The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 396

Chapter 115 Atlas (4)

Basileo froze and rolled his eyes intently.

Then he said.

“Sir, I was rude to the teacher. “It was like imitating a teacher to test his or her skills.”

“no.”

Frontier said:

Basileo is now afraid of Frondier, but Frondier is not particularly angry. It’s just that this situation, speaking softly, was rather strange.

“Your friends almost got hurt.”

“…!”

“The perfection of the magic was excellent. That’s why it was dangerous. Even though he had that level of skill, he failed to control the completed magic. “Have you implemented magic that you have no confidence in controlling?”

“Oh, no! “I’ve never made a mistake like this before!”

“It shouldn’t happen even once.”

Basileo bowed his head at Frondier’s assertion.

“That’s a good thing. Since everyone seems to be bored with theory classes, let me tell you a story.”

The other students were offended by Frontier’s words.

Frontier is not a wizard. But a wizard knows better.

Because his childhood friend has been talking to him since he was young.

Frondier heard many stories from his childhood friend in her dreams. She eagerly told the stories she knew, like fairy tales, legends, or literally dreams.

Now Frontier is trying to convey those words to the students.

However, it’s just like Frontier.

There are no fairy tales, legends, dreams or hopes in his words.

“Wizards are the last line of defense. Everyone in Atlas knows this. “What do you think this means?”

Frondier asked, looking around at the students.

As if that was really a question, Frondier leisurely waited for the answer.

Soon a student spoke.

“Once the wizard is defeated, there will be no one left behind. So the wizard must succeed in his magic and must survive.”

“That is correct.”

Frontier nodded.

“Once the wizard is defeated, there is no one left behind. But what does that really mean? Imagine that scene. “If a wizard who should be on the last line during a war is in danger, what kind of situation is the battlefield right now?”

The students imagined what Frontier said, and at the same time, their faces became cold.

“The wizard must survive. “It is the most powerful firepower that the country has, and it is the last means to overcome military inferiority, terrain disadvantages, and unpredictable unexpected events.”

but.

Frondier speaks with the same expression as usual.

“That alone is not enough.”

“….”

“The fact that wizards are the last line of defense means that they are at the very back. All allies are visible in their eyes. Risking your life, you run towards the enemy, and because you risked your life, your life falls. “Wizards chant magic as they watch their friends and colleagues die.”

Some students swallowed their saliva.

War is about people dying. It’s a natural thing. It was so natural that I had never even imagined it.

“Basileo.”

“…yes.”

“Why did I fail to control my magic?”

“…I was surprised and upset that the teacher completed the spell at a much faster rate than me. So it failed.”

Basileo honestly expressed his feelings at the time.

Frontier said:

“Don’t get upset about that.”

“…yes.”

“You must perfect your magic even under difficult circumstances and make no mistakes. I’m sorry, but I can’t just watch you 3rd graders leniently. “When you graduate from here, you will stand on the battlefield, not in the classroom.”

In fact, Frontier was telling a story not only to Basileo, but to everyone.

There is no need for Frontier to talk about this here. Teaching students is not very high on the priority list.

However, Frontier has done many things that it does not need to do.

To clear the game.

To survive.

If I thought it would help, I trusted it and rolled in the mud.

Just because it’s this continent doesn’t change anything.

‘Maybe it’s nature.’

Frondier declared himself a devil because he did not want the blood of the continent to flow.

That feeling is no different from this continent.

In fact, I knew it from the beginning.

I knew very well what choice he would make in this place called Atlas.

It was so unreasonable that I just wandered around looking for a reasonable reason.

“Basileo. “Don’t make mistakes.”

“…yes.”

“Then you will be the only one left alive.”

“…yes.”

Basileo clenched his fist.

After watching that for a moment, Frondier’s eyes turned to everyone.

“That’s it for today’s class. “I’ll leave what I wrote on the blackboard, so you can erase it before the next class starts.”

After speaking, Frondier gathered up the class materials and left the classroom without any hesitation. Finally, class time was over.

Basileo sat down as if he had lost all strength, and the quiet classroom quickly became noisy.

“What is it, teacher?”

“You look like some kind of soldier. “Have you ever participated in a real war?”

“no way. “Even if you consider the entire continent, the war was decades ago.”

“Even if it wasn’t a war, weren’t there a few major fights?”

Each student whispered about Frontier’s past.

Meanwhile, the female student sitting next to him spoke cautiously to Basileo, who was exhausted.

“Basileo, are you okay?”

“…ah? Uh oh. are you okay.”

Basileo reacted a little late. Right now, he was completely out of his wits due to the magic Frondier showed him, his own mistakes, and being scolded by Frondier.

“That’s too much, teacher. “Why would someone die just because of one mistake?”

The female student grumbled. Of course, it was said to comfort Basileo, but there was also some real intention. Could it be possible that he had experienced a war like that at that age? I’m sure it’s all just bragging.

“No, well, what you said is correct…”

Basile recalled a memory from before.

In fact, the shock he was feeling right now was not from the fact that he had made a mistake, but from the speed at which Frontier chanted.

I don’t know about Frontier, but Basileo is one of the most powerful wizards in this school. Of course, I have never failed to perform ‘house wind poetry’, and I have never failed to control any magic I completed.

That’s why the ultra-fast chanting shown by Frontier was shocking.

‘What on earth did you do? You just picture the spell in your head without using mana, and then only add mana later? Is it possible for a person to do that? No, even if it were possible, how would you know what magic I will show you?’

There was no chanting, no starting words used, and the mana flow was barely visible due to how quickly the spell was done.

‘Besides, what is that black water? ‘The house has been completely blocked.’

What’s surprising is its sturdiness, but what’s important is its speed.

The fact that Basileo shot the windshield into the classroom was ultimately an accident. In other words, it is not a predicted situation. In the meantime, the black liquid that flew in was bound to lag behind Zippungsi, but the black liquid trapped Zippungsi before it could harm the students.

In other words, black water is faster than the wind arrow. Is that even magic?

‘If only I could figure out how they did that…’

Basileo bit his lip.

Now, whether Frondier and Elodie knew each other was becoming a question for him later.

“…Well, it shouldn’t be like this.”

Basile suddenly came to his senses and stood up.

“Why, where are you going?”

The female student asked,

“To apologize.” To the kids who just almost got hit by an arrow. “I was out of my mind.”

With that said, Basile approached the students who had been in danger and offered a sincere apology.

* * *

“…I need to learn magic.”

I muttered something to myself that no one could hear.

I don’t know why Basileo is suspicious of me, but I ended up using a little cheat unintentionally.

I can weave the opponent’s skills or magic, but the skills cannot be put into the attack or defense. So it can only be used while the opponent is casting it.

Moreover, since I didn’t use menosorpho, what I created was a fake that only looked flashy.

‘It is a weave that is completely invisible when creating an object, but it is visible when replicating magic.’

That’s probably because weaving itself is magic. Since you can’t actually bring a substance, it is invisible when imitating an object, but when imitating magic, the appearance is the same.

It’s fake anyway.

To borrow a metaphor from Joan of Arc, the invisible ghost has simply become a visible ghost.

‘There’s no way this trick will work forever, so you need to know how to use magic properly. Even the basics.’

Once you decide to teach properly, you must also demonstrate properly.

Of course, I already have a great teacher who can teach me magic, so I don’t have to worry about how to learn. The only thing to worry about is that time is running out.

“Oh, there was. “Mr. Frontier.”

Then the teacher Giotto approached me.

What can I say about this man? He tried to create a character whose true intentions are unknown, but ended up becoming a character whose true feelings are very clear.

Although it is two-dimensional, in some ways it is three-dimensional, and although it is very familiar and common, in other ways it can be said to be a very fresh character.

“How about your first class? “Wasn’t it difficult?”

“Yes, it was okay.”

“Thank goodness. If you’re having a hard time, let me know at any time. “It will be difficult to adapt since you are from a different country.”

Like this, he seems like a good boss who is kind and cares about new teachers, but I can sense that he has sinister thoughts behind his sad smile.

It’s like in a cartoon, where the main character who is touched by a kind boss is constantly shown making a mean-spirited smile that should never be seen.

“Now that I think about it, it seems like Teacher Elodie is worried about the direction in which she will teach her students. How about providing some counseling?”

“Well, I haven’t heard anything. “If you needed me, you would have told me.”

This question right now is nothing more than a confirmation that I and Elodie are not related. It seems that he is interested in Elodie. And that too ignorantly.

‘Well, if it’s natural, then it’s natural.’

A wizard with unrivaled skills and an appearance that could be counted in one hand on the continent. It is worthy of anyone’s admiration or favor.

Giotto is older, so he just seems like a leader.

“Uhm, but that’s the point. “Mr. Frontier.”

“yes. “Tell me.”

Giotto hesitated, as if he was having some trouble.

Of course, it’s not difficult at all, and the hesitation seems to be just acting, so it’s difficult to match the rhythm.

“I would like to have you teach combat theory as well. What do you think?”

“…yes?”

“When I came to Atlas, I heard that you were excellent in all areas of theory. “Isn’t it a waste to only use those skills in one field?”

It’s not a waste at all.

It just doubles the work.

“The other teachers are also very interested in you. “If combat theory is also included, relevant teachers will be stimulated and helpful.”

It might be stimulating, but it won’t help you.

It’s just a fight.

‘…What is it?’

Is he just grumpy? Actually, it seems like that. It is rare to find someone who is this dark on the inside. So it seems like there is no real reason.

However, the timing is ironic. Giotto moves after I showed him magic in the classroom and corrected Basileo’s mistake just before.

There is no way the contents of the class have already been conveyed. There is no reason to convey it. However, I don’t think Giotto’s unexpected behavior is unrelated.

In other words, if Giotto, who should not yet know what I did in the classroom, knows what I did and is doing this now.

‘…Wiretapping?’

Of all the possibilities that came to mind, I thought of the most common one.