"Please wait. Have you finished eating, Mother? I thought you said you were going to prepare dinner for Alphonse when he came back."
"Yeah, I'm done eating. Instead, I need to ask you something about Alphonse, Ars."
"What, like an important story?
"I see. I think it's a huge problem for Alphonse."
"Okay. Well, then, shall I pay someone? Let's move the room."
Coming to Barca Castle, we asked Mr. Ars for a visit.
Apparently, Mr. Ars, who has just returned from Brilliant Magic Country, was working to do his accumulated work.
And I finally met him after it was separated.
My mom cut it out saying she had something important to talk about.
From this serious state of affairs, we move the room again by talking without people's eyes.
We moved to the small room behind the castle, where we resumed our conversation.
"So, what's the matter? You were talking about Alphonse, right? Maybe Alphonse was acting a little strange when he came back from the east, but is that something to do with it?
"You noticed. Exactly. This child was worried about his birth. When I came back, I heard it with a serious look, and I told the truth."
"Eh, did you say that? So you already know that Alphonse is my child?
"That's right. But that's not all. This child was worried about something else. It's about whether Alphonse was built for you."
"What do you mean it was built?
"That's not how you know your mother. Plumpy. But they don't have the technology to create the exact same body as people. I'm worried I might have used it."
Ars' brother and mother stood opposite each other at the desk.
I sat beside my mother and watched the story. [M]
If it's true, I should talk to her myself, but my mother keeps talking.
Looking at that reliable figure, I await your answer.
"Oh, that's it. It's technically possible, after all. Techniques that allow genes to create the same body already exist if magic can be applied. But don't tell anyone because it's confidential."
And Mr. Ars' answer was simple.
I can.
I'll just say that as a matter of course.
"Can you do that? So, did you really use that technology to build Alphonse?
"Hmm? Why would that happen? It's a different question of whether you can do it or not, right? Or are you saying that Alphonse is my clone?
"I don't know what a clone is, but I'm worried that Alphonse's body is exactly like yours."
"Why did you say that again, Alphonse? You mean for a reason, right?
That's what my brother Ars, who was talking to my mother, said, turning towards me.
So I took Norun out of my magic bag.
A magical sword that turned into a bright red sword by sucking on his blood.
Explain while placing it on the desk.
"A little while ago, this Magic Sword Norn let you suck on Ars' blood. And that's when Norn said. My brother and I have exactly the same blood."
"Yes? Is this sword talking?
"Ah, yeah, I don't have a mouth, but I'm sending my thoughts. I feel like I'm going to talk to you in my head."
"Wow, that means you have a decent personality. There's a strange sword in the world. May I touch it, Alphonse?"
Yeah, that's fine.
"Thank you... hmm, no. He doesn't seem to talk to me. Do you have any tricks?
"Uh, no, I don't think so. I was just talking to Norn on my own."
I see. Well, that's fine. Finally, he said something strange to Alphonse. Something about the same blood. "
"That's right. There used to be an alchemist. He tried to build the same body as himself to study eternal life. The artificial man at that time had exactly the same blood as himself, but so did me and brother Ars."
"Huh. Do you feel the smell of blood? I see. So, you're my imitation or something."
"Yeah, so I asked my mom to check it out, and she told me I was actually your brother's kid. What's the truth, Mr. Ars?
Now, ask Brother Ars again with just a sip and a spit.
My mother next to me and my father, who was still drunk, were staring at my brother Ars.
"Hmm, I don't know. There is no way to find out if your blood and I are together. So I can't deny that possibility. But I'm sure you were born out of Liliana's stomach. The fact that Liliana gave birth in pain makes it true that you are our son. That's terrible, Alphonse. Despite all the circumstances, I think you're doing a bad thing to your child."
"I'm Ars' child... It's Liliana's kid."
I see. But I'm in trouble..... "
"What's the problem, Ars? Is it Alphonse who's in trouble?
"No, that's right. But it's not a secret that I have a hidden child. I didn't expect Alphonse to know that so soon. Maybe it's a little bad."
"What's wrong, Mr. Ars?
"There may be a disturbance at home. If Alphonse finds out he's my kid, he'll come out of nowhere trying to use it. If that happens, it will certainly affect the Balkans on the ground.... I can't help it. Alphonse, you go east again. And don't come back to this country."
... eh?
Why would that happen?
When I was asked about my birth, I was in the grief of deportation.