I was swayed by a wagging carriage.
He returned from the magic labyrinth to Charles's mansion in King's Landing.
I still wanted to dive in the labyrinth, but this year is coming to an end.
As expected, we can't celebrate the New Year in the Labyrinth.
"I'm home."
"Oh, welcome home, Alphonse. How was the labyrinth?
"It was fun, brother Ars. Fighting a lot made me stronger."
"Sounds like it. Let me talk to you again."
Mr. Ars welcomed me. [M]
It looks like I've been here the whole time I've been in the labyrinth.
I didn't expect to stay here long in Brilliant Magic Land.
I think it's quite unusual.
But I was throbbing when I wanted to talk to him in the labyrinth. [M]
I'll tell you a lot of things at dinner today.
(Hey, Alphonse. What the hell is this?
(What's wrong with this one? This is brother Ars. He's my brother, the king of the kingdom of the sky.)
Sky kingdom? A country I've never heard of. Still, is this the king? Ohhhhh)
-What? Mr. Ars is always kind.)
(Really? Well, I guess that's because you're my family. It's unusual for someone to smell blood like this.)
(What is the smell of blood? Or do you know the smell of blood on the sword, Norn?
It's when I'm meeting with Mr. Ars. [M]
Norn spoke with his thoughts.
I will return Norun's words with my thoughts.
Looks like Norn is worried about his brother Ars.
I was just saying something weird.
I don't think it smells of blood, but what are you talking about?
(You idiot. Who do you think I am? No one's louder than me about blood, Alphonse. I swear to God. This guy sucks. It feels like you can smell so much blood if you kill so many people.)
(Well, Mr. Ars has always fought on the battlefield. I've never lost before)
(I guess. This guy only smells bad. Well, that doesn't matter. Instead, drink his blood. That way, my magic might be restored)
"Hey, what's up, Alphonse? Did something happen? I suddenly stopped talking."
"Oh, oh, sorry. Um, Actually, I have a little weird request for Mr. Ars... Ah, if not, it's fine at all."
"Please? Fine. I'll ask Alphonse for anything."
"Really? Well, can you let this sword suck your brother's blood?
"... what? Oops, what is that?"
Interaction with Norn seems to have delayed the response to the Ars brother in front of us.
I'm going to ask you what's going on, Mr. Ars.
Make such a sudden request to your brother Ars.
I didn't know what it meant to give blood to my sword.
If someone suddenly told you that, you might wonder if that person's mind went crazy.
I'll explain a little more to my brother Ars, who is surprised at my request. [M]
I found the Magic Sword Norn in the Labyrinth.
It has been abandoned for many years and Norn's power has fallen.
And by capturing blood, your strength returns.
"Heh, you have a strange sword. Fine, I'll give you as much blood as I want."
That's how Brother Ars cut his wrist with a sword.
I cut my wrist and spat with a sword called the slashing iron sword that was tied to my brother Ars' waist, and I bled very rapidly.
I think too much.
Although I was surprised at the sight, I tried to catch the blood coming out of his wrist with Norn's sword and let him suck it.
(Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell is this? Wow, Alphonse. This is superb blood. Both the quality and the amount of magic are the best. How long has it been since I drank so much blood? Uh-huh. Too good.)
The magic sword keeps sucking blood out of your brother's wrist.
It was a strange sight.
The blood that touches Norn is absorbed more and more, so the floor is not as wet with blood as it looks.
Norn seems to be smoking every drop he misses.
And Norn continued to raise his voice of joy.
I've been drinking that blood all along, saying it's good.
Along with that, a change appeared in the sword.
Norun's sword body, which was red and black, changed to bright red, or blood.
"Is this okay, Alphonse?
"Thank you, brother Ars. Enough is enough. I mean, is it okay to bleed so much?
"No problem. Healing, slowly. Yes, it's back to normal."
I kept bleeding for a while, but my brother Ars, who decided it would be enough, used Healing .
When I cast a spell, the scratch disappears from my cut wrist in no time.
Maybe the lost blood is back.
Normally, he won't recover that much, but I hear that Mr. Ars is good at this [recovery].
Meanwhile, the blood that fell on the floor was cleaned up neatly with the magical [cleaning] of life.
(Phew. That was good. This is exactly what the superb sweet dew is.)
(Yes, thank goodness, Norn)
(Oh, thank you too, Alphonse. But I didn't expect you to have such acquaintances. I thought it was a bad one at first glance, but I didn't think so)
(What the hell is that? Mr. Ars is a good man.
Are you sure? Then why is he lying about you being his own brother?
(... hah? What are you talking about, Norn? I'm your brother, Ars.)
(That's a lie. You're being deceived, Alphonse. He's not your brother. I've been drinking a lot of blood so far, so I know. I assure you. He's not Alphonse's brother.
(Cut the crap. I have a good joke and a bad joke. Besides, it's because Brother Ars is not my brother.)
(I see. To put it bluntly, your original.)
What do you mean, the original?
(Alphonse and Ars' blood are identical. You were built by this guy, right?
... what are you really talking about, this guy?
Built?
Am I supposed to tell Ars about your brother?
Suddenly, Norn said something meaningless, and I stopped again in front of Mr. Ars.