THE ACADEMY’S WEAPON REPLICATOR

“Uh.”

Just then, Frondier’s phone rang.

Repeated vibrations. It was a call. But both of Frondier’s hands were focused on pouring out mana, so he couldn’t answer the call.

He had no choice but to ignore the vibrations, but,

[Hey!!]

A voice transmission came instead.

Judging by the voice, it was Elodie.

[What are you doing in there! If you’re going to do something, you should say something! The cave is suddenly shaking and going crazy! Everyone who was nearby is freaking out and evacuating!]

[Elodie, you can use voice transmission now.]

Not just any magician could use voice transmission.

Most magicians would just use ‘Whisper of the Wind’ for soundproofing when they wanted to talk in secret, and wouldn’t bother learning voice transmission. It was because the difficulty level was quite high.

[You, how are you doing voice transmission?]

Elodie was startled. She hadn’t expected Frondier’s reply to come through.

However, Frondier could only imitate skills or magic through Weaving while the other person was using them.

[I’m just mimicking. I can’t use it first, so I can only answer.]

[That’s impressive enough… Anyway, are you okay in there?]

Elodie, who had sounded angry when she sent the voice transmission, eventually asked in a worried tone. She thought something serious might have happened inside.

[There’s no problem here. I didn’t think it would affect you guys that much.]

Frondier looked around at the restored surroundings. He could see that the ceiling inside was gradually getting higher.

Could this be…?

[It’s not just affecting us, Manggot is being lifted up right now!]

Elodie’s voice. As expected.

‘Manggot wasn’t just damaged, it had sunk down.’

[Sorry. Elodie, please take care of the others. There’s no problem here, so don’t worry.]

[Who said I was worried! I’ve already moved everyone to a safe place!]

You were worried just a moment ago.

Frondier chuckled and looked at the ceiling again.

‘The floor seems to be rising too, but the ceiling is rising faster. It must have been a space with a considerable height originally.’

In the past, Manggot had a much higher ceiling than it did now. Time had not only damaged it but also caused the entire structure to sink.

Fortunately, the rune was designed to be viewed from above, so its shape itself hadn’t changed much. If it had, even Frondier wouldn’t have recognized it as a rune.

“…Close call.”

Frondier took a breather after the restoration was complete.

His tie had shrunk to the size of his palm. He had used all of Helheim’s mana and the Dragon Heart, and this was the result.

‘The barrier was much larger in scale, but I guess that’s how much mana it takes to reverse that much time.’

Moreover, restoration didn’t perfectly recreate the past. Things that had completely vanished without a trace, things that had been used for other purposes, things that had been burned by fire, or things that had been deformed by pressure didn’t respond to restoration.

This was because they were judged as different from the original materials.

‘The rune is better than before, but it’s not perfect. But if it’s like this…’

This time, black threads stretched out in all directions. They began to fill in the remaining gaps.

Menosorpo was restored to its original form as much as possible and completed with minimal assistance.

Honestly, Frondier still didn’t understand what the point of this process was.

‘I already know the function of Menosorpo. But would there be a difference if I activated someone else’s Menosorpo?’

Menosorpo realized and materialized the user’s skills anywhere within its range. The weapons created by Frondier’s Weaving were originally illusions, but within this rune, they had real effects. That’s why the rune was a great match for Weaving.

He had already used it countless times, and so he knew the power of Menosorpo well.

Would activating someone else’s rune reveal something new?

‘I have no choice but to try.’

Frondier confirmed that the black threads had filled all the runes and spoke again.

“Menosorpo.”

Paaaat!

This time, the beams of light were clearer and more distinct. The interior of Manggot was filled faster and brighter than before.

Frondier watched the scene, confident that the rune was activated.

And when the rune was completed…

“…Ah.”

Frondier realized the meaning of this high ceiling.

‘…This is, exactly the same as back then.’

The scene that Menosorpo showed him.

It was almost identical to the basement of the workshop that Frondier had seen in the past.

A wall of a vast cavity, lined with statues of heroes. Frondier confirmed that King Arthur and Merlin were also in the same place.

‘Weaving stored this image in the form of the workshop. Was it stored here using Menosorpo?’

And above all, there was something that caught Frondier’s eye.

The statues born on the wall were amazing, but there was something different from when he saw the basement of the workshop.

In the center of this Manggot, in the middle of the rune.

A flag was planted.

‘That’s right. Menosorpo is a rune. It can’t be used anywhere, anytime.’

Only Frondier himself could activate Menosorpo like he did.

Because he could instantly create runes with Weaving, he could use Menosorpo without restrictions of place or time.

But originally, it wouldn’t be used that way. It would take a considerable amount of time to construct the rune, and a complex rune like Menosorpo would require a large space.

Frondier had always materialized weapons after using Menosorpo, but…

The original way of using it was the opposite.

“…Casting skills that couldn’t be materialized beforehand, and then unfolding the rune when needed. That was the original purpose of Menosorpo.”

Frondier slowly approached the flag planted in the center.

The flag, which hadn’t been visible until the rune was activated, appeared the moment the rune unfolded.

In other words, it had been here from the beginning.

It had been here before Frondier came,

It had continued to exist next to the round table while the shepherds of Manggot held their meetings,

It had been the owner of this place long before Belphegor settled here.

Waiting for someone to activate the rune again, the flag had always guarded this spot.

He still didn’t know what skills were realized here by what principle, and how they created this flag and statues, but…

Frondier clearly knew the identity of this flag.

A pure white cloth, with a solemn cross placed on top.

This cross wasn’t decorated for any god.

“…Jeanne d’Arc.”

Frondier spoke the name of the flag’s owner, the hero, and…

He grasped the flagpole in his hand.

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