Lonely Attack on the Different World

♪ Someday, one day, somewhere ♪

I heard rumors of black hair, black eyes under it staring.

I hate people so much. It only comes when you get sick, you can't take crops, you have more demons, and you suffer. Nobody else gets close, not even trying to get involved... because I'm an alchemist. He said he was a suspicious man using abominable and supposedly evil alchemy, and a cheating bitch with a scam dispute peten.

My father built lots of pills and magic tools to save towns and villages, but at the end of the day, towns and villages were chased and we became vagrants. And while saving so many people, my father died without being saved from anyone.

I hate people. The town my mother and I lived in was a good one, I believed that, a lot of friends and gentle adults... but that's because we didn't even know we were alchemists.

When the town was about to be swallowed by demonic raids. My mother sprinkled poison on demons with alchemy and killed them, treating many injured people. And he chased a town he was accustomed to living in when he found out he was an alchemist, and his mother died on a wandering journey.

My kind father and mother, who taught me that it was alchemy to help and protect someone, protected and treated people as it taught them, and as a result they chased the city and ended up drooling wild. Nobody helped me, nobody could protect me.

I have reached a kingdom that flows and says there is less persecution, and I have lived in hiding. It's just good people here and lots of friends, but that's because you don't know I'm an alchemist. The nobles of the kingdom had also sent out a circular to capture the alchemists as soon as they found them… there was no place for alchemists even in the most endless kingdom where there was nowhere more to escape.

The days of sneaking around and living around the safe Wang Capital pretending to be a magician, repairing and improving the magic props and reselling them, sometimes looking like I've bought them, trading drugs, and doing business without teasing in one place...... no hope whatsoever, no hope whatsoever.

One day, the words I heard in the Wang capital were: "A proclamation was made prohibiting the persecution of the alchemist, the king promised the restoration of the alchemist"... I did not believe, I did not believe. I don't like being betrayed and desperate anymore, I don't like believing in something anymore, because I've already given up hope.

But little by little, more magic props appeared in the city, and I began to hear rumors about alchemists.

Still, the persecution of the church alchemist did not stop, Ning Ro yelled loudly and began to hustle and tell with the enemies of the evil God. Still, he toured towns and villages with a little more magic props and medicines, and felt the air to the alchemist changed.

Still, I couldn't believe it. I couldn't understand the face of my mother, who happily took my breath away from my proudly dead father.

"Thanks"

Grabbed by the arm and thanked in tears. That's the family of the people who saved their lives with the pills, the people who saved their lives with the magic props... but what would these people do to thank me if they knew I was the one who made it?

They're nice with all the good people, so I want to help and protect them and make them and sell them... but I'm sure these people could change if I knew I was an alchemist, too, like my father and mother who chased the town and decayed without a place to go.

And yet, yet I make it again. Tools that can protect someone, drugs that can help someone... even though if they find out they won't even have a place, I'm sure everyone who's been nice to me will hate me.

And one day I heard in the Wang capital, "The Church apologized for all contempt for alchemists and admitted its mistakes"... I didn't think of anything, because I didn't think of anything. My father and mother are not coming home anymore, I have lost my family and even my hometown, now that they say something, I didn't feel anything.

Alchemist "Alchemist" ─ For the first time I saw one of our non-family alchemists was the grandfather of a bakery, the bakery I always bought when I came to the city because it was formulated with medicinal herbs and it was delicious bread... put out a sign and was open all over the city with dignity.

"Oh, my lady. Did you come back to buy it? I thought you'd come back because I gave you a sign like this."

He wraps his bread with a gentle grin as he says so. A sad word was a proud face on his back, but a gentle smile the same as usual.

Then I started seeing several alchemists. Pharmacists, magic engineers, alchemists, sculptors, alchemists who have been hiding in people are doing business with names and proud faces... aren't you afraid? 'Cause I might be betrayed for hating you again.

And we met. They found me, they found out, the sister-in-law's eyes were harsh and cruel.

"I finally found it... this" talisman hair decoration "is made by you" you "right? I don't need to lie, so I searched all the towns and villages where you're going. And only one merchant handled it and didn't buy it from anywhere... I didn't think I'd find it rational, every time I went wrong."

I was scared. My legs didn't tremble when I tried to escape, and my sister caught me...... hugged me.

"Thank you. The adventurer who fought on the edge with this hair ornament that your" you "made didn't have to die to protect the dying village. You're a benefactor, and that's why I'm here to thank you, and then to solicit Scouts."

My scary sister was Mr. Zucarlja, the head of the Kingdom's best chamber of commerce, who had recently heard rumors... she cried, crying as she was embraced within no idea what it was.

I wonder why your father had to die and why your mother had to die because she was kicked out. No one helped us save our family that this stuff helped someone.

"I can't answer that, because that's something I'm not good for in words. So look at it with your own eyes, because the border has its answer... well, that's the furthest thing from an exemplary answer, but you don't know until you see that one, do you? Well, when I saw it, I saw it and I didn't know what it meant."

Then he travelled to be taken away to the border, and drifted to the end of the endless kingdom. This is the far end of Omui, the most distant land.

Colored by the terror that spreads through the Devil's Forest and Labyrinth, the demonic realm is rich, gentle, alchemist, even if you're introduced to it, and it ends with a "heh"?

It's like nothing, no doubt, no contempt. "I'm an arms maker, say hello. If you're smart, you might ask for a job, but you can't even give me eyes for half-assed alchemy or smelting here on the border! I have to be proud of my job. Border" here. "Then I can't trust my life. I'm scared to work in Border" here. "I won't chase you forever. The monster will be nasty. Well, good luck with that." The artisan's eyes smiling like that...... his face is scary but his eyes were just like my father's.

And I remember. I don't know why you followed your sister... your mother had those eyes when fighting to protect someone, too, with sharp, unwavering eyes.

From then on I broke. I hid it until now and secretly alchemized it, but it was possessed and kept building it like crazy with alchemy.

Even when the magic ran out, I continued to make it with my all-over moves as I rode through the mushrooms, neither my father nor my mother could, I was working in hiding and secrecy while trying to save and protect everyone so much, now... by now. I made it crying, remembering only the will of my father and the thoughts of my mother.

My grocery store sister gave me a book when I saw the product I made. It is the secret secrets of alchemy, the wisdom of magic props making, and the legendary forbidden book "The Complete Collection of Preserved Zyvesz Obu Demon Props"! I can tell you that Zashmov, the rare great sage, wrote down all his wisdom, that the phantom book, its reprint... they are printing it in large quantities!?

And possessed, to a frontier neither father nor mother could reach, the overflowing book of desire to save people was as gentle and sincere as the words of father and mother. It was dawning in the days of rediscovery and research every time I made it, I went mad as the equipment stopped chasing me to its advanced technology and was frustrated by the irresistibility of even reaching the applications I sought for tools.

I must have really loved alchemy, I loved and was proud of the alchemy my father and mother had proud of. I forgot that and blamed my hate and pity on alchemy, because of this move, because of this stuff. I was ecstatic when that came out of the shackles of repression that I had never been able to hide and overflow, surrounded by abundant materials and tools and even the best guidebooks.

At the bottom of my heart I thought I wanted to build, research and explore to the fullest...... I continued to build crying thinking of my father and mother who believed that it would help and protect someone.

The place my sister took me to when she saw that crazy figure was the Alchemist's, the best miracle-like workshop for the Alchemist, the Atelier.

"Here, you want me to give it to you?" No, if you care if you get stuttered, you lose, because if you look at what your "you" made and that boy says he'll give it to you, it's an absolute decision that no one can ever override, even a king, anymore... yeah, I know how it hurts, but give it up, it's useless to give it up, but there's nothing you can do about it, so give it up because you think you've been bitten by disaster "

And I can build a talisman at an incredible rate surrounded by incredible demonic props, its accuracy hasn't caught up with my technology either...... that's regrettable!

A brunette boy stood one day as he continued to build in the workshop Atelier as he was cursed.

I don't remember what they said and what they told me. My heart shivered when I was just hugged and crying and apologized by the people who brought me here, crying out louder than so many tears I had ever cried out.

It was the people of the towns and villages I hated and resented, the children I thought were friends. Words to apologize for crying and words to repent... we weren't kicked out. We were hidden and missed, we were missed from the church's Heretic Inquisition alchemist hunt. Everyone was protecting us, everyone was helping us, and looking for us... to this very end.

All this time I shut my heart and couldn't believe anyone's words and didn't even listen to my father or mother's, being an alchemist exploring the truth, I was just turning away from the truth and pitying myself... and it was only this time that I cried heartily. That's not a pitiful tear, this is a separate tear.

When I woke up, a delicious meal had been prepared. Let's wash our faces and have dinner, and we've already made up our minds to do it today.

He says it's "Alchemist's" Alchemist's "Workshop" Atelier "with a sign on the workshop. And I'll laugh proudly underneath, saying I'm proud of this job.