The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Hi, everyone, I'm Mariella.

I'm in the reception room at Cal's mansion right now. Is it the reception room, this room? It's huge. A table full of sculptures in a splendid bench. There is also a fireplace, but this one is full of sculptures. I also have paintings to decorate. There are many pictures of flowers and landscapes, but there is also a picture of a single fruit. What a fruit, it's the first fruit I've seen, but it looks delicious.

The carpet laid on the floor is also splendid. It is a textile yet intricate pattern. Must be expensive. Is it good to come in with earthfoot? Though you are all earthly.

I have a chair available in the corner of the room to sit on, but this chair is also a shark. Awesome cushion. When I was jumping with Pom Pom on the seat, Sieg standing behind me put my hand on my shoulder and scolded me for being "quiet". I'm sorry.

In the middle of the room, Cal talks to someone who looks like a prince with blonde hair. They both seem to be picturesque beautiful men and women watching aristocratic romance stories. Princess-like people talk to each other with a smile, but Master Cal has a very harsh face. It doesn't even look like a tangled love drama if you just look at it there. You can't help but look rugged.

Because this room is full of armed soldiers.

After his spare time, Mariella sat in the chair in the corner of the room and let her legs plump as she drooled out her unpleasant commentary in her heart. Behind Mariella is the Siege of the Guard, and behind Caroline is also the exclusive maid and escort, but there are several elites of the Labyrinth Crusaders standing around the two of them, so it would be to the extent of pre-construction that "I allowed the escort to be present," such as Siege and Cal's escort.

It was only a few moments ago that we moved to the reception room. Mariella and the others, who enjoyed the welcome at Caroline's workshop, noticed the noise outside the room. One of the maids came to inform Caroline in a lot of haste. Cal explained to Mariella with a very confused look when she heard the contents.

"Mr. Weishardt of the Schusenwald Borderline House is here. She came to investigate something... Tell Uncle Borderline to gather all the rebels from his family to his guests to his youngest son."

When I went outside the room following Caroline, there was a blonde, prince-like man standing at the entrance to the mansion with several soldiers.

This person would be Weishardt.

Somehow, a soldier who blamed Mariella for walking to near the entrance following Caroline said, "Family? Or a merchant? You're this way," he tries to take me to another room.

"He is my guest. I don't know what you've come to do to us, but you're irrelevant. I will not tolerate rough imitation.

To Caroline covering Mariella, she said, "Guests?" Weishardt sees Mariella in a long way. I don't know what else to do. Mariella is full of commoners in her outfit and face, and she doesn't look very much like a guest of the Agwinas family. Even the outfit of the servant may be more expensive as a costume. Speaking of the delivery girl who came to deliver the herbs, I must have been convinced.

A soldier by Weishardt slaps him in the ear. Weishardt frowned slightly, "What if Caroline is the daughter of a drugger? I've heard."

"That's right. Mr. Mariella is a certified pharmacist in the Guild of Merchants Herbs department. The identity must be guaranteed by us and the head of the Hermella department."

Of the Labyrinth Crusaders, but also in front of the Schusenwald Border Uncle. The rights of ordinary people are terrible. Caroline desperately tries to protect Mariela.

"If you're a friend of Caroline's, we can't be unobstructed. You guys be polite. Don't be rude."

In response to Caroline's wish, Weishardt's eyes, who instructed him to treat Mariella politely, had a color of agitation, but Weishardt never expressed his own heart in words and deeds, and none of them noticed his agitation.

The family seemed to be gathered in another room, but due to Weishardt's unclear attention, "If Caroline's guest," Mariella was sitting back in the chair placed in the corner of the reception room. I guess it's the one called special treatment because even Sieg, the escort, is allowed to be present and carry a sword. Because they are surrounded by the most elite of the Labyrinth Crusaders, even if Siege or Caroline's escorts break out, they will soon be suppressed.

Caroline's conversation with Weishardt is not audible with some sort of inhibitory magic. Maybe you can eavesdrop on the magic of Listening Ears, but Mariella doesn't imitate not reading the air that much either. Mariella is getting hungry as time passes without knowing the situation. It's dinner time. If I don't make the potion for today, I won't make it to the delivery at night. Or will I be able to go home by delivery time? I think I'm worried about the Lynx.

Grr.

Mariella's tummy rang. They didn't hear the conversation between the two of them, but they heard the belly sound, and a soldier nearby gave Mariela something like a big cookie when she explored her pocket in a mess. He tried to split it it with Sieg, but didn't want it. For some reason, Sieg talks to soldiers all the time about "my kid is a swimmer".

The cookies I received are very tasty with plenty of nuts, dried fruits and honey, but they are a little stiff and crusty whether it is a preserved food.

Caroline softened her expression by holding a cookie with both hands in the corner of the room, looking at Mariella, who was crunchy and slightly grasping, and looked rugged in the middle of the room.

"Speaking of which, we didn't even serve tea."

Did Caroline regain a little extra space, or when she smiled like a lady, she gave instructions to put tea in a maid who refrained behind her.

Unfortunately, however, the news came to Weishardt before the tea was brought.

"We have discovered a workshop for the manufacture of new drugs in the remote basement, but we do not see the current owner, Robert Agwinas. There are no signs of escape from the mansion," he said.

"Dear Caroline, is there no secret way out or hiding place in this mansion?

Caroline answered Weishardt after a few thoughts.

"I have heard that there is a secret basement, but the location is only known to generations of masters."

"Hmm, so you know your predecessors?

"Father, can Royce have a proper conversation………………………"

"Can I see you?

"………, go ahead."

Caroline and Weishardt took their seats and by the time they came back for a while Mariella had finished eating her big cookies. My stomach swelled because of the cookies, but the cookies in the preserved food were dry and my mouth was full.

Coming back, Mr. Cal's eyes are a little red, like after he cried. Weishardt also had a bewildered face, walking around the reception room with his left hand against his chin.

When Mariella looked at Weishardt and Caroline wondering what had happened, she had eyes with Weishardt. Waithhardt watching Mariela still.

I wonder if it even comes with cookies, and Weishardt walks over to Mariella, where she rubs her mouth.

"You did say Mariella. By referring to you as Caroline's friend, I've been doing a little research on you. He's an alchemist around the Imperial City, and he's an excellent pharmacist. I'd like to borrow your wisdom for a moment."

d to the civilian Mariella. Weishardt's sparkling prince Aura is bad for the heart.

"Ha, ha, yes. It's Mariella. Uh, um..."

When she stood up properly, Mariella grabbed her skirt and bowed. Are you going to Cartesian?

"You don't have to be so nervous. What, it's not a big deal. Looks like Caroline's father is sick. I need wisdom if I don't have a cure."

(Dear Cal's father......, that's why my eyes were red earlier...)

Caroline is a friend. Even just now he covered me up. I don't have any idea how to cure my heart disease, but if I can cure it, I want to cure it.

"I don't know if I can help you."

With Mariella and Siege the Guard answering her lack of confidence, Weishardt headed toward Caroline's father's bedroom again.

It was a dim room. The windows draw thick curtains, and besides the small lights on the table next to the bedroom, they don't even come in the moonlight. There was one man lying in a big covered bed.

Is the old man standing with a soldier just outside the room a family order in this house?

As Mariella was in the room, Caroline's father Royce, lying on the bedside, opened his mouth.

"Hikari... Hikari..." "Hikari..."

As he reaches for the light that plugs in from the hallway, and at the same time escapes, Royce becomes familiar. Arm as thin as a dead branch wanders inside with a different movement from left to right. I don't see it well with the thin lights in the room, but Royce's face looks left and right as if he was someone else.

Even though it's the same face, it's like the left and right have lived another life.

Mariella, who saw Royce, stood up at the entrance to the room. The face is stunned.

"Why…, why, are there both of you?

When Mariella shrugged unexpectedly, Royce's face lifted up slightly, staring at Mariella with a different look from left to right.

It's not because of the cookies I just ate that my mouth is rusty.

Mariela swallowed the saliva, remembering her thirst.