The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

"Whoa! Let's free up some more time before we go in for lunch."

Mariella hastily controls Eurike, who lays his hand on the door.

"Mr. Donino, he said to come to lunch properly. I think that's about lunch."

If you say so, you say so.

That's Donino's advice that went ahead of this door.

Didn't you just inadvertently open the door and get chased by a caterpillar demon earlier?

The two decided to spend until around noon in a nearby room.

The closest room to the west tower was also still the alchemist's workshop.

The affluence of the owner is questioned by the fitting of the book on the bookcase and the chair with the cloth on it.

The extreme would be a stone workbench.

The lysate of the slime used by the alchemist leaves a burnt mark on the wooden desk. When it is made of metal, it quickly becomes rusty, even if it does not require a solution of slime.

Workstations made of stone are the most durable in handling the lysates of slime and various corrosive materials used by alchemists.

However, it can also be luxurious as stone, such as stone slabs with one side exceeding one meter, which can be quite expensive for an individual to own. Mariella does not need an expensive stone workbench or anything else because she works in the Smelting Space, but it can also be considered an alchemist's gift.

Mariella just saw something in Cal's workshop.

(Nevertheless, the construction of this workbench……)

The legs of the workbench are decorated and can be seen at a glance as expensive.

But it doesn't stick.

(The thickness of the stone is not constant... The plaster that's stiffening your legs? Lacquered? Is it adjusting because it looks like it? And this glass is also a little colored with air bubbles)

All the items in this room, which should be lined with expensive items, are as low quality as the ones in the labyrinth city.

(Here, I guess……………)

Mariella doesn't give a floating answer to her mouth, but looks at the courtyard through the window of the room. From the elongated window of this room, the view of the courtyard and the temple appears sumptuous beyond the water.

Pompous and something like a grain of air flows across the window.

It's like running through a window as rain grains are blown by the wind on a windy rainy day.

Several or several muscles, as they flow to draw a slant to the window, merge along the way and turn into large grains.

After some merging and growing into barley grains or so, I swim out of the window.

(That's the demon baby......)

Are translucent demonic juveniles eating starches that are clouding the water? The water outside the window is cloudy and the translucent little juvenile fish can't go anywhere.

(If it's true, it's almost dawn, right? Are demonic juveniles born in the morning...?

Mariela is about to fall asleep while I think about that.

Whatever Eurike is used to running through the Devil's Forest day and night in the Black Iron Transport Corps, there's no way Mariella, who moved around all night, isn't sleepy.

"Mariela, I'm gonna take a little break. I'll wake you up at noon."

"Yeah……………."

Mariella lays in the long chair of the room, prompted by Eurike.

The salamander wrapped around my shoulder is pompous and warm.

Mariella was only finally asleep when she slept in the bench, looking blurry at the magical juveniles who were born one after the other swimming away.

It was deep in the woods.

Were the trees this big?

Was it so dark at night?

A line with a hood at the depth of his eyes was walking through the woods.

Should I say that I wrapped a cloth around it rather than a hood?

The clothes of the people going to the woods were too simple to call clothes.

Are there only twenty people? To the voice of a barking beast in the distance, to the sound of an owl winging overhead, a line trembles and moves on.

Even the moonlight blocks the periphery, and the bushy grass blocks the movement of the dull compared to the beast.

If I came across a demon, would I be grateful?

Terrible, horrible night forest.

From night, from the woods, from demons. It would be the lamp listed by the person leading the way that protects people.

Carefully crafted candles that select ingredients to keep the fire from extinguishing for a long time can be a mere offering to the Spirit of Fire.

Now, it was the little flaming spirit that was lighting the end of the candle in the lamp.

The spirits that soak up the flaming hair and burn in the lamp seem to be quite young individuals in terms of size. I'm totally tired of the view of the forest that will never change, yawning boringly after fuzzy, and every time the flames are going to shake and go out.

Whether you see such a spiritual appearance or not, the person with the lamp seems desperate to take the spiritual mood by chanting something every time the flames shake.

- I'm bored. I know what everyone said about quitting. ――

Whilst complaining, the Spirit of Fire waves his right hand to get rid of something snugly. Then he was in the direction where he waved, and some beast ran away into the woods.

Beasts and weak demons fear the flames. It is so believed that there is a Spirit in the flame and that it is driving away the wicked.

This Spirit of Fire also seems to be doing a good job of complaining.

A few short breaks along the way, the line continues to walk to the back of the woods. When the sun came up and he revealed himself, he found out that they were dressed in a cloth that was severely skinny and could not even be called clothes. Although the weapon you wear is metal, it emits a blunt light and seems to have a very bad cut.

I don't suppose they are slaves.

He also carries a weapon, and he even wears ornaments made from bird feathers and beast fangs and bones.

This is a very, very old memory.

No magic, no technology, no knowledge, nothing developed, memories of such old times that people have survived in detail in the protection of the Spirit.

Two people along the way were eaten by demons and left one seriously wounded in combat.

The Spirit of Fire watching such a thing from inside the lamp stopped swaying at random and protected them with a small, but strong light.

That's how the line seems to have finally reached its destination.

The deep forest suddenly marked its end. It was a beautiful, clean lake.

I don't see any rivers flowing in or out of here. The thick surface of the water, which also seems to be a large puddle, mirrors the surrounding forest.

Even though we can't see the water coming in and out, the water is very clear and even the fallen wood that sinks in the water is going to count.

The little fiery spirits stared breathlessly at the center of such a lake.

- Oh, my God, beautiful. ――

It must be the Spirit of the Water, who presides over this lake. Neutral face, hair like snowmelting water that flows saggily. The eyes are a light and gentle light water color reminiscent of the bottom of this lake.

Because of its standing, it was thought to be a powerful spirit that arose long before the Spirit of Fire.

Blinded by the Spirit of water, he left the flaming Spirit, unable to move, on a rock near every lamp, and a line of men purified the simple altar set near the lake to offer offerings, and began to festive somehow.

I guess the priest is the one with the many decorations who was leading the way.

Say some words of prayer and some take over the chant.

Whoever withholds behind shall take out from the luggage he brings a box which is strictly sealed.

People don't seem to notice even though the lid is overflowing with black bits from the gap.

He may not see the Spirit of Fire, or the Spirit of Water.

When the priest received the box and opened the lid, there was a white change or a black dot floating inside, eaten by insects and containing several crops that had rotted away, as well as something bigger than the flat hands wrapped in a curse cloth.

- It's a crop disease. And...

The Spirit of Fire understood why a line of priests came here at their peril.

"…………………………. hi............ i................... …………

I wonder if the whispers of the black jaws will not be heard by the priests. The demon who rotted the crop alive and, as a result, the body of a starving dead baby. The body appears to be containment with a spell cloth that gathers resentment from the starving dead. The minds of the sick and the hunger of men mix to shape this black potato.

They came here to mourn the catastrophe that struck their village.

With a venerable gesture, he puts it on a small boat that has prepared its overflowing box of black potatoes, and to the priest who flows to the lake, the Spirit of Fire looks worryingly at the Spirit of Water.

Powerful, clean water has the effect of not causing fouling, and if you accept fouling and purify it and return it to the world correctly, you can do it to the spirits and trees and creatures of water that accept and slowly circulate the world, but for a period of time until it is purified, they become fouled themselves.

It is in the hands of the Spirits of Fire that these poor quality obscenities are condemned. Bake and purify with a strong Fire, and return everything to ashes. After you've killed your powers, you just have to slowly return them to the world. Of course, I'm not equipped for little flaming spirits, such as the power to purify so much filth.

The boat with the crop pathology was carried to the center of the lake, where the water spirits were, even though there was no wind, and sank into the lake as if a hole had been drilled in the bottom.

"………………………. Moji............ i................... Hih............"

The black filth released into the lake scattered thinly in the water, and at some point it disappeared and became invisible after being stuck with the fish that had gathered. It must have spread widely to all the creatures living in the lake.

"The calamity of our village is paid for."

"Crops can be cleansed"

"The ordeal leaves"

Mouthwatering people. When they again took the lamp where the Spirit of Fire lived, they turned back in the original direction.

- Hey, you okay? -

The Spirit of Fire who guides the Spirit of Water with his hands on the glass of the lamp.

The water spirits did not answer the little flaming spirits that were about to be wiped out with a breath of water spirits, but smiled at me with a very gentle look before disappearing into the lake.