Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

3. At the Academy of Magic Instructions of the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren -

Testimony of Professor Paul Egbert von Graumann

Far away, welcome. Hey. I can't make a big deal out of it, but I hope you'll forgive me.

Still, what is it? The High Court of the Kingdom of Arquel seems to benefit from a great deal of budget and personnel. Though investigating the Count's inheritance issue, I didn't expect to bother to travel all the way to the neighboring country.

What? Are you here to find out what you want to know all the time? A vacation trip, not a business trip? With personal expenses, not official expenses?

Ha ha ha! No, no, that's fine! Your passion, your curiosity! Wonderful indeed! For us alchemists, more than the magic that rocks heaven and earth, more than the intelligence that foresees the universe! More than anything else, it's the qualities to be prepared for!

What do you say, customer? Why don't you join us under the gates of Non? You're still young, aren't you? It's not too late to learn on this road, is it?

... you don't want to? Right, too bad.

Fine. Let's get down to business.

You meant the ovenil. He was a really good student. He was enrolled for only a year and a month and twenty-three days, but in the meantime the results left are more than enough to count with his fingers on both hands and feet. That much delicacy belongs to our alchemy discipline... No, there won't be anything else to tie the history of the entire university. It's a shame. If it means dropping out of school, he could be waving his hot arm as the right arm of the eagle by now, or he could have been sitting in this chair.

Oh? Don't they look so unexpected? Is it so strange that Nong praises him?

Apparently, before he got here, he overheard some bad news about him.

I don't know what else to do. The history of alchemy is also the history of the fight against prejudice and incomprehension. In other words, it is full of misunderstandings and errors in its name. Alchemy - the practice of turning iron and lead into gold, for example, is only one of several attempts on this road. The transformation of matter, the higher order of spiritual qualities… that's what the original purpose is. The ear scholarly mountain master imitated the monkey by guessing and dyed the iron yellow to show it. Yet, as if it were the essence, it was the work of fraudsters such as Alchemy that the world's ignorance was spreading. That was over four hundred years ago. The world is still dancing to such a moldy rhetoric.

Hmm. Interested me. Guests I wonder. I would like to share with you one anecdote you know about him and how he feels about it. It would also be interesting to know through your appreciation of the man whether he sees alchemy in your country. Besides, it's a little boring to be a storyteller. It's not a bad idea to talk about handicrafts and literal souvenirs.

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........................ lamentable.

After all, it's hard to get a secular understanding.

... hmm? Hey, what's up?

You don't get angry, do you? Aren't you angry that Shi abused the technique you learned so earnestly?

I don't have any particular thoughts about it.

A human experiment? Would you have used slavery? Don't you mind how much blue blood your seeds and filthy blood will shed? Is that some kind of sin? Though dark in your country's code, I remember that the treatment of slaves was roughly the same in every country. Hmm, does it still make a difference? Then there's no problem.

What, you think it's hunting? It sure doesn't look good. But that's it?

Also, alchemy is what approaches the truth of the world and the secret of life. And truth is often cruel, and life is something that inherently has an obscene aspect as well. Behold, thou hast also held a woman.... What are you blushing about? It's not embarrassing. Isn't the union of men and women the sublime ritual that spins the lives of the next generation? Hmm?

You think I'm out of line? Ha, ha, say what. As you can see, even if we were talking.

Your Highness, did you feel that you were looking after the story of what happened to holding a woman? Doesn't it seem like it speaks much of the natural fortune of exchanging children? What I thought about the ovenil experiment was coaxial.

A creature, every time it enters and explores it, it shows us its filthy, ugly, obscure side. Meals, for example. Humans, if you eat, you starve to death, right? That's why I eat dinner. If you eat, you can be full, full of vitality, and connect your life to tomorrow. Now, what happens to what I ate at this time? If any gastronomy is included in your mouth, it will be bitten off by your teeth, crushed by your tongue, and covered in saliva...... it will also take an unbroken form to see. It passes through the esophagus, falls into the stomach, and is digested without a trace so that it does not even remain in shape. How beautifully decorated the dishes are as ugly as slime. It goes further into the intestines, absorbing nutrients and moisture into the flesh… at the end it becomes a stool and is pulled out of the buttocks. Yeah, shit. The food the royal queen speaks of, and the wheat porridge the people below speak of, once eaten, the end of the road is shit or revulsion.

research. Such an ugly mechanism can only go forward if we look directly at it.

Let's say dysentery has spread to this country. If you want this to calm down, you have to observe in detail an indeterminate, stinky, dirty stool like the water the patient drips. What action did it take to take shape? What can I do to restore the patient's body so that this stool is excreted in its usual form, the usual number of times? If you take that seriously, you won't walk away. His experiments are just an extension. While I'm unfamiliar with it, it would seem odd and cruel and miserable.

Is this an ovenil research subject? I don't know, because he was a very versatile man. It depended on what attracted horn interest and what could be handled. Codification of research history, from the field of mechanical functions such as improvement of experimental instruments. Formulation of psychotropic drugs, manufacture of homunculus, creation of chimeras, casting of costumes. I did everything. But I guess that's also a stepping stone to getting into the study of fate.

It's still in the biological field that he's been particularly sincere about. That's a fundamental area of life, too. Why are people people? Why do people think things? Why are people born? Why do people die? Why did people think of answers to such endless questions for days and days?

I leave a paper like this behind. [Correlation between brain function in living organisms and soul in life]. This is, like, an area where you would have probably heard about him and particularly disgusted him, a collection of them. Let me scratch it and let you know.

First, prepare slaves for the experimental subjects.... this is where I will not sit down. That's why I'm confused by the rumors.

So. He cut the subject's head open and paralyzed some of his functions. Don't you understand how the brain works?... Don't you know? You don't know? Oh, my God! The worlds have been so ignorant of the formation of life!!

... Sorry, disturbed.

Well, you say chew it up. The brain is responsible for the physical and mental work of the organism. If you destroy the brain, people can't live, can they? Naturally. The human body that loses the command tower called the brain stops functioning so that a nation that has lost its essence, the King, is disturbed in thousands. The heart stops too. Death. This is the end of the brain's loss of ability to direct the work of the body. You know this neighborhood? You know that. Um, good.

Next is the work of the mind. The brain also undertakes to think about things, feel emotions, and work on such minds. You will feel it on your skin even if you do not understand it. When you look like a madman, you probably don't say that. You're out of your mind! and.

That's where the ovenils focused their attention. You're out of your mind, lunatic. How is the heart, and soul, fulfilled?

To find out, prepare a healthy subject first. It then cracks open its head and destroys the part of its brain that is also presiding over its mind. Some people feel emotions, some people save their memories. Naturally, the subject goes mad.

So, euthanize it.

... Oh, they'll ask you till the end. Nothing, he killed people after driving them crazy, and he wasn't happy about it. That's what I did because I needed it for research. Let your heart be calm, and be calm and heard. What, shall I prescribe you a sedative? We're gonna calm down soon, okay? What, you don't need it? Then I can calm you down on my own.

That's the real deal from here. This Academy of Magic Instruction has Magic Instructors in various disciplines. The ovenil was a multitude of men, but there is nevertheless a different lineage of fields. If you're a magician, you deserve it. Especially for this research, I really need the technique, but he can't remember me. So, he begged for help in exchange for some assistance from other disciplines and invited one of the magicians to join him.

He's a necromancer....... I happen to have a blue face, are you okay? Do we go on?

He called the spirit of a subject who died after paralyzing some of his brain's functions with a demoralization technique. By interacting with the spiritual soul and weighing its psychology, we observed the disorders caused by the damage to the brain by living organisms and the consequent effects on the soul.

How about that! I found out something amazing!

Many of the subjects' souls had a degree of madness proportional to their postoperative time course! Amnesia, for example! Even those who made themselves forget everything, but those who made them die promptly, remembered their memories of life. But whoever put the time away didn't even understand the words!

You know what this means? His experiments proved that the brain also served to process information collected from the ears and eyes and give it to the soul! Frenzy was a phenomenon that occurred in the late days when the soul kept getting crazy information from the brain! And souls, memories, and consciousness were something else, even if it affected them in the same way! The man did a wonderful job proving the mystery!

It would be a great discovery! You must have seen and heard a fairy tale when you were a child. The rebirth of a great hero, an evil sorcerer who replaces his old flesh with extrajudicial methods...... it is not a fantasy! It could have happened! If only I could transfer my soul to another flesh!

All attempts to reproduce it so far had ended in failure. Naturally. When they were in the Spiritual Discipline, they had no idea how it was made up, even if they could call and interact with the souls of the dead! But not from now on!? Soul and memory! Maintain those two firmly and transplant them into a body that can maintain consciousness healthy! That way, people can maintain their existence in this world forever!

No matter, I can't do it now. Even if there is a theory, there is no art of practice. But that's why it was written down. pseudo immortality. The man has taken the first step toward the supreme proposition of alchemy brilliantly!

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Whoa, can I mess with you again? That reminds me of the exaltation. This old bone rolled brilliantly.

He's an ovenil bastard, he seems to have already devised this hypothesis quite early - probably before he got into school. Whatever you do, you've gotten used to rubbing the human brain. The reason I announced it was because I didn't have a handout to prove it. Really great. Build advanced theories up to this point in your teens, and not just fail to drill to get the clue to prove it. It's the alchemist's book.

Even so, you board of directors. I kicked him out with a boring obsession. Great aliases such as the Wise Men's Conference cry. Oh, it's a shame to return it!

Is that why you left school? I don't know much about Nong. The professor of the Academy said that research and lectures would be his duties. Therefore, Non basically never enters the student's personal life. If you think so, you should have touched his personality a little bit now. If I had guessed the circumstances, I would have been able to shelter... Oh, you mean miss the big fish!

Um, yeah. I only talked to him about his research. We got a lot of debate going on here, huh?

Didn't you have a meeting or something? Earlier, I would have just said. Every meal ends in shit coming out of your ass. As long as it is nourished promptly. I don't have a hobby for spending time on things like that. Besides, it's extremely inefficient, such as talking to people. What is the point of having meals and conversations and two different actions in parallel? We divide what can be divided, and it's quicker. Would that be the wisdom of men?

Well, let me ask you something if it's obvious. A student made a duel with him. It was a love affair, don't even hear about it. Whatever it was that got my hands on from that student. Is there any way that that ovenil could have preferred futile noise? At the end of the day, in return, he suffered a major half-life injury, besides exposure to shame in front of the crowd. You would have thrown him out with resentment for it. It seems that the opponent was the blood of a nobleman of this country.

A slave maid? Oh, that one! That was good work, too! Of all the works of the ovenil, it's a masterpiece in particular! Integration of features and shapes, that golden ratio was a god's hanging woe!

With that being said, don't even feel like the subject of cross love and doings was that. It's a stupid story. He told me that he would never let Non fool him either. I would have liked to have an autopsy, but unfortunately. No, there's more to blasphemy than pointing at boring carnal desires.

What is that? You're just a human being. It's just high performance by the horrible. Non was confused about Homunculus at first. It seems to be the result of a continuous infusion of psychotropic drugs of human strengthening and careful advanced training and education.

A monster? No, you're a monster. Neither Chimera nor Homunculus. He's a real person. But it is also the birthplace of terribly advanced alchemy. Carefully bottom-up performance in tunnels rather than simply externalizing visible abilities. If we transplant the factors of other organisms, like Chimera, we will certainly be stronger. but the risk of rejection really comes with it, and it also adversely affects later scalability. I guess you hated that. It was that maid who made her transcend humans as humans by giving her drugs with less side effects to the tunnel and building up efficient workouts.

If you say so, you're an artificial hero. Would it be in a common legend? There's a story about a brave man who trained under a wise man and gained unusual powers. That's just what the alchemist did on his behalf... but the scary thing is when he remembered it and started. This method is terribly time-consuming, and once you screw it up, it's not advantageous to start over. Perhaps he and that one both started 'making' from a single-digit age. That's how perfectly I finished it and showed it. You ovenil, the material was just good, and I was humbled, but it made you laugh, didn't it? Where the hell is there an alchemist who leaves him weak and self-taught and finishes his work that far?

What, is it illegal, is it? Say what. I prescribed the right drugs, took care of them beside me on rainy days and windy days, and just nurtured them carefully. That's all he did. Is that illegal in your country? It would be different. Rather, isn't it a blessing to say that slaves are excessive to be subjected to?

Oh, don't be bluish by any chance. Do you even have a disease? I can understand if you blush your cheeks with emotion......

Is that all you need to hear? Did you hear enough of his work as an alchemist?

As for this one, I still can't tell you all about it... but if I don't feel good, I can't help it. If you're not feeling well, don't make your brain's blood spill worse. In such a state, the efficiency of the job also falls. Love yourselves.

Yeah, if you want to know his predisposition as a student, I know a former classmate. Now, let's write a reference and move on. Lucky for you. Since there is rarely any understanding of student friendship.

By the way, are you sure you don't want to go for alchemy?

... well, too bad. Even if you're as talented as an ovenil, you're short on talent under my gates. Non is also a short old man. Is there anywhere to entrust the matter, or to complete the study of immortality before the passing of Non...

4. At the Academy of Magic Instructions of the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren -

Testimony of student Frederica Julianna von Castelbern

Introducing Professor Grauman? It's unusual. I can't believe he moved your hand for anything other than research. Are you in a good mood?

So, what are you looking for?

Ha, an investigation into the inheritance of Sara's house, and.

... ovenil? No way, are you talking about that Turius Shrounan Ovenil?

Oh, my God!? I can't believe they asked me about that guy at a time when I finally had nothing to remember!

Yeah, that's right. I'm not in any way close to him personally or friends with him. The man spreads trouble unilaterally, and every time I'm forced to run away at the end of it. The professor must have come to remember me, too, because it was something I used to face my favorite students. Otherwise, there's no reason that that research strand is more remembered than to match a person's face with his name. Damn, how could they have pulled such a poor lottery just because they kept their books in the same Seminar?

Seems familiar, but did you even socialize? Is that a first-rate joke in your country? Didn't I mention earlier that there is nothing like that? By and large, I don't think the man can do a noble imitation of romance or anything, let alone be liked by a woman, and that's what he has to do with his brain, like those who have sacrificed him.

Do you understand? Now, would you please withdraw your earlier statement? If you came from the High Court, would you be fully aware of the existence of something called insult?

...... good.

Now, let's get this over with. Because we're just talking about making each other uncomfortable. Yeah, about the kind of guy who can enjoy a nasty third-rate comedy, like someone who can have fun talking about that guy.

I met that guy three years ago in the spring. As I mentioned earlier, it was the same Seminar. It's been a rumor among the students since before the lecture. Because alchemy is closed and often misunderstood among the fields that belong to the Devil's Guide. I wonder what kind of freak you are trying to learn from studying abroad.

Oh, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not putting up enough to get rid of humanity for alchemy, like that disgusting heretic or bigoted Professor Grauman. The goal is to learn the medical application of alchemy. Some evils don't accept the magic of healing, and magic users are rare, right? For that matter, even those who lack magic can formulate it, and you can make a certain amount at once.

Let's get back to it. It's an ovenil study abroad, but the truth is it seems to follow recommendations from your family. I don't know the details, but I hear that you put him up in the alchemy and let him fall out of the housekeeper's dispute, or that your father, who came into too inhumane a study, threw him out like a pain in the ass. In my view, it's both possible stories. Looks like that heat in, it's unlikely to serve the affairs of a responsible Count family or anything, and if you do that kind of research at home day and night, you're going to get nervous with your real parents.

Is that your first impression? You were a temperate, harmless person. Rumor has it, that's what I imagined someone who wouldn't pay attention to other than research, like keeping Professor Grauman young as he is, so that's what I faced with the difference. Clean outfit, lacking in spills. I'm not a hyperbole, but if you talk to me, I'll give you a clear answer. As long as it's normal, you'll be able to stand around with no possibility or impossibility as a gateway to the Count's house.

It's just, Mr. Uni - I didn't get a little of the maid who came from my parents' house connected by a collar marked with a slave's mark.

But that's a superficial face. You have it too, don't you? Face when inspiring duties and facing colleagues. Relax, face when facing your family. Face when you're alone and you're not facing anyone. Everyone has a lot of faces, but in his case the fallout was too intense.

It was during my autopsy internship that I realized it.... don't look like that. With me, I'm not chopping up people's carcasses as a delight. Because it's only a compulsory lecture. Like an ovenil, I don't have a hobby of performing autopsies until I've killed myself.

At that time, it was the first time I had ever revealed a person's body. Though it was not that the displaced had found themselves on the side of the road and falling down, that the inquisitive slave at home had given death in front of him, that his relatives had come again, or that he had never touched a man's death. But even though it was a late thing, putting females in the carcass was another sensation from them. The lecturer was actually the one who was carrying out the operation. But I'm sorry to cut open the carcass and look inside, or it's the contents of a grotesque stomach that I saw seriously again, or it's the smell of a mixture of medicinal and deadly odors, and while I'm feeling something like that, this... made my chest worse. I felt terrible nausea pushing hard objects up from the back of my stomach, and my body shivered and I wanted to get out of my internship now and escape into my dorm bed.

I kind of remember feeling sorry for myself. He said he went into the academy until he pushed off his parents' opposition to save a people suffering from the disease, but that first step… the stage of learning in the field about how people's bodies work. I don't like myself anymore, so I thought I was a horrible, naughty person. But I also didn't like it when you really get away with it. I missed the specimen. So I decided to look at the faces of my classmates around me. If they looked just like me, they could still stand it. If this dislike makes you feel like you want to go home now, just like you all do. Then assume it's the path that everyone passes, and that will keep them on track. In fact, I just wouldn't have been able to look at the open body, but now that I think about it, I also feel like I was thinking about that.

The other students all looked uniformly blue. Like me, you were the first person to see an autopsy. Oh, I'm not the only one scared, I think I leaked a misplaced breath of relief. When they noticed how I was, too, they seemed to have pulled strength out of my shoulders as I empathized with this one.

But most people, like me, had changed their complexion and stopped, with some exceptions.

First of all, those who showed stronger rejection of the autopsy than we did. You must have been so bad at it. First one of them ran silently out into the hallway holding his mouth down, then about two of them skinned it and later exited. I didn't have any words to apologize for the middle seat, but I can't see the instructor keeping an eye on it either. You're there every year, right, if you can't stand this internship and get away with it. I know how you feel. Because I didn't like it either, and even if I get used to it, it doesn't make me feel good about it.

Next, the kind of people who were going through autopsies before school. I preferred alchemy, so if you're enthusiastic, sometimes you do your own research before you learn at the academy. Of course, so is autopsy. Those people were even a flat breeze when they tapped lightly with their peers or saw us trembling in our first experience and immersed in superiority. To be honest, I don't think it's a very good hobby.

Last but not least...... Yep, it's ovenil. Without changing his complexion, he was silently observing the course of his internship. At first I also thought he was a couch who had done autopsies as well. No, you did experience it. But here's the thing...... his atmosphere was heterogeneous compared to other experience. I was just thinking about it. Because if I wasn't distracted, I was going to put it back. Anyway, I wanted to distract you. So I subtly compared his differences with other experience.

I knew the difference right away. Some of you have done other autopsies, things are still different than usual. I said I was in a mood, or I seemed drunk, but I had a different face anyway. That would be the case, too. No matter how accustomed you are, you're touching people's deaths. It's difficult to maintain the same comfort as everyday life in such a setting. In that sense, they were still half serving, too, weren't they? You get used to the autopsy, it's something that keeps you nervous but allows you to change your mind from normal. While I try not to think deeply about the fact that I am cutting open the body and observing it, I will be able to keep only my hands and eyes sharp. Your mouth is lighter, you try to look around, you're halfway used to that. I'm just pretending to be okay with self-implication that I have experience. Do it a few times, and you'll see that.

Ovenil was different. It wasn't like my instructor's teacher or me now that I did several internships. He wasn't unusual. There's no reason to reject it and turn blue or run away, there's no reason to elevate your mood and mislead your upset, and there's no way to change your feelings with your normal self. It remained the same eye-catching as when I was bickering with my alumni, swallowing soup in the dining room, or reading books in the library. I didn't have to change my mind, I was adapting there.

Unexpectedly, your spine is getting cold. Whether it involves a person's life or touching death. What kind of heart is it to be able to remain the same coloured eyes unchanged? The moment that question arose, I felt worse than ever - and I was popping out of the study room, too.

Are you crazy? You're absolutely right. If you ask me, it's just one thing. Because if that's all you can tell people, there's no way anyone can struggle with the world. At first, I thought it was just an illusion, because I was feeling sick in my internship. But some things, like chest noise or bug news, right? When you feel bad about the pretense, you've had about one experience where you tied it to what happened later, and you had a bad feeling, or that was a foretaste of misfortune, or something like that, right?

... I seemed to be the only one who found Ovenil's attitude suspicious in that internship. I myself reconsidered that it was a crappy assumption and treated him as just an alumni for a while.

He was never popular within Seminar, but he was widely accepted by his alumni. Not only was he in active contact with students and lecturers from other disciplines, he said. Alchemy is a little more closed than any other discipline, isn't it? It is primarily the role that alchemists have taken on, such as psychotropic medicines and experimental instruments, which provide the necessary supplies for the study of magic conductors. So other magicians treat you more like a subcontractor craftsman or a convenience store than the same magician. Even though it's seen a little low, the oven that pushes it until it goes out was treated like a lot of strangers from around.

Yeah, it is. Normally, if that's how you can aggressively get into a circle of people, you should be able to gather a lot of hope, right? He's an alchemist with a skill in arms, and he looks calm, even more so. but no one could call him a specific friend. Always with someone, with a smile and a cheerful grin, and perhaps even wave my arm as a listening alchemist if I ask. So it was a wonder why I couldn't or wouldn't try to make friends.

Think of it, that was similar to a merchant's manifold. Close in with a smile that reassures people, set up a good hold of people, and provide them with what they want. Maybe he meant to do that from the start. Instead of forming friendships, connect faces. Build connections. That way, I will lightly prepare for the next study that I could not do personally...

Has Professor Grauman told you? his most notorious research. Yes, the devilish experiment of artificially creating and killing that madman and examining the madness of his soul. To do that, you would have held a demonic surgeon, wouldn't you? By the same token, there were a number of studies that helped other fields. I guess his networking is what he was doing for it. While avoiding private interaction in order for a merchant to maintain a relationship with the counterparty, it is essential that you are in a good mood.

Damn, how dare you do that. I was repeating an experiment where my head seemed to manage just to overhear the infarct, so instantly there was no more voice to say the ovenil well. I also remembered that the disgust I learned during my autopsy practice was not a mistake. But the students never refused to do business with him. Sometimes the instructors. Just a little help, something he got more for than the effort. Precious secret medicine, handmade courtesy, anything. Sometimes even slaves with rare abilities seemed to have set up. If research is the work of the devil, this is the devil's deal. Unless you're stepping on quite a few places, the majority of those here are still young students or researchers who lack social experience. You've won too many loads to spare the sweet temptation.

Are you a slave? Looks like they bought it at the city market. Enhance it with suspicious medication and surgery and transfer it to the dealer. Abominably, it was not illegal. Owner's freedom no matter how you treat slaves. That's the same in every country. I try to sell it to others, trying to twist my body around with alchemy. If this was a chimera, a golem, or a homunculus, it could have been picked in the name of the private possession of dangerous organisms. It's a brilliantly punched legal gap shape. How dare you look back at the work of wickedness?

But in the end, that's why they go after the Academy, so the world doesn't know.

What made you go to Ovenil school? Oh, was that what you wanted to know the most? Did the professor tell you about it? Well, that sounds like a quick story.

That was just as soon as I went up to sophomore year. It is true that Ovenil temporarily returned home that your father was in danger, and then shortly after he returned. This academy also welcomed new students back when they were vibrant. Even among the freshmen, the man was rumored. Dealing with him, though not illegal, is dark enough behind him and never speaks loudly to people, but you still wouldn't be able to put a door in people's mouths, would you? A student who was involved with him was telling juniors about it. Did you want to brag about the product you got from him, or did you even take the place of a suspicious conversation to threaten younger people, or did you teach him about the face role behind the school with kindness? It all seems possible, though.

So one of the freshmen got interested in the ovenil rumors. If you pay him, you get cheap slaves of the good stuff. That's what they thought. Yeah, that's right. I'll take care of it, but, uh... when you get a slave who will be the gateway to your desires,

From those who know about him, it's a silly story. Ovenil was Cheng Cheng, indeed a man who had closer proximity to a merchant than a noble wizard. but there was something cynical about the loss for that matter. To those who have little in return, we only give them what they deserve. In the first place, it was mainly used to say that the slaves he handled were escorts or servants.... Well, if asked, there's nothing I can't use, but they also said that the slaves they use for that are not suitable for the price because they are expensive because of the purchase value. Which way, that freshman boy won't get the results he wants.

Of course, the deal was soon broken. The boy is also an aristocrat in this country, which is also familiar enough to face the Academy's board, so it should be a price you can't afford if you force it a little. But he was out of faith that cheap and good slaves were available. Well, if you can help me research the ovenil, you can get it as cheap as you'd expect, or better yet, you don't have to pay. But that would be a harsh demand for a freshman who just got into school a few weeks ago.

If you pulled back with that, everything would have been fine. But that's where the boy met. Not just an object of desire, what you want to get in exchange for anything. Yeah, Mr. Uni - it's his maid of honor.

She was also famous in school. From my eyes, she was beautiful. Sophisticated standing behavior on a neat face. The lack of silent and nibbly affection was a scratch on the balls, but it would not be an exaggeration to softly lean in the shadow of his master and devote himself to the ideal image of a squire who would be fu to the nobility.... As an ovenil slave, I hear you've been following him since he was a child, but I guess his parents were spoiling his son for a long time. Because it was all first-class, whether it was in appearance, in upbringing, and in magic felt by her. I can only imagine that I was blinded by the cuteness of the child and carefully educated after beating up the extra large pieces and buying the finest slaves.

Well, it's his associate. There have been several rumors about her without clapping. Actually, it's a homunculus made by Ovenil, or a fresh golem with a selection of parts from the corpse you killed... you laugh. Such a magical creature is really hooked on sensory magic, even if the signs mislead it on top of its uniqueness. I had actually seen his production. Sure, the object that focused on shaping was just confusing with a real person, but it still hooks you up as a magical creature for the surgical ceremony.

Oh, you missed the point. So I'm talking about a freshman.

He looked at Mr. Uni at first sight and totally let him in. She saw a silver collar showing the identity of a slave in her neck, forgot about the deal she had just broken, and insisted she give it up.

- Please, give her up, I'll never treat her roughly, I'll free her from slavery status if she wants, I mean it.

How dare you, that's what I was able to say with my mouth earlier when I asked you to sell me a female slave for cheap. But maybe that's what love is all about. The shame, the outside world, the past and the future blow up and all you see is who you're dealing with. Because only that feeling can be foolish.

But Ovenil said no awesomely. Earlier negotiations were about the terms offered by the other party, and if possible, there were sections to respond to, but not even this time. I don't just sell her. That was the answer to the ovenil. Professor Graumann, who was pulling him together, also seemed interested in Mr. Uni, but I hear that even his benefactor, the professor, never let him touch his hand. No, I don't think you'll allow the first junior class to do more than that.

The boy has gone upside down to an ovenil answer. In the request - in his subjectivity - he was seen at his feet, and on top of that he made a visible woman serve as a slave, and the thought of turning to her was not singled out and dialed away. In his eyes, he would also have looked like the evil demon king that Ovenil had captured the princess. It doesn't make sense, but I agree with you that Ovenil is a villain. Anyway, the boy who lost me in anger, he suddenly magically shot the ovenil.

but that attack didn't even reach the ovenil. Mr. Uni took refuge, didn't he? She, as well as simply having strong magic, seemed to have excellent magic skills. I say that I aggressively prevented the boy's magic with barrier spells, and that there were no scratches or even clothing disturbances.

It's the boy who can't handle it, right? Because he disrespectfully set up an accidental strike on an upper class, and more importantly, he was sheltered by someone he had just fallen in love with at first sight. I sympathize, even though it's on him.

The boy screamed out loud.

- Despicable! More than that, I didn't expect to shield a woman!

and.

Set yourself up and do what... Is that what they think? But, well, what is. If I didn't say so, would I be too miserable? Assuming that I accidentally accidentally took the upper classmate, that the spearhead turned to the thinker even without trying. Earlier, it was painfully demanding and retreating, and the excessive upside attack did not even arrive. I think his words are like a scream mixed with such guilt and humiliation. Though I don't feel like giving you any more defense.

When I realized, there were a lot of people on the spot. The secret room was the dorm ovenil room. It's natural for dormitories to hear if you make a scene. The boy noticed them, but he rang the ovenil nonsense out loud.

Says he's an undelivered student who spreads bribes, a demon who repeats experiments unexpectedly with people, a colored demon who forces women into slavery and hand cages... well, there were some facts mixed up, but the third word is what I want you to say after you've been omitted.

The ambient air was instantly stained with the color that ovenil was the bad guy. Of course, I'll do everything in my power to agree. It's not on the boy's side of the case, but that doesn't make Ovenil's previous bad behavior a write-off. No one put their shoulders in the ovenil, but they stayed in a very small number. Many of the students who had a good look in his eyes for his convenience were stretched back for fear of being exhausted. Damn, I keep dating just the upper side, so that's what happens. Besides, Ovenil was lending a hand, mainly because of the same Seminar students lining up their desks and some of the demon mentors he sought help with. Naturally, it was the side that did not give way to spills - there were more people who disagreed with ovenils.

In a sinister atmosphere, someone screamed.

- A duel!

- A freshman has challenged the Ovenil Snake Bastard to a duel!

and.

Nothing like that, but the conflicting appearance in a full-blown wild horse doesn't even look like a schematic to challenge a duel. Some of the excited students took the liberty of misunderstanding that.

The freshman boy became more concerned. It was from a loser who was furiously attacked by his superior classmates and prevented by the woman who saw it dyed, to a brave man who turned around and challenged the great evil, that his position changed quickly. I immediately restored the breathtaking elegance of the nobility and applied to the ovenil for a duel.

- The earlier blow replaced the throwing gloves and weakened her power because of her shelter.

- On a one-on-one duel, don't think you have that kind of hand.

Oh, my God, with everything you don't need. I made an attack before the duel. What would you do if they rang a non-? Nevertheless, when people get together like this, there's no way that that scoundrel can escape on a boulder either. He was a man who didn't like to rub things for making a scene, so there's no reason to get into a duel. Still, if you get out front of a crowd that's starting to get drunk on this mood at some point, you don't know what's gonna happen. It could even be a big riot. He would have played that calculation, wouldn't he? Ultimately, it should be less risky to respond to a duel. But if not, because it was his way to avoid decisive things somehow.

I forgot to tell you, this academy forbids private fights. When it comes to fighting between demon leaders, even skirmishes between students can cause harm that doesn't make them stupid. It's not strange that there are dead people out there. So a fairly heavy shanty can come down, because very few people break this rule in the first place. The faculty response was also slow. Besides, it seems that the items and new theories that are sprinkled with ovenil bulk could have influenced the political equilibrium within the school by this time... Some of the boards and professors may have either seen the ovenil in pain in this duel or thought it would be a good idea to be the worst deceased. Even if they don't, they can stall their actions in pursuit of what has gone into a private struggle. Isn't that what you thought? It's just a guess, though.

The duel took place not long after that, in the square in front of the dorm. It was the other side's valve that the opponent was notoriously ovenil, given time he didn't know what to do. Wisdom works for short circuits.

By then the noise had also reached the girls' dorm, so I also took a friend and ran. By then, somehow, it was in my role to clean up the disturbances caused by the ovenil, so my friend took me there so I could pull it off. The first time I heard it, I was surprised. He's a bad guy, but he's like scratching and abusing the law. I didn't think it would cause such a direct and irresponsible situation, nor could I have thought of it as a stupidity to get involved in. However, it is unlikely that the elaborate plan will be ruined by a crude hand. You also felt a dark joy that the time had finally come for that scoundrel to imitate its example. Skynet is restored to neglect and does not leak.

I arrived just before the duel began. The invincible face of the freshman boy is impressive. You were confident. Many of us alchemists lack magic. Originally, it is a business that is not very popular and is not expected to emerge, so it must be something that nature and such people become. The opposing boy, as a nobleman, is a popular magic conductor discipline. It is a category that uses combative magic to develop a common imaginary magician who runs around the battlefield. He's a real militant. There's no way we're going to be late for unprepared alchemists or anything. That's what he seemed to say with his expression in silence.

Opposite ovenil, you always looked the same. Yeah, it was really calm. He had eyes that were no different than those of all time. He had lectures, he had colluded with his alumni, he was interested in reading, he saw the body chopped up, he cut open the head of a living human being, that's the kind of eye he always did. He changes the color of his eyes when the results of the experiment are available, whether accepted or not, or when a new experimental concept comes to mind, otherwise he gets the materials and courtesy of an elegant object. You'll only think about the boy in front of you, if you say so well, about the pebbles on the side of the road. I mean, it's synonymous with seeing us as things that way, too, when we were spending our days with him.

While we were doing that, the duel began. It is an ancient, itchy fulfillment, accompanied by the presence of one person from both sides. A man on the boy's side said something prestigious, but I don't really remember. Because more than that, Ovenil was intrigued by who he put up in his presence. Mr. Uni, what can I say? You have an identity problem, right? There is nothing more to refrain from behind in a place of format. Then who will stand by him? The attendee on the ovenil side was a student of the Department of Precipitation who took part in the example experiment. of that crazy experiment,. They found out I was involved in that, so I guess I couldn't even say I had anything to do with him now. Poor thing.

You heard the result of the duel from the professor, right? Ovenil won. The boy who challenged him was badly wounded. What kind of development? As far as I'm concerned, I don't really want to talk about it, but he really wants to hear from you.... you have no choice.

Even so, I'm not talking about getting into that. The ovenil, right, has been solidifying itself with handmade defensive costumes since normal times. If you think you're slowly sprinkling around economically, you simply had enough inventory on hand to literally sell. Swallowing amulets in the nostalgia is the beginning. Embroidering a protective engraving on the back of the cape that the Academy is paying for as a uniform, wearing a shirt woven with silver thread with exorcising power, wearing early-running magical shoes... it's like a moving fortress or a walking costume fair. I'd like to say that you've been at war with some country about planting that stuff all over your body from time to time. I don't want to admit it, because I did a lot of research in parallel, even with all this stuff in one hand, but that guy, he's certainly just called a rare genius.

Of course, there's no way a freshman's magic will go through with someone who has consolidated his protection so much. No flaming arrows, no wind blades, no thunder whips, none of them worked.... I don't think Uni needed to shelter such an immortal monster, either. Seriously, that's when I cracked it and went in, so you misunderstood that a boy could win if he was an ovenil too. If I say this, should I also say a sinful woman?

What, cowardice? Yeah, I thought so, too. However, what I felt was cowardice that I had the ability to have all this equipment available for aggressive situations. Do you have any thoughts on the method of warfare? It would be natural. We went to the duel dressed up because we were each other. The same was true of the other boy, who used a courtesy for it. The wand that a magician can always carry, this is also a courtesy to assist in the exercise of magic, isn't it? Because what the boy had was also a noble and luxurious substitute. If it is a sin to have a better costume than a man has, I think he is the same.

... Sorry, that's the story again. So it's the end of the duel, huh?

It was a one-sided development. The opponent's magic does not reach the ovenil. It automatically unfolds to the physical barrier even if it is burned and beaten. The magic of the oven is flying there, so it's not something you've enjoyed. Exchange remains. The whereabouts of the battle were more obvious than seeing fire.

Still, the boy didn't give up. You should have surrendered honestly, shouldn't you? That was already in a state where only the will stood. That's obviously the wrong kind of tension. Because if I surrender here, there's nothing left for me. Because you can't come down from a battle that you've wagered on without.... that's the nature of losing a lot of money in gambling. Some battles shouldn't be ridden, and some will be when you should get off, even if you do.

The ovenil had a rare, heartfelt look. It seemed like the most human face on the look he showed. And about the next time I was working on a human experiment, it was a cruel look. Those were bug eyes, weren't they? Face when a small feather sticks together persistently, whether you shake it off or not. He was trying to help you surrender. Because that fits most round. Even so, I guess I couldn't help but be frustrated because the other person is something that sticks to me forever.

In the end, the boy lost consciousness but didn't admit to losing, so a half-dead state of gravity. Although Ovenil won the duel, he was recently expelled after breaking the rules against private fighting and hurting his junior adults. Had it not been for this matter, the slaves in Galerin would probably have died by now as a material for human experimentation.

After the boy who challenged you to a duel? I'm fine now. He initially had the after-effects of healing major injuries magically and was unable to move his hands and feet due to distorted bone shape, but he said that Professor Graumann had operated on him and managed to regain his original body? Ironically, he said the surgery was based on a paper that Ovenil left behind.

Ovenil accepted the disposition lighter than I thought. On the contrary, if uni was made a duel noise dashi, he rarely looked a lot blue though. It even seemed like the Academy had left him, rather than throwing out a toy he was more tired of on the contrary. Alchemist with a large aristocracy may have better equipment if you do poorly, because the alchemist has a tight budget. Right after your father's dangerous and temporary return. He died soon and felt like he was clean because he thought the legacy could be applied.

You wanted to investigate the inheritance of his house? Is his brother that problematic? Nothing in particular? Because I thought it was unnatural for Kirinko, who heard the rumors, to have pulled back slightly? Then this would have solved the question.

That man is just putting it in alchemy. And for that reason, it's a monster that can trump everything else. I merely avoided the detriment arising from that obligation over the benefits deriving from the rights of the Count Principal. Because if you take time for politics and socializing, the key research doesn't go forward.

Besides, there's no way that a man who's always armored himself like a fortress can fail to take into account the danger of competing with his brother on a lawless path? If, as we go on with our research, we really need political power, I guess not.

... It's been a long time since I was going to talk to you. This is also why that ovenil is an indispensable man on the subject, for better or worse - no, for worse or worse. I'm afraid you've been with us for a long time.

Oh, yeah. Can I ask you one last thing?

This is a hypothetical story, but advice in old age.

I think that man, at this stage, is willing to give up the housekeeper to his brother and enter the research as much as he likes. But you'll definitely get tired of doing something about it. He is a monster who has done so much research and has done so much blasphemous research. Unless he stops exploring alchemy, he should do experiments on an unprecedented scale, sacrificing everything if necessary. That's one or two of the Counts, no. On the contrary, it could crush even the country, you know.

... you should make that man a deceased sooner rather than later.

You think this is a joke? I mean it, I am.

For a year, right around the corner, I kept looking at the man's place of business. I would even think about that...

Ultimately, in the lodging of the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren and King's Capital Galerin - the portrait of a court investigator

When I opened the door of the saluted room, I smelled an unknown flower.

The smell is too strong and makes me lose my head. Is it the kind of smell that Yasuku often does? It's a terrible trick to be a paying customer.

Lie down to bed feeling depressed.

The investigation, which took place until I spent my vacation and threw my personal expenses to my neighbour, turned out to be very difficult to deal with.

The issue of the inheritance of the recently deceased Uncle Ovenil. A quick settlement should have been desired by the second son's reluctance to pull himself away lightly from the predicted circumstances of the inheritance dispute, which came after deferring the final decision because of my personal interest. The attitude of his brother, who gives the throne of the Lord to his righteous brother. Too clean. I felt a manipulation there and walked through it until today.

"Did you poke a snake out of it, this is..."

The second son of the Ovenil family, Turius Shrounan Ovenil, was a strange young man the more he knew.

Said he preferred from the masonry of a child to kill a slave.

Says he tailored the slave girl to be a monster.

Says he deliberately created the madman and humiliated the soul of the dead.

All of this is a mystery of a badly crafted strange novel. How do I report something like this? It's an investigation that I started with more force than the original. What happens if you raise a report that is well organized? No, I might as well get blamed for putting unwanted females in inheritance issues that didn't end up being a problem. If I knew this was going to happen, I would have finished everything without difficulty with the scheduled hearing.

As it is, my memory above is worse, and I also buy the discomfort of the next head of the Count family, who has been postponed from office.

Besides, what the hell would this monster, Turius Ovenil, who's been walking around looking into?

The footprints I visited and walked show that, surprisingly, he does little more than touch the law, behind the backs of many of those sour nose incidents. Indeed, the treatment of slaves is left to its master. Trying to freak you out to suffer to hurt you, that's what you're free to kill. He is also in contact with an unimaginable necromancer, but he belongs to a public institution for research purposes, and has requested his cooperation with due process. Dealing with students and instructors was also weak when it came to bribery. The only clear illegal activity is the duel noise in the matter, but the disposition has already been completed within Zanktogaren. Steaming this back also threatens to develop into a diplomatic issue for violating the other party's right to trial.

"Damn, what's all this..."

I feel like beating myself down with this hand a month before I challenged my so-called inheritance permit with a confident face.

At that time, my contemporaneous friends have frequently advised me to pull my hand from this matter, probably because I knew more about the second son of the Ovenil family than I did, even though it was a fragmentary rumor.

I had no idea the investigation I started with just a slight discomfort had such a seed of pain!

You can't let such a dangerous person go wild. Even so, in my view, it is impossible to hunt down Turius Ovenil. Excellence only scratches the smell. And it's unknown how he reacts when he's wounded.

I even want to follow that girl student's advice and charge the church with devil possession and send her to the crematorium. But at the stage his late father brought him into the church, it was Shilo. The same result will await unless you have been possessed again since then or even embrace the priest in preparation for the crime of bribery.

What am I supposed to do?

I can't really come up with a solution to make my thoughts go around.

The feeling of helplessness and incarceration was wrapping my body.

... It even distracts me.

Though consciousness does say that it is, thoughts go in an unpacked direction, as if thoughts do not come together.

After working all night, I feel so drowsy that my head snaps, but nervousness dominates my nerves that I never get to sleep. It looked like that. My eyes only pointed an empty gaze at the ceiling of the room.

…………

Still, it smells bad.

The scent that hit my sense of smell as I opened the door of the room never got used to my nose at all.

The smell of sweet flowers is intense enough to invade the cerebromedulla from the nasal cavity.

The core of my head, paralyzed, goes...

- Hey, good evening.

Suddenly I thought the door had opened, and those words flew in.

It was a young man who had barely stepped into the room, wondering if he was still twenty years old. Nice outfit. Is it noble? And he's a disrespectful guest. Not one of the knocks to visit people, etc... No, wait.

Weren't the doors locked?

"That's..."

The young man took control of me, trying to ask who it was.

"Oh, never mind. Stay at ease. You're tired, aren't you?

A soft voice creeps into my ear. So that the smell that you can stand in this room can pop into your nose.

The tension is resolved. I stopped trying to jump out of bed and sat back down again.

Yeah, let's keep it sweet on his word here. I'm tired, and I don't feel like thinking about it. I don't want to worry about anything.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you a few questions. If you have a question that needs to be answered yes or no, you may just shake your head. I just want to hear your honest and honest words. Are you sure?

I snorted.

"Fine. Now let me ask you something. You came from the High Court of the Kingdom of Arquelle, didn't you?

I snorted.

"Does this work involve an investigation into the inheritance of the Count's housekeeper?

I snorted.

"May I take a look at the paperwork?

I hesitated.

Investigations are confidential.

"… Shall I change the question? Where's the paperwork? Just show me with your fingers."

I pointed to the bag I had placed beside the bed.

The man turns his face back. There was a feminine shadow there. It also seems like she is wearing made-up clothes.

... Maid?

"I don't care about her. Just think about my question. [M] Is that good?

I snorted.

Take that as a signal, the shadow opens quietly as it approaches my bag and takes out a bunch of parchment paper from inside. And he knelt down with respect, and offered it to the man.

"Hmm... which one -"

The man goes ahead and reads the paperwork quickly.

I do nothing. It blurs my head. Only the sound of playing paper sounds monotonous. Spit builds up in my mouth. Swallow that smells annoying too.

Eventually the man who had finished reading the book looked up in sigh.

"And this paperwork, it's terrible content. Don't you think?

I snorted. On the clap, I felt the saliva dripping from the edge of my mouth.

"You are a very diligent and serious investigator. You think so yourself, don't you?

I snorted.

It's as comfortable as being wrapped in a blanket. The compliments I hear in that fall to my heart.

"Can you believe this absurd investigation?

.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I went on tour because of the strangeness of my testimony, but I'm an investigator at the High Court.

I have confidence in my investigation.

"Oh, is my confidence in the investigation a neck?... So when you first heard this story, didn't you doubt your ears?

I snorted.

"Okay - so you thought it sounded like a lie, albeit slightly?

I snorted.

"Could the witnesses be trying to fool themselves? Have you ever thought about that?

I snorted.

He laughed.

"So you don't have full faith in the testimony?

I snorted.

He is smiling.

"Is there room for doubt?

I snorted.

"Talking to people doesn't make you believe me?

I snorted.

"Do you doubt credibility?

I snorted.

"Well, then - you can't raise a report based on such testimony, can you?

Wow, me, me, me?

Me, wow, me, me, me...?

... I groaned.

He made his grin deeper.

"... So these papers are like garbage, right?

I snorted.

"You can't take trash back to your home country"

I snorted.

"Then when you wake up tomorrow morning, please burn it down without one left"

I snorted.

"Let the High Court prepare and submit a report with common sense content"

I snorted.

"Great. Well, it's time to spare you. Oh, a minute after we leave and the door closes, you wake up. You'll forget you met us then, but do what you asked for, okay?

I snorted.

As I confirmed that, someone other than him - I can't figure out what he looks like for some reason - takes out the incense furnace that was placed in the corner of the room.

As soon as possible, that sweet smell intensified.

That's the source of the scent...?

Someone took it and blew it off.

That sweet scent, it thins...

"Good day then. Please keep your word, okay?

They left.

The door closed.

I was bluffing.

I went back to sanity.

Apparently, he was sleeping a little nagging. Is it the fatigue of the long journey?

When I shake my head and get drowsy, I take out the paperwork that was in my bag and reconsider it.

Because I had something to worry about. I am a diligent and serious investigator. I also spent my personal expenses in this country before going to the hearing. I can't help but check if there are any concerns.

"Damn, what was going on......!

Unexpectedly, scratch your head with poison . Look again. Okay.

How could you not have noticed? This paperwork...

"It's a whole lot of cod...!

To drunken rumors, rumors of late dowry receptionists, alchemists futile.

Besides, when it came to content, it was a bad taste and it became inferior.

Submit something like this, it can't be a source of laughter.

"All of it, do we have to start over... I can't help it, as the documents to be submitted will be misleading later -"

The only way to do this is to make up a written statement that says something that is properly unobstructed.

What, in any case, there is no one in the High Court who cares more or less about the barbaric investigation of the nobleman's second son. We're done being flushed from right to left without a big hearing. Young I was outraged by it and demanded an investigation into this inheritance, but the result is like this. My boss will admire me, offend the new Count Principal, and make a fool of me for my colleagues, but I will have to spoil it as a high study fee.

At least, it's better than giving away this piece of paper in a big way.

"... in the morning, let's go throw it away. No, burn yourself."

When I made that decision, I fell asleep in bed again.

Let's get some sleep.

When you wake up, burn down the paperwork that says all the cod out, and let's go home as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the vacation I took for this ridiculous investigation still remains. At least, there should be enough time to make up a common sense statement again......

There was that faint smelly leftover incense standing in the room.