Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 151: Summoning (1)

A very natural 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 with strange main quests?

Who is the person who did this?

But no way.

‘I never thought it was a human being.’

I saw the humans gathered here.

Since I’m seeing it from Hestia’s perspective, I can’t even turn my head, but at least the people I see are people I know.

Heroes I know. It looked like they were called giants and were talking together.

“Jeanne.”

As if to comfort Joan of Arc, a woman next to her opened her mouth.

It was my first time seeing that woman, but considering my knowledge in the game, she seemed to be Atalanta, a hero from Greek mythology.

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

“What kind of pun is that!”

Jeanne shouted.

“You all know how slim the chances of this succeeding are! We risked our lives against those slim odds to save humanity! But will the humans from other worlds we summon be like that too? Did we even say a word to him? No, you don’t even know who ‘he’ is!”

Kugoong—

The interior shook for a moment at Jeanne’s shout.

It was only then that I realized that the setting in this memory was not outdoors. They are 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, the reason this great magic is possible is because of you. You are the one who can do it. But is this really the right way? “We are entrusting a very heavy burden to someone we have never met.”

Merlin closed his eyes deeply.

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

“… … okay. And that meant sacrificing myself no matter what.”

“This magic requires all of our lives.”

“Is that some kind of indulgence? “Just because we risk our lives, can we decide to risk the lives of others?”

It’s a gentle but sharp conversation.

Sigurd, who was listening, spoke.

“I think I need to do this magic.”

“Sigudr!”

Jeanne looked at Sigurd with resentful eyes.

Sigurd shook his head.

“We have come such a long way. “Think of the sacrifices made to make this magic work.”

“That’s because I didn’t know the true nature of magic!”

There Joan of Arc saw Merlin.

“Merlin, you knew, right? What is this magic! “You knew but you hid it!”

Merlin bowed his head deeply.

“… … That’s right.”

“How, how could you!”

“With the intention of saving humanity in this world, I planned to kill a person unrelated to us. “It’s all a dark plan that came from within me.”

“… … !”

Jeanne bit her lip. Her next words didn’t come out.

“… … But.”

Merlin glanced aside.

It was a direction that I couldn’t see.

“Why are you talking about this plan?”

Merlin let out a bloody voice. It was no different from a voice addressed to an enemy.

he said

“Loki.”

I was surprised by those words.

At Merlin’s words, someone stepped forward.

His red hair was messy and somewhat long for a man.

The sharp eyes blink leisurely, in contrast to the atmosphere, the gaze is tilted to the side as if it is a habit, and one corner of the mouth rises.

‘Loki, it’s really Loki!’

Loki is caught among the giants.

It was such a strange sight that Loki seemed to be alone in the background.

“You told me your plan.”

Loki let out a heavy voice.

“I just had no idea that such important information would not have been shared.”

“Loki… … !”

“Even if I was ‘talking about it,’ did I do something wrong?”

Loki looked around with his arms spread wide.

“Merlin was the only one among the giants who knew the truth about magic, so I told others about this magic. “Is there anyone who is dissatisfied with what I did?”

No one answered Loki’s words.

‘… … ‘That’s it.’

I roughly understood the situation.

A person who knew the full story of this plan and the identity of magic. Of these, Merlin was the only one other than Loki.

So Merlin tried to hide this plan until his death. To bear all the sins alone.

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

“What do you mean?”

Merlin asked Loki’s words.

“We are moving forward with the belief that this plan will succeed. So when this plan succeeds, at least none of us will be confused. It’s not a matter of just passing it off as magic to save humanity. “What are we going to do if these people here can’t move properly when that situation arises?”

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

Maybe it’s because Loki is right.

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

Loki looked at everyone with his signature cunning look.

“Let’s all bear the blame together, friends.”

As he spoke to everyone with that face, it was fitting that he truly was the god of mischief.

But to me, that face feels a bit contrived.

‘You call yourself a villain when you talk about sharing the blame.’

I could see Loki’s intentions.

Now this conversation is definitely about me.

A great magic trick that draws someone from another world to this place. Moreover, without the consent of the other party.

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

At least someone has to push their backs.

‘… … ‘It feels strange.’

I know the result anyway. Because I am here.

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

Moreover, looking at the content, it seems like it is a way to save humanity.

So do I blame them?

Should I be angry that they were brought into a world on the verge of destruction without my consent?

… … I don’t know yet.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Loki shrugged his shoulders.

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

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

“It’s okay to have probability.”

Loki raised one hand.

When I moved my hand lightly, a coin that had not been there before was found between my fingers.

Ting—

Lightly flick the coin with your finger to make it float in the air. The coin spun several times in the air and landed in the palm of my hand.

obverse.

Ting—

It bounces again and lands on the palm of your hand.

Front again.

Ting—

Also the front.

“They say I will succeed.”

“… … “It’s just a trick.”

“What if it’s a trick?”

Loki laughed.

It was a mischievous smile.

“That’s what magic is like.”

“… … “If all goes well, is it possible to send him back?”

“of course. The ‘Grand Wizard’ of that era will send it back to you. Right, Merlin?”

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

“The wizard of that time will have achieved a level superior to me, perhaps.”

“Look.”

I thought blankly while listening to the conversation.

Right. If I wanted to go back, all I needed was an archmage.

Ospreet, or Elodie?

“But this magic.”

Atalanta opened her mouth.

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

“What does that mean?”

Arthur asked.

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

“Yes, you should have some idea of our situation. “The same goes for knowledge.”

“In order to adapt quickly, we need to resemble this world as much as possible. Or at least we need a chance to get acquainted with our world.”

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

No way, I wish I could.

‘I first encountered this world through a game.’

An opportunity to learn about the world they talk about.

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

Is it a world without magic?

‘A game where game over is inevitable no matter what you do.’

The reason was simple.

Originally, this world never went beyond that.

“That’s not all.”

This time it was Joan of Arc.

“There are two conditions we wish for. The person who was brought in has ‘Weaving’ and acquires ‘Menosorpho’, or gives ‘Menosorpho’ to someone strong. What is in front is ideal and what is behind is reality. But just thinking about the reality is not easy.”

“… … “Merlin, can you specify who to bring?”

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

“I can’t name just one person. “It would be possible if we narrowed down the scope to a few things.”

“It’s a range.”

Arthur mumbles.

Sigurd raised his hand there.

“Then what are the conditions required for ‘him’?”

Then he started folding his fingers one by one.

“You don’t believe in God, you have to have the talent to become strong in a short period of time, you have to be able to adapt quickly to being dropped into an unfamiliar world alone, and you have to have the brains and inquisitive mind to one day realize the truth of this world?”

The faces of the others darkened at those words.

Each condition is difficult. He seemed to think so.

“… … “The most important thing is,”

Joan of Arc said with a deep expression on her face.

“It won’t collapse.”

“For what?”

“To everything. “The despair of losing your entire original life, the loneliness of being drifting alone in the world, the disparity of living your life while imitating others, the sense of desperation of endlessly struggling to save the world—you need a spirit that can withstand it all.”

“Huh,” said Sigurd with a laugh.

“I guess so. “Then he will have to live with all the unfair situations that come his way.”

Atalanta said.

“Furthermore, growing rapidly in a short period of time requires more than talent or effort. “No matter what it is, it will be a kind of ‘price.’”

Sigurd snorted and shook his head.

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

“… … I don’t know if it’s a machine, but in any case, it’s not realistic. Can I say I am a normal person? … .”

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

“Or maybe God. In this case, it may not be Advent.”

Everyone was talking about me.

He’s definitely an ordinary human being.

“It must be human.”

Someone said it at the right time, so I was a little surprised.

It was Joan of Arc.

“Only if there really is such a person.”

She had a sad face.

“If someone doesn’t tell you, you won’t even know your own pain.”

I had nothing to say to Joan of Arc.

Am I that kind of person? I had never thought about it.

“Jeanne.”

Then Loki spoke.

“When everything goes your way, you are the only one who will face him. Are you ready?”

“… … huh.”

Joan of Arc nodded.

Loki spoke again.

“This magic is a collection of wishes we have. But I don’t know if my wish will actually come true. “If you don’t have enough strength, it may be okay, but the results may be different, or it may be even more disastrous.”

“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. In the distant future, I will meet that person. “If I believe that there will be that time, I can rest assured.”

“… … okay. “You had ‘eyes.’”

Loki nodded as if he understood something.

He laughed again.

“So, do you want to bet? Jeanne.”

“bet?”

“What will the eyes look like when someone meets all the criteria we want?”

“What do you think?”

“You can tell by looking into someone’s eyes. Is he truly dead or alive? I’ll bet I’m dead. “There is no way a person with that level of experience could remain sane.”

Jeanne shook her head at those words.

“He probably has better eyes than you.”