Academy’s Weapon Replicator chapter 401

Chapter 116: Magic Design (5)

Basileo, a student of the Department of Magic and a talent that Atlas is proud of, has recently been watching teacher Frondier’s every move.

He was very interested in Frontier’s home style poem that he showed the other day.

How on earth do you achieve that high-speed casting? Frontier’s magic where even the process of the technique was not visible. He believed that if he could know the secret, he could become stronger.

However, when I asked about it in class, I started to notice because of the accident I had last time, and Frontier was very busy at other times.

What I found out while researching about Frontier was that even though Frontier was busy, it was very busy. The other students haven’t realized it yet, but it’s definitely not a normal schedule.

Not only is it not enough to teach combat theory and magic theory at the same time, he is also responsible for teaching almost all third-year classes. Was this Frontier’s greed, or was it some kind of order from above?

‘And yet your expression is so relaxed, in a sense, it’s scary, teacher.’

So Basileo targeted after school. The last class happened to be near the teacher’s office.

As soon as class ended, Basileo headed to the teacher’s office, but Frondier was nowhere to be seen.

‘Also.’

This is not the only time that Basileo fails to meet Frondier. No matter how quickly I looked after school, Frontier was no longer there.

Its incredible speed is surprising, but it is beyond surprising that it cannot be seen even when heading straight for it from a classroom so close to it.

“Hey, teacher. “Do you know where Mr. Frontier went?”

Basile gathered more courage and asked a nearby teacher whether he really wanted to meet him this time. The teacher seemed to think for a moment, and then he spoke to Basil Leo.

“I saw it go outside, but if you look in the direction, it must be a restaurant.”

“Thank you.”

So Basileo headed to the restaurant.

Even though he was heading, he was strange. Why does the teacher go to Atlas’ restaurant after school? Did you like the food here so much?

Even the dining room at Atlas is spacious. As soon as Basileo entered the restaurant, he searched every corner for Frondier.

And much later.

“… Crunch crunch.”

In the end, it was a complete waste.

Basil Leo eagerly ate rice as if to soothe his aching heart. When he found Hadoprondier, it was past evening, and when he smelled the restaurant, he naturally felt hungry.

“Crumple, where on earth are you? Creep, you look like a ghost teacher. Gulp.”

A rib with flesh attached went into Basileo’s mouth and when it came out, only the bone remained. He drank water cheerfully between his puffy cheeks. The rice and meat that filled my mouth went down along with the water. The feeling of falling heavily relieves some of his stress.

Atlas’ restaurant is open quite late, but no matter how long you wait, you can’t see Frontier.

Actually, I couldn’t see it when I first looked for it, but there’s no way I can see it now. It’s rare for teachers to come here.

“──They say there is a ghost.”

I flinch.

Basil Leo scratched his shoulder while eating.

I looked at the table next to me and saw two female students talking about something.

Basileo was concerned that he had unknowingly referred to them as ‘ghost teachers’ a little while ago, so he listened to the two female students.

“Lie. “What kind of ghost is a ghost?”

“Is it true? He said he’s at the gym. “At night when no one is around, the lights suddenly come on in the dark gym.”

“That’s right, someone must have come and turned on the light.”

“No. “I heard it’s a light so bright that it can’t even be compared to ordinary light.”

“… That was probably just a misunderstanding. “When light comes out of a very dark place, it feels very bright.”

“But think about it. Our gym only has a light switch on one side of the door, right? “If you don’t go there, you can’t turn on the light.”

“Why is that?”

“If you see that light and open the door to turn off the lights in the gym, the lights will disappear and there will be no one in the gym.”

In other words, someone must be at the door to turn the light off again, but the fire was turned off by me without anyone else.

The female student’s face turned white as she heard those words.

“Stop talking like that. “It’s just a ghost story.”

“Furthermore, the light was red at first, but later turned blue, like the color of a ghost.”

“Stop! “I told you to stop!”

A female student shaking her head in shock, and another female student laughing as if it was funny.

“… Crunch crunch.”

And Basileo listened quietly.

“It’s a ghost.”

He muttered quietly.

The gym is not far from the restaurant.

If you think about it, the reason the teacher who asked the question first thought that Frondier went to the cafeteria was because he assumed that Amman would not have gone to the gym.

Restaurant and gym. It was a natural inference since the two buildings were close together.

“Because you have to lose to get your money’s worth.”

After finishing his meal, Basileo decided to go to the gym at night.

In fact, with a normal mindset, it would be difficult to think that Frontier would be in the gym. It’s strange for a teacher to go to a restaurant after school, but it’s even stranger to go to the gym.

But Basileo went.

Because Frondier is a strange person!

‘Maybe I’m training secretly at the gym. We might uncover the secret of high-speed casting!’

Basil Leo walked into the gymnasium with high expectations.

As it turned out, his reasoning was correct.

Frondier was strangely unrivaled, so he was in the gym.

However, getting the inference correct and getting the desired result are two completely different things.

Basile saw something that he should not have seen today.

‘Oh, there it is.’

Basileo checked the inside through the gymnasium window.

A man with black hair standing in the center. It’s definitely true. I know it without having to see his face. Only Frontier can have that unique atmosphere.

Basile held his breath and watched Frondier’s appearance.

There was no way I was standing in the exact center of the gym like that without any business to do. Frontier is clearly up to something. He had no doubt that he had discovered Frontier at a very good time.

“Ha.”

Basileo heard Frondier sigh. Since there was only Frontier in a huge cavity like a gymnasium, voices rang out well.

‘It’s surprising that that teacher sighs.’

Basil Leo found it refreshing to see a side of himself he had never seen before in Frondier.

In fact, Frondier just doesn’t show it like that at school, and I didn’t know that he sighs very often.

“Please do better this time.”

And a murmur like a complaint. Fresh appearances continue one after another.

‘Also! Teacher Frontier was secretly training here!’

Basil Leo clenched his fists. As expected, that high-speed casting was the result of tremendous effort and training.

In other words, Basileo can do it if he tries hard. Basileo’s heart swelled with dreams and hopes.

Sigh.

Then Fron Deer raised his right hand. At the same time, a strange light blooms around him. It was a manifestation of mana.

‘What kind of magic are you trying to do?’ … !’

Frontier’s amazingly fast house style poetry. Basileo, who remembered that, was excited to see what kind of magic would come out.

There, Frontier recited a line.

“… “The light is like a thread, like a candle that is scattered in the winter wind.”

It’s chanting. Basil Leo opened his mouth at that.

A chant performed by a frontier who did not use all of the chanting or starting words in his house wind poetry. Just how great is this magic!

‘But this is my first time hearing such a powerful chant.’

Usually, chanting is used to fix an image, but it usually contains the user’s wishes because it is expected to amplify its power. So, it becomes more noble and hopeful.

However, Frontier’s chant is very negative. It seems like he is praying for me to become weak.

And soon something appeared in front of Frondier’s hand.

Something with brilliant, bright colors that you can’t tell if it’s a pattern or a symbol.

‘… What is that?

It’s far away so I can’t see it well. That’s when Basil Leo narrowed his eyes.

“Will O the Wisp.”

Frondier said.

Basileo’s frown frowned.

‘Will O the Wisp? Such basic magic.’

What is the reason for chanting and chanting when there is only so much magic? No, why come to the gym and practice those basics in the first place?

Basil Leo’s thoughts are thoughts, and somehow Frondier lights up a small flame before his eyes.

‘… Okay. ‘It’s just a wisp.’

A flame created before Frontier’s eyes. This is the magic that Basileo clearly knows well.

When Basileo’s heart cooled,

Pot!

‘Huh?’

Basile could not believe his eyes for a moment.

This is because they seemed to overlap, as if another wisp was born in the same place where the wisp was born.

‘Are your eyes dim?’

Just think about that for a moment.

Pot! Pabababababat!!!

A repetition of wisps surging one after another. The wisp created with just one starter word runs wild in Frondier’s hands without knowing how to stop.

The first flame floating in the air was just an ordinary flame. However, the flames continue to be born on the spot, colliding and distorting as if they are fighting, and gradually increasing their light.

─The light was red at first, but later turned blue, like the color of a ghost.

The red flame explodes in Frondier’s hand, burning more intensely.

Frondier, who was in front of him, broke into a cold sweat and bit his lip.

“Please, please…” … !”

The red flame soon turns blue and then white.

Quaaa!!

Basileo frowned. It’s not that I felt bad, it was just so dazzling. The light emitted from the small flame resting in Frondier’s hand was enormous.

‘What is that… !’

Even though Basil Leo was so dazzled that he could not see clearly in front of him, he could never avoid that gaze.

Is that really Will O the Wisp?

‘That thing isn’t meant to provide light! ‘What happens if a person gets hit?’

Of course, Basileo does not know the exact temperature of that light. In the first place, you probably don’t even know what Frondier is currently casting.

But most likely, this is not the wisp’s original purpose.

‘Teacher Frontier, is that chant from earlier really true?’

When I asked why he was chanting so exhaustingly, it was not Basileo’s illusion, but an accurate interpretation.

Frondier hoped that his magic would help him lose some of his strength.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh… !”

Frondier gritted his teeth and held on. Basileo doesn’t know much about what Frontier holds up. I didn’t even know how a wisp like that was made, but there was no way I could know anything.

But something was clearly going on. The wisp running rampant in Frondier’s hand continued to shine brighter, but at some point, its rampage began to calm down.

For example, like using up all the bullets in a fireworks display.

“hahahaha…”

And finally, Frontier’s breathing seemed to have become a little more frequent. There was a light floating in his hand that he couldn’t look at.

That light probably isn’t hot even if it’s nearby. Because that is the nature of the magic called Wisp.

But a fire is a fire. What if it even touches another living thing?

Gulp, Basileo’s throat naturally trembled.

“It’s okay…”

Frondier’s expression was bright, as if he was quite happy that he had succeeded in controlling it. It was the third time Basileo had seen it for the first time.

Frontier said with that face.

“It was successful. My…”

Basile waited for the next words. What on earth is that magic? By what principle is something like that possible?

And Frondier’s next words were:

“Will O the Wisp!”

“That’s not a wisp!”

Basile cried out, unable to bear it any longer.

Fron Deer’s comment just now was a statement that seemed to shake his entire magical life to its core.

“Huh?”

“Oh.”

Of course, Frontier found Basileo.

The two looked at each other awkwardly for a while.