Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

Between the immense entrance to the mansion.

Mill Lancashire was there under the greatest tension of his life to date, even bigger than when he fought betting on Lily and his admission framework to the College of the Brave.

"Ahhh! Be the first to see you! My name is Mill Lancashire! This time a young man like me..."

Tense, stretched bodies, words of initial introduction spinning traceably from the well-shaped mouth attached to its head.

"Haha, you don't have to be so nervous. I'm not good at being tough either, so look, relax. Relax."

A woman, the cause of that tension, threw a mild word at Mill, as if she were a thoughtful friend.

"Yes! I'm sorry!

Still strong words and tricks.

However, the tension had begun to subside, albeit slightly in Mill's chest, and a great deal of emotion had begun to come and go instead.

Correspondingly, there is also marginal room to observe closely the face-to-face appearance of the person.

Long blue hair to the knee, a bright white jacket long enough that the hem is likely to drag the ground, a fragile face that can be seen with its brightness, and one-eyed glasses that further emphasize it. From that other side, he stares at Mill's face as unexpectedly well-hit eyes observe.

And above all, what caught Mill's inspiration was his youthful appearance, which even though he was over forty years old, only seemed the same age as himself.

Mill trembles at the emotion far beyond nervousness that the miracle known as God's protection, which was heard in front of the wise man Anima Mistral, the Duchess and one of humanity's heroes, was authentic.

"Well, you have a lot to ask, but let's just walk."

"While walking......?

"Yeah, I'll show you to the room where you're going to be today."

"Huh!? Your Eminence himself?!?

In response to that offer, Mill reacts with great dismay.

It would have been a job that I would have left to my squire.

In addition to being the Duke but welcoming himself out on the doorstep, it was only natural for Mill to be puzzled by that unruly response from those in power who said that he would now give guidance.

Is there a problem?

"Yes, no! Wow, your precious time for someone like me..."

"Ha ha, that's awkward. It's important for me to know about you, so don't worry about it. And you can call me Anima because I don't like the way you call me your lord."

"That's... on the boulder... Now, the... Anima and..."

"Yeah, nice. Then I'll show you around."

In such a way as to follow Anima's lead, the two walk down the hallway of the long mansion.

That was completely different from the grand aristocratic mansion that Mill had been touring his imagination until he got here.

There was nothing like beautifully decorated condiments, and the dotted doors made of metallic materials had a tasteless, dry shape that Mill had never seen before.

It doesn't evoke any emotions. It's inorganic. It's more like a research facility than a residence.

Not only that, but Mill slightly distrusts the fact that not a single servant, etc. can be seen on foot no matter how long.

But the fact that this duke hated people, and the pride of being a knight of such a person, quickly dispelled that disturbing sentiment.

"So, what's your favorite food?

"Uh... it's vegetable soup"

"Hmm......, so what's your favorite type of man?

"So, are you a man... Er... is it a tall person...? I'm sorry, I haven't really thought about that..."

The two walk down the inorganic hallway as they continue to interact lightly with each other as if they were distracted friends.

"It is. So what's next... what's your dream?

"Dream......?

"Yeah, dreams. That's what you want to do in the future."

"Right... well... I'm afraid to say it in front of him..."

"Fine, fine, don't hesitate to say it"

"Well... it's about becoming a fine person like Anima and creating a world where orphans like me will never be born."

That's a dream Mill promised Lily.

It's a dream I've never told anyone else before that others might laugh at me for being like a child, but Mill clearly put it into words thinking that a real hero in front of me would surely show understanding.

"Haha, like me... that would be an honor. And it's a wonderful dream. I'm glad I chose you."

Mill is heartily thrilled that the person in front of him affirmed his dream, as he had expected.

And I swore to my heart to grow splendidly as a knight on this man's side to make sure that dream was fulfilled.

"Um... what is Master Anima's dream?

And that's what I asked Anima this time because I felt better.

One of the heroes, and this person who is considered the best intellectual in the world, must have far more spectacular and wonderful dreams than himself. With that in mind.

"Me? My dream?

"Shh, excuse me! That's what I asked you!

After Anima's reaction, which she did not expect to be questioned, Mill immediately apologizes by recalling her position.

And keep your head down again and again.

"No, I don't mind. Yeah, right..."

The expression disappears from Anima's face, which has previously had a thin smile on its face, and she lays down her face and begins to delay the idea.

And then he looked up again and slowly opened his mouth after a few or ten seconds or so.

"Knowing everything about the world..."

"... everything in the world... is it?

"Yes, I'm scared of the unknown... driven by an interminable fear just to imagine myself disappearing with the unknown... That's why I want to figure out Mori Wan, everything in heaven and earth, everything in this world. I..."

"Oh really..."

Mill shows confusion in an answer completely different from what he expected.

And instead of looking like he was joking, Mill feels just a little bit like fear for Anima, who says so staring at the void that is forward with a serious look.

But I kept that fear in my mind as just a mistake, wondering if there was anything somewhat unusual about the person called genius.

"Yeah, it is. So... can you help me make my dream come true?

"That, of course! That's why... I'm here!

To fulfill my dreams, and to keep my promises to old friends who have been jealous in the past.

When Mill told him so with a definite determination, Anima stopped in front of one door.

"That's dependable. Here we are, starting today, this is your room."

"Here, is..."

That being said, what Anima showed was an inorganic metal door with no ornament whatsoever, no different from the other doors that the two of us have ever passed by.

When the animator touches the operating panel attached to that door, the door makes a driving noise and opens to the left and right.

The room that appeared across the door was dark, and from the bright hallway it was impossible to see in detail what was going on inside.

"Come on, come in, come in"

As Anima says so and walks into the dark room without hesitation, Mill enters with the aftermath, remembering a slight creep in the dark.

When the mill went completely indoors, the door made a heavy noise behind it and closed.

And the indoors are enveloped in complete darkness.

With visual information blocked, a slightly rough breath can be heard from the darkness in the hearing of the sharpened mill.

Then a little late, a strange smell stroked Mill's nasal cavity.

When he accidentally stopped buying ingredients before the expedition, Mill thought it was very similar to the smell of wings sniffing in the grocery bin after the return.

"Ku, it's dark..."

That's what Mill says with his face in the dark and the smell of not being too comfortable to flatter.

And I was a little discouraged to think that this was my room from today on.

"Yeah, I can turn on the lights now."

Shortly after Anima said so, the lights lit the room.

And it was a sight I never imagined jumping into the sight of the resurrected mill. It was a sight far beyond her understanding.

"Huh...? Hey, what... this..."

Located surrounding the room are many strange machines that Mill has never seen before.

Huge vitreous containers filled with liquids of various colours dotted suspiciously everywhere. There's something ugly floating around in it, like parts and organs of a living organism that's fallen apart so you don't even know what it was originally.

And on a large pedestal placed in the center of the room sits a piece of meat that leaves a remnant that was once in the shape of a person, surrounded by disturbing blood-coated apparatus shaped to chop, crush, peel and chop it off.

Whether the meat mass is still alive, even though the original shape is barely fastened, or bioreactions such as breathing and heartbeat are firmly emitted as if calling for help.

"Hey, what is it... this..."

Again, the mill mouths up a bewildering word.

The confusion has reached its extreme in a situation where the brain does not process any information coming in from vision.

"Hmm? Oh, this? He's specimen 23883, something that hits your predecessor. Do you want to say hello? I know you still have hearing, but if you still don't feel bad because you don't have a vocal cord and you can't reply, feel free to do so."

"Hi-jin...?

Anima said that in a casual tone that was no different from the casual conversation she had until she got here.

Mill couldn't understand the words spinning out of Anima's mouth. My brain refused to understand that.

"He was the ear length of a human moddle, though. I've done most of the research, so I've already used it. I really do have a species that I'd like to find out more about, but useless felds are really in trouble because all these guys are gonna reap it."

Anima walks further into the back of the room picking a long, pointy ear area at her fingertips that indicates it is not a human being but a demon clan.

Madman. That's exactly the evil you deserve to describe.

And Mill realized that all the disturbing feelings he had by the time he arrived here were no mistake whatsoever.

"Hey, some kind of... joke...? That's right... right...?

The sight that's spreading right now in front of me, this must be some kind of bad joke.

In the form of a poor hobby welcome, I guess soon the servants will jump out of the shadows to surprise themselves in this strange machine.

Hopefully so, only time passes in a room where only Anima's footsteps sound creepy, and Mill's eyes on Anima instantly change from what sees a hero to what sees a madman.

You have to run. We have to get out of here as soon as possible.

With instinct as an organism, Mill understands it.

Behind such thoughts, however, Mill's body has ceased to move as if it had been in gold bondage before that fear, far beyond all previous events.

"No, I don't like hate and jokes. Uh... what's your name...? Well, no, you're really great. They let me look up biological information from a few references, starting with my hair, but it definitely makes a great mother. Besides, no one has any trouble staying out of the orphanage because they have a narrow friendship and I have to look for them. No... it's been a while since I've had a heartbeat."

Anima looks back just across the center of the room and reaches the opposite position with the mill, spinning the various words pale.

There is a raunchy grin on that face that is no different than before.

"Me, me... just now... what the hell..."

"Uh... well, I still don't know... I'm sorry, I don't like having conversations with the retarded. I mean... you're right... to put it plainly... you're subject 23884."

"Huh!!"

Mill's survival instincts outweighed her fears the moment she heard that word emanating from a childish smile that looked like she'd gotten a new toy.

Then he turned his body back into motion and rushed out toward the door.

"Holy shit! Open it! Open -"

And I try to get out of this crazy place, but the doors that are tightly closed don't even move slightly.

"Let me out! Somebody! Somebody!

"Haha, you're too desperate to be ugly. But, unfortunately, nobody's coming and you can't run. It hurts when I'm grown up... maybe I will, I'm sorry. But you won't feel it any time soon, so it's okay. Look, seniors don't seem to hurt now, either, do they? Rather, open a new door or something. Ha ha, if that's the case, I'll be damned."

Animal words like mocking are thrown on the back of a mill that knocks the door hard with its hands over and over again as it becomes semi-frequent.

"But you're really awkward. I thought I could really be a knight. Anyway, if it's my sketchy father's feld, I wonder if he can tell after a little thought that I'm not going to be able to enroll a normal person like you... Well, I'm glad you came because you were stupid."

"Somebody! Lily! Help!

Anima's words no longer arrived as recognizable language against the mill of a state of confusion.

It was a self-defense function by the brain that decided that if you recognized the word, you would lose your mind because of fear.

All she has on her head is a sense of purpose to escape from this spot right now, from the demon wearing the skin of the hero behind her.

But no matter how hard the mill knocks on the door, no matter how loud she calls for help, the doors that are tightly closed will not freak out, and no one will appear who will respond to her words.

All I'm hearing about is a madman in white and kids like a still young doll who shows up at some point and stands around its master.

The children, with their demonic characteristics, stare at the mill that leads to the door with their eyes without any emotion.

"Then shall we all make that one grow up? Oh, but you can't kill him, can you? It's my precious experimental material, isn't it?

"" "Yeah, I get it. I'll do what my mom says" "

When those dolls respond to that word as if to obey their mother, they slowly begin to pack their distance from the mill.

The distance, arguably the life left in the mill, is gradually running out.

"God... please help me... please..."

After despair, power falls out of Mill's body.

The body, which was leaning against the door, slipped down its surface and knelt on the ground.

And it's like praying for something that's on the other side of it.

"God? Ha ha, that's awkward. I've been doing a lot of research from corner to corner of the world, from corner to corner of people, but there was nothing to prove there was such a guy. Sorry to hear that."

The last thing Mill perceived was that merciless word.