I went into the study, and when I sat down in my seat, Chloe came to the tray with whiskey and ice, plus a glass of water.
The dish of liquor is served with cheese covered with fish rinds and dried salami.
It is a royal choice that is not surprising.
Chloe stayed in the study when she hung up on Chloe.
From our atmosphere, I don't think it's a good idea for me to be here.
The master praises him when he sees him.
"She's a mechanical doll, but she's a sensitive daughter to human mechanics"
"He can also read the slightest change in his husband's expression after hundreds of years of being a caged sage maid."
"I see. Speaking of which, you've been dating that girl a lot longer than I have."
"Right."
"I already saw it 500 years ago, so is that all you're going to do with that girl?"
"It will."
"What a part to have. That girl, whatever the circuit or its power section, the external parts would be ready-made. You're not supposed to get that type of parts anymore."
"I bought it about 500 years ago and put it down."
"I see, so you can stay with me for hundreds more years"
"Well, in the meantime, if I don't die,"
"You must be a wise man of immortality."
"But it's not immortality. If you can snap your neck, you will die, and if you can snap your heart, you will die. I'm still a human being. For once."
"Right. Many wise men have attained immortality, but the immortal have not."
When the master said so, he was often silent.
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He also looked like a troubled man with a heart.
I thought it was unusual to be a bizarre witch, but I asked. Frankly.
"It's unusual for a master to say. I mean, every trouble I brought in this time is pretty troublesome. Specifically, it's a pain in the ass for me to even risk dying."
Pointing out all the time, he became even more silent.
A bitter atmosphere like lead vaporized envelops the space.
He used to stare at my face, but did he eventually see it?
The beak told the story.
"I didn't ask you for this request at first. I thought I'd let you get away with this. Then I'll leave you out of this world feud."
"Does the master still care about that time?
"I will. That's how the man who was supposed to be the best sage in the world got to live in hiding. And the reason for this lies with me, the master."
"Master has nothing to do with it."
"I do. I'm the one who found your talent. I'm the one who wrote the recommendation to the Imperial Army."
"But I was the one who wanted it."
………………
In fact, the master had nothing to do with it.
At the time, I was floating when I graduated from this school of magic as chief.
I am the genius of sorcery, and with that power I can change the world. I can make the world better.
That's what I believed.
It was only natural for such a boy to enter the Imperial Army and dawn into research there.
I was involved in the development of a weapon that would kill a lot of people there, killing humans with witchcraft.
I was just proud for the first few years.
My wisdom serves my country, leads to the happiness of the people of the Empire.
That's what I believed.
However, the heat also cools quickly.
Is the battle golem I have developed useful for this world?
Could you have saved people with a highly lethal sword made of alloy that you developed?
Was it possible to build a peace commensurate with the amount of blood shed?
That's how I started to think.
I questioned him. I quit my army and caged him in the mountains.
So it dawned on research.
I've been immersed in research, trying to be a useful magician in the world for a thousand years, just researching and pulling cages.
In the meantime, medicines were also developed that dramatically improve infant mortality.
New agricultural laws were developed so that many people could eat white bread, as well as crops of disease-resistant varieties.
Efficient heating equipment was also developed to ensure that people in the North did not freeze.
at least sin of annihilation, it would be a lie when it came to not having the feeling that
I just didn't think that would justify what I'd done, or that the person I'd killed would be happy.
It was just hypocrisy and self-satisfaction.
Or maybe we could call it a reality escape.
As he encountered the past, he spoke.
"Well, I don't want to get you into this if I can, I'm not false in my feelings. But I'm gonna get you into this. So let's apologize in advance. I'm sorry."
He bows his head to the dust. It was unusual. Don't let the bloody witch bow her head to others. I never saw it in any hundred years.
"I asked my master to help me escape and prepare me for teaching. You can't ask for that."
"... it would help if you said so"
"So what is it about the Master's favor? It must be pretty rough."
"Oh, my God."
"It's hard for my master to say. That's how much you can guess."
"Can't I hide something from my disciples? You're right. Again, I'm trying to help you as a magician."
"Kill people," he said?
"No way. It's not that ghost. The other way around."
"Reverse?"
"I want this request to protect the Demons."
"Protect the Demons..."
Mumble unintentionally.
"The Demons must have been extinct a long time ago, that's what you're trying to say."
"Yeah, at least it was extinct before I was born," I heard.
"That's what the history textbook says. But when you were in the army, you would have fought a clan called the Descendants of the Demons, or the demons who wanted the demon gods resurrected, wouldn't you?
"Yeah, but they've been doomed for a long time, too. I've heard that the demonic bloodline has been completely destroyed."
I kept breathing there.
"- But with that mouthful, he didn't, so the master wants to say,"
"Right. The Demons survived in today's world. No, it's resurrected, to be exact."
"In other words?"
"Do you know the word isolated hereditary?
"Yeah, for once. Because I'm still a wise man."
An isolated gene refers to a phenomenon in which a grandfather, grandmother, or more previous gene is reflected in that person in a realistic manner.
Even if the whole family has dark hair and dark eyes, if their ancestors had blonde blue eyes, that gene would be expressed and born as a blonde blue eye child.
When I was remembering the term, the master went on like this.
"Let's get straight to it. I have a daughter in this college who draws Demon blood. And there's an organization that's after that girl. I want you to protect her from them."
"That's easy to understand."
"I would."
And he laughs without a voice.
"I'll protect the Devil's daughter..."
Crush again.
Maybe it's a case to nod in two replies, but I couldn't make an immediate decision.
Or maybe it's a good opportunity to atone for all the sins of the past, but I still couldn't get an instant answer.
Because I have something important to protect right now.
Regardless, it is Fiona, my daughter.
If protecting that demon clan puts my daughter in danger, I can't remember any hesitation in abandoning this leangrad college, which I thought was a place of peace.
I put my attitude on hold when I said, "Let me think for a while."
My master forgives me for that.
"Whatever. Think carefully. It's just that in the end you shake your head vertically. I believe so."
When he said so, he closed his eyes.
I pondered over what my master had brought with him this request.
Doesn't the master wish to set himself apart from the past by my helping the Devil's daughter?
Aren't you trying to get rid of the days when you used magic to defile that hand?
That's what I could think of.
Or maybe the master's suggestion should be accepted.
I didn't think I could distinguish myself from the past, but still, in the future, I might be able to get rid of something like "starch" that's stuck in my heart before I raise my daughter.
I thought so. I decided to take my master's request.
"... ok. I'll protect her, the devil's daughter."
When I said that, I felt like I smiled.
"I thought you'd say that"
How so? I ask.
"You had fatherhood and motherhood by raising a daughter named Fiona. Then becoming a teacher of this college also sprouts a sense of responsibility as a priest. That's what I was calculating."
... I see, I'm convinced that's the case.
Or my teacher introduced me to this job in anticipation of it.
This witch doesn't live longer than I do on Dada.
It wasn't surprising that you sent me to this college with all that calculation and intent.
With that in mind, I heard the name of the girl to protect this time.
The bloody witch answered without hesitation.
The name my master gave me was an unexpected name.
No, it's a good name to hear. That's why they poked me.
The first name I've learned since I became a teacher at this college.
The first female student to eat at me.
The flax haired girl who became Fiona's first friend.
I've been to this house many times, and every time I do, I'm the girl who was eating Chloe's baked sweets.
The first name is Harmonia.
She said she was the girl who drew the blood of the demon clan and expressed the gene in colour.
And because of that, she seems to be being targeted by an organization.
The name of the organization is "Blood Alliance Division". A group of extremists divided from the Episcopal Church. The creation and death of life was a bunch of fanatics who believed and did not doubt that only absolute God would administer it.
"Oh, man, fanatics are endless all the time."
And when I divulged my usual stupidity, I began to think about how to protect Harmonia from that fanatic.