Snow Witch, Anastasia's Hall was literally snow-wrapped.
Winter, of course, does not melt the snow in the Anastasia Hall even in the season when spring comes and fresh greenery sprouts.
Even if the bugs start to bug in the summer, the ice in the hall will never melt.
The hall was frozen as if it had forgotten the season.
There is a group of men and women in such a hall.
One is Anastasia, a witch with frozen eyes.
Lord of this hall.
Silver hair in ice blue eyes, the figure reminded me of an ice sculpture, but her heart was beating. Whenever air fills the lungs with evidence of that, the chest is up and down.
Meanwhile, the man beside him was full of life.
She has a good complexion and good skin tone.
Instead, he had an extra obese body, which was opposite to Anastasia, including its body and modus operandi.
If you were to judge him in a nutshell, the word "object," would be perfect.
In fact he anastasized the statement as if it proved to be a forgery.
across the table to the witch across the street, the man said.
"Snow Witch, I'm sure you'll really live up to your promise"
The words were full of impatience.
I couldn't help but laugh at Anastasia, and I would even spare time to talk to such an object, but I dared to open my mouth.
"Do you think my concubine will renege on her promise to you?
It was a word that caught cold like the wind of the Far North.
The man in front of me flinches unexpectedly.
"No way, I don't imitate the power of a snow witch in doubt"
But the man goes on.
"But isn't secrecy too much to say that you grabbed the information on Homunculus, but you won't tell us anything about it to our Imperial Army Intelligence? Doesn't this sound like you don't trust us?"
"I don't trust you guys or anything."
And Anastasia thought, but she didn't say it.
I had nothing to fear about the man in front of me, Lieutenant General Kanich of Imperial Intelligence.
No, not just Lieutenant General. Not even the Imperial Army was afraid.
It's just that Anastasia pretends to be cooperating with the Imperial Army in order to fulfill her personal aspirations and accomplish the ultimate purpose of a wise man.
I didn't feel any hesitation in trumpeting such trinkets as long as I reached my purpose.
- However, we are still ahead of us in trumpeting this man.
It's still early.
There were still no trump cards in Anastasia's hands.
It is only after we have in our hands a comparable presence to the stone of a wise man named Homncrus that we should return our palms.
I should still have let it pass through now.
Whatever fool has power at the heart of the Imperial Army helps.
With that in mind, Anastasia opened her mouth.
"It is also for the imperial army, no, His Majesty the Emperor, for one thing, that we keep the location of Homunculus secret. Homunculus does exist, but if its existence is exposed to the world, let us not only see the Imperial Army, but also the Episcopal Church and other leading magicians. Then it will be a bloody battle, not a place to capture and protect."
Homunculus makes no sense if you don't capture him alive, Anastasia insisted in the lady's tone.
"Exactly, but there is also information that the bouncing empress of our country has joined the battle for Homunculus."
Does a bouncing empress mean a woman who was beside a wise man like that kite?
It is hilarious to fear one princess with dozens of military men of the Great Empire, but Anastasia also guessed why Kanich feared the princess.
Kanich was an imperial soldier, but at the same time a powerful backing for a certain royal family.
The emperor will like the martial arts, - that is, you want to unravel the secrets of the creation of Homunculus and make your sheltering royal family stand up.
If that royal family is raised and becomes the next emperor, it can remain as it thinks of the power of the empire.
I suppose there is something that leads to supreme joy for an object such as the one in front of you.
Understandable, but not empathetic.
That's why Anastasia can work with such small objects, and I don't remember any conscience bragging to use them.
Anastasia tells him to whisper.
"Rest assured, my lord. In less than half a month, let's unravel the secrets of Homunculus and show His Majesty the Emperor the secret of eternal life."
"Is that true?
"Shall I write anything in a pledge?
Anastasia laughs thinly.
Such things have no effect whatsoever, and it is a word after finding out that if such things are out-of-the-box, it is Kanich who will be in trouble.
In fact, König looked like he had chewed up a bitter bug.
If Könich was a beautiful man, he would often have appreciated that bitter expression, but unfortunately he was an ordinary looking man who could not stand the aesthetic eye of Anastasia.
You could have kept the conversation going, but that would be unhappy for both sides.
Anastasia told Kanich to return to the Empire.
"This is the Great Sage's Hall, and if you say so, we, the outsiders, have no choice but to leave. - But never forget. No matter how big a wise man you are, there is nothing you can do in front of the force of the Empire."
"My advice, it hurts."
When Anastasia replied that way, Kanich returned the blemishes and went out of the room.
That and the alien things that come in to be replaced...
The man, wearing an ugly mask and a black robe, asked Anastasia.
"Dear Anastasia, do you really give a man like that the 'Law of Creation of Life'?
That is what he has asked, a faithful servant.
Anastasia said like other personnel when she put wine on the table on her mouth.
"Well, that's not bad either."
…………
A silent servant. It must have been an unexpected word.
But it was the heart of Anastasia.
"But isn't that a lot? Anastasia has been researching for hundreds of years, passing the results on to a man like that who is a monster in a monster."
"I've been doing research for hundreds of years, so I'm glad to hear that. Roland -"
Anastasia went on like this when she called the name of her faithful servant.
"About 300 years ago, the concubine (I) acquired an immortal body in an unwanted way. Whether they scatter their limbs or burn them in the Fire, their concubines cannot die."
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Roland is silent.
Because I know how Anastasia got her immortal body.
Anastasia was turned into an experimental platform for the magic of her real father, a life form that was not human.
Anastasian bodies have become like the middle of man and homunculus, and to this day they have lived without age, without decay.
Immortal body...
It's easy to say, but in fact, what you get about that body tastes the bitterness of blame like hell.
Three hundred years ago, that night, since her real father gave her heart through and sacrificed her, Anastasia has experienced every night the pain of being needled all over her body.
Every time I breathed, I was suffering like burning my lungs to a burning flame.
How many times have you wanted to die, how many times have you wanted to erase this body?
But no matter how much you chop up your own body, you can't die.
Even if you jump into the lava, you can't erase yourself.
Anastasia's body has come to not die to that extent.
Regardless, many times I tried to get out of this living hell.
Encouraged him to study so much that he became known by the public as a wise man, and excelled in witchcraft.
For the last 300 years, I've just encouraged research.
He also became a great sage with only six people in this world.
But even in such a presence, Anastasia could not return to 'man'.
The conclusion we reached over the course of 300 years was' nothing more can be done '.
That would be the same even if you got a 'real' homunculus.
Anastasia's body is screaming that her mind can't do anything anymore.
"Then why am I bound to that girl, Homunculus named Fiona?
My self speaks.
Even if you get a real homunculus and do experiments based on it, your body won't go back to where it came from.
You can't beat with your heart, breathe normally, laugh normally, and die normally, like you did 300 years ago.
How can I still be thankful when that is the default future?
Is it betting on the possibility that this frozen heart is still only marginal?
Anastasia puts her hand on her chest.
No matter, I can't hear my heart beating from there.
Because my real father crept me out.
From where my heart was, the sound of a vain wind just blew through.
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Anastasia often leaked bumps as she pressed her chest from the top of her clothes.
That's a word I never thought I'd say.
The servant I was listening to, of course, may be most surprised by the person who issued it.
It was such a word.
"My concubine's father crooked out his daughter's heart to fulfill her dreams.
From now on, it is the work of the animals, but for the concubine (me) at the time, the father's actions were just.
I was so glad I could help my father. "
But Anastasia goes on.
"After 300 years of living, the memory of my father, whom I loved, is also lost.
The gentle father's face creeps up somewhere, too.
Was the Father's ideal right or the concubine's (my) actions wrong?
Some nights you ask. "
Anastasia closed this way when she leaked it like that.
Maybe I want to see a concubine.
Will love arise between the daughter of Homunculus and the father of man?
If love arises between the two tribes, so does the life of a concubine. "
Anastasia puts up words there.
Because I got the bell I left in my room.
The bell was meticulously crafted to ring when an intruder entered Anastasian territory.
Hearing that light sound, Anastasia thought.
What life will father and daughter come to this hall tonight?
I wonder what the end will be.
It was Anastasia who was losing interest in all things, but I just wanted to see how they ended up.
That was the false mood of the Snow Witch.