Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 9 Menosorphs (3)

“The interpretation of the magic circle is ultimately similar to translation. You just have to explain what you are trying to do with the interpretation according to the set, direction, and location of the sign. But—”

Daud pointed to a certain part of the magic circle.

“I’ve never seen a sign like this before. I can hardly find symbols or grammars commonly used in magic circles. If I translate it, I don’t know what ‘I’ means, but I don’t know what ‘a’ is.”

Dawood said with a very dignified attitude. As if if he didn’t know, no one would know.

I scratched my face.

“Do you think I drew the magic circle wrong?”

As soon as he met me, Daoud was suspicious of the tea he didn’t like. Then he might think that I drew a fake magic circle to play around on purpose.

Besides, her expression is really bad right now.

“no.”

However, Daoud firmly shook his head.

“There is unity in the pattern. And the symbols used are moving in a consistent direction to activate magical induction. There’s no way a foolish magic circle drawn by hand could have this kind of appearance.”

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No matter what the evaluation of me was, I was soberly aware of the magic circle.

I admired it a little.

“You seem to be in a bad mood, so I thought it might be something like that. sorry.”

“It is true that it is unpleasant. Rather, it is unpleasant because it is a proper magic circle. Still, I can’t figure it out.”

Daoud thought for a moment as he placed his hand on his chin.

Then he opened his mouth.

“Did you say you got this as a dungeon reward?”

“What kind of dungeon was it?”

“Well, it was a low-level dungeon. In a cave environment, there are many trap designs, and a ratman inhabits… … .”

“Don’t be like that. What was the device that cleared the dungeon? boss? switch? puzzle? How did you solve the dungeon?”

Dowd’s question.

I looked at Cybel for a moment.

Cybel, who I did not see the process of solving the dungeon. If possible, I want to leave it unknowing.

“It was a sanctuary.”

I spit out the right facts.

It’s not common to have a sanctuary in a dungeon, but it’s not very rare either.

If I just hide that I solved it by saying ‘I don’t believe in God’, then there won’t be such a problem.

“… … Holy Sora.”

Daud’s eyes narrowed.

“Then there is a possibility that this magic circle is ‘ancient fish’.”

“Ancient… … .”

I recited the word with my breath.

said Dowd.

“Originally, the sanctuary is a relic that was created when God was present on this earth. If it was a reward obtained there, there is a high probability that it was an ancient language. Even more so if it is a set of symbols like a magic circle.”

ancient language.

It literally existed long ago, but it is now a lost language.

The reason for the disappearance is unknown, but the most powerful hypothesis of modern scholars is that

-It’s too difficult.

And in addition,

—It must have been made to flirt with each other.

I made this guess, and in fact, it’s almost correct.

Ancient language is a language created by wizards to communicate among themselves.

The truth itself is magic.

The biggest characteristic of ancient languages is that ‘pronunciation’ and ‘letter’ are made at the same time.

Those who have mastered the ancient language will naturally hear the sound when they see the ancient language.

Language is like that, so words with the same letter have innumerable meanings. Even if the letters are the same, the pronunciation is often different.

Of course, when an ordinary person reads the text, it is impossible to interpret it.

‘Ancient language.’

I looked again at the magic circle I had drawn.

I also know what the ancient language is like through knowledge, but I cannot interpret the ancient language.

But I got a hint. If this magic circle is an ancient fish, I can understand why nothing happened even if it was activated.

As I said before, ancient words contain ‘sound’ in their letters.

In other words, this magic circle also needs to be spoken out loud, rather than just drawing and adding mana. There is one more stage of activation.

‘If you recite the name of the magic circle, ‘Menosorpo’, it may work correctly.’

It’s like a character shouting out a technology name in a place like a cartoon or a game.

Your speech completes this magic circle.

‘… … However.’

Let’s not do it here.

‘Cause I don’t know what’s going to happen

* * *

After Frontier left.

Daoud looked at the magic circle drawn by Frontier without saying a word for a long time.

Cybel was standing next to him.

“… … Dad, are you still watching?”

“Well.”

At Cybel’s words, Daud pointed his finger at a corner of the magic circle.

“It was called Frontier. It was there that he first started drawing magic circles.”

Its location is the edge of the vacant lot.

Frontier started drawing a magic circle with his dagger from there, creating a shape.

“And as I said, I drew a very large magic circle. In this vacant lot.”

“Yeah, it’s great to memorize a magic circle of this size in detail, isn’t it?”

“There is that too. And one more thing.”

“one more thing?”

Daoud looked at Cybel and asked as if he had a problem.

“Cybel, assuming you were drawing a magic circle, where would you start? If I could move and paint something this huge.”

“… … Um, from the middle?”

“right. That’s normal. It’s also perfect for balancing the magic circle. But the frontier was drawn from the edge. I drew the outside first and then filled in the inside. Why?”

“… … that, well?”

Cybel tilted her head, unable to get a sense of it.

said Dowd.

“Frondier knew the exact range and spacing of the magic circle. The magic circle that will occupy almost all of this vacant lot is without a single margin of error. Do you see how absurd this is?”

It’s not just about remembering.

Beyond memorizing each and every shape and symbol of the magic circle in detail, it also remembers the size of the entire magic circle, the spacing between each symbol, and the location as well as the blueprint.

“I don’t know if I should regard this as memory. If you call this ‘memory’, it means that what a person has done so far is not even a memory.”

“… … .”

Cybel opened her mouth to admire.

Just remembering all the shapes of the magic circle was great enough, but the gaps and figures of all parts were all in my head.

“Hmm, at first, I wanted to bring a boy who was feeling down and I wanted something.”

“Oh, huh?”

“It’s good enough for you to choose.”

Cybel’s face turned bright red in an instant.

“So it’s not like that! Say how many times!”

“Don’t be too shy. Now this father is seeing him again quite a bit. Anyway, that doesn’t mean I’ve completely changed my mind. What should I do with his sleepy eyes… … .”

“Why doesn’t this one work while everything else works!”

Ding Dong.

Whether the timing was good or bad, just then the doorbell rang on the front door.

“Hmm, are you a guest? Don’t go away for a while.”

“done! I’ll go out!”

Cybel trudged through with a voice still full of anger.

‘Really, I don’t know what to do with my dad’s fluttering hair!’

When I opened the door with that momentum,

In front of the door stood a man whom Cybel did not know.

“Hello, Miss Cybel Forte, right?”

“… … Oh hello? Are you my father’s guest?”

“No, I’m looking for Miss Cybel.”

“Me?”

Cybel tilted her head as she looked at the man with a soft smile.

The man’s voice is gentle, and his face looks like a harmless herbivore.

“Sorry for trespassing. I am such a person.”

The man took out a business card and handed it to Cybel.

Cybel checked the business card.

[Serf Daniel]

– Indus member No. 9

“Indus… … ?”

Cybel looked at the strange name silently.

“Yes. Have you heard the name? Indus is an organization that was created against the nobles’ sense of choice.”

“… … What happened to me in that Indus?”

At Serp’s words, Cybel remembered what an organization called Indus was.

In the hierarchical world of Etius, discrimination based on that class always follows.

Most people don’t even recognize that discrimination as discrimination, but the Indus were people who felt injustice at the discrimination that aristocrats and royal families were doing and raised their voices for improvement.

This group can be joined by not only Constell students, but also commoners. This man named Serp in front of him is probably not a Constell student. The face value seems to be over 30.

For Cybel, the perception of Indus is neither good nor bad. The truth is, I wasn’t really interested.

However, the influence is so great that there is a saying that ‘the enemy of the Indus is the enemy of the commoners’.

That’s why we know what kind of group the indifferent Cybel is.

However, as a commoner Cybel, the existence of such an organization itself was not bad.

“I’ll tell you straight-forward, but would you mind joining us in the Indus?”

“Am I?”

Therefore, there is nothing particularly good or bad about this proposal.

It’s surprising because I didn’t think of it, but it’s not a bad feeling. You may or may not join depending on your mood.

That thought was changed by Serp’s next words.

“Now you can join the ‘revolution’.”

“Revolution?”

“Yes. It is such a revolution that eliminates all unjust discrimination and leaves complete fairness and fairness.”

Cybel’s head turned rapidly.

Somehow, I feel bad.

It seems like Serp is deliberately making her feel tough, even more so.

“… … What exactly is a revolution?”

“If you come to our side, you will know for sure.”

What is this scammer-like comment?

There is something that comes to mind when I say that I am a commoner.

Edwin von Behertio’s Golem Incident. It was an incident where a number of students were assaulted using golems.

However, it was revealed that a number of students systematically harassed Edwin. The motive is simply a ‘fallen’ ‘noble’. The name of the organization was ‘Aktober’.

Maybe this place called Indus is trying to do something similar?

“Do you do anything disturbing in the Indus?”

“Do you mean that it is an unholy thing?”

“Are you trying to eliminate discrimination and target and harm one nobleman?”

Cybel didn’t say anything.

Serp made a troubled face. But he was still smiling.

“We just want to raise the power of the common people and the voice of the common people.”

“Are you going to do it or not?”

At Cybel’s sharp question, Serp’s smile widened.

“──That method is also part of it.”

“I will decline the invitation. You have worked hard to come a long way. Please go back.”

Cybel bowed her head with unparalleled politeness.

Seeing this, Serp sighed as if he had no choice but to turn his back. Cybel silently watched those steps without any regrets.

On the way, Serp suddenly spoke.

“So, I have something to tell you.”

As for Serp’s profile, the expression on his face isn’t quite right, perhaps because of the shade.

“To borrow Miss Cybel’s words,”

But, obviously, he’s still smiling.

“Our next ‘target’, Frontier de Roach.”

“… … I beg your pardon?”

“I’m just letting you know.”

So Serp left.

Cybel tasted the feeling of an indescribable discomfort crawling around her cheeks.