The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 395 Part 1 - The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Basileo froze, his eyes darting around nervously.

Finally, he stammered, “I… I apologize for my disrespect, Professor. I acted as if I was testing your abilities.”

“That’s not it.”

Frondier’s voice was calm.

Basileo was terrified, but Frondier wasn’t particularly angry. It was just that in this situation, speaking softly would have been strange.

“Your classmates were almost hurt.”

“….!”

“The completeness of your magic was excellent. That’s why it was dangerous. Despite possessing such skill, you failed to control the completed spell. Did you cast magic you weren’t confident in controlling?”

“N-No, Professor! Such a mistake has never happened before…!”

“It should never happen, not even once.”

Basileo lowered his head at Frondier’s firm words.

“This works out well. Since everyone seems bored with the theory lesson, I’ll tell you a story.”

Frondier’s words made the other students feel a pang of guilt.

Frondier wasn’t a mage, but he knew mages well.

His childhood friend had talked his ear off about them since they were young.

Frondier had heard many stories from his childhood friend’s dreams. Like fairy tales, legends, or even just dreams, she had enthusiastically shared the stories she knew.

And now, Frondier was going to tell those stories to his students.

Of course, in his own way.

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

“Mages are the last line of defense. It’s a saying everyone in Atlas knows. What do you think it means?”

Frondier looked around at the students and asked.

As if it was a genuine question, he waited patiently for an answer.

Soon, one student spoke up. “If the mage falls, there will be no one left behind them. Therefore, mages must always succeed in their magic and must survive at all costs.”

“Correct.”

Frondier nodded.

“If the mage falls, there will be no one left. But what does that really mean? Imagine that scene. If the mage, who should be positioned furthest from the front lines, is in danger, what in the world is the state of the battlefield?”

The students imagined it at Frondier’s words and their faces paled simultaneously.

“Mages must survive. They are the most powerful firepower a nation possesses, the last resort to overcome disadvantages in numbers, unfavorable terrain, and unpredictable contingencies.”

However.

Frondier spoke with his usual expressionless face.

“That’s not enough.”

“…. ”

“A mage being the last line of defense means they stand furthest back. They can see all their allies. Those allies charge towards the enemy, risking their lives, and because they risk their lives, they lose them. The mage casts their magic while watching their friends and comrades die.”

Several students gulped.

War meant people dying. It was an obvious fact, so obvious that they had never even imagined it.

“Basileo.”

“……Yes, Professor.”

“Why did you lose control of your magic?”

“……I was surprised and frustrated that you, Professor, completed the spell at a speed far exceeding mine.”

Basileo honestly confessed his feelings at the time.

Frondier said, “Don’t be distracted by such things.”

“……Yes, Professor.”

“You have to complete your spells and avoid mistakes even in worse situations. I’m sorry, but I can’t just watch over you third-years with leniency. When you graduate from here, you won’t be standing in a classroom, but on a battlefield.”

Frondier’s words were actually directed not only at Basileo but at everyone.

Frondier didn’t really need to say such things here. Teaching students wasn’t high on his priority list.

But Frondier had done a lot of things he didn’t need to do.

To clear the game.

To survive.

If he thought it would help, he would believe it and crawl through the mud.

That wouldn’t change just because this was a different continent.

‘Perhaps it’s in my nature.’

Frondier, who had claimed to be a devil to avoid inheriting the blood of this continent.

His heart wasn’t any different from those of this continent.

In fact, he had known it from the beginning.

In this place called Atlas, he knew all too well what choices he would make.

It was so reasonable that he had struggled to find a reasonable explanation.

“Basileo. Don’t make mistakes.”

“……Yes, Professor.”

“Otherwise, you’ll be the only one who survives.”

“……Yes, Professor.”

Basileo clenched his fists.

Frondier watched him for a moment before turning his gaze to the entire class.

“That’s all for today’s lesson. I’ll leave what’s written on the board. Make sure to erase it before the next class.”

Frondier said, then organized his teaching materials and left the classroom without a second thought. Class was over anyway.

Basileo sat down heavily, and the quiet classroom quickly became noisy.

“What was that about?”

“He’s like some kind of soldier. Do you think he’s actually been in a war?”

“No way. Considering the entire continent, the war was decades ago.”

“Even if he wasn’t in a war, he must have been in some serious fights, right?”

The students whispered amongst themselves about Frondier’s past.

Meanwhile, a female student sitting next to the drained Basileo cautiously spoke to him.

“Basileo, are you alright?”

“……Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

Basileo’s response was a beat slow. Right now, he was overwhelmed by the magic Frondier had displayed, his own mistake, and being scolded by the professor, all on top of each other.

“That teacher was too much. Saying things about people dying just because of one little mistake.”

The female student grumbled. Of course, she was trying to comfort Basileo, but she also meant it a little. There was no way he had experienced such a war at his age, right? It must have all been an act.

“Well, he’s not wrong, though…”

Basileo recalled the events of a moment ago.

Actually, the shock he was experiencing now stemmed more from the casting speed Frondier had shown than from his own mistake.

Basileo was a mage from one of the most prominent families in this school. Naturally, he had never failed to cast ‘Gathering Wind Arrow’, let alone lose control of a completed spell, no matter what kind of magic it was.

That was how shocking Frondier’s high-speed casting had been.

‘Just what did he do? He drew the spell formula in his mind without using any Mana, and then just poured Mana into it later? Is that even possible? Even if it is, how would he know what spell I was going to demonstrate…?’

He didn’t even chant or use any starting motions, and the Mana flow was almost invisible because he had drawn the formula so quickly.

‘And what was that black liquid? It completely blocked my Gathering Wind Arrow.’

The surprising thing was its strength, but the key factor was its speed.

Basileo firing Gathering Wind Arrow in the classroom was an accident. In other words, it was an unpredictable situation. Naturally, the black liquid that flew out afterwards would have been slower than Gathering Wind Arrow, but it confined his spell before it could harm the students.

In other words, it was faster than the wind arrow. Was that magic too?

‘If only I could figure out how he did it… then I could…’

Basileo licked his lips.

The fact that Frondier and Elodie knew each other was now becoming a secondary concern for him.

“……Right, this isn’t the time for this.”

Basileo suddenly came to his senses and stood up.

“What, where are you going?”

The female student asked, and he replied, “To apologize. To the students who almost got hit by that arrow. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Saying so, Basileo approached the students who had been in danger and offered them a sincere apology.

 

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