"Shit, really?
Mariela raised her face to the master's words.
The look on the face of the master, who sees Mariella in tears, is somehow steep.
"Ah. But, Mariela. If anything (,,,,,,,,,) that connects you here is weak, you may not be able to come home."
Mariella, listening to the Master, stared at Sieg holding his hand and, after closing her eyes for a while to remember something, replied forcefully, "It's okay" with Sieg staring again.
Sieg, who was watching Mariella like that, nodded at Mariella and they stood up,
"Please, let Mariella help her friend."
And I lowered my head to Frazija.
To Mariella and Sieg, bowing their heads with their hands together, the master gave a slightly troubled and lonely look, "Follow me," taking them out to the heavily raining backyard.
"Shizukuishi of life dwells in all things and returns to the earth's pulse around the world. That's why you ask the pulse."
Under the periphery of the Holy Tree blocking heavy rain, the method conveyed by the Sage of Flame Disaster was such an uninterrupted one.
"Mariela, your" line "is fatter than anyone else's. It means it leads to the roots of the world stronger than anyone else."
The more the scenery can be seen, the more intense the rain, the master's voice is transmitted without being undone by the sound of rain.
"My" Line "..."
Mariella, who closed her eyelids in the rain, asks herself.
"Line" --that's a skill tie. It's something that takes root in your own backbone. Exploring what she can do to herself, Mariella looks inside her tiny body and inside.
"You'll see we're connected. Always follow the connection that inspires Shizuku. To the roots.
To Shizuku of Life itself -- "
It rains.
It's just, it's raining hard.
Usually, I can clearly recognize the boundaries of the world because of me, but now that I stand without an umbrella in the heavy rain, my hair, clothes, body, and everywhere are wet, and the boundaries between the world and myself seem to be blurred because of the rain grains that fall from next to next.
If there was a wave of swinging seaweed that recognized the world and the self, would it feel like this? No, a cloud drifting through the sky might be more mixed with the sky and boundaries are blurred.
Poopy.
I feel a drop of falling rain grains.
Potsy, potsy and large droplets of water swoop into Mariella, passing her hair through her clothes and dripping and falling to the ground. Water droplets dripping from the sky, or Mariela, stain the earth and dive into the back of the earth. As if Shizuku of Life were returning to the earth's pulse.
—— Mariela, where did that rain come from --?
In a world dominated by rain sounds, the master's voice is heard.
—— Sora.
From the thick clouds of the high part of Song.
Oh, that cloud from the ground looks so soft and delightful that you want to jump in, but it's different nearby. You were a nesting box of thunderstorms with so many rainfall grains that it was going to fall zero and a raging, crazy thunderstorm --.
—— That's right, Mariela. That came from the sea. Blown up in a whimsical breeze, holding lots and lots of water, see, I can't hold it anymore.
It'll keep raining like the bottom's falling out.
You know what I mean? Mariella.
Only slightly in the clouds and rain, but the Shizuku of Life is mixed.
Every grain of rain falling outside and inside this city should feel very nearby --.
—— Yeah Master.
Rain grains, round, round.
Even though it's all coming, the rain grains are spread out in the wind.
Oh, I can see the mountain far down. The ground looks very close.
Hit the roof of the city, bounce it with the leaves of the trees, and the rain grains are there and here, so full of them --.
Even though Mariella is in the backyard of "The Leaked Wood Day," she seems to be wide and thin in the city and in the rain that falls outside. The rain is so intense that the earth is stretched with a membrane of rainwater that it runs low, and it seems to be in the water, even though it is on land, due to the appearance of rain that is shining in the air. Now the fish are going to be able to fly in the sky.
—— Mariela, where are your friends --?
—— Dear Cal, where is Cal --?
No matter how much the city is filled with rain, Shizuku of Life is really thin, and Mariella, who follows Shizuku of Life, seems to be everywhere but only here.
Even though I feel the whole city wide and close, I can't see it clearly anywhere.
—— Mariela, what kind of guy is your friend --?
--Master Cal is gentle. She's beautiful and she's like a princess, but she's strong. I make all kinds of drugs and I want to help a lot of people. We made all sorts of pills together --.
—— with alchemy skills --?
—— Yeah. The line isn't connected, but I think Master Cal is an alchemist.
So I'm sure you want to connect the ground to Cal.
He wants me to make potions.
Oh, right, right, right. It's Master Cal.
That's Cal.
Dear Cal, where --?
Mariella's magic power refluxes through the line.
It teases, mingles, and blends with Shizuku and spreads into the rain grains that surround the city.
Po Po
Before falling to the ground, the flying rain grains.
Spread something small and small, like looking for someone, and fall back into the earth and return to the vein.
Has anyone noticed that droplets start dancing? Such a slight change is dispersed in the fiercely beating rain and no one is sure to notice.
The only thing I noticed was the rain grain itself, I'm sure.
"Found."
Fluffy, even though the body is definitely here, it's like the contents are not here. In that way, Mariella shrugged.
Caroline woke up in a dark, stone shaped room.
The surrounding air is limp and a little chilly for the body used to the summer heat. Both the stone table where Caroline was sleeping and the nearby stone walls are moist and wet. Maybe it's because of the rain water because I can hear the rain in the distance.
"Wake up, Cal."
It was her well-acquainted person who called out to Caroline who woke up her body.
"Brother………"
Caroline asks Robert, who sits in the corner of a narrow stone room.
"Brother, please explain."
"You've been calm, Cal. They were after my life."
Caroline looked around where she was without the wind to worry about the shocking dialogue Robert told her. It's an old stone room. It may have been built around the same time Esteria slept in the mansion because of the stone. I guess the stone table where Caroline was put to sleep is the one where she puts something on her luggage. Caroline is long enough to fall asleep on the side, but shallow in depth, and if she hits the back of her sleep, she's going to roll off.
Robert sits on one of the sturdy boxes on the corner floor. Maybe the stone table where Caroline was lying is where she puts that box.
Is this room a secret warehouse or something?
Maybe it's the basement because the lights are just illuminated demon props and there are no windows, and you can see the steep staircase of gradients behind Robert.
"You had this secret basement at home."
"Uncle Lewis, this is where I taught you directly from above. I don't know your father."
Do you want to tell her that no help is coming, or that Caroline is just so relieved by Robert's response affirming Caroline's words?
(If this is your brother's secret place on the edge of the Agwinas, there's no one else.)
That's what Caroline deduces, who knows her brother's character.
Robert is brilliant, but I don't know, he's very focused, or he has a troublesome personality. For example, he is strongly obsessed with matters relating to alchemists that the Agwinas have been protecting for generations and does not like to let outsiders in there.
Even with the development of new drugs, the alchemists who called in from Teito were asked to help, but it seemed like they would tie everyone up with a spell.
The place about alchemy that the Agwinas family has defended may be described as a personal space for Robert, who only wants to let his perfect understander or wholly in control enter.
He said this basement was a place his father Royce didn't even know about. If this was an important place for Robert, he really wouldn't have even wanted to hide Caroline. On the contrary, there is no other place, and there are no collaborators to rely on.
(For a long time, your brother didn't have any friends……)
Caroline thinks that if her brother hears about it, she turns her face bright red and talks a little hard for about an hour.
Caroline knows her brother well. My brother is very good, and therefore has the character to push ahead without a doubt with the answers he has derived. If you've discussed it with others, you'll also open up a different perspective, the clumsiness that it can't do. Something priceless and cumbersome, but actually very sweet.
"Your brother helped me."
"You... it's not good for you to get on."
I suppose she felt comfortable with her sister. Robert replies to Caroline's words with a gentle smile.
"For the alchemists even the Labyrinth Crusaders will take their place, etc... Moreover, the potion will be commercially available, etc. Schusenwald, what are you thinking?
"Well, brother. You were reading my letter."
Caroline looks back at her angry brother like a smile. I said to my sister, "What are you so comfortable with? You know what I mean," continues Robert.
"Thank you for making too many potions available on the market for alchemists! Doesn't the army mistake the alchemist for something!?
It's too soon to start commercializing in the first place. It is not necessary to have a production and sales system in place. We're going to transform the power structure that Yagoo caravans have brought. You know that!
This is why we're not talking about a soldier!
Robert's story contains a lot of delusions because the key alchemist (Mariella) himself repeats the unlikely mass production of the potion, but does not even question the making of the potion itself, and every day, he lives a large healthy life angry with his master or laughing with his fellow Sieg or "Wood Leak Sun" companions.
Problems with commerce, however, were targeted as a suitable successor to a clan that had managed the potion for a long time.
Over the past 200 years, the Labyrinth City has entrusted all kinds of goods to Yagoo merchants across the mountains, the cost of which is enormous. It has brought significant benefits to a number of territories on the roads of the caravan.
Not only did the villages along the streets flourish as accomodation towns, but the well-maintained streets were used to boost inter-territory transactions. Located at the branches of the streets leading to the Labyrinth City and Teito, the Count of Bellato Territory, etc. flourished not only as a trade between Labyrinth City and Teito, but also as a transit area for the Rock Wheel Autonomous Region carrying high-quality weapons and protective equipment to the Imperial Frontier Bo Territory, which is located as a wall to protect the Empire from the fires of a small group of nations.
The streets are already in place, and although the potions will not affect the Rock Weil Autonomous Region of the Dwarves, which was the closest to the labyrinth city, i.e. the furthest and most despicable from the imperial capital, and the merchant flow through Count Bellato territory, their profits will be greatly diminished if the carriers of the labyrinth city do not go through this mountain street and through the demonic forest.
Since the commercialization of potions is an object that repaints the structure of rights that traditional merchants have brought, there is no way that the disenfranchised can remain silent, even if it is a reform that is only profitable for labyrinth cities.
"For those who are all over the rights of Yagoo caravans, alchemists are in the way, Cal. It doesn't matter to them whether the labyrinth is defeated or the Alchemist is born again in this land."
Caroline thinks you're a sweet guy to pick a word for Robert. Robert is terribly angry, but that anger has nothing to do with Robert. Because he's angry that alchemists and Caroline are in danger.
"Yep. I understand. Dear brother."
Robert connects his words to his sister, who replies with a constant smile.
"You're going to protect the alchemist, Cal. The heart is right as a member of the Agwinas family and proud as a brother. But what you stand up for and protect is not the alchemist, but the honor and body of the Labyrinth Crusader."
If the Labyrinth Crusader has the alchemist, whatever assassin is released, he will show it through the guard. Even if the result is to trap the alchemist in a high tower or deep hole. But if we do that, inhumane treatment and the Schusenwald Border House and the Labyrinth Crusaders could leave stigma behind.
That's why we need to let the city know that Caroline, who plays the role of 'alchemist', is acting freely and voluntarily cooperating with the Labyrinth Crusaders inside and outside the city.
Caroline's desire to “protect the alchemist" is used to protect the honor of the Labyrinth Crusader, not the alchemist.
That's more than Robert could forgive.
"Thank you for worrying, brother. Still, I want to do my job."
Even so far, Caroline doesn't change a single expression or will. Who does this stubbornness resemble when it comes to being a calm and refreshing beautiful courtier?
"Cal, it's not worth your life."
Robert manages to find words to stop his sister. But when Caroline stared at her brother with her strong eyes, she continued.
"Dear brother. The Agwinas family is a lineage that shelters alchemists. It would be natural to stand on the arrow. If I gather my eyes and one day the labyrinth is defeated and the alchemist returns to the overflowing city, the alchemist who survived the flood of demonic forests (Stampede) can live in a new world as just an alchemist."
Yes. That's Caroline's wish.
I want to sell Mariella and the potion for two someday in "Wood Leak Day" again.
It doesn't have to be the only special store. One of the many other potion shops is fine.
How many rival stores there were, no one else would lose if Mariela and the potion she makes. It's that warm sun. It doesn't come on days when people go on and on.
Mariella is a valuable alchemist, but her identity is just a commoner. If they were festivals, if they were to attract the eyes, and if they were to be used as tools of politics, they would not be able to live freely.
It is the mission of the Agwinas family to protect the Alchemist.
"Cal, you are……………"
Robert first understood Caroline at this time. I knew Caroline was collecting all sorts of magic props and herbs to make medicine. When I was a young girl, I followed my brother and brother. I thought you were doing your own mess.
But it wasn't. She had the blood of the Agwinas and was rightly an "alchemist”.
Of course, there is no contract with the vein. I don't make potions or anything just because I possess skills. Skills, however, refer to the likelihood of soul and flesh.
If you don't have a potion, give me medicines that can heal people.
That must have been very natural for someone with alchemy skills.
How can I deny my sister the Alchemist's “Agwinas” decision?
"... Okay, Cal. Then I will help you as an Agwinas."
"Thank you, brother."
Caroline looks sincerely happy.
(My life is only a few moments later. But at least let me just protect Cal.
Robert grips and prays on his left wrist, engraved with a flame engraving. Whilst the whimsical engraving of the Fire Player Sage is a convenient item for a limited time, it does not diminish life or longevity.
Cal's thoughts could be known. Let's just say the two trenches have been filled, and the time has come to rally the power of the Agwinas family, who have been holding onto the Alchemists for 200 years.
Only one unfortunate thing, Robert's grand misunderstanding left only one thing to be done.