Al and Fiona head to Conrad's mansion. I'm going with you as a companion.
There were many people in the mansion.
All the people I don't know, but it seemed like all the good guys.
People determine the value of their lives until then at the moment of death, but I'm sure a person named Conrad was a good person because so many people are spared and mourned by so many.
How many human beings will come to me and my master during the imminent death of Illis?
I hope you can at least come just my daughter.
Looking down at my daughter's golden head with that in mind,
"Thank you for waiting"
And here comes the magician Fu man.
They waited for about a few hours because they were unconscious of Conrad.
His consciousness was cloudy and he said he was spending most of the day in his dreams.
There is no longer a long way to go.
No one would say it, but it was obvious from anyone's eyes.
We walked indoors in a quiet foothold.
Conrad's bedroom was a qualitative one.
It didn't look like a bedroom for anything with the title of Great Sage. Compared to this room, my teacher, the bedroom of Illis, looks like a bad taste through luxury.
It was true that one could tell from the room.
With that feeling in mind, Al gently rushed over to Conrad.
When Al holds his hand like a dead tree of his master,
"I'm back, Al, the greatest disciple of the Great Mage, Conrad."
And I said to her temperament.
Conrad opened his thinly closed eyes and said as he looked at the ceiling.
"Is that voice Al? Still not busy."
"Solid, humble, full of energy, because hard work guts are the motto of the eagle"
Al who deliberately behaves brightly.
Arul then heard the teacher's condition and began with an explanation of his recent situation.
It was a few minutes detour, but I guess that was the time needed for Al.
"That's why Al manages to do it," Al concluded, changing the story, but went on.
"... Um, it's about my master's successor."
When he hears the words, Conrad opens his mouth for the first time.
"Don't worry about that. The successor of the eagle has decided to be the best disciple of the eagle. The will is deposited with Lord Iris Seymour. It'll be out in a few days."
"... does that mean that the master dies within a few days?
"Don't be."
"No, sir."
"No, nothing. Heavenly Fate. The eagle lived long enough."
"But the master has done it before, hasn't he? You want to create a homunculus and reunite with your daughter, don't you?
When he hears the words, Conrad laughs slightly.
"Right. That's what I used to dream about. But that's impossible. For the last fifty years, I've been working on Homncrus research with all my heart, to see my daughter again. The only way to do this is to create a new life. That's what I've been thinking"
…………
"But even if I created a new life and made homunculus out of my daughter's hair, it's not my daughter. A new person. I'm only a person with a completely different personality. It took decades to realize that."
"So the experiment the master was doing, was it in vain? Didn't it make sense?
"There are no wasted experiments in this world. It took me decades to find out that I would never see my daughter again. It took a little while, but it would cry the name of the Great Sage to die without even understanding it"
But go on.
"The failure to succeed in the creation of Homunculus is both regrettable and sad as a wise man. I couldn't do it, but I hope someone of my disciples takes over and achieves that feat -"
Conrad takes his word for it there. Al blocked it.
"Master, I can't see your daughter anymore, but my master's experiment was successful, what would you do?
"Was my experiment a success?
"Yeah, my master's last experiment was a success. Homunculus was born in the lab of his master in that labyrinth."
"Well, do you... If that's true, there's no longer anything to remember."
"You don't believe that word. It's true. Master has succeeded in creating Homunculus."
When Al says so, he gently holds Conrad's upper body and causes Fiona to be captured by sight.
Pointing to Fiona, he affirmed, "This is the homunculus created by that adorable girl of a master".
Fiona, with her fingers clasped, was a little confused at first, but immediately gave a grim look and walked out in front of Conrad.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, I, Fiona. … it's a homunculus made by Mr. Conrad"
Is it because Fiona doesn't like to lie a little frightened?
I'm just still desperate to play homunculus. - Without even knowing I'm really a homunculus.
"I am Homunculus. I don't have any proof, but I'm a homunculus."
When Fiona said it so seriously, Conrad's expression also became more serious.
As usual, his gaze is uncertain, but Conrad said in a firm tone.
"Beautiful voice. Young lady. Are you saying your daughter is a homeunculus made by me?
"Yes."
"Well, why don't you let me touch it, if you like?
"Huh?"
"Actually, I'm totally blind anymore. Magic is also weakened. I don't know what your daughter is until I touch her right away."
"Okay."
With that said, Fiona stepped forward and collapsed next to Conrad.
Conrad touched her head as she found Fiona by hand, remaining from an uncertain point of view.
"Oh, soft. Warm to that. It's like people themselves. Are you the creature you created?"
"Yes."
"Well, was my experiment the last success? I could not revive my daughter, but could I produce a girl who looked the same as my daughter"
"Yes, it is, Master, Master's created homunculus looks just like your daughter"
Al says.
"You must have beautiful blonde hair like my daughter"
"That's right. Mr. Fiona has beautiful blonde hair as if it were gold. It has the golden color that the Alchemist's daughter deserves."
"Right, I can't see it with these eyes, but I guess it's golden as beautiful as the sun"
With that said, Conrad grinned, laughing.
Fiona and Al then often talk about it.
After a few hours of talking about no other love, Conrad softly fell asleep.
Then, for three days, I never woke up, but when I woke up only once for the last time, I uttered my beloved daughter's name.
And Conrad, the archdeacon, is dead.
I was a junior. It was a death watched over by many disciples and spared by many.