The Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 570

Episode 570

Chapter 151 Summoning (1)

A very obvious question that I have been feeling for a very long time.

Why did I come to this world?

Why do you become Frontier de Roach and live while receiving strange main quests?

Who committed this act?

But no way.

‘I thought it was a human.’

I saw the people gathered here.

Since I am looking from Hestia’s perspective, I cannot even turn my head, but at least all the people in sight are people I know.

The heroes I know. They were called giants, gathered together and talking.

“Jeanne.”

A woman standing next to Joan of Arc opened her mouth as if trying to appease her.

It was my first time seeing that woman, but considering my knowledge of the game, she looked like Atalanta, the heroine of Greek mythology.

“If this plan succeeds, he won’t die either.”

“What kind of pun is that!”

Jeanne cried out.

“You all know how slim the odds of this working are! We risked our lives on those slim odds to save humanity! But what about the humans from other worlds we’re summoning? Did we even say a word to them? No, we don’t even know who ‘he’ is!”

Ku-Kung—

Jeanne’s scream caused a brief stir inside.

It was only then that I realized that the setting in this memory was not outdoors. They were all gathered inside somewhere.

…No, I know where this is.

This is a workshop.

“…Merlin.”

The man who had been listening quietly opened his mouth.

King Arthur, Arthur Pendragon.

“I’m sorry, but this time I agree with Jeanne.”

“…Arthur.”

“Of course, this great magic is possible because of you. You are the one who can execute it. But is this really the right way? We are entrusting too much of a burden to someone we have never even met.”

Merlin closed his eyes deeply.

“Arthur, you said you would make any sacrifice to save humanity.”

“…Yes. And that was just a statement about sacrificing myself.”

“This magic will cost us all our lives.”

“Is that some kind of indulgence? Just because we risk our lives, does that mean we can decide to risk someone else’s life?”

It’s a polite but sharp conversation.

Sigurd, who was listening to him, said:

“I think I have to do this magic.”

“Sigurd!”

Jeanne looked at Sigurd with resentful eyes.

Sigurd shook his head.

“We’ve come a long way. Think of the sacrifices we’ve made to make this magic work.”

“That’s because you didn’t know what magic was!”

There Joan of Arc saw Merlin.

“Merlin, you knew what this magic was, didn’t you? You knew it and kept it a secret!”

Merlin bowed deeply.

“…Yes.”

“How, how you!”

“I planned to kill a person who had nothing to do with us in order to save the humanity of this world. It was all a dark plan that came from inside me.”

“…!”

Jeanne bit her lip. She couldn’t say anything else.

“…but.”

Merlin glanced sideways at it.

It was a direction that was not visible from my perspective.

“Why did you reveal this plan?”

Merlin let out a murderous voice. It was the kind of voice one would use towards an enemy.

He said.

“Loki.”

I was surprised by those words.

At Merlin’s words, someone stepped forward.

His red hair was tangled and rather long for a man.

The sharp eyes blink leisurely, unlike the atmosphere, and as if out of habit, the gaze tilts to the side and one corner of the mouth goes up.

‘Loki, it’s really Loki!’

Loki is stuck in the middle of the giants.

It was such a jarring sight, Loki seemed isolated against the background.

“I told you about the plan.”

Loki’s voice was heavy.

“I just never thought that something so important would not be shared.”

“Loki…!”

“Even if I was ‘talking it out,’ is that something wrong with me?”

Loki looked around with his arms outstretched.

“Merlin alone among the giants knew the truth about magic, so I revealed the nature of this magic to the others. Is there anyone who is dissatisfied with what I have done?”

No one answered Loki’s words.

‘…I see.’

I have a rough idea of ​​the situation.

The only person who knew the whole plan, the true nature of the magic, was Merlin, aside from Loki.

So Merlin tried to keep this plan a secret until his death, so that he could take all the blame on himself.

“And Merlin, this isn’t a problem that can be solved by you carrying it alone.”

“What does that mean?”

Merlin asked Loki’s words.

“We are moving forward believing that this plan will succeed. Then, when this plan succeeds, at least none of us should be confused. It’s not a problem that can be dismissed as just magic to save humanity. What are we going to do if these people here can’t move properly when that situation actually arises?”

Merlin looked displeased at those words, but did not object.

Maybe it’s because Loki is right.

“This is a decision we all have to make.”

Loki looked at everyone with his characteristically sly face.

“Let’s all bear our sins together, friends.”

He was talking to everyone with that face, so he really deserved to be called the god of pranks.

But to me, that face feels a bit artificial.

‘You say we should share in the sin, and yet you claim to be the villain.’

I could see Loki’s intentions.

This conversation right now is definitely about me.

A great magic that draws someone from another world here, without their consent.

The heroes here may not dare to make this choice, but if it is the only way to save humanity, then this is the way.

At least someone has to push back.

‘…I feel strange.’

I already know the outcome, because I’m here.

After all, they must have used magic to bring me to this world.

Besides, looking at the content, it seems like that’s the way to save humanity.

So, am I resenting them?

Should I be angry that they brought me to a world on the brink of destruction without my consent?

…I don’t know yet.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Loki shrugged.

“Our plan will succeed. Then, ‘he’ won’t have to die, and the world will be happy and everyone will eat well and live well.”

“How can you say that? The odds of this operation really are…!”

“I don’t care about probability.”

Loki raised one hand.

He moved his hand slightly and a coin that wasn’t there before appeared between his fingers.

Ting—

I flicked the coin with my finger to launch it into the air. The coin spun around in the air a few times before landing on my palm.

obverse.

Ting—

It bounces again and lands on your palm.

Back to the front.

Ting—

And the front.

“I told you I would succeed.”

“…That’s just an illusion.”

“So what if it’s an illusion?”

Loki laughed.

It was a playful smile.

“That’s what magic is.”

“…If all goes well with the plan, can you send that person back?”

“Of course. The ‘Great Wizard’ of that era will send you back safely. Right, Merlin?”

When Loki asked Merlin, Merlin stroked his chin and said,

“The wizard of that time will probably achieve a level greater than mine.”

“Look at that.”

I sat there blankly, listening to that conversation.

I see. So I just need an archmage to go back?

Osprey, or Elodie?

“But this magic.”

Atalanta opened her mouth.

“Even if you decide to do it, you don’t know if you’ll actually be able to do it.”

“What does that mean?”

Arthur asked.

“We’re trying to bring someone from another world into a time when we’re not around. So ‘he’ will live without any advice. How are we going to make him do what we want?”

“Yes, we need to have some understanding of our situation. Knowledge as well.”

“In order to adapt quickly, we need to be as similar to this world as possible. Or at least have the opportunity to learn about our world.”

There was one thing that came to mind when I heard this conversation.

I’m thinking, no way.

‘I first encountered this world through a game.’

A chance to learn about the world they speak of.

Could it be that it appeared in the form of a game in the world I live in?

Is that a world without magic?

‘A game where you can’t avoid game over no matter what you do.’

The reason was simple.

This world originally never went beyond that.

“That’s not all.”

This time it was Joan of Arc.

“There are two conditions we wish for. The person we bring in acquires ‘Menosorpo’ while possessing ‘Weaving’, or we give ‘Menosorpo’ to someone strong. The first is ideal, and the second is reality. However, even if we only think about reality, it is not easy.”

“…Merlin, can you tell me who to bring?”

When Arthur asked, Merlin thought for a moment and then said.

“I can’t pinpoint just one person. I guess I can narrow it down to a few.”

“It’s a range.”

Arthur muttered.

There Sigurd raised his hand.

“Then what are the conditions that ‘he’ needs?”

Then he began to fold his fingers one by one.

“If you don’t believe in God, you need to have the talent to become strong in a short period of time, be able to adapt quickly when dropped into an unfamiliar world alone, and have the brains and curiosity to eventually realize the truth of this world?”

At those words, the faces of the others darkened.

Each and every condition is not easy. That’s what he seemed to think.

“…the most important thing,”

Joan of Arc spoke with a deep look on her face.

“It won’t collapse.”

“For what?”

“For everything. The despair of losing your original life, the loneliness of being adrift in the world alone, the dissonance of living your life while imitating someone else, the desperation of struggling endlessly to save the world. You need the spirit to endure all of that.”

Huh, Sigurd let out a hollow laugh.

“I see. Then he will have to live his life swallowing all the unreasonable situations that come his way.”

Atalanta said.

“Besides, to grow rapidly in a short period of time, something more than talent or effort is needed. Whatever it is, it will be a kind of ‘price.’”

Sigurd laughed and shook his head.

“Huh, if there is such a guy, he would be a machine, not a human.”

“…I don’t know if it’s a machine, but it’s not realistic. I wonder if you can call it a normal person…”

“If there are demons in that world, then that kind of demon might be summoned.”

“Or maybe it’s God. In that case, it wouldn’t be a descent.”

Everyone was talking about me.

He is, in fact, an ordinary human being.

“It must be human.”

Someone said it at such a perfect time that I was a little surprised.

It was Joan of Arc.

“If only there really were such a person.”

She had a sad face.

“If no one tells you, you won’t even know your own pain.”

I was speechless at Joan of Arc’s words.

I never thought about whether I was that kind of person.

“Jeanne.”

Then Loki said.

“When everything goes as planned, you’ll be the only one who can face him. Are you ready?”

“…huh.”

Joan of Arc nodded.

Loki spoke again.

“This magic is a collection of wishes that we have. But we don’t know if they will actually come true. If we lack the power, the results may be neither here nor there, or the results may be even more dire.”

“I know.”

“Faith is important in this magic. It may sound funny, but.”

“It’s not funny.”

Joan of Arc shook her head.

“You said it. I will meet that person someday. If I believe that that day will come, I can rest assured.”

“…Yeah. You had ‘eyes’.”

Loki nodded as if he understood something.

He laughed again.

“Well then, do you want to bet? Jeanne.”

“bet?”

“When someone appears who meets all the criteria we want, what will his eyes look like?”

“How is it?”

“You can tell by looking into someone’s eyes whether he’s truly dead or alive. I’d bet he’s dead. There’s no way a person with that kind of experience would remain sane.”

Jeanne shook her head at those words.

“I bet you have better eyes than me.”