The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 448 (2) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

And back in the conference room.

It was the day the teachers gathered to review the questions they had created together.

If there were no problems here, it would be finally approved by President Carla and become the final exam.

In fact, the review was nothing more than a formality. Of course, they would do it properly, but there was no way there would be a problem, considering the characteristics of Atlas, which gave extremely orthodox and classical questions.

And the last question of the final exam that Frondier made.

“…….”

“…….”

“…….”

All the teachers fell silent at the very last review question.

And a few seconds later, one teacher spoke.

“I think it’s fine.”

“I agree. Let’s go with this.”

They passed it without much to say.

Frondier bowed his head.

“Thank you.”

The teachers didn’t understand why Frondier was expressing ‘gratitude’, but the meeting ended like that.

One of the teachers came out of the conference room and said to Frondier.

“Hey, Mr. Frondier.”

“Yes?”

“About that last question.”

The teacher whispered in a slightly lower voice.

“Don’t you think it’s too easy? Even though you made it an essay question.”

“Hahaha.”

Frondier nodded and laughed as if that was indeed the case.

“I hope the students all feel that way too.”

* * *

Thus, the question Frondier had created was approved by the teachers and reached Carla, the president.

Carla hummed as she looked over the exam questions.

“Mr. Frondier was also going to be setting questions for this exam. And the last one at that.”

Carla was waiting with a mixture of anticipation and worry.

As the president, she was naturally interested in the growth of her students. And when it came to exams, which allowed her to check on that growth, she was more enthusiastic than anyone else.

Now that the curse was gone and he was completely human, and Antero wouldn’t bother her for a while, she could fully focus on Atlas.

At least until vacation.

‘You never know when another storm will hit, so let’s do it right while we can.’

Carla slowly examined the exam questions.

As expected, there was no problem with most of the questions. Or rather, should she say there was no room for problems? They were the very definition of textbook questions.

And finally, the last question.

Knowing that Frondier had created it, Carla was looking forward to it, but at first, she was a little disappointed.

“……It’s ordinary?”

The content of the question was simple.

[The following is a formula composed of the contents of Chapters 1, 3, and 4 of Basic Magic Theory. Predict the result that will occur from this formula, and describe the reason for the result.]

Below it was written a formula composition of lines and symbols, and the composition, as stated directly in the question, was made up of formulas that appeared in the first semester.

A combination of formulas they already knew. Predicting its effect was all too simple.

“Besides, the question is too kind. It even tells you which chapter the formulas appear in.”

It was too easy a level of difficulty to be called the last question.

Carla rested her chin on her hand and looked at the question again.

‘Come to think of it, this is Mr. Frondier’s first time as a teacher. It must be his first time making a test question, so he’s probably not used to setting the difficulty level yet.’

Still, it was true that it was a question that couldn’t be solved unless you had studied the entire semester. You had to be familiar with the formulas from each chapter. In that sense, it was a passing grade.

“If you squeeze it according to this formula, surely…”

Carla was instinctively solving the problem Frondier had submitted. As soon as she saw the formula structure drawn, she had a hunch what the effect would be.

This was closer to word-solving than problem-solving. If you knew what the formulas were, you would naturally know the effect. It was extremely simple…

“……Huh?”

That’s when Carla realized.

After drawing the formula structure in her head and predicting what it would be like when it was actually operated with Mana.

“……This, it won’t activate.”

Her hand, which had been supporting her face, fell. She slowly straightened her posture and looked at the question again.

‘The formula structure is extremely theoretical. Of course, it’s not a typical form, but it’s a composition strictly structured within a framework. But…’

The fact that it didn’t activate wasn’t the problem in itself.

If it was simply that kind of problem, then Frondier had just made a mistake in the question.

The problem was that the structure of the formula she was looking at was exactly as it was implemented in theory.

In other words, if it were according to ‘theory’, the magic should be activated.

But it wasn’t activated.

‘…Come to think of it, in the question…’

The question said to ‘predict the result and describe the reason’.

It didn’t say to describe the effect of this formula.

Frondier knew it from the beginning. That magic wouldn’t be completed with this formula.

Then why?

Why wouldn’t a formula built according to ‘theory’ activate according to ‘theory’?

“……Mr. Frondier……!”

Only then did Carla raise her head with a pale face.

This was a question beyond the realm of difficulty.

No, it was a question beyond the realm of ‘students’ called Atlas.

“You should have submitted something like this as a thesis first……!”