- The next day.
Totally tired in a fuzzy bed, me and Lukersch went down to the living room to wake up in the morning to see how the rats were doing. Then in front of the case there is the client - Diona, and she smiles "Good morning" when she sees me.
"Good morning. Rat, do you look okay?
"Yes, she looks fine"
I breathed ho into Diona's words. So far, the fact that a rat who drank the prototype is healthy will be fine after deciding that there is no immediate toxicity.
Lukersch and I, lined up next to Diona, peered into the case. There was nothing particularly unusual about the rat, and he was busy getting hairy.
"In the meantime, it doesn't seem to work like poison"
Lukersch, Diona and I nod face-to-face. A little, but moved on, something like that.
Off sight of the case, he stares at the container containing the prototype he made yesterday. And I groaned softly.
"When it comes to the next thing you need to think about -"
"I wonder if there will be an effect on the human body and on beings with magical powers."
- I'm used to hearing, but I'm not supposed to be here. I solidify for a few moments, and then I look back in a hurry. There was Arnold sitting on the couch.
"Mr. Arnold! Why are you here?
Arnold's point of view remains firmly anchored in the case, although he asked surprisingly.
It wasn't Arnold who answered my confusing question, it was Diona standing next to me.
"I called you. I thought you should be present."
Diona is right. It would be better to have Elvira's brother, a brilliant conditioner, and Arnold, a sorcerer, present. Seems to be busiest. I hesitated to speak up, but when and in what language did Diona invite Arnold?
I thought about it for a moment, but I don't have time to think about it, shakes off my doubts. And I immediately asked Arnold, "What do you think? asked."
"I want to see how it affects the human body..."
Arnold clouds his verbal butt.
I knew what he was going to say and how he felt. The big question of who to get to drink this prototype with a big anxiety element stands in front of us.
To whom the hell do you prescribe this prototype?
I can't find the answer and I shut up. It was - Lukersch - who broke the fallen silence.
"I think I'd like a drink. I can help you."
To childhood tame words I bah face up.
Quicker than I opened my mouth, Arnold's calm voice blocked.
"I guess Lord Lukersch is the source of that power, isn't it natural that it has no influence? Doesn't make sense."
"Then wouldn't it be best to drink from me with close power? Getting used to it gradually..."
It seemed like a good idea to try from someone with the power as close as possible to the power of the brave. However,
"But if anything happens to Mr. Diona, he won't be able to use his powers in the next experiment."
Yes, I have a problem with what happens to Diona. That's the same for Lukersch, and I can't agree with the prescription for the prototype to him.
This person can't, this person should be avoided - and I can't conclude for long if he says so. I thought I'd run for it, but Lukersch just pissed me off yesterday, and the memory of "Last Brave" could become important in confronting the Demon King.
If this glue condition continues most of all, I am prepared to make my name for myself - but I want to hold my head to the silence that has completely fallen. It is not good for this heavy silence to continue, I asked Diona to change the subject.
"I'm talking about in the first place, how does Mr. Diona use his powers in his next experiment?
Assuming the prototype is complete, the timing of its use must also be assumed. Do you use it at the same time as the experiment, before or after?
Diona answered me slowly as she slightly rounded her eyes to the sudden question.
"I will draw a magic formation of light that remains inherited that the Demon King hated, and I will ask Mr. Elvira to enter into it. And the ideal result is that the demon king, who inspires with my power from the outside and can no longer withstand the power of light, goes outside to escape -"
"If so, then Elvira can also drink this prototype with me and stimulate it both from the outside and from the inside... that would be best, wouldn't it?"
Diona nods forcefully.
"Then it turns out, the big premise is that it doesn't adversely affect Elvira's body..."
"It's just that my sister has a demon king in her body. Even if Elvira's body doesn't react to rejection, there's a chance that the Demon King will reject the power of Lord Lukersch and run wild."
Be thrilled by Arnold's words sandwiched from side to side.
I turned to him and asked.
"But until now... Spirit drinking water is grown up when you drink it, right?
"I'm afraid you don't know why I'm making it up to you. I'm just sleeping and accumulating strength, can I leave at any time if I want to, or still a situation where I can't leave even if I want to because of my loss of power... is it in a form close to sealing?"
There's a demon king sleeping inside Elvira. That's all the information we know, and I'm afraid I have no idea what else.
Arnold continues his words.
"In the latter case, even if we can exorcise the Demon King in Elvira, there is also the question of where will the Demon King disappear? I wish they would just disappear as they are, in case they involve Elvira -..."
Was it horrible to say more than that, Arnold mumbled.
I take the prototype and stare again. It's liquid that knocks down demons with a few drops. You can already expect it as a force against the demon king that came out of Elvira's body.
In the first place, it is a prototype made in the pursuit of the item "Holy Water”, which attacks demons. The original purpose has been achieved in no small measure. But - we may be able to reach a higher goal. I want to do what I can. I don't want to regret it.
But the more I think about it, the more I think about this power - the power of the brave is an extra power in the hands of men. Resurrecting in the back of the brain is a demon that disappeared into the flash of light in front of him. The life I took. In the unlikely event that that power is directed at humans...
"Uh... no, you can't move if you think about it."
My judgment could change the end of the world. That's terrible.
(I think I just figured out how the people of Lustu feel)
I can see now that their judgment, which forbade aggressive treatment while knowing who the autologous disease was, and awaited the resurrection of the Demon King, was not the result of abandoning their thoughts, but rather the conclusion of thinking to their thoughts. If I had been in their same position, I might have chosen that path.
Everybody, shut your mouth so you can think about it. I put the container with the prototype in my hand on my desk once, and sighed small.
- It was that moment. I wondered if Arnold had approached me early enough, faster than stationary - I didn't have time to stop him too suddenly - I took the container and kept my mouth on the container and smeared the contents.
"-... Huh?"
Whose was the confused voice that rocked the tympanic membrane fulfilled?
Shiatsu, and hardened air. I can't swallow for a while about what Arnold did - and I finally chew it when I drank the prototype.
View the contents of the container. It was empty.
"A, Mr. Arnold! What are they doing!?
I ran over unexpectedly and peered into my face. There is no change in complexion.
"It's nothing."
I feel a burning rage pushing from the bottom of my belly at Arnold, who said so in his usual tone, opening his mouth to leave the momentum intact.
"Unbelievable! I can't believe I drank all at once! If anything happens, how do I explain it to Elvira!
If you ask, Arnold even looks strange and answers.
"That's what I did on my own. There's nothing that makes you sick."
"That's not what I'm talking about!
Arnold seemed to wonder that I was angry instead of regretting his actions. I also took a step to recruit him, but I reckon I have something to do faster than that.
Nothing has changed now, but maybe some sort of anomaly will strike him in the future. We need to formulate some restorative medication for when that happens.
"And anyway, healing pills..."
"Let's see how it goes for a while. Please take a seat, Mr. Arnold."
At Diona's sober and precise discretion, Arnolt sat down on the couch in the living room.
Arnold calls on me to borrow the conditioner and start conditioning quickly.
"There won't be time. With Elvira's blood, I thought it would be best for me to drink it with magic. That's all."
Arnold's words do make sense.
The effect on the human body, the effect on those with magic, both can be tested at once, and Elvira's blood ties make it perhaps the best tester at this stage. But that's why it's never okay to go without being arbitrary and unprepared for anything.
Arnold is only rational. But that made me unnecessarily irritated.
The hands that combine tremble. I got a lot of throat stuck in Elvira's crying face floating in the back of my brain.
"Please rest anyway!
If I told him so, Arnold seemed to nod himself to the couch. Near there, Lukersch is watching him carefully.
"I'll get some water."
That's what Diona left out of the back door early enough.
See Arnold sitting on the couch. He's sitting fine now, but the next moment, that body could be broken from the inside out.
If I take my brother from Elvira - I can't wait to be horrified.
Take more time than usual to finally complete your healing pills. Take a few deep breaths to calm down your feelings, then walk over to the vicinity of Arnold with it.
"Elvira would be sad if something happened to Mr. Arnold. Even if your illness is cured, you will never be happy if you sacrifice it."
For my brother, and I desperately make a recovery pill, I remember a healthy figure who chose a gift. I want her to be happy. It must never happen to lose a dear brother, of course, to treat autopsy for that.
Once Elvira's name was given, Arnold let his eyes swim in plain sight.
Arnold will probably feel better about himself than the others. But I am not proud to look down on others, but I think that I am better than others, so I deserve to work for them. Therefore, I do not omit myself. This has always been the case. I always seem to be busy, never showing my tired face, and not zero dissatisfaction.
That attitude would be preferable from someone else's point of view. But if you take it from Elvira - and from me, it's awkward, absurd and irresistible.
"Please, take more care of yourself"
Words from my mouth contained a surprisingly pleading sound myself.