Sword Whisperer

"... I never thought I'd get seven broken ribs. It bothers me."

Mada has a difficult expression as her arms and legs face a warped rib disease. The role of the rib disease was not just to escort him, but also to help him with his job. Thinking it would only take a few days to fix these seven, it was twisted in many ways.

Did he say he was going to kill you? '

But if I really wanted to kill him, I would have damaged that double rib disease, not the seven. Mada didn't find a reason to kill K'Shatu until she took that risk. It was obvious that he would be the one to follow, but K'Shatu's injuries were such that he had to take care of himself for a while, and by the time his body was restored, everything would be over.

Above all, he didn't like K'Shatu. The title he had was lost a long time ago. Through her humble appearance, which reminds me of my youth, Mada was able to recall me from a brief but pure childhood. It was good to see that K'Shatu was saved in return.

Mada glances at the rib disease for a moment. Two per rib disease and fourteen per rib disease were repaired. And he soon began to habitually move his steps somewhere.

Mada Porter.

No one in the Potter family doesn't know that name. That is not simply because Mada Potter is the son of Erhen Potter. Despite being the son of Gaza, his deeds, which forced the Potter family to expel him, imprinted his name on all Potter's alchemists.

Rumor has it.

Mada Potter studied 'Homunkulus'.

Even mentioning it among alchemists was taboo. A human made by human hands. The blasphemy was not a big problem for alchemists. Their god was the truth, not someone beyond the sun.

But experimentation inevitably required material, and it required many failures to succeed. And the Homunclus experiment, where the human being lives in the material, was of course forbidden.

Every Potter's experiments made the number of people sacrificed impossible to count by hand, and the Potter family was unable to carry him. And he was banished. Everything known about him so far, they were actually missing the most important thing.

Mada Potter is not just studying Homunkulus.

After so many failures, he eventually opened the door to success.

He created Homunkulus.

"......."

The pace stops. Mada looks down at a woman lying on a coffin. It's a face I've seen for a very long time. His face, sometimes filled with love and sorrow, sometimes with resentment, sometimes with emptiness, was still beautiful and longing.

"It will be over soon. Rosie."

Mada felt that my voice had really dried up. Every time I saw her, the boiling emotions and fuzzy foolishness I felt were long blurred. The love of the century ended up being a tableware, and his love was nothing more special than the rest of us.

On one side of my heart, I hear such a voice. If you don't love her anymore, if her absence doesn't bother you so much, why don't you quit before one more sacrifice happens?

But after years of entering into that voice, Mada could not give up.

The reason is not in love. For the reason of saving her, for the cause of love, he has already blown too many people's lives on the experimental stage. Now that they've come and given up the experiment saying that love is cool, what is their life for?

'I've really become a monster. Rosie.'

When did life become merely an ingredient?

Now it's a topic I don't want to worry about. Mada turns her head from Rosie. His gaze was on the girl who was staring at him with a strange expression.

"... How do you feel, Ezel?"

"No, I don't feel like it."

Ezel said quietly. Her voice was empty. As for this alchemist who bought himself, Ezel had neither favors nor hatred nor resentment. She wasn't even grieving.

"There's nothing better than dying. I thought I'd finish it, so I'd be more comfortable."

"People often mistakenly think death is a terrible thing. It's not just wrong. But for some..... those who endure more pain than death every day, there is nothing as sweet as the word" end. ""

"… well, I don't know what I'm going through."

"I promise."

Mada smiled.

"The end I will give you will surely be better than death."

Mada looks back at Rosie, saying so. Rosie is Homunkulus, the life he created himself.

…… Correct. He is a creature he created himself. But I can't say it's life yet. Rosie's body is just an empty shell, and the forgotten soul in it never finds itself.

Mada has been studying where Rosie's soul is and how she can come. And the conclusion he came up with was really simple. Rosie's body didn't contain Rosie's soul, all he had to do was build a body, not a soul.

To complete the Rosie to its true meaning, you must cultivate her soul. But if so, what materials do you need to develop that soul?

'The soul is bound to owe it to the soul.'

That's what Mada concluded. But that was not possible with any soul. The soul, once its basic color, had to resemble that of Rosie, and most importantly, it had to be empty like a blank sheet.

It is impossible, of course, to save an empty soul. Then there was only one thing Mada could do. Save a little less soul and empty all that is in it.

Ezel was the best material to make a pure soul. Having never escaped misery in her entire life, she was not full of notions of happiness that could not be erased with a bright attitude.

Mada remembered Ezekiel's eyes when she saw my father sell me for a few pennies without hesitation. Her reality was at the bottom that could not fall any further. To the extent that emptying the vessel of my soul sounds like a blessing, she can no longer have any foolishness in the world.

That's right. Mada is using Ezekiel's tragedy as she pleases. Tempting her with her wounds, making her give up hope.

But for ugly reasons, I've taken too many paths to stop.

What needs to be done is clear. He empties Ezekiel's soul and summons Rosie there. And breathes that soul into Rosie's flesh, reviving her to mark the end of this long journey.

Then he will be free.

At least, enough to condemn himself.

§

"... Porters, they're moving like there's a lot of fire in their footstools."

Muñet said. She was recently tracking the path that Porter's alchemists were moving. It was Van's quest.

"But in many ways, I don't think I can feel where I'm going, even though I know who I'm doing it for. I don't think it was Porter."

"..... you told me last time. There seems to be a seedling relationship between Porter and Prince Avon."

"I don't know the details. I just heard that people who carry alchemists' books often meet with Avon. I don't know if that alchemist kidnapped Ezekiel, but there's nothing I can do with that information right now."

"Thank you. I'll be in touch as soon as I know where Ezekiel is."

"......."

"Why?"

"No, just. It's weird because I want to."

Munet shrugs.

"The guy who said he didn't want to form an inspection group, he changed his mind, and the first thing he did was save a girl."

"It's not just a girl."

Van said without hesitation.

"Brotherhood."

"...... Isn't the family standard too low? This way, you'll have to accept and protect everyone who comes to the Inspectorate."

"Can't you do that?"

"…… that's something no god can do. And you can't be God."

"You're the one who advised me to create an inspection team."

"Yeah, but it was for you, not for one of these bitches."

Munet stares straight at Van. Is it a blemish or an idol? Muñet's gaze on Van looked as if he could not be counted by human gaze.

"It can't change the world, saving everyone who touches the eye."

"I'm trying to create a world where everyone knows how to help my neighbor. But I can't really help that neighbor? I'm tired of sacrificing a cow for a dog. I'll keep it all."

"..... What a wonderful thing to say. But it's hard. Can you keep that to yourself?"

"I didn't do anything confident. But thanks to you, I came all the way here. Thank you for your help, Munet, but that's all I'm thankful for. I won't tolerate crossing this line anymore."

"I wasn't trying to cross the line...!"

Muñet raises his voice in an instant, and soon shook his head with a sigh.

"All right. I'll tell you what. Let's talk about Ezel. Are all the inspector's friends looking for Ezel?"

"Yes."

"But I haven't even found the right footprint yet...?"

"I wouldn't have taken that kid so far away. Just seeing K'Shatu right now would mean he's around Citadel......."

Van grumbled and said. And it was that moment. Munet frowned and asked.

"…… While inside Citadel, does it make sense that hundreds of inspectors can't find it even if they search?"

"It doesn't make any sense..."

"…… Ah."

It was that moment. Munet looked back at Van with a sigh. Looking at Van's puzzled expression, Munet sighed once again. "

"Ah!"

§

"......."

Ezel looks at Rosie's sleepy face quietly. She was a pretty person. I don't understand why Mada would try to save her life like that. Of course, Mada said in my mouth that I don't love her anymore, but I really wanted to. Sometimes guilt is designed to deceive oneself. Because of the many sacrifices I made because of my love, it was not unusual for Mada to be able to acknowledge my love.

"You must be happy. You're happy. Someone's trying to save me like this."

"Because even my father abandoned me."

"…… it wasn't surprising, but I just realized it at that moment."

"The person who can be loved in the world is set from the beginning."

"Unfortunately, I wasn't born to be loved."

But Rosie was in a situation where she had to blossom life on the corpses of so many people for the sin of being born to be loved. What would she look like if Rosie woke up and found out about these facts? Ezel didn't have much time to die right now, but I still wanted to see his face once.

"Every time I die for you, you take care of my mother. Thanks to you. Thank you."

"It's close, you know."

"Do you..... want to live?"

It was when Ezekiel was having such a one-sided conversation. I started to hear footsteps from the stairs. Ezekiel hid himself in shock. But it was meaningless. After a while, the man who appeared in the cavity looked right at Ezekiel.

"…… even a child like this."

It was a voice that sounded complicated somewhere. Ezekiel lowers his head slightly, hiding behind the pillar, and hides himself again as the man stares at me. Fortunately, the man was not the kind of man who was interested in her.

"Every. Where is it? I have something to tell you. Mada!"

His voice echoed in search of Mada. But Mada's voice was not heard, and in the end, it aroused the company's patience.

Show yourself, Dada Potter!

It sounded the same as before, but it sounded something inherently different. As soon as he hears it, he feels the creeps on his forearm, and Ezekiel lowers his head slightly. And it was that moment. Mada rises up like a ghost from the bottom of the cavity.

"…… You didn't even have to use the Spirit, degenerate."

"Shut up. Do you have any idea how much risk I'm in here now? I'm sure I told you to periodically report on the progress of your research."

"The study is in its completion phase. After emptying the Soul Bowl, we will summon her and then enforce the spiritual union."

"I don't care what happens to your woman. What matters is whether you can guarantee success or not. He is waiting. We can't wait any longer!"

"…… I understand. If so, for the sake of research efficiency, Abbon will protect his home."

Abon grinds his teeth, staring at Mada with bitter eyes.

"…… I will never forget your arrogance."

Avon leaves the cavity with an angry step. Mada laughed. After all this, he was determined not to go into the future. That kind of intimidation had no effect on me.

"..... you must have been surprised. Ezel."

"Is he...?

"Yes, Valagot Avon. You are the prince of this country."

And perhaps, one day, he will be king of this country.

Speaking in a dry voice, Mada shrugs.

Mada is secretly supported by Avon.

The support also includes providing shelter.

Avon had a great place to hide people.

And so now Ezel and Mada are in Pluto.

"When I was a kid, I wanted to be a princess..."

Ezekiel mutters.

She's dead. I won't be a princess if I wake up. The role of a man was set from the very beginning, and the role given to her was to live an unfortunate life and become a sacrifice for a beautiful woman like a princess.

Ezekiel thought it was upset, and told Mada without feeling the thought I felt. Mada nodded, hearing a story full of fools about life, and said it was not time to empty her soul yet.

Ezekiel still has a day to live.

Does that mean she still wants to live?