Chapter 27 of the Academy's Weapon Replicator

Chapter 9: Menosorpo (1)

A few days after the golem incident with Edwin.

"…Alright."

I looked at the daggers woven in both of my hands.

[Skill 'Weaving' has gained an additional option.]

Skill Details:

[Weaving (織造)]

•Rank: Unique (固有)

•Description: Stores the image of an object in the workshop and replicates it. However, it is an illusion.

•Option: Simultaneous Replication

- Creates multiple woven items simultaneously.

- Number of simultaneous replications: 2

Finally, it became possible to weave two weapons at the same time.

Until now, I could only weave one weapon, so I had to remake it every time it broke. But if I can hold invisible weapons in both hands, it will also allow for more tricky attacks.

The speed of consecutive dagger throws will increase, and dual-wielding will also be possible.

"Then, now."

I closed my eyes.

'Artemis's bow and arrows.' The set is already stored as an image.

…Should I try it?

Artemis, the goddess, is very famous, but the fame of her weapons is not as much. This is because they are overshadowed by the radiance of Artemis.

Then, wouldn't it be easier to weave 'Gungnir'?

"Let's make the bow first, then the arrows."

Right now, I just want to know if weaving is possible. So, the arrows are fine. I can't shoot them here anyway.

I extended my hand.

Weaving (織造), Black River (黑川).

Rank - Divine (神位)

Chrysalactos

"Ugh…!"

I could clearly feel the mana draining from my body instantly, but it was less than with Gungnir.

The Divine rank is higher than the Legendary rank.

However, since I only replicated the bow from Artemis's set of bow and arrows, it seems the burden is lighter.

'Gungnir' is also famous enough to rival a divine weapon.

I looked at the bow woven from Black River.

Chrysalactos. The masterpiece given by Hephaestus to Artemis.

Indeed, the golden bow shone brilliantly, almost too ornate to be used as a weapon.

"Let's see."

I held the bow and tried to draw the string.

Or, I tried to.

"Huh?"

My hand holding the bowstring trembled but didn't move at all.

"It won't draw…!"

I strained every muscle in my body to apply force to the bowstring, but it didn't budge.

Could it be that I lack the strength?

By then, my mana was almost depleted, so I had no choice but to undo the weaving.

"Huff… huff…"

Let me think. Chrysalactos is Artemis's bow. Since it's a divine bow, could it be that only a god can draw it? Or perhaps only Artemis herself?

However, in Ethius, there are a few people who can use divine weapons, though they are very few.

For example, Ostrich, the principal of Constel.

Most of them receive divine power and discover their weapons as if following some destined path.

However, there are definitely cases where this is not the case.

In any case, divine weapons are not exclusively usable by gods.

"If it's not exclusive to gods, then perhaps it's exclusive to Artemis."

Or, it could be structured that way.

Maybe Artemis requested something special from Hephaestus.

…Or perhaps there is some kind of curse.

"Who was Artemis, anyway?"

I tilted my head and fell into deep thought.

In the Ethius world, the gods are adapted to fit this world, but generally, they follow a similar path. The names and titles may be slightly different, but their characteristics and achievements are similar.

Then, I thought of one possibility.

However, a possibility that I didn't particularly want to consider came to mind.

"…Could this bow…"

Only be drawn by women?

Artemis, famous for her misogyny. Perhaps she requested a special order from Hephaestus due to her hatred.

"Hephaestus, you damn bastard…"

Or, is the problem Artemis for making the request? In any case, I can't use it right now.

Even if I wanted to give it to a woman, the weapons I create through weaving cannot be transferred to others. They continue to consume my mana.

Ultimately, I have to use this bow.

To do that.

'…Should I modify it?'

Modifying a woven weapon. Is that even possible? Can weaving advance to that level?

Or, to begin with,

'How much do I really know about this ability?'

I don't know anything.

Until now, I have focused on maximizing the abilities I can use.

Storing the image of a weapon and materializing it as a 'phenomenon' rather than a 'substance.' I believed that was the only thing possible.

I still don't understand weaving. I just use it because I can.

However, if I fully understand 'weaving.' If I can grasp the principle of storing the image of a weapon and the structure of the weapon itself.

Modifying it wouldn't be an impossible story.

'Anyway, I need to confirm if it can only be used by women.'

…By the way, I have a schedule.

Fortunately, I received a call on my Sajiphone a while ago.

It's a bit worrying, but I'll go.

A hospital visit.

* * *

A general hospital near Constel.

"The poison has been neutralized."

The doctor said after the examination.

Cybel Forte nodded energetically.

"Hehe, I told you. I'm full of energy."

"Amazing. For the poison from the Slev to be completely neutralized in such a short time. It's fortunate that the wound avoided major blood vessels. You were lucky."

"…"

Cybel's expression stiffened slightly. For some reason, the doctor's words about her being lucky lingered in her ears.

The doctor tilted his head at her sudden silence.

"Aren't you happy?"

"Ah, no! I'm happy! I'm very happy! Ahaha, I'm famous for being lucky."

"Haha. We'll monitor your condition until today, and start the discharge process tomorrow. Get some rest."

"Wait? Can't I be discharged right away?"

"Even after the poison is neutralized, there can be lingering aftereffects. So, get some rest. If you feel uncomfortable, press this button immediately."

The doctor pointed to the call button on the wall.

Cybel nodded.

Creak, the doctor and nurse left the private room.

Cybel exhaled, feeling the silence that returned.

Slev.

She was attacked by a monster outside.

Later, she learned that the poison on Slev's dagger was an extremely potent venom.

A paralyzing poison that paralyzes the heart and brain, causing a terrible death.

"Phrondear, you lied."

Cybel chuckled.

It wasn't serious, she said. It had a sleep effect, so she fell asleep.

All of that was to reassure her.

To make her sleep. To save her.

"Liar."

The incompetent Phrondear, the lazy Phrondear,

the human sloth Phrondear.

"…Liar."

Thinking about it, his very existence seemed like a lie.

Whatever Phrondear did, he defeated Slev. He killed the monster outside.

He reassured Cybel, defeated the monster outside, carried her to the sanctuary, and resolved the dungeon.

Cybel couldn't forget Phrondear at that moment.

-I don't believe in gods.

The words were etched in her mind and wouldn't fade.

-I don't believe in fate.

"Am I, perhaps, hated?"

Cybel buried her face in her knees.

To Phrondear, who didn't believe in fate, wasn't Cybel the opposite?

Phrondear, who lacked talent.

Cybel, blessed with luck and talent.

It was easy to imagine how Phrondear felt when he looked at her.

"…No! Why should I worry about being hated by Phrondear!"

She lifted her head and said, as if regaining her composure.

That's right. Originally, she wouldn't have cared about Phrondear.

The original purpose of the lower dungeon was Aster Evans.

…But even as she thought that, soon.

'Phrondear probably doesn't rely on fate.'

She soon found herself thinking about Phrondear.

Cybel had always believed in her good luck.

However, the dungeon exploration with Phrondear was, to put it nicely, not in her favor.

She fell into every dangerous trap. There were countless hair-raising situations. Thanks to Phrondear's protection, she was fine, but otherwise, she might not be here now.

'…I've relied on luck.'

What she desired always came into her hands.

The situations she wanted always unfolded like a sturdy track.

But when a situation surpassed her luck, she felt how powerless she was.

Despite never slacking in her training.

Perhaps, in her obsession with good luck, she had come to take it for granted.

'I want to ask.'

Phrondear.

What he thinks about my luck.

What he thinks about me.

"…No, it's not like I have any ulterior motives."

Cybel stared blankly at the hospital door.

Cybel doesn't like waiting.

But now, she had to wait.

Until she was discharged, went to Constel, and met Phrondear.

'If Phrondear opens this hospital door and comes in.'

But that won