THE ACADEMY’S WEAPON REPLICATOR

Chapter 383 (1) - The Academys Weapon Replicator

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[Flag of Joan of Arc]

•Rank: Legend

•Description: The flag that Joan of Arc carried into battle. It doesn’t have a separate name, and it is named after its owner, Joan of Arc. The flag has become a symbol of Joan, and all the achievements and faith she led in her life are embedded here.

It’s an artifact that can surpass the divine, but due to its nature, only Joan of Arc can manifest its abilities.

There is a cross at the end of the flagpole, but it is currently unknown which god she believed in.

Ability Details >

– Sanctuary of Joan: Joan fought for humanity throughout her life. Allies within the area are granted temporary life and mana, and the effect is amplified if they are human. Conversely, the abilities of all targets hostile to humans are reduced. This effect increases on both sides as you get closer to the flag. However, the owner must be Joan of Arc.

– Flag of Salvation: When the flag is erected on the battlefield, all curses on allies disappear and they receive buffs, the type of which can be determined by Joan of Arc. Similarly, the owner must be Joan of Arc.

I briefly read the description of the flag through Weaving.

Like King Arthur and Merlin, Joan of Arc is a figure in this world who is similar yet different from the previous world.

Joan of Arc’s flag is an incredibly famous and symbolic item. As it is not a weapon, it does not contain the achievements of slaying enemies, but the powerful symbol of a hero gives effects that embody their life, and Joan of Arc’s flag is a prime example of this.

The description is simple, but due to the nature of the game “Etius,” numerical values are not displayed, so the strength of the buffs and debuffs mentioned in the description can only be known through direct experience.

And in Etius, the modifier “all” is rarely attached. This is because it means “no exceptions.”

For example, Sigurd’s sword “Gram” has the ability “Specialized for Large Species,” but it also has the condition “Unique or lower.” As such, any ability tends to come with some conditions. But this flag has none.

“No, there’s the biggest condition attached instead.”

Joan of Arc’s flag, an item that rivals the power of a deity, is currently valued lower than Excalibur.

The reason is simple.

Only Joan of Arc can use it.

In this era where she is dead, the flag remains only as a symbol and cannot be used.

“It’s a shame. If only it could be used even with reduced effectiveness…”

When I looked up, realizing that the tremendous power of this flag was just a pie in the sky.

“Have you seen enough?”

“…”

There was a woman in front of me.

Even Frondier is taller than average, but the woman in front of me was almost the same height as me. Short brown hair, a slim but toned physique. Clear eyes were looking at me.

“…No way.”

I was momentarily speechless, staring at the woman in front of me.

The woman who would appear here, now, in this situation. There was only one.

But it just didn’t make sense. My mind couldn’t accept it.

I was actually nervous, wondering if I was under some kind of illusion.

“Hello, I’m Jeanne. Nice to meet you.”

“…Yes. I’m Frondier.”

I listened to Joan of Arc’s self-introduction in a daze, replied in a daze, and handed her the flag in a daze.

Jeanne accepted the flag and examined it with a look of longing.

I don’t know what Jeanne from the previous world looked like, but the Jeanne in front of me now had no trace of frailty. She had a resolute and upright gaze and posture, like a warrior.

“Hmm.”

Jeanne turned her gaze from the flag to me.

Naturally, our eyes met, but the feeling of receiving her gaze was a little different from a normal encounter.

It felt like she was looking not just at me, but into my eyes, pupils, and irises. As if she was seeing something deeper than just our eyes meeting.

Then Jeanne smiled brightly.

“Yes. Indeed! I was right. You have much better eyes than I thought!”

“Excuse me…?”

“Oh, I was talking to myself. Anyway, you must have some questions for me, right?”

Jeanne’s reaction bothered me, but as she said, I needed to understand this situation first.

“…How are you here?”

“Good question. It’s clear and doesn’t need to be rephrased. Yes.”

Jeanne nodded and said. I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or not.

“First of all, as you might have guessed, I’m a little different from who I was in life.”

“It’s not that I guessed, it’s that I thought it was impossible.”

“Right. This is Menosorpo’s domain, right? Only a certain level of ‘reproduction’ is possible.”

I felt that Jeanne being here was due to Menosorpo’s power.

But actually accepting it was a huge difference.

“…This rune can reproduce to that extent? To the point of reviving the dead?”

“I’m not revived. I can’t leave this rune, and even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to stay like this for long.”

The current Jeanne was probably a collection of mana, just like the weapons I had made in Menosorpo.

“I’m just mimicking a very small part of the person Jeanne. I only have her memories and appearance, neither this flag nor I can use the power we had in life, and at best, I can only be a companion like this.”

“…Companion.”

With those words, I understood why Jeanne was here.

Jeanne smiled and said,

“I can’t answer everything. The past ‘we’ were forbidden from making certain statements. Well, I’ll try my best to avoid certain words.”

Forbidden statements.

Then whoever forbade them must have foreseen that a similar situation would arise someday.

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