"Esteria, Esteria, Esteria"
Robert, who used bandits to escape Nielenberg, escaped to Esterlia's sleeping basement.
Robert leads to Esterlia's coffin.
Are you going to betray the thoughts of 200 years of alchemists and open the glass coffin to awaken Esterlia?
Robert, however, stared at her in the coffin and did not open the coffin because he had repeatedly called her by that name.
There is only one entrance to this basement.
This room was the end of the line, the starting point of the awakened alchemists, and also the end point of Robert, who dedicated everything to Esterlia.
"Esteria......"
Robert just keeps calling her name and staring. How long has it been in this basement like time has frozen?
Robert slowly raised his face in the footsteps as he opened the secret door leading to this room and several humans descended.
"Welcome to the graveyard of the alchemists in the diaspora.
Robert stood up as if he were a ghost and welcomed the Weishardts.
"Robert Agwinas. You know the charges. I want you to come with me."
Weishardt speaks out.
"Robert…………"
"Brother."
"Cal......, Father? Have you gone back to your sanity? How………"
Robert's eyes capture my father, Royce. Robert knew the state of Royce better than anyone. Things that are no longer possible, such as restoring sanity.
"Is that so……, Alchemist! Again, he was still awake! Where are you?
Robert screams like crazy.
"Brother, no more! If you speak properly, Mr. Schusenwald Borderline understands!
"You know what? What? Talk now! Always keep making demands!
How ready we've been for 200 years! How many thoughts have I made potions with!
What do you know! How do you know! They haven't been making potions for you guys!
Esteria's! For Esteria! If you know what I mean, send the alchemist over here!
I need it, for her, Esteria! For Esterlia to wake up!! To take her to a new world!!!
Robert stands to shelter Esterlia's coffin behind his back. From that body a black curse drips down and swirls as if to protect the glass coffin.
But no matter how much Robert tried to work out the curse, before the elite of the Labyrinth Crusader who had laid down a curse serpent king (King Basilisk), such as a curse specific to his compulsive subordination, which was also not a combat position, the curse was fogged with a blow from a soldier who popped up with one of Weishardt's eyes, and Robert twisted both arms behind him and was defeated to the ground.
"Let go, let go, let go, let go! To her! Touch her ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!
She's gonna wake up! A new world! Just as everyone wished and dreamed!!!! "
"I can't ………"
Did the little leaked Mariella whine reach Robert?
Weishardt, who was beside him, asks "what's the meaning of this".
Mariela stared at Esteria with a terribly sad face.
"Because that person is no longer..."
Realizing the meaning of Mariella's words, Weishardt walks over to a glass coffin once and hands on a hanging cloth with an elaborate rose embroidery hanging from the coffin.
"Stop it - YEAH!!!!!"
Robert screams into the basement.
of Esteria sleeping in a glass coffin under a removed hanging cloth,
Lower body collapses away,
From the hem of the flat spreading rose dress,
The salt was spilling.
This room is a dead end.
It was where Esterlia's story ended.
Mariela has no idea how long Robert has been aware of Esterlia's death. Perhaps he understands that Esterlia has already 'returned' and that no matter what magic medicine he uses, he will never come back.
Even if he recognized it, if he understood it, he couldn't accept it.
Because if you accept it, I'm sure you'll stop.
There are several empty, sealed coffins rolling in this basement.
Seeing Esterlia get a permanent (Towa) sleep in a glass coffin, Mariella is not so stupid that she doesn't know what she did.
Perhaps the magic team of incomplete pseudo-mortem sleep will have what consequences.
That's why the master burned the magic formations of the sleep of temporary death directly into his brain from when Mariella was a young child until she made many simple "transcriptions" of the magic formations and gained resistance, and Mariella wrote them up precisely as if she were depicting a magic formations that were 1 m long. The slight distortion was due to the fact that the deviation had unfortunate consequences due to differences in the size of the dots and the angle and length of the lines.
I'm sure the alchemists who slept in the coffin knew their fate.
To take her to a new world.
Robert's words must be the thoughts of the alchemists who sleep in the coffin. If you look at Esterlia's sleeping glass coffin, you'll know better. Glass degrades. The glass in the abandoned factory where Mariella made sheet glass had deteriorated to white and shattered. How long has this glass coffin been made of high-quality materials and advanced technology, such as enduring 200 years of exposure to the lights in a basement without sunshine?
I'm sure you wanted to see her again.
If I could wake up without being able to exchange words with my sleeping girlfriend, I would have prayed to see her at first sight.
For that, it must be a glass coffin.
Believing in Esterlia's awakening and happiness in the new world, the records of the alchemists, who martyred to a fate that did not know how many days later they could live, were passed down from generation to generation to the Lord of the Agwinas family.
Not a single alchemist could wake up without mourning his fate, saying he kept making potions until that time when his life would be crushed.
How can I interrupt that thought?
Take Esterlia to a new world. Even if I never woke up. That's all the Agwinas have been doing for 200 years.
If you don't have a potion, dye your hands contraindicated. If the labyrinth is to be buried.
"But, Robert, the thought of the awakened alchemist is that life belongs to him. And those of you who sacrificed new drugs. It's not good for you. [M]
Robert laughs at Weishardt's words to distort his face. His expression tells me he knows that by the way. Robert says.
"Without an alchemist, you would have known about the ingredients and continued to use new drugs.
After dropping off Robert, who could be drawn off by the Labyrinth Crusaders, one soldier asked Weishardt for instructions on what to do with the glass coffin.
"Leave it like this. Until the new world came, I asked him to manage it."
Royce was deeply headlined by Weishardt's discretion to bury him in a new world.
Hearing the upside of things from Royce, Caroline stared at Esterlia, who would go to permanent sleep. Mariela grabbed Caroline's hand.
"It's okay, because that guy got back into the ground properly. I'm sure you've met your loved ones."
Lewis said it when he left Royce's body. "Esteria".
Mariella thinks the Agwinas family's thoughts have been properly conveyed to Esteria and she's come to pick up Lewis. And the alchemist who could make potions in this labyrinth city bit his teeth all the time that he was really alone.
Only Caroline's palm, who gripped me back, was the only one in the cold basement that was plumping Mariella.
The snow falling into the labyrinth city continued to sink as if to fill everything, swallowing both sound and scenery.