She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

One hundred and eighteen

Alchemist's mansion upstairs. When the door was opened, a bright light plunged into the hallway. And somehow I get a unique smell of disgust.

The door was never even opened or closed by a complete cover-up, and Mira and the others broke into the room.

Would it be the ingredients used for alchemy, and the shelves that fill the perimeter of the room are lined with a number of bottles and books filled with something colorful. He also keeps demonic materials, gems, cages with small animals, and somehow sheep stuffed animals.

There was a figure of a man in the center of such a room, in front of a desk set up. Does it look around forty? The person wearing silver edge glasses, whose head was covered in thin, dirty white coat with blush black hair, looked like a researcher.

He's waving a big pot with a seemingly awkward face. The smell seemed to rise from it, and there was something tedious. That's more of a witch than an alchemist.

The smell becomes stronger when it gets closer. Still, Mira and Sasori approach and turn behind the man with a slight smile on his face.

"Don't move."

At the same time involving the man in total cover-up so that no one outside would detect him, Sasori stuck a dagger in the alchemist's man's throat.

The man, who stops moving perfectly, does not raise his voice at that moment and lets go of the stick, which is small and breath-taking. Then spread your hands open so that you can see them, slowly opening your mouth.

"What do you mean? I'm doing my job exactly as I was told."

The man's voice was a terribly calm one. But it's not like calm, it's a pale tone that pushed and killed emotions somewhere.

"Can you tell me about that job?

There was some discomfort in the man's words. But Sasori prioritizes information and says so in a chilled voice.

Then I set aside for a little while, and the man slowly turned to his face. And as I put the figure of Sasori and Mira in my sight, I whispered my eyebrow root,

"You guys... who are you? Aren't they from Chimera?

And I mouthed it and gave a peek at the surprise emotions. Then what do you think, the surprise is contagious to Mira and the others as well. Now I thought it was time to infiltrate the Chimera Clozen executives, but the man called them 'The Chimera People' as if they were someone else.

"Don't leave us with those outside roads."

Before that, though, the thought of it as a hostile hate chimeric closen was irritating, and there was anger in Sasori's voice that he said was unwilling to hide.

"Yes, is it? I'm sorry."

Were you pressured by the temper of the sasori, the man lifts his hands further to show no resistance.

"You're the executives of the chimera, aren't you? Evidence is out there."

"Executive? Evidence? What are you talking about?

Sasori pushing the blade further down the man's throat. In contrast, the man frowns at the root of his eyebrows in such a way that he has no bare hands to be upset and has no idea. And as it was, the sawdust and the man moved into an adhesive state.

"Your lord says you're not a chimeric closen executive, is he?

Walked up to next to the man, Mira broke the silence that ensued. Then the man shifts his gaze from the sasori to Mira, staring straight back at his eyes. And he clearly denied, "If you're not an executive, you're not a chimera," he said.

I can't trust you right away. Because we don't have the art of peeking into people's minds and judging authenticity.

"I ask you one thing, do you know what that stone, what it will be used for"

So Mira keeps asking further questions. On a large desk in front of the man, he asked pointing to the black mist-drifting shards placed there.

"Oh. I know."

With a slight lean answer, the man clouds his expression. Milene, the alchemist's disciple, seems to have only heard that he would be a material for strong martial arts, but at first glance the master does seem to grasp the trait of eroding the Spirit.

"It's the material used by the Chimeras. Are you saying that your Lord is different while you create that?

Mira pursues sin by keeping an eye on the man, undulating, and slowly speaking so.

Shortly after his gaze crossed, the man distorted his gaze and distorted his expression. But when I look again, I breathe one big breath.

"No."

The man uttered the word somewhere painfully, but powerfully. Mira stared into the eyes of such a man, temporarily then turned to Sasori and nodded small.

Sasori then loosens his expression slightly and gently releases the dagger sticking to the man's throat.

But I just let go. The cutting-edge remains pointing. Still, the man didn't look like he cared, he just said "thank you".

"If not, why cooperate with Chimera? It's not for money, is it? Is that why you have to?

Yes, I asked again. Mira's voice has no colour for reproach. But it did not loosen the hand of pursuit, and the words were hit by a man relentlessly.

"Well...... right"

After a slight lean, the man who threw his gaze somewhere far away squeaks so. And he looked at the window with a much more determined look on his face.

"Before that, one. Who are you people? How did you get out of the lookout around the hall? Only disciples and chimeras should be able to get close here."

When a man asks so, he keeps his mouth shut and indicates his willingness not to answer questions either if he does not answer them. The security of the mansion will certainly be tight and it will not be easy for unauthorized outsiders to enter. The man who is the lord of the hall should naturally also know the difficulty. That's why Mira and Sasori, who are here now after breaking through that security net, are anomalies and become the most vigilant opponents for men.

"Hmm, right. First of all, I'm Mira. Therefore, we are working with an organization that uses Chimera as its enemy."

"I, Sasori. members of that organization."

When the two introduce themselves so, the man opens his eyes to a slight surprise. And the next moment, I let a strong will dwell in its eyes.

"I see. An organization against chimeras. That's all I'm doing for sure. It's not strange to have such a thing. And you finally got to me."

The voice of the man, who murmured so like a solitary, was clearly exalted, albeit calm. It is also a different reaction than being relieved by the identity of Mira and the others.

"So, how did you get here? Has anyone noticed?

The man glanced slightly at the window and then said so, lurking his voice slightly. He seems to care about something. If you look, the window curtains are closed. Beyond that, many watches would be waiting.

A man can also send an intruder's signal not to be noticed by Mira and the others. But Mira didn't think so. Because behind the eyes of a man who replied forcefully one word "different," he caught a glimpse of something (...).

"The way I came was a secret. But let's just say no one noticed."

A strange feeling like touching a person's heart. At the same time that Mira believed in it, she stressed that she had not been noticed, considering the man.

Fact is, it's quiet out there, and there's no sign you're searching the hall. This means that you don't have to worry about being talked to by those who breathed Chimera Clozen.

If you try Mira and the others, the power of the silence of Words Lambert is more certain, but it's quicker to use the situation now than to believe in a power you've never seen before. Nevertheless, on Mira's instructions, the power of silence is already working to keep him from screaming, but he won't notice.

"My name is Johann. He's an alchemist used by chimeras."

The man who named him Johan said so with a bitter smile and spoke of the situation in which he was placed.

At first, my father, an aspiring alchemist and master, said he had received a request from the Melville Chamber of Commerce.

Its content is to examine the properties of new materials obtained by the Melville Chamber of Commerce on its own route.

He said that he was entrusted with materials he had never seen before, and that his father was pleased to take them on.

And after the study, the properties of the new material were found. This time, he was immersed in the research on its use again.

Johan was helping his father with his work as an assistant at the time, but he hadn't been able to tell me what it was used for yet. He just heard it would be a powerful weapon.

My father, a great alchemist, said he had developed a number of ways to apply it using that new material. And in consideration, he said he was making a lot of money.

Johann had respect for his father, who produced all that worthy.

But it turns one day into a border.

His father died. Not sick or anything, the cause of death is still unknown, but Johan grumbled, "I'm sure the punishment has gone down," he said.

That's how, after his father's death, he said, he glanced at his father's research materials in order to take over his work and research. It was an important piece of material for an alchemist that my father never showed me in his lifetime.

And I found out the truth. The new material my father was researching and developing, Black Misty Stone, was called 'Erosing the Spirit and Taking Power'.

Materials harmful to the Spirit, a good neighbour of mankind. Knowing that, Johann appealed to the Melville Chamber of Commerce to dispose of everything about these and recover whatever was out there as well as he could.

But the appeal is dismissed immediately. Besides, that day, his wife and daughter disappeared.

And the next day, the Melville Chamber of Commerce told me to 'keep working as usual' and I was given the wedding ring I was supposed to have given to my wife.

He did not know the characteristics of black mist stone, but he was also able to help with processing and refining and grasp all the processes. Johann was still worthy of use to the Chimera Closen and the Melville Chamber of Commerce, even if they disagreed.

I don't know where he is, but he says letters from his wife and daughter are delivered every six months.

What my wife describes is almost about my daughter's growth and the words don't worry. There's always a word or two beside it, a sentence written by his daughter, and Johan laughs lonely when he says that the letters that were awkward at first have gotten much better lately.

With such a slight connection in my chest, I dream and follow one day's reunion.

"That's the only way," Johann, who talked that far, whined and lowered his eyes as if resenting his own impotence.

"I see. You mean the hostages?"

Why Johann works with Chimera Clozen. It was a matter of wishing the captured wife and daughter well. After listening, Mira nods as she is convinced, and turns her gaze to the side of the desk. Sheep stuffed animals were placed there. I'm sure it belongs to Johan's daughter.

"It would be hilarious. Those around the mansion are watching over me, not security. As soon as I get out of here, you'll see."

Johann, who said so, stares abominably at the window. And he continued to grin bitterly that he had asked his disciples to do all his shopping and sourcing of materials, and had not left the mansion in years.

"So, how uncomfortable was that?"

Those outside the mansion seemed not to protect, but merely to watch the escape. Mira is convinced of the situation, remembering when she stepped on the property.

The presence of my father, who was cooperating with Chimera Clozen. After that death, there was a righteous heart, but the tragedy that ensued. He could not escape because he had inherited his business, and he had no choice but to follow his instructions.

Suddenly, that chest, separated from the family, surely no one will guess.

Mira feels pity for such Johan's placed position. So I looked indoors again, and I could see a lot of family shadows there. The materials were lined up with children's books, cooking aprons for women that would belong to their wives, and the wedding ring-like things that we talked about were delivered to a single shelf right next to the desk.

Apparently, the shelf was dedicated to family memories. Mira walks by silently and stares at them. I wonder if I clean it every day, it was much prettier with no dust compared to other shelves considered for work. That's why it makes you stand out extra and feel vain.

"Yes, don't look lonely."

Stuffed sheep somewhere lonely, placed on a desk. Mira, who held it up, stared at its loving face and spoke to either side about Johan.

"Um, what's going on?

Second, Sasori speaks up like that. Turning around, a glimmer of tears was telling Johann's cheek.

"No, what. I remember my daughter talking to a stuffed animal like that."

Johann, staring at Mira holding the stuffed animal, said so with a slight smile, turning back and hiding his tears. Sasori muttered "Sooka," watching over its back.