Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

"His Royal Highness, His Highness. Please wake up. The sun has risen."

"Huh...? Ugh, oh. Is it that time already? Sorry, Glenn."

"Never mind. It was a much easier job than being used by Lord Commander. I also want to work under someone who works for me, not the chief or the lord."

but it's Glenn who laughs.

Innocence beard on short pruned head. He has a lightweight breastplate, arm patch, etc., but even more so because he is wearing muscle armor, which would be twice as common as an ordinary person.

He wouldn't be uncomfortable to say that he had been a gladiator in Rome early in the morning.

Still, Glenn is the deputy commander and Liz's subordinate is a mystery.

If you look at it with normal eyes, he would be the one who deserves it, but this also seems to be the hallmark of a slave knighthood with members, young and old.

When Liz glanced at him while he was scratching the apple beside him, he pulled back like a father stared at his daughter.

"Well, let's get started..."

Huh, and one big yawn.

Windmills eventually revealed the night in the square with the chilly but suspected ghoul and the wild horse that was surrounding it.

That, and this, is due to the consideration that dissatisfaction will erupt when only they leave. Until the case is solved, it means we won't let anyone involved get away with it.

But only Liz had me sneak out along the way and asked the slave knights for backup.

Because I needed some manpower to prepare, prepare, etc.

"There are ten of us. You've been bringing the Great Zone for a long time, haven't you, Liz?

"Because even if you leave it over there, it will only be used by regular knights and lords. It would be better to give him a moderate rest over here if he could push something boring. Besides, I guess Singo shows you something interesting, huh?

There are some full-time knights in the castle, but many combine farmers and so on. The specialty is only a fraction.

It was normal for knights to be employed only during the war for a certain period of time because their original job was not to be served in a castle during normal times, just because it was war.

Besides, I can't leave it to you to guard your neighborhood until you have enough credibility.

In that regard, slave knights are tormented day and night, without fear of rebellion because they tie their lives with cursive things.

"It's a high hurdle. Well, then you can show me what you've never seen, but what a little thing I can show you, huh? Micro-unit, to be specific."

"I don't know, but I'm hoping. Hey, Glenn?

"Ha ha, yeah. Let's take a look."

With that said, Glenn puts the two cases before the wind.

It's an autopsy set and a microscope case.

To find out the truth about the ghoulisation, the wind had asked me to bring this first.

"What the hell does Windmill do with this?

Chloe looks at the wind strangely after finishing her morning prayers in the distance.

The rubber gloves he fits don't seem to be around him.

But I'm scared somewhere, and I'm sure you have a lot of anticipation.

What the wind view is going to do is exactly what Chloe imagined - it's about Eggy.

His anatomical knife, which went against viciousness, was reflecting guillari and sunlight.

"I think Ghoul or this autopsy of Mr. Joseph. First you open your abdomen, make sure you rot everywhere, see how your muscles are, and then you see how your brain is damaged and safe from the head you've all crushed."

"Oh, no... You are a person no matter how much you ghoul!? Besides, if you touch the wind, you might move!

"It's alright. Gool looks like a contact infection, not an air infection, so it's enough to prevent blood with rubber gloves. If this is the only one with an oral infection, you might not even need gloves."

Chloe seems to remember a terrible shock, but I can't help it all.

I left her to Liz.

The surroundings are solidified by slave knights, so yesterday's wild horses will never escape or other humans will enter, and the three suspected gourds were watched by Glenn.

The situation is considered complete. The wind sight exhales and faces the specimen.

"I never thought I'd do the first human autopsy in my life in another world."

Windmill finally got the gloves in shape again and made sure there were no holes.

Put your hands through the water for the bucket and carefully check that it does not stain.

By the way, human autopsy was severely restricted by law and should not normally be done.

For example, with the permission of the director of the health center, certified by the Minister of Health, or professors/assistant professors of anatomy and pathology and forensic medicine at universities related to medicine and dentistry, medical students, etc. can be dissected under professors/assistant professors, but in the case of wind vision, it is completely out.

If it was the original world, we would have just been caught for corpse damage.

"Open your stomach first. Cut and open the midline of your body"

People react two ways when they do it with that said.

Try to be more interested or turn away.

Was the slave knight, starting with Liz and Glenn, somewhat resistant to the former, and some of Chloe and the wild horses were the latter?

The wind gaze grabs the meat from the belly and when the skin is pinned, it is cut vertically with a knife.

If this is an animal, it's pretty hard to get stuck in the hair. It is often easier to cut with scissors unexpectedly.

The first thing that comes out when the skin is ripped is the surface muscles. When you cut it, it hits the white peritoneum, and when you open it, you see the gut for the first time.

All you have to do is reverse the blade of the knife and open your belly wide without damaging your gut by cutting it from the inside out.

The liver, intestines, etc. were mainly visible when opened from the dovetail to below the navel.

But...

"Wow, you're badly hurt. It's been days since he died."

I didn't open my guts, but it smelled terrible with a lot of moisture.

Basically, herbivores don't smell that bad, but carnivores and omnivores smell like piercing their noses.

In the case of this corpse, the stomach is pampered with something in it, and the intestines are build-up of gas and swelling overall. If I tapped it, the sound was similar to tapping a balloon.

Probably corrupt and accumulated gas.

The wind saw decided on my mind to treat it without ever hurting me.

When I do an autopsy this way, I just feel a different smell than blood.

Or I can barely feel the smell of blood beating other smells easily.

If it smells like a herbivore, you can think of it as something that multiplies the smell that Senmai raw can bake, or if it smells like a carnivore, you can also think of it as something that multiplies the smell of a beast and the smell of rumored raw meat when baking.

It's just the same for both digestives to produce yet another tight odor when you open your stomach or intestine.

These smells get worse over time after they die.

That's the smell so strong that it stains your clothes and hair that you can't leave.

"So, did you find what you wanted to see?

Liz asks with a cool face. It's the opposite of Chloe, who looked blue and fled to a distance.

The wind gaze says, "No, this is different," and closes my belly early.

Speaking of strange points, is it just that your spleen is not enlarged?

Typically, in infections, spleens with the ability to mature antibodies are usually enlarged. For example, it is the same change that you say when you have a swollen tonsil, swollen lymph nodes, or when you are sick.

It caught my eye there, but all I see is something like a post-mortem change.

The next thing I knew, I let him open his mouth and looked inside, but this one also seemed highly corrupt.

Apparently, the mucosal system from mouth to gut has mainly rotted.

"Liz, take a sliding glass from the microscope for a second. It's got a bunch of little boxes in it, so I think we'll find out soon enough."

"Hmm, this is it. It's a fine glass plate."

"It's mass-produced in my world. Wouldn't you be able to buy about 400 pieces of silver for one?

I wash the knife with water in retrospect that the wind saw was 2,500 yen in a pack of 100 pieces.

He then applied mucous membranes and saliva in the oral cavity, which were dull with a knife, to the sliding glass provided, and also had the cover glass applied.

Liz always wears white gloves, so she is comfortable because she never touches them directly.

"You're muscular next. Let's get this over with."

Wash the knife clean as well, starting with the arms.

"Oh my God... don't you bleed?

"If you avoid a large blood vessel, there's hardly any blood. Besides the major blood vessels, they're already solidified in gel form."

They also impressed Glenn because the muscles that came out of the tear really seemed split like a room. I could see an extra beautiful muscle direction if I cut him a translucent fascia as well.

Moreover, this muscle was in a very clean condition, unlike the mucosal system such as the gut.

It's not rigid after death, it's about a few millimeters ticklish as if it's still dead but enough to show a small reaction.

... would it be twelve hours after death now?

It is an improbable move.

After all, they have something here too that doesn't make sense in the original world.

Upon acknowledging this result, Windmill rubbed his muscles with a blade, sampling only a little wood and putting them on slide glass.

And then I check the other limbs, and I look back when I make sure it was the same.

"Anyone who doesn't feel well because I'm going to open their head, keep your eyes and ears blocked and your back turned. Because it feels very vivid and gross."

"Oh well, that's too much......!?

If you put the mushroom in one hand, most people, including the Knights, turn away with a blue face.

How horrible it was to get to Chloe, she crouched down and held her head.

Liz and Glenn survived, and then there were a handful of wild horses, but everyone on the boulder was breathless and nervous.

It must have looked like a demon to their eyes with a flat, dusty wind.

Dead human beings at any given time are treated with care.

Depending on religion and other backgrounds, it is said to be speechless to use your hands even during your lifetime.

Yet the wind gaze has no hesitation in its face… and from time to time, it opens its eyes tightly like a demon who discovers something or gives a convincing look. People would have been unimaginable.

No one knows that as an individual he was just impressed to discover that he was almost no different from himself physically structurally.

"All right, here we go"

The wind gaze grabs the head of the specimen when the neck is squeezed.

Stop it, please! There was no other human being who could scream, and all he could do was drink and watch with trembling spit.

I hardly need any special technology if I want to get my brain out.

What is needed is simply not to damage the brain, but only to cut it from various angles by snuggling it out of the skull so that it can be pounded off.

At this time, the only thing you should be aware of is not cutting your brain with your bones.

But someone hit him in the head with farm tools or something, and he contused him, so he had a sinking around the frontal lobe, and a broken neck bone. Now even zombies and ghouls get hit.

Cutting the skull with a mess and a dust is only about five minutes.

When I removed the bone from the top until I could see the full brain mass, the windsight knocked the brain back, and when I cut off the optic nerve, etc., I removed it beautifully.

It was SF that came out, and it looked like it was floating in the culture fluid.

"Liz, do you know what's wrong with this brain?

"That's refreshing. If I were to kill you, I wouldn't do it like this, and I've never seen it before."

Liz added that she had seen it if it was about splashing brains, and Glenn was also nodding, but the other young knights were probably shaking their necks to the side and denying it.

It seems wrong to take these two as a criterion.

"Well, let me explain briefly. When you die, about seven changes occur: 1, it gets cold; 2, the mucous membrane and so on dries up; 3, the accumulated blood turns black and the dead spots floats; 4, the blood in the blood vessels begins to solidify; 5, it becomes stiff after death; 6, the tissues become self-digested with enzymes like gastric fluid; 7, it rots. Sure, it's like that in order, but there's something wrong with the muscles, right?

"Hmm. At least you weren't stiff. But it was corrupt."

"Right," hammers Liz, thinking while rubbing her jaw.

"That's a little crazy there, but let's put it away now. In the meantime, Ghoul has only some reason. It may have been a subtle thing to say separating them as zombies like walking corpses in the same way, but from what I can tell, it's Ghoul who's half dead, and it feels like Zombies who are completely dead. Maybe it's ghoulish to infect something strange that only keeps the nerves and skeletal muscles alive."

Show with the knife in your hand as the wind gazes.

"I call this big part the cerebrum, but the surface is the part I use to think about deep things by saying neocortex. That's where the inflammation is, or the color's getting worse. Compared to that, it's beautiful to say that it's a marginal system and that it's responsible for basic human emotions. And then there's the cerebellum and everything."

I was going to let them do it to the extent of exposure and confirmation while I flipped my brain, but when I realized it, they all left their expressions solidified.

Apparently, the words don't make sense.

Speaking of which, this place was in the same condition as the medieval West.

That means even doctors would know very little about anatomy, and even if they knew that there was a gut to the general public, they'd say, "Brain? What? It could be a state of 'it.

Or that's exactly it.

Liz was tired of explaining and was starting to look at birds flying in the sky.

It must be futile to drool the lecture as to where and what functions are in this state.

In the meantime, the wind sight confirms what I found in my head.

1, Ghoul still happens with something infected. That can be inferred from brain inflammation.

2, From the parasitic site of the brain, it seems that it still causes abnormalities in the part that directs reason and the amount of neurotransmitter released.

3, My gut was starting to rot from my mouth even though it was only about twelve hours after I died. This may have started to rot before.

And you won't understand if I explain this to Liz.

The perceived wind gaze says, "Well, this way," take off the rubber gloves and grab the microscope.

People's eyes are confused about what they're doing this time.

That he started. That was a confirmation of the sliding glass that has collected some tissue so far.