The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 450 (1) - The Academys Weapon Replicator

Chapter 450 (1) – The Academys Weapon Replicator

The day after the first semester final exams.

All that remained for the students was vacation.

Unlike Constel, vacation at Atlas was a vacation in the truest sense of the word.

This meant that students had a long period of free time to do whatever they wanted, such as traveling, hanging out with friends, or simply relaxing at home.

Of course, there were a few students like Constel who were committed to even more intense training and learning, but they were a very small minority.

Most students were influenced by the atmosphere around them, so it was not easy to focus on training alone when everyone else was looking forward to rest and play.

So, while everyone was in the classroom, excitedly making vacation plans.

There was one person who wasn’t caught up in the mood.

In other words, there was one person who couldn’t read the room.

“I’m sure this was the formula, the problem of magic manifestation is deeply related to the conflict of mana circuits, and there are many reasons and hypotheses… Hmm, but still…”

A male student was muttering to himself as he drew something on a piece of paper at his desk.

It was Basileo.

“No, was it actually possible to manifest? Everyone said they wrote down the effects after manifestation. Ugh, was I wrong again…?”

Basileo was preoccupied with reviewing the last question of the final exam.

The absolute majority of the answers to this question were simply the effects of the formula given in the problem. Basileo had clearly determined during the exam that the formula would not manifest as magic, but since the majority seemed to think it would manifest, his thoughts were wavering.

It was a question that even the teachers couldn’t come up with a perfect answer to in the first place. It was only natural for Basileo, a student, to be swayed by the answer that the majority had written.

“No. I can figure it out if I redraw the formula. This won’t manifest. Then why…?”

Basileo had written down his own answer to this question. Of course, it was so rushed that he couldn’t even complete a single sentence.

However, intuition is called intuition because there’s usually no reason for it.

The results of the final exam hadn’t been released yet, and of course, the correct answers hadn’t been released either.

And even if the answers were released, that was for the regular questions.

The last question that had Basileo stumped was a bonus, and it was an essay question. There was no way there was a set correct answer.

Since he couldn’t see the correct answer, Basileo couldn’t be sure of the conclusion he had reached, and therefore, he couldn’t properly verify it.

So he began to doubt whether he was wrong, re-examine the problem from the beginning, convince himself that he was right, but unable to come to a conclusion, and repeat.

“Basileo, how long are you going to keep doing that?”

Zenita, who was sitting next to him, said with a wry smile.

“They say the teachers were just messing around with that problem. It said it was a bonus question, didn’t it? The teachers were just feeling playful before the break.”

Basileo wasn’t the only one who had seen through the trap of the last question.

Zenita had also realized that the formula wouldn’t manifest. However, at that moment, she thought it was a prank by the teachers.

This was because 90% of her realization came from intuition. Unlike Basileo, it wasn’t based on a thorough theoretical foundation. In other words, she didn’t reach the point of feeling a discrepancy with how it “should” manifest according to theory.

“Even if it was a prank,”

Basileo said, putting his hand to his head.

“If the question mark hidden in that prank isn’t interpreted, I can’t just move on.”

“Why?”

“Because a mage is a human being who can’t say ‘I don’t know’ when it comes to magic.”

Zenita didn’t say anything more and just watched Basileo with her chin on her hand. As Basileo concentrated on adding lines to the formula he had written, a small smile spread across Zenita’s lips.

“Alright, everyone take your seats.”

Soon after, Frondier entered the classroom.

The students quickly returned to their seats. Frondier usually had a languid and relaxed expression, but they all knew how he changed when a student made a mistake or misbehaved.

Still, since he rarely got angry, classes and homeroom were conducted in a peaceful atmosphere, and in between, Frondier and the students had become quite close.

“Thank you for your hard work on the final exams.”

Frondier began with a customary greeting.

“Did you all do well on the test?”

At his question, the students’ voices could be heard. It was too difficult, the scope of the exam was too broad, there wasn’t enough time, and so on. Frondier listened to the students’ complaints with a smile.

He said,

“Well, it sounds like you all did well.”

“Come on, teacher~!”

The students let out playful groans of protest. Frondier lightened the mood by saying,

“But it’s vacation time now, isn’t it?”

“That’s right!”

The classroom became noisy with cheers. The classroom, which had been filled with individual chatter about vacation plans before Frondier arrived, became even louder.

“And with vacation comes vacation homework.”

“Aw…”

And just like that, the classroom fell silent.

Zenita watched the scene with amusement.

‘Mr. Frondier, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’

Every time he said a word, they would complain, then boo, then rejoice, then be dejected. Somehow, it felt like Frondier was training the students.

Well, if he was doing it on purpose, it was quite something.

“Actually, this is the first time I’ve given out vacation homework since I started working here, so I’ve been thinking a lot about what to assign.”

“……”

The students looked at Frondier with nervous faces.

Vacation homework was usually announced well in advance, but Frondier hadn’t said anything until today.

What kind of homework was he going to give them?

“When you all come back to this classroom after vacation,”

“Gulp…”

“Please submit your health checkup results.”

“……?”

The students tilted their heads.

Frondier continued.

“During the break, go to the hospital and get a health checkup, and submit the results after the break. You don’t have to submit it on the first day of school, just make sure you get a checkup during the break.”

“……That’s it?”

Someone asked, and Frondier nodded.

“For all of you to stay healthy.”

“……!”

“That’s all I ask for my vacation homework.”

The students erupted in cheers. Some were so moved that their eyes welled up.

However, Zenita, who had seen a glimpse of Frondier’s true nature, watched him with narrowed eyes.

‘What are you thinking…?’

Zenita, who could no longer take Frondier’s words at face value, was curious about what lay hidden beneath them. She was already convinced that there was something more to it.

‘There aren’t that many hospitals around here. Even fewer that can do health checkups. Gasp! Don’t tell me Mr. Frondier is in cahoots with the hospitals? An idea that would naturally increase the profits of the hospitals… As expected, he’s a scary man!’

Of course, it was a bit of an overblown delusion.

“Oh, and Basileo.”

Meanwhile, Frondier called out to Basileo.

“…….”

“Basileo?”

“Huh! Yes!”

Basileo finally came to his senses and looked at Frondier.

“Ah, you’re here?”

The students burst into laughter at Basileo’s reaction. They all thought he had been sleeping.

Zenita looked at Basileo with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.

‘Did he really concentrate on that last problem so much that he didn’t even notice the teacher came in and continued solving it until now?’

Could a person really be that focused?

Of course, Frondier, who had seen what Basileo was doing from the podium, had a gentle expression on his face. Well, his expression would have been the same even if Basileo had been sleeping.

“Come to the faculty office later. I need to talk to you.”

“Y-yes? Ah, yes sir.”

Basileo didn’t understand, but he answered anyway.

Having witnessed Frondier’s intimidating side frequently lately, Basileo’s body naturally tensed up.

Nearby, the students whispered amongst themselves.

“Why is he calling him? Did Basileo do something wrong?”

“Didn’t he get in big trouble for that magic mishap last time?”

“Come on, that was ages ago.”

“Maybe he wrote down some absurd answer on the final exam.”

Their whispers were more than enough to accelerate his anxiety.