Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

Two teachers, walking through the town at night.

Heading there is the teacher's workshop. It is also called Atelier and Negura.

Philia and Erin, who should definitely follow us, are leaving messages at the inn.

I don't know, but it seems Erin is intervening because Philia complained of abdominal pain.

Erin says it's "one of the factors of emotional instability," but I don't go into depth because I felt like I shouldn't be involved with too many guys.

than that. It is now this lower body.

"... I'm afraid the other way around they won't say anything"

When I left the dungeon, I started to have this fantastic experience of walking with my lower body on my shoulders.

Terribly, it's already different from a small number of passers-by.

Nobody tries to keep an eye on us because we look like a completely "couple who committed a falling apart murder in love".

"I'm carrying my people's bodies to their families, I hope they give me a kind, targeted interpretation."

"Never mind. Your strength is known throughout town. [M] There's no one to talk to."

I wonder what it is, that power is the thought of justice.

If I were a criminal, I'd be stunned at what I'd do about policing.

There's something about different worlds that I don't know what I'm thinking after all.

"Right here."

and.

As I was putting my thoughts on the culture gap, the teacher stopped.

Fingers wrapped in metal gauntlets, pointing to a single atelier.

... The overall impression was that it even felt fancy.

The roof is made of pink centered colors and the color of the walls is light yellow.

Pastel-colored flowers grow well in the flower beds lined up in the garden.

"... uh, here..."

"It's my house"

Gachari, and the brown-haired knight walks out.

A tank rep with a neutral aesthetic and showing an ambitious battle for a man face loser lives in a house like this beautiful girl alchemist?

That sounds reasonably Lili's name, and Lili's Atelier usually seems to be in the game or something......

"Don't laugh. I'm aware you don't look good."

The teacher laughed a lot smaller and opened the door.

I'm invited to do a little with my back hand. You mean come.

I just interrupted my rush into the atelier for the real reason that I wanted to do something about this meat chunk.

"... well, maybe it's a mess, but leave me alone."

Don't be kind of lighted, the lady knight laughs.

Situationally, it's the one that interrupts a single woman's room...

That's supposed to be...

"What the hell. No flair, no shit."

Fill one side of the room, a pile of flasks and beakers.

Inside it is packed with cloudy liquid and parts of the human body, making a dubious noise with copocopos.

... Some containers seem to be packed with fetus-like things, but should I arrest my teacher on this occasion?

"You don't have to worry about that because it's homunculus. It's not case-sensitive."

"What was the ingredient?"

It's human semen.

I thought you were a murderer, but if you're not using eggs, are you safe because you're not fertilized eggs?

What do you say?

The teacher said in a cool voice that he was experiencing intense and ethical shaking.

"The ingredients are regularly bottled and sent by my father and brother. Look, it won't be case-friendly."

"Oh, isn't that a big case at that point..."

I think I'll catch him already, and when I put my hand on the sheath, the teacher pulled out two legs of the chair.

It seemed to me to say sit down.

"There's a good reason. If you ask me, I think you'll cooperate."

"... Hmm"

I sit back, sending a vigilant gaze.

"Could you be doing research to help people?

"No, to be immortal."

Oh, I'll arrest you, and I'll lift my hips.

The teacher urges me to "calm down" and reluctantly re-sit.

"Anyway, ask me what's going on. We'll talk about it later."

……

The teacher narrows his brown eyes and smiles dry.

"Our family is dying early anyway. My mother died of a tumor in her right breast when she was thirty-two years old. It spreads like a crab leg. My sister died last year. I still have the same disease, I'm twenty-eight years old. My grandmother died from having it in her lower abdomen. I wonder if she was thirty-seven years old. My clan dying early for generations."

"... is it the cancer family?"

"Don't be."

Fortunately, my father is an alchemist, so the teacher fingered the beaker with the foetus.

Conn, and the sound of the nails hitting the glass rang.

"My father and brother are doing this dangerous research to help me. I'm going to be 21 this year. My breasts swelled even though I didn't need them. There must be a tumor coming from here right now."

Help - there was me to appease that word, but at the same time I can remember the emptiness.

Magic can't cure a tumor, and I know you approach it from alchemy......

How far are you doing the right research?

This world has overtechnology by the way, but still the basic level of civilization is at the late Middle Ages level.

Medical standards are similar.

My medical knowledge comes from Dr. Mogri's comic books that I kept in school, but I still can't help but ask.

"... what do the teachers' fathers think is causing the tumor?

"They say it's a crab curse."

I can't stop looking up at the ceiling.

No, I'm a medieval European fantasy guy.

"Perhaps my mother, my ancestors abused and killed the crab. I wonder if the offspring are cursed. Abandoning the tumor is more evidence than anything that the crab erodes the skin in such a way that it opens its legs. I am therefore stepping on the idea that the curse can be lifted by cutting off the affected area and offering it as an offering to the crab. And then there's the way to regenerate the cut body, because magic also revives the tumor. I'm studying how to cultivate the human body and stick it to a missing spot..."

"Chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi!

Really? and the teacher snapped his neck.

At the same time, he even had a smile on his face.

"Oh, my God, you're still learning."

"... No, you don't? He's a stupid kid who hasn't even finished his compulsory education because he was flown over here in the third semester of middle school, right?

Guissili, and I feel my body stiff.

My grades were to the point of going and going up and down inside, and definitely going into assholes if you look at the whole Japanese thing.

But if it's a different world with nearly a few hundred years of inferior civilization, my knowledge of science is a good place to over-spec.

If you show it off in a detour, it could cause something like a historical alteration.

Can I give the knight in front of me the knowledge that would otherwise not have been discovered a few centuries away?

The teacher said in a weak voice, worried as she roared small.

"... can't I? I don't want to die with me. Besides, there's some simple curiosity that comes from the bloodstream.... please. I wonder if you could give me the information that's in your head."

"But... that's..."

I wonder if it is permissible.

Moving forward with a civilization that should be stalled.

Is it no longer to come close to the works of God?

But if that helps anybody...

"- The teacher is an important companion, of course I want to help. But I'm afraid I can imitate you like a god like that. At my discretion, if I make progress in medicine in this world for centuries, there will be strains....... I wonder if it's okay"

"Hmm. Weird and serious, you're a little citizen."

"... you can laugh at me"

"By the way, brave man, my research subject is tumors that occur in the breast. You need to have your chest palpated regularly, and in some cases you will be asked to ascertain the taste and smell. If you're going to be my assistant, I'm going to give you a hand with that kind of work."

"Right, life comes first. Let me help you, unfortunately. So what am I supposed to teach you first?

The teacher grinned, "What do you mean cancer comes from your own cells? I've been curious."