I was born as a Son of Villain

I can't believe I can't fix my arm at the front of the Fortress Tower. It was a mistake for Fei, too.

As I asked, ordinary mercenaries can't afford to regenerate their limbs, but putting a regeneration expert wizard at the front of the fort doesn't suit them. I said I'd call the Wizard if I wanted to, but I quit.

I was on my way out anyway, and it was quicker to go in person than to bring in a wizard.

Pei crosses the border and heads to Marianne. You have to go through the checkpoint to get from Tezin to Marian. Once escorted at the time of Deraran's independence, Marianne sets up a fortress, gripping the elements with her teeth.

So the road from Marianne to Tezin and Dearan was almost blocked.

“Identification.”

“There is no such thing. ”

“Then give me the money. ”

“Here.”

Check your ID if you want, or pay for it with money.

A fortress is built to stop an army, not to stop people. If it's not an exhibition, you can just pay for it. When the entrance is blocked, what if there is a warning that a villain has appeared?

It was definitely easy to move from Marianne.

Compared to the mountainous Tezin called the Mountain Country, it is easy for any country to move.

Fei rode a regular wagon. The destination is a metropolis called Merch. I heard you can regenerate lost limbs over there.

Fei, who was sleeping, opened his eyes. My left arm is sore and I can't sleep. It's been like this almost every day since the arm was cut off. Free performances and magic can be erased, but they must not be erased.

Especially when the memory comes back when the left arm flies away. It's like cutting flesh with a knife. You couldn't even feel the arm fly off.

“How far is Mercy? ”

“Tomorrow night, I'll go and change my words, and then I'll do it for two days. I'll be there in three days. ”

The horseman who stopped speaking earlier replied.

“Going to Merch, to fix that arm? ”

“Yes, it is. ”

Pei raises his body as he straightens his frown. The only wagon in the wagon was Faye. I didn't mean to rent it to anyone, but it turned out to be nothing. Thanks to you, I was able to take a chair and take a nap.

“They say it costs money to make an arm or leg grow. Do customers have a lot of money? ”

“I have about an arm and a month. ”

“Oh, dear. I can't even imagine. How do amputated limbs grow? They're not lizards.”

It didn't end there. The wagon spoke nonsense.

“I wish I could grow a cow leg, not a human arm. Cut, eat and repeat, and the food problem will be solved, right? Why, him. Magic can be used by anyone with psychic abilities. ”

The horse seemed to be thinking about the plan quite plainly.

Fei imagined that. Cut the cow's legs, then eat, grow, eat, grow and repeat. If it is not the legs, but the back or stomach, there is a lot to eat and it is easy to regenerate. It's not impossible.

If a wizard with that skill is sticking to a cow and using regeneration magic, it is not a very realistic plan because it is a waste of manpower.

“I think it's going to be okay. ”

Fei knew that and kept up with the horseman. I didn't want to be bothered by the person responsible for a comfortable trip.

“If I were a king or a nobleman, I would make no one so hungry. I was born a celestial horseman. ”

“I hope to be born a royal aristocrat in my next life. ”

“Of course! Of course! ”

Born as a royal heirloom, Pei wished for such inefficient magic to be born into an efficient world, because the plan would go away.

* * *

The wagon rattles and stops outside the walls of Merch. Next to the gate, there was a place for the wagon and a stable.

“Well done.”

“Well done.”

Pei broke up with the horseman who had an epic ambition to make endless food with the cows and wizards and entered Merch. I used the money again for tolls. You can register as a mercenary, but sometimes mercenaries are forced into the city during an emergency, and entry records remain.

I know that there are records that have been entered but there are no records that have been left or there are records that have been left but there are no records that have been entered, but they are still records that are not properly managed.

It bothers me that I can use it to make use of it.

Merch was a big city with a big tower. The reason the tower is built and raised in Merch is simple. It's close to the border, Tezin, and even the front-line fortress. The tower built to handle quality materials supplied from the front-line fortress overlaps with geographical factors and the city grows larger.

Fei has found the tower. A tall tower that symbolizes the skill of a horse tower is clearly noticeable compared to buildings with only three stories of four.

“What brings you here? ”

“I want to make an arm. ”

Fei enters the steeple, shaking his left shoulder and emphasizing his thin left sleeve to the wizard asking for errands.

“Do you want to be cultured? Do you want to grow?”

When Faye showed me his left arm. Everyone who was a beginner gave a sympathetic or reluctant look. But the wizard asked without changing his face. It looked very familiar.

“Growth.”

“Don't you need an explanation? ”

The wizard smiles at Fei, who speaks without thinking. Fei nods.

“Growth needs less rehabilitation than slowing down. Culture needs rehabilitation, not speed. Are you sure you want to grow? ”

Even though the wizard didn't need an explanation, he asked again. Fei's answer was the same.

“Growth model, please. ”

“Very well. Please wait a moment. ”

Wherever the wizard went, he reappeared and showed Fei to his room. There was an old wizard waiting in the room.

“Is that the Monk?”

“No, I'm not.”

“That's odd. Growing up is only a matter of time if you're not a master monk. ”

Yes. Culture is an easy and quick process to connect an alchemically cultivated arm to a nerve. Growth is what makes you grow slowly like a lizard. Culture type is much faster and easier, except that rehabilitation treatment is needed.

People who are not monogamous prefer culture types. And Fei is the Monkey King.

“I was reluctant to stick something made of alchemy on my arm. ”

“Your young friend is old-fashioned. No side effects at all. Show me your shoulder."

Fei peels off his veil, and the old man looks a little surprised. Fei's body was a firm muscle without any military muscle.

“Isn't he really the Monk? ”

“I'm a wanderer. I have a lot to do. ”

“Show me your shoulders. ”

The old wizard did not ask any more questions. My arm was cut off and I came to attach it to it. It means you have a lot of money and you roll rough. I dug deep. There was nothing good.

“Do you know how to deal with souls? ”

“I'm a fairy.”

There's nothing to hide. Faye is now the Spirit of Pesam.

“A muscular spirit. You must be doing something terrible. You know how to handle a soul, right? ”

“Yes.”

“Show me your soul. Just a little bit. ”

Faye controls her soul. It was a soul that Feira had since the birth of man, not a soul, but a spirit that was built by spiritual law.

The old wizard uses magic toward a soul that blooms very small at his fingertips.

“I got the body's memories from the soul. From now on, I'm going to use regeneration magic. ”

The old wizard put his hand on Fei's shoulder and used magic. I can't feel my shoulders.

“Anesthesia.”

And the old wizard cut through the wound with a blade of wind.

“And this is playback. ”

In the cross-section, a lump of flesh is formed. It wasn't blood or blood vessels, it was just flesh. The flesh lingers on Fei's left shoulder.

“I will gradually shape the flesh based on the memories of other bodies in the soul. It'll take two months to regenerate. I have to come back for another procedure every three days. If you quit, that's it. Don't grow up. Get out. ”

The old wizard gives a toast with a weary face. Fei nodded his head and left the room.

“How did it go? ”

“That's enough.”

Pai paid the fare and left the tower. I can feel the flesh twitching in my left arm as the anesthesia subsides. An essence of Alchemy that contains information obtained from Fey's soul, even if it appears to be a mere flesh. According to the information of the soul, the flesh becomes bone, blood becomes blood, and blood vessels.

Fei felt the tingling sensation of a moving lump of flesh and moved to find a place to stay. I was glad to be dressed. If I was naked, it wouldn't be a pretty sight.

Two months. Rest is enough.

* * *

“What happened to the Mount of Magic? Isn't it time for visible results? ”

“We've been disconnected. ”

“Lost contact? ”

The man bows his head in a sharp answer.

“The day we lost contact, I think there was something. ”

“Is that your answer? ”

The man lowers his head deeper to a cold answer. The plan to use 10 seeds at once failed. Failed experiments are better. You can get the data that says "fail." I couldn't find anything this time.

Ten seeds have evaporated. It was a pure loss.

The man glances at you. Others were taunting themselves. The man bites his teeth unseen. Some of the small ones have failed before. And they were no different from themselves.

“I was a Spirit of Fire. ”

The smile disappears from one of the mockers' faces. The man's mouth twists as he lowers his head.

The man remembered that a sample he had observed about two years ago was killed by a Spirit of Fire. Unlike the seeds that were sown with barnacles, it was a plate that was designed and prepared for observation from the beginning. When it was broken, a cold reprimand flew out.

“The Spirit of Fire. I think I heard something similar. ”

The owner of this position said. Everyone shuts up as the air freezes cold.

The silence subsided for a while. It was the same person who opened his mouth again in the cold.

“What's going on with the oxidation? ”

“We have succeeded in making from one seed to 200. ”

“Increase to 1000 in three years. ”

“I understand.”

The last thing he looked at was a man. A man who lost his seed while observing a subject with a pretty good probability in Sugelmayne.

“It's a coincidence once, but not twice. Kill the Spirit. ”

“I understand!”

The man answered vigorously.

After the meeting, everyone scattered. The nominated man was also on his way home. The man barks at his men.

“Investigate that spirit! And bring that neck to me! ”

An assassination party was attached to the animist Pesam.

* * *

Fei moves his left arm. The slow-growing flesh made his forearms and wrists, leaving only his hands. According to the old wizard, hands are a complex institution, so it will take some time.

It's also a time to care about other people's gazes. Sometimes it's disgusting to see a 24-hour stretch of flesh after the treatment is over.

After finishing the treatment as usual, Fei returned to the inn feeling alive and flew forward. I put a big block in the place where Faye was.

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