The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 29

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 29

Chapter 9 Menosorpo (3)

“In the end, the interpretation of a magic circle is similar to a translation. You can reveal what you are looking for by interpreting it according to the direction and location of the set of symbols. But—”

Daoud pointed to a part of the magic circle.

“I’ve never seen a sign like this in the first place. I can hardly find any symbols or grammar commonly used in magic circles. If you translate it, beyond not knowing what ‘I’ means, I don’t even know what ‘ㄱ’ is.”

Daoud spoke with a very confident attitude. As if he didn’t know and no one would know.

I scratched my face.

“Do you think I drew the magic circle in a wrong way?”

As soon as he met me, Dowd showed signs of dislike and was suspicious of me. He might think that I drew a fake magic circle on purpose as a prank.

Besides, he looks really bad right now.

“no.”

However, Daoud shook his head resolutely.

“There is unity in the pattern. And the symbols used are consistent in activating magical guidance. “A magic circle drawn randomly by hand would not look like this.”

Whatever his assessment of me, I had a cool-headed understanding of the magic circle.

I was a little impressed.

“He seemed in a bad mood, so I thought it might be something like that. sorry.”

“It is true that it is unpleasant. Rather, it is unpleasant because it is a proper magic circle. “Still, I can’t interpret it.”

Dowd was lost in thought for a moment, touching his chin with his hand.

Finally, he opened his mouth.

“You said you got this as a dungeon reward, right?”

“What kind of dungeon was it?”

“Well, it was a low-level dungeon. There are a lot of trap designs in the cave environment and there are ratmen inhabiting it…”

“Not like that. What was the device for clearing the dungeon? boss? switch? puzzle? “How did you solve the dungeon?”

Dowd’s question.

I looked at Cybel for a moment.

Cybel didn’t watch the process of solving the dungeon. If possible, I want to leave it unnoticed.

“It was a sanctuary.”

I spit out the appropriate facts.

It is not common to have a shrine in a dungeon, but it is not very rare either.

If I just hide that I solved it by saying ‘I don’t believe in God’, it won’t be that much of a problem.

“…a sanctuary.”

Daoud’s eyes narrowed.

“Then there is a possibility that this magic circle is an ‘ancient language.’”

“Ancient language…”

I recited the word with my breath.

Daoud said.

“The original sanctuary was a relic created when God was present on this earth. The reward you get there is likely to be an ancient language. This is especially true if it is a collection of symbols like a magic circle.”

Ancient language.

It is literally a language that existed long ago but is now lost.

The reason for its disappearance is unknown, but the most influential hypothesis among modern scholars is that it is

too difficult.

And in addition

– they must have made it to flirt with each other.

I made this guess, and it’s actually almost correct.

Ancient language is a language created by wizards to communicate among themselves.

In fact, it itself is magic.

The biggest characteristic of ancient languages is that ‘pronunciation’ and ‘writing’ occur simultaneously.

A person who has learned an ancient language will naturally hear the same sounds when he or she sees the ancient language.

That’s the way language is, words with the same letters have countless different meanings. Even though the letters are the same, the pronunciation is often different.

Of course, if an ordinary person reads the text, it is impossible to interpret it.

‘Ancient language.’

I looked again at the magic circle I had drawn.

I also have knowledge of what ancient languages are, but I cannot interpret them.

But I got the hint. If this magic circle is an ancient language, I understand why nothing happened when it was activated.

As I said before, ancient languages contain ‘sound’ in letters.

In other words, this magic circle also needs to be spoken out loud, rather than just being drawn and mana added. There is one more step of activation.

‘If you recite the name of the magic circle, ‘Menosorpo’, it might work properly.’

Just like a character shouts out the name of a skill in a cartoon or game.

Remarks complete this magic circle.

‘…but.’

Let’s not do it here.

Because I don’t know what will happen.

* * *

After Frontier left.

Daoud looked at the magic circle drawn by Frondier in silence for a long time.

Cybel was standing next to him.

“…Dad, are you still watching?”

“hmm.”

At Cybel’s words, Dowd pointed to a corner of the magic circle with his finger.

“It was called Frontier. “It was there that he first started drawing magic circles.”

The location is the edge of the vacant lot.

From there, Frondier began drawing a magic circle with his dagger and created a shape.

“And like I said, I drew a very large magic circle. “In this vacant lot.”

“Huh? It’s amazing that you remember a magic circle this size in detail, right?”

“There is that too. And one more thing.”

“and also?”

Daoud looked at Saibel and asked as if asking a question.

“Sibel, assuming you were to draw a magic circle, where would you start? “If you were to move and draw something this large.”

“…Um, from the middle?”

“yes. That’s normal. It’s also perfect for balancing the magic circle. But Frontier drew from the edges. I drew the outside first and then filled in the inside. “Why?”

“…Well?”

Cybel, who had no idea what was happening, tilted his head.

Daoud said.

“Frondier knew the exact range and spacing of the magic circle. A magic circle that would occupy almost the entire vacant lot without any error. “Do you realize how absurd this is?”

It’s not just about remembering.

In addition to remembering the shape and symbols of the magic circle in detail, the design also remembers the size of the entire magic circle and the spacing and position of each symbol.

“I don’t know if I should consider this memory. “If we call this ‘memory,’ then what a person has done so far is not even a memory.”

“….”

Cybel exclaimed with his mouth open.

Memorizing the entire shape of the magic circle was impressive enough, but having the spacing and numbers of all parts stored in my head.

“Hmm, at first I thought there was something to be said about bringing in a boy who was losing his energy.”

“Oh, huh?”

“I guess there’s something for you to choose from.”

Sibel’s face instantly turned bright red.

“So that’s not it! “Say how many times!”

“Don’t be so shy. Now, this father is also seeing that guy again. Well, even so, my mind hasn’t completely changed. “If I don’t do something about those sleepy eyes…”

“Why does all the other words work, but this one doesn’t!”

Ding dong.

I don’t know if the timing was good or bad, but the front doorbell rang just then.

“Hmm, are you a guest? “I’ll be back for a while.”

“it’s okay! “I’ll go out!”

Cybel trudged along, her voice still full of anger.

‘I really don’t know what to do with my dad’s excitement!’

When the door was opened with such force,

a man whom Cybel did not know was standing in front of the door.

“Hello, this is Miss Cybel Forte, right?”

“…Oh hello? Are you my father’s guest?”

“No, I came to see Miss Cybel.”

“Me?”

Cybel tilted her head to see the man with a soft smile.

The man’s voice is kind and his face looks like that of a harmless herbivore.

“I’m sorry for being rude. “I am this kind of person.”

The man took out a business card and handed it to Cybel.

Cybel checked the business card.

[Serph Daniel]

– Indus Member No. 9

“Indus…?”

Cybel quietly looked at the unfamiliar name.

“yes. Have you heard the name? “We, Indus, are an organization created to oppose the nobility’s consciousness of being the chosen people.”

“…What happened to me in that Indus?”

Serph’s words reminded Cybel of what an organization called Indus was.

In the class-based world of Etius, discrimination due to class is always a problem.

Most people do not even recognize the discrimination as discrimination, but the Indus were people who felt unfair about the discrimination practiced by nobles and imperial family and raised their voices for improvement.

Any commoner, not just Constel students, can join this organization. This man named Serf in front of me is probably not a Constel student either. I think the face value is over 30.

For Saibel, the perception of Indus is neither good nor bad. It is true that there was not much interest.

However, its influence is so great that there is a saying that ‘the enemy of the Indus is the enemy of the common people.’

This is why I know what kind of organization Indifferent Saibel is.

However, as a commoner, Cybel believed that the existence of such an organization was not a bad thing.

“I’ll tell you straight, but would you please come into Indus?”

“Me?”

Therefore, I have no particular likes or dislikes about this proposal.

It’s surprising because I hadn’t even thought about it, but it’s not a bad feeling. Depending on your mood, you may or may not join.

That thought changed due to Serph’s next words.

“You can join the ‘revolution’ now.”

“Revolution?”

“yes. “It is a revolution that abolishes all unfair discrimination and leaves behind complete fairness and fairness.”

Cybel’s head spun quickly.

I have a strong feeling somewhere.

This is even more so because it seems like Serf is intentionally making her feel strong.

“…What exactly does revolution mean?”

“If you join us, you will naturally find out.”

What is this scammer-like comment?

Speaking of commoners, something comes to mind.

Edwin von Behertio’s Golem incident. This is an incident in which a number of students were assaulted using a golem.

However, it was revealed that a number of students had systematically harassed Edwin. Because the motive is simply a ‘noble’ who has ‘fallen’. The name of the organization was ‘Aktober’.

Could this place called Indus be doing something similar?

“Do they do anything subversive in the Indus?”

“What do you mean by saying it is a disturbing thing?”

“In order to eliminate discrimination, you target one noble and harm them?”

Cybel did not hesitate to speak.

Serph looked troubled. But he was still smiling.

“We just want to elevate the power of the common people and the voices of the common people.”

“Are you saying you’re going to do it or you’re not going to do it?”

Serph’s smile deepens at Cybel’s sharp question.

“──That method is also part of it.”

“I will decline the invitation. Thank you for your hard work in coming this far. “Please go back.”

Cybel bowed her head with utmost politeness.

Seeing that, Serph sighed as if there was nothing he could do and turned his back. Cybel silently watched those careless steps.

While on his way, Serph suddenly spoke.

“Now that I think about it, I have something to tell you.”

The profile of the speaking serf is not clear, perhaps because it is shaded.

“In the words of Miss Seibel,”

but he was clearly still smiling.

“Our next ‘target’ is Frontier de Roach.”

“…I beg your pardon?”

“Just letting you know.”

So Serph left.

Cybel felt an indescribable discomfort crawling around her cheeks.