Hakai no Miko

A stone, as much as the head of a thrown baby, pulverized the laboratory slab window, sounding a grand crushing noise.

The Ethereal Horse rushes to stop Jaharngil, who has just thrown that stone, from trying to throw more stones with a rough nose as well.

"Mr. Jahangill, wait a minute! Because you just have to break the window!

The Ethereal Horse hastily adds words, even though the tail of Jaharn Gill, who was swinging left and right in a mood, drips like a nod.

"I'd like to get some air through, so I'd also like the other window. - But you just break the window! And don't ever go near the cabin! Especially under the wind!

Gallum, who had heard the noise, speaks to the Ethereal Horse, who was walking off Jaharn Gill to the other side of the chemistry lab in footsteps with the scarecrow.

"What the hell is all this fuss about?

The Ethereal Horse says with his harsh eyes poured into the chemistry lab.

"Please don't let anyone come near you for a while. Just in case, I'll keep it that way until tomorrow."

Then I look back to Pipi, who has heard the noise along with Gallum.

"Mr. Pipi, I need to ask you a favor"

Give me your little neck and say, "What is it?" To Pipi, who asks, "says the Ethereal Horse.

"Can you get one little bird and keep it alive?

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The next day, the Ethereal Horse, who had obtained a bird cage containing the little bird that Pipi had caught, peered indoors through the entrance to the chemistry lab.

And then I snort small and smell the smell. Then I felt the smell remained faint. But the little bird in the birdcage in my hand, whimpers unchanged.

"Are you okay now...?

The terrified Ethereal Horse stepped indoors. It is the fragments of glassware scattered on the floor by Jahangil's stone-throwing that make a jarring noise under its pale horse's feet.

"What is this..."

Solon stepped into the chemistry lab following the Ethereal Horse and voiced surprise when he saw the apparatus rolling over the experimental bench.

Based on the knowledge of the Ethereal Horse, all metal appliances such as forceps (pinsets) made by Dwarf craftsmen were rusty. Until yesterday, it was in the same condition as if it had been abandoned for months only overnight.

That's not all. Looking out the window, the leaves of the plant, which had grown nearby, had withered white.

"What the hell happened...?

With Solon's stunned voice on his back, the Ethereal Horse gazes at the simple furnace that remained safely on the experimental bench and the glass bottle placed there. In the bottle, a tiny space above the dark liquid was stained yellow-green.

When I fan my hand over the mouth of that bottle and send the wind towards my face, a strong odor pokes my nose.

"This smell. I remember."

This odor drifting from the bottle was very similar to the odor I remember smelling in modern Japan with powerful bleaching detergents and sodium hypochlorite found in school laboratories.

"Probably got chlorine gas."

The anticipation of the pale horse was misguided.

Natural manganese dioxide is the identity of the secret drug of black powder used by the Dwarves in the decoloration of glass.

The reason the glass turns green in the first place is because of the trace amount of iron found in the sand, which is the material. It was this manganese dioxide that was used from ancient Rome to modern times to defeat the green caused by this iron.

And this manganese dioxide is also known to have been used by the Swedish chemist Scheele in the discovery of chlorine in 1774.

Oddly enough, the act of solon was the same method of producing chlorine with manganese dioxide and concentrated hydrochloric acid that the shale did.

"Well, because of this, my precious experimental equipment became like this..."

Solon, who has a forcep in his hand that has corroded because of chlorine, tells the Ethereal Horse with a stunned face.

"What should I do...?

Not knowing what Solon meant, the Ethereal Horse wrinkled between his eyebrows and asked, "What can I do?" Asked Oomu back. Then, Solon tells the Ethereal Horse to go up like a child wandering Christmas presents.

"Look, you can't experiment with this kind of thing. I hope you get it back to me soon. - What?"

The Ethereal Horse slowly looked indoors as he took his gaze off the Solon.

Window slabs smashed by stone throwing.

Fragments of glassware scattered on the floor.

Instruments etc. corroded by chlorine gas.

The Ethereal Horse looked back at Solon and smiled and showed him.

"Mr. Solon. Good luck with that."

Solon blinks his eyes.

"No. I want it back soon."

"Mr. Solon. Good luck with that."

The Ethereal Horse mouths the same words as earlier, as if to devour the butt of Solon's words.

"... kid. No way, I'm angry...?

To Solon, who asks terribly, the Ethereal Horse laughed and showed him "haha".

"But even though we're busy here, it's not like we're mad at people who keep having problems there, is it?

Before the smile of the Ethereal Horse, one glimmer of sweat flowed through Solon's forehead.

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"And ho ho..."

With that leak, Solon was peeling off the lacquer on the wall with the hella in his hand.

The laboratory wall is a brand new lacquer that has only recently been applied. But it also now emitted a chlorine odor, and no matter how much I wiped, I couldn't take the odor off. For this reason, it was necessary to repaint it again, and Solon was thus using Hera to peel the lacquer from the wall.

"Look, father-in-law. I'll help you, too, so let's get this over with."

It was Michena who was sweeping and collecting pieces of glass scattered on the floor with a broom in one hand. I found out my stepfather, Solon, was in trouble and came all the way out here to help.

Solon also knows his adopted daughter, Michena, is busy as CFO. If you're coming to help me until you push that, how much of a navel bend solon you have to work with.

"I get it! Cancer!

The burnt solon peeled off the lacquer with a rambling hand.

The lacquer, which was painted, is still soft. As a result, I stick to the hera that strips it off. Solon felt a strong chlorine odor as he washed his hella with a bucket of water to remove that lacquer.

"Well, what the...?

Solon follows the source of the smell as his nose cracks.

Then it is the bucket in front of you that has arrived. A bucket of water that had been used immediately to rinse off the lacquered hera from earlier was emitting a slightly stronger chlorine odor.

But this bucket of water has been drawn from a well outside. That can't smell like this. Then, the cause of this odor is the lacquer that is being washed off.

Solon stared at the lacquer on the hella.

Isn't this just the smell coming on?

Inside the solon, Mukumuku and curiosity gush.

It is the bad habit of the alchemist.

When I pinched some of the lacquer, I licked it with pepper.

……

A voiceless scream popped out of Solon's mouth.

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"... what the hell is this time?

Michena told me that Solon was dying and the Ethereal Horse, rushing back to the chemistry lab, shrugged with a flashing face.

Because of this, I was able to exchange solons and feel good about getting rid of my daily stress. Now if it was another thing to put down, the Ethereal Horse, who had come with the determination that he would not forgive me any more, blew that determination somewhere into the way Solon lay quietly on his back in a well-ventilated place outside the lab.

At any rate, when Solon's complexion is pale, he passes through pale and is earthy. The breath and the breath seemed to be constant.

Michena said she had vomited violently until earlier, let herbs smell what she said was sedative, and she was just finally calming down.

Like this solon, "I'll tie you up and leave you on the plain to feed the wolves alive!" Even Shemr, who had grabbed the rope and followed it, had stunned his eyes.

Solon answers the query of the Ethereal Horse, gasping.

"I don't know either. Once I licked the lacquer, the smell of chlorine spread all over my mouth..."

Solon unexpectedly misses whether his words revived his memory at that time. With Michena sidelined to tender its back, the Ethereal Horse saw a pile of lacquer cut from the wall.

If you get close and lean your nose, it does smell like chlorine.

In addition, from the bucket placed next to it, I could see water with a stronger chlorine odor than that and a chunk of white powder remaining at its bottom.

That makes me think of a nostalgic sight behind the brain of a pale horse.

"Summer pool......"

That was the sight of a pool used in a municipal facility or school class that was near my home in modern Japan. That white, round tablet that if kept in water, will gradually dissolve and disinfect. That was a reminder of a slight melt and collapse.

Michena says as she rubs Solon's back.

"Dear Soma. It smells terrible from the pot in the back."

To Michena's words, the Ethereal Horse jumped on the pot.

Sure, it has a strong chlorine odor, as I was told. Moreover, when I shrugged a small amount of the liquid in the kettle into the glass container and watered it down to the yang, it was slightly yellow.

"What is this pot of liquid?

When the Ethereal Horse asks, gazing at the liquid, Solon answers with a weak and cut voice.

"Oh, it's a pot of caustic soda."

Sparks scattered behind the brains of the Ethereal Horse on Solon's words.

chlorine gas that was full of room. And the solution of caustic soda that was in the kettle - i.e. aqueous sodium hydroxide.

The Ethereal Horse knew one chemical named after the combination of these two.

"No way, this is..."

The Ethereal Horse speaks suddenly of his own loss.

"This is sodium hypochlorite......?

Then look back in momentum and see the lacquered mountain.

"So, is that really the disinfectant in the pool?

The guess of the Ethereal Horse was centered.

The identity of the yellow liquid was sodium hydroxide and the sodium hypochlorite produced by the reaction of chlorine, and lacquering was commonly used for the disinfection of pools, commonly known as exposed powders, where the main ingredient, calcium hypochlorite, was able to absorb chlorine.

No way, the Ethereal Horse, who never thought such a thing would be seen on this otherworldly continent of Cerdeas, is often confused.

"Dear Soma. What is it, that zeaen what do you mean?

It was Michena who spoke to such a pale horse.

Sodium hypochlorite.

Ethereal horses correct Michena's mishearing before saying.

"Sterilization, disinfection, and other chemicals that can be used for bleaching."

"Bleach......?

At this time, Michena's way of eating into the words of the Ethereal Horse was rare for her to be a regular decoy. Solon said, "My righteous daughter. Let me drink my final liquor," he ignored, pleading pathetically, and listening to the words of the Ethereal Horse.

But the pale horse, distracted by the surprise that sodium hypochlorite and calcium hypochlorite were producing, moves his mouth blindly unaware of it.

"Yeah. If you dip a cloth or something that's incorrectly colored, it'll turn clean and bright white."

To the words of the Ethereal Horse, Michena was thinking of something with a difficult face.

Then he tells the Ethereal Horse that he will look like he's determined to do something.

"Dear Soma. May I have a little of that?