The private residence of the great sage Conrad was on the outskirts of the Empire City.
Tranquility was the only quality rigid mansion for sale, but it hasn't been busy lately, as it used to be in the distant past.
The death of the great sage Conrad is imminent in time.
The information echoed around the sorcery world, pushed by disciples and grand disciples, former colleagues, companions, and humans who put themselves in the sorcery world, as in the days after.
At first I met with everyone.
Conrad still had strength left, and I wanted to keep the voices of humans I was close to in my eardrums before I died.
Conrad met with his former acquaintance as long as time allowed and as long as he was physically fit.
A long time ago, comrades of war who served the Empire together and fought for the Empire and the people also came.
He is a great wise man called the Witch of Blood.
She has asked me to stand on Conrad's pillow and go straight into the short knife.
"Are you going to die? Conrad the Great Mage."
Unlike his disciples and other magicians, it was a word without any abomination. It was an uncomfortable question.
Conrad also answers without abomination.
"Oh, you're dying. It's time for the tide."
Conrad didn't hate this witch.
No, I'd rather fall into my favorite category. I don't know what you're thinking, like all the other great sages. I'm just a pure, honest witch. He was one of the few friends I could discuss without a rush or pre construction.
"Right, will you die? If there is such a thing as the afterlife, I want you to say hello on my behalf. to my former companions and disciples. The bloody witch is still alive with no sexual punishment. And for thousands of years, it will be a distant future to be reunited."
"I can't do that."
And Conrad laughs.
"What. Can't you even ask a beautiful woman for old age?"
Conrad waving "no" or something.
"I'm confident that I've spent the last eighty years building up good deeds. I'm going to heaven. Your disciples and companions will surely be in hell. You can't say hello to hell."
Anyway, my daughter is in heaven, so I didn't go on.
Nor did the bloody witch add any extra words.
"It must be," he laughed with his nose, continuing like this.
"Then go to heaven first and bring it with spider thread for me and my disciples. If I go to hell, I'll follow it to heaven."
"Then we'll understand."
Conrad grinned at his squeaky face.
When Iris Seymour burned that face to the retina, he turned his back on the great sage he once fought with.
This is the break up of my life. I won't see you again.
I thought so.
However, this is what the witch said she would turn around only once for the last time.
"Oh, yeah. A report came from my foolish apprentice who lent it to your disciple. I found your treasure. Confirmed your research results. I'm going to report it, and I'm going to make sure you don't die for another week. You think you can handle that?
"... well, did Al find that one"
Conrad said this at the end when he leaked with a bump.
"I can't promise, but until then, I'll manage to stay in this world"
Upon hearing the word, Iris left Conrad's mansion without uttering a word.
After that, the bloody witch would never visit this mansion again.
Al was troubled.
Should I tell my teacher the truth, or should I tell a lie?
Al's master was a gentle man, but also a stern one.
He was a person who hated injustice more than anything else and hated crooked things.
Previously, there was a case in which a disciple stole the research results of another disciple for merit.
The master broke the disciple and made him swear never to appear before himself again.
The disciple was full of talent and the future was aspired to. The ones around him also asked for just one mistake and managed to take it away, but the master did not have the ear to listen.
"Anything that profits from a single lie will make the same mistake again in the future"
And, for the rest of his life, he asked himself and others to discipline themselves.
"If you report a lie at the last minute to such a master, instead of an heir, you may be permanently reported broken, no, by the sorcery world..."
I can't help but come to that conclusion.
"Okay! I've made up my mind!
Let's be honest here.
I lost to my brother, Degart, but I got half the treasure. If you take this, maybe you'll give me half the estate.
I thought so and courageously tried to make my way to the master's house, but there was something that had grabbed Al's hand.
It's the little girl's hand.
It is Fiona, daughter of Kate the Wise.
Here's what she said about holding Al's hand.
"Mr. Al, are you sure that's all right?
and -.
"... neither good nor bad. My master's experiment ended up failing. It's my job as a disciple to tell you the last thing about it."
"But Mr. Conrad dreamed of making homunculus to the end, didn't he?
"To see your daughter."
"I'm not your daughter, but if I tell you that I'm the result of Mr. Conrad's research, I guess Mr. Conrad will safely travel to your daughter in heaven"
"Perhaps so..."
"Mr. Al is lost, isn't he? Lie or tell the truth. If you tell the truth, you may get half the estate, but you may regret it for the rest of your life."
"............... Mr. Fiona is smart even though she is a child"
"It's your father's acceptance. But I think I do, too. Hey, Mr. Al. This might be the last time you see Mr. Conrad smile, huh? Are you sure?"
When he hears the words, Al is often silent.
Indeed Fiona was right.
Wealth may one day have the opportunity to build its own.
But there's only one moment when a teacher dies. This is the only time we have.
Al was abandoned by his parents at an early age.
Born in Cold Village, Al was sold to parents in need of food support. And the place where it was taken was Conrad's mansion. While working there, Al prayed for his magic path.
I was not allowed to attend the magic school, but I studied at my master's private school and became a cheap magician.
There are a lot of such sorcerers around the master, and they didn't adore me special, al.
However, the master treated the children he took away, all equally and raised them all to a decent adult.
There are no criminals in the apprentice of the great sage Conrad.
That was the covert pride of the children raised by Conrad.
It also meant that Conrad was personable and loved by all his disciples.
I may have to lie to my master on behalf of those children.
That's what I thought. Al consolidated his resolve.
When Al turned to Kate, he declared:
"Mr. Kite, can I borrow your daughter?
Kate said without changing her expression.
Give it back, joke about it.
Al nodded forcefully, pulling Fiona's hand and heading towards Conrad's mansion.