- - Don't wake her up.
All the alchemists who had awakened from the sleep of their temporary death had left their mouths shut.
"You need her (Esteria) to give birth to an alchemist in the new world"
There is no lie or falsehood in that word. But Esterlia was chosen as the First Alchemist because of her youth.
Esterlia became an alchemist just before the Devil's Forest flood (Stampede). He said he was only a 6-year-old at the time. It was the days of harsh reconstruction that awaited her, held by her master, the alchemist, who rode on Yagoo's back and fled to the mountains.
No satisfactory food, no warm beds. Feeling the demon's breath over the thin slab wall, he kills his breath and spends the night. Daytime gathers herbs as they squeeze the demon's eyes and just keeps refining the potion.
Esterlia grew up not knowing that she would play like a toddler or even be sweet, and she never laughed like a teenager.
The more beautiful Esterlia grew, the more heartbroken people were by the poor quality of what they ate and the sadness of the costume they wore.
She is such a beautiful woman. If the times of birth were different, no, if only I had been born in the imperial capital, how beautiful I would have dressed up in costumes and had a rich and happy life loved by everyone.
But she also had a happy time. I have someone I love. In the midst of a tough life, people painted a bright future on her smiling happily. If this girl could be happy, the future of the labyrinth city would surely be bright.
But as if to laugh at it, Esterlia's beloved was attacked by demons and left the world.
Esterlia sinking into disillusionment. But she won't stop making potions. Keep making potions until you run out of magic every day.
Put this land in the hands of men again.
The only thing Esteria can do, inheriting the will of the man she loves, is to make potions.
When more than a decade passed since the Devil's Forest flood (Stampede), the Labyrinth City barely regained its function as a town. The best researchers in Imperial Capital predicted that the size of the labyrinth and the time required to crusade would reach up to 50 strata in approximately 200 years from the Devil's Forest Flood (Stampede). Another group of researchers launched a plan for a storage facility capable of storing potions over 200 years.
They said this verbally. "It's theoretically possible," he said.
Following that theory, a huge storage facility was built in the basement of the Agwinas family, and the alchemists made potions as far as magic could to fill the huge potion tanks housed in the storage facility.
Small but potion storage facilities were built and potions filled all storage facilities, even for the noble families who decided to live in this demonic land as well, beginning with the Schusenwald Border House, which was to rule the labyrinth city.
But the concerns of the alchemists, beginning with Agwinas, do not disappear.
What if the crusade for the labyrinth doesn't come true in 200 years?
What if the size of the labyrinth is over 50 hierarchies?
What if I ran out of potions along the way?
What if the potion storage facility doesn't last 200 years?
The glorious Kingdom of Endalgia, which seemed to last forever, was destroyed overnight.
No matter how good the scholars, they were not so dark that they could be trusted with the words "in theory," etc., of those who had not stepped out of the capital.
Above all, the alchemist's ritual of connecting the vein to the line requires someone to be the alchemist's 'master'.
So the surviving alchemists let everything slip into a single magic formation that Agwinas brought up.
Precision simulation (replica) of The Magic Formation of Temporary Death, once borrowed by Agwinas from somewhere.
The alchemists duplicated "The Magic Formation of Temporary Death". "The Magic Formation of Temporary Death" was complicated and difficult to work with, but still replicates replication. Probably not as effective as the original.
I don't know if I can maintain my normal physical function if I wake up, or I may never wake up again when I sleep.
But they bet on the future.
Every potion storage facility built is full, and there's nothing more they can do.
"Let's fall asleep in another basement built secretly by the Agwinas apart from potion storage equipment, by the magic formations of temporary death. If the magic formations of temporary death had functioned correctly, if the coffin had been sealed and deoxygenated, he would not wake up until the day the coffin opened.
The determined alchemists exchanged their last words in the basement of the Agwinas family that day when they were all ready.
"Put this land in the hands of men again"
"The birth of an alchemist on a new earth."
Among them was Esteria.
This rosy dress is a gift of mindfulness from the alchemists. A beautifully make-up cover would be no less than the Queen's Highness, the Queen of Endalgia.
I didn't know that the first beautiful costume through the sleeve, the first makeup applied and the first femininely dressed spot was in front of a coffin to fall asleep in temporary death.
The alchemists tell Esteria lying in a glass coffin.
"The next time you wake up, a new world awaits you. There's a glorious lucky world worthy of its outfit, worthy of its beauty. Be happy in a new world, Esterlia"
For them Esteria is the same for her daughter.
How inspired I would have been to continue to make potions at a young age in my harsh life.
How heartbreaking that situation would have been.
"Our pitiful darling, our daughter. I'm sure we'll connect the potions to the new world, so be happy when you wake up."
Esterlia answers the alchemists.
"Thank you, fathers. I was happy. Meet your fathers. I could live with him."
After watching Esterlia get to sleep, the alchemists also fell asleep in the coffin.
Agwinas, who remains alone, inherits their will. To the child, to the child.
Protect their coffins and continue to defend their potions with the alchemist who wakes up from time to time.
To bring Esterlia to the new world the beginning alchemist.