.”

“…No, no, I merely strive to deliver standard lessons…”

Another teacher joined in.

“I agree. After all, Professor Frondier is the brilliant mind behind the 3D Map! It would be a shame to let such talent go to waste.”

“Well, the 3D Map has nothing to do with magic theory…”

They weren’t listening.

They were actively advocating for him.

Everyone wanted him to create the final question.

That’s when it hit Frondier.

‘None of them want to do it!’

He wasn’t the only one who found crafting the final question tedious.

Sure, a well-designed question would earn him recognition from his peers and positive feedback from students, but that was only if he could pull it off.

This was a written exam for a theoretical magic class. There wasn’t much room for innovation, and a clumsy attempt at raising the difficulty could backfire spectacularly.

They weren’t trying to burden him.

They simply didn’t want to do it themselves.

“Then it’s settled. We’re counting on you, Professor Frondier!”

Meanwhile, Giotto flashed him a thumbs-up, smugly convinced he’d done him a favor.

Resisting the urge to break his thumb, Frondier forced out a response.

“…Very well.”

‘As long as I’m stuck with this…’

Frondier’s Workshop housed all the materials from the entire first semester. It was a repository of condensed knowledge, complete with summaries, analyses, improvements, and supplementary notes.

He had everything he needed to create the perfect “final question.”

‘Let’s make this interesting.’

Frondier smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A peculiar idea was beginning to take shape.