Receive a welcome at the Otto's for about a week.
Countess Otto, will you stay in this hall and become my children's tutor? That's what you told me.
"Of course, we hire wise men, so thank you very much."
The amount offered by the Countess was enough to spark the eyes of our family bookkeeper, the money-keeper maid.
She pulled my arm,
"Dear Sir, be sure to serve the Otto family."
And I have definitely recommended it.
"You're a cash maid as usual."
"Because you can't live without money. If you don't eat rice, you will die, and Chloe will die if you don't regularly replace the sage stone broom on this chest. The old man said," It's with you that you don't have money, you don't have a neck. "
"Must be."
And, leak a bitter laugh.
I also ask Fiona.
"Does Fiona like it here?
Fiona nods loudly, "Yeah," the more she wields that blonde lowering. Many times.
"I became friends with Oigen, Mia and Luna. Fiona wants to be here."
My heart leans when I hear that word.
Honestly, tutoring is not a pattern. I've lived a thousand years, so many times I had the opportunity to teach people things, but I knew I wasn't for educators a hundred times.
I used to be a lecturer at Wang Du's School of Magic on behalf of my master, Seymour, but that's when I made all my classes' self-study 'and slumped my class grades from top to bottom.
I was immersed in my own research while I let myself study.
Immediately necked, but told by Seymour.
"You're the best sage I've ever raised, but you don't seem to be the only one for a magic school instructor."
I guess the master's words are correct because Seymour, who then returned, restored his class grades brilliantly.
Will humans who do not even work as temporary lecturers in magic schools serve as tutors for noble children, etc?
No, I wouldn't be able to.
I thought so, but still, if your daughter wants to be here, bend her own doctrinal claims. In other words, it's not bad to abandon research first and become a tutor.
I thought so.
But my dull decision stemmed from Fiona's staring at that mother, Countess Otto, more than her friends, children over the past few days.
The gaze, the expression, clearly contains the emotions of vision.
Never before has Fiona said, "I want your mother," etc.
Chloe joked and said, "Chloe is Fiona's mother's replacement," but she still never ate it.
Regardless, my daughter knew the concept of a mother, and she knew what it was like to exist, but I guess she actually saw it around her eyes and became aware of the existence of a mother for the first time.
Maybe this is the first time I've seen Mrs. Otto adore her own children and I've sprouted such emotions.
"How come I don't have a mother?
It may have sprouted such a question.
Fiona doesn't use that word.
Or staying here like this might make that thought stronger.
That's what I had in mind.
Assuming I'm the tutor for the Otto family here, how come Oigen, Mia and Luna don't have a mother for themselves?
There may come a day when that's what you think.
No, it will definitely come.
What should I say to my daughter then?
"Fiona is a dwarf born out of a flask. No bloodline father, no mother."
Should I be so honest with you?
Or should I lie to her and say this?
"Fiona's mother died when she gave birth to Fiona. But she really loved you."
Neither felt like the right answer, and both felt like the right answer.
I just didn't have the courage to choose between them right now.
For a thousand years of living habits, we cannot even choose the choices we must make one day.
If I saw this figure, would the master laugh?
"You can't even say the least bit of dialogue as a person to the habit of cursing magic."
It could be called that.
If you think so, you notice that there is a bird knocking on the splendid window of the Otto family.
One of them was knocking on the window with a "concon".
The Countess tickles like this when she sees it.
"Well, yes. It's rare. I don't see much of it in the region."
Before that, I questioned the man who was acting in the middle of the day. It is nocturnal and sleeping during the day.
Besides, he shows up in people like this, and he doesn't poke at windows.
Ordinary, though.
I instantly realize that it's not normal.
"Excuse me."
With that said, I take the permission of the Countess Otto and put the cunt indoors.
It's on my shoulder, naturally.
And I started talking humanities.
Hello, gentlemen.
"Mr. Furo-san spoke!
It's like a fairy tale!
Fiona, shake. The Otto children are shaggy too.
I just couldn't just laugh at me and Chloe.
Because I perceived it to be a demon.
Besides, the demon belonged to someone I knew very well.
"Dear Kate, this is..."
Speaks human language, says Chloe, pointing to it.
I can see what she wants to say.
"Perhaps this user demon belongs to his master"
"Right. I feel Seymour's magic wave."
"Oh, and that guy prefers to use the wax as a demon."
Everything seems to fit with my nocturnal self.
Or he likes being carnivorous.
Anyway, it seems like the one in front of me belongs to Seymour, my master.
The user demon sounds a streamlined voice.
He spoke with a voice like a singer.
"Kite, it's been a long time."
Probably looking at this one via the user demon.
I guess he's mediating the use of demons to utter words.
The voice quality was different, but the tone was the master himself.
I bow my head to my master.
"Long time no see"
"Um, it's been a long time."
It was a strange sight to bow your head to the ox.
Moreover, what a great sight, it emits a dialogue like that of our master himself.
"My daughter there -"
That's what he says. I could easily imagine that many of them were Countess Otto with that daughter. Because he stares at her.
called my daughter. Mrs. Otto didn't look distracted, either.
"This is the first time I've been called my daughter since I married my husband."
and forgiven me for my disrespect.
He also tolerates further disrespect.
"I'm sorry, daughter. I have an important story to tell with this man now. Would you mind taking your seat off?
She, Countess Otto, will look at this one.
Should I follow the instructions? She had that look on her face.
I'm sorry, I wished she would leave with that look on her face.
She doesn't look like she cared at all and speaks to her sons.
"Join Oigen, Luna, Mia and your mother to the next room. Because I have baked sweets."
Her children said, "Yes, Mother!" and followed behind her.
Along the way, she looked back lightly.
Do your gaze on Fiona. Then he sends me his gaze.
Should I take Fiona with me, too, the Countess so distracted me?
I thank her for her skilfulness.
Tell Fiona very naturally.
"Fiona should have a snack too"
Fiona shows difficulty at first. I can't seem to be more interested in "Mr. Furo-san" talking than baked confectionery, but I still lost my temper in the end.
"Absolutely not later. So let me!
That being said, I followed behind the Countess.
This room will be just me and Chloe.
Then Xu turned to this one and said hello again.
"Long time no see, kite."
I'm finally drooling.
"It's been a while. Master."
Kite, an arrogant shore, had been given such a nickname when she went to magic school, but only her master, Seymour, respected her.
I bow my head until my master says, "You can keep your head up" or "You don't have to be." It's a routine ritual.
- But usually they give me that word right away, but they didn't today.
Or suddenly I got to the point.
I guess that's how urgent it is.
When I lifted my head without permission from my teacher, I heard him say something.
"Kate, things need to be quick. At this point, useless courtesy interactions are useless."
When he prefaced, he informed me of the matter.
"I hear there's a sorcerer, or a wise man, who committed a great crime in the Lowen region where you live."
"A felony, is it...?
All of a sudden, they poked me in the void.
"Oh, yeah. You know the creation of life is forbidden in this country, right?
"Yeah, well, for once..."
"Alchemy research is partially restricted. If we succeed in turning the metals into gold, the value of gold will decline and society will be disrupted. People in the Episcopal Church make a scene if they can produce new life. The creation of life is the domain of God."
"Therefore, there are restrictions placed on our magicians' research."
"Exactly, it's just that it's pre-construction, and we magicians are constantly encouraging research, encouraging the generation of gold and the creation of artificial life, which is every day the dream of a wise man"
He laughs ridiculously.
I laugh when I get caught.
Many magicians did indeed violate the laws of the country.
Sorcerers, let alone talented enough to be called wise men, all aspire to the truth of sorcery, which is their ultimate goal.
Everyone dreams of the creation of life and overlaps its research.
That was the natural path of what was meant by witchcraft.
Knowing it, the country and the Church had, for once, imposed restrictions on the study of witchcraft as a pre-construction.
Don't let the sorcerer stir them up either.
I didn't do that kind of research to avoid fear from the people, that's what I insisted.
The balance between the two was maintained by such logic, but apparently there are wise men who have lost that balance.
That's how Seymour explains it.
Unexpectedly something cold flowed down my back, but I asked without changing my expression.
"I mean, what is the master trying to say?
He answers indirectly.
"There is no way that neither the Empire nor the Episcopal Church can create life or anything else. That's what I thought, but apparently there was a wise man who succeeded in it."
"Is that information all you have?
I asked him with a strange gesture, but he told me the facts in a pale way.
"The rulers of this country don't have much of a loophole. I was letting a wise man named Seymour build a homunculus detection device. What if the moment Homncrus was born in this world, it was a magic machine that was built to sense it?"
"Was the master making something like that?
"Oh, you're a wise man with the title of Imperial Court Mage, too, I am."
I couldn't refuse, so I went on.
"- Even though I never dreamed that day would come when that device would help. It's just that I took it as an easy part-time job to get a lot of money to build interesting machines."
"By the way, how accurate is that machine?
"Right. I can feel the fluctuations that Homunculus was born."
"Do you know until time?
"I can sense it. It's a year late."
"Where?
That was the answer I most wanted to hear.
If I can measure it accurately, I can no longer use it.
"Right. That's about all you know about the Lowen region. That's all I know."
"... I see"
Is there any certainty that I have succeeded in creating Homunculus?
Should I stay here for a while?
That's what I thought, but I'm going to take control of the lead.
"Regardless of the head of the empire, I only know one magician living in the Lowen region who is strong enough to create Homunculus, the ultimate dream of a magician, something that can extremes the truth of magic. And we've already confirmed that he's taking an unfamiliar toddler."
When he said that, he was silent for a while.
I guess you're giving me room to think.
He's the same person who can't eat.
You must have sent a demon of use after you were already convinced that I had succeeded in creating Homunculus.
………………
After a while of silence, he stuck an ultimatum at me.
"Well, after you've heard this story, I want to ask. My foolish disciple. Anything you want to tell me?
Here, smile,
"- Acute aphasia"
I could also say a word and pierce the silence.
But originally, I relied on my teacher to make my journey.
Seymour, the master, will be consulted. It's bound to lead me and Fiona in the right direction. That's why I went on a journey.
I never had any doubts about my master.
I made a grand confession.
"That blonde daughter is in Homunculus"
"Well, again, well. Have you succeeded in creating a new life?"
Xu raises his voice of admiration.
"What about that? I was just born by accident. It wouldn't be possible if they told me to reproduce it again."
"Oh, my God, it's a bad hit."
"However, the higher ecclesiastical levels of the empire and the Episcopal Church are looking for Homunculus, which means they are looking for its reproduction."
"Exactly. They will try to take away Homunculus' manufacturing methods, even though they are not. If that creator can't reproduce it, he'll expose the homunculus itself and tease it around as an experimental object."
"Then we must do everything in our power to protect it."
Resolutely and naturally insist.
"Is that your will as a magician? Or pride as a wise man?
That's what I've been asking, but I shake my head slowly.
"No. It's his responsibility as a father."
When I heard the answer, I felt like I loosened my expression.
Though there should be no facial expressions.
It's just that my master seems satisfied with my answer.
"Aye, okay. What I wanted to hear was that dialogue. If you speak that word, I will do everything I can to help you."
When he said that, he ordered me to head to his mansion.
When I thanked my master again, he flew out the window.
I flashed my wings across the blue sky.