The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

"The western tower is where the eagle woke up. I went to the northwest tower that day, but Franz didn't want to move there, so I decided to go for the temple."

Mariella and Yurique, who were able to pull Donino up with a rope of strings and rendezvous safely, exchanged information while returning to the southwest tower where they thought it was safe to eat.

Donino, who broke up with Franz, went down the southwest tower to the second floor. I guess I tried to explore around the west tower where I woke up. He went north first to reach the west tower and was on the ground floor by rope, coincidentally around noon.

"I didn't know there was a monster that would eat anything like that. We had to move more carefully."

According to Donino's story, that hungry black spider eats other demons without sight. When that other demon shows up, he ignores Donino and hits the black spider.

The fear is its appetite, and no matter how much demons you eat, there's no way your body will grow bigger, or how hunger will fill you.

"Because they ate each other, I survived."

They say this is just about the time to eat up the demons that were the Lord and become unable to move because they themselves are eaten by demons.

The way Mariella and the others saw it, missing legs and body, seems to have been an achievement eaten by demons. Still, that black spider never dies, and he keeps eating the remains of demons there and waits for the night.

"On the contrary, not at night. The demon will stop the activity and the black spider will come back."

A fountain was provided on the first floor of the west tower, but it is said that a soft black demon springs up through the water intake. And the black spider that absorbed it rapidly resurrects by making up for eaten bodies and broken hands and feet. The speed of the resurrected black spider is fast, its attack power is enough to devour all the demons overflowing on the ground floor, and its minutes are bad in Donino, which has power but is inferior to speed. Most importantly, no matter how hard I beat him or how much he shrugged him, he would always come at me as if he didn't feel any pain, so I can't deal with him very much.

The black spider can open the door to the room, but he can't open the door to the entrance where the tower door and “necklace" were located. But there are no doors on the first floor of the west tower, so after eating the remains of the trees and insect demons in the west tower, they were eating and vandalizing the room that accompanied the corridor.

"The necklace is asleep during the night, and I can't seem to open the door to that room, so I drilled it into the necklace hedge during the night, and I was going to get out, but it's stiff."

The blow heard by Mariella and the others was the sound of Donino trying to break the “necklace” hedge. Although the most “necklace” covering surface was tough as steel, it could not be destroyed.

At the end of the night, the "necklace" wakes up and the caterpillar demon strikes. It's a good time, but if you bowl the caterpillars and black spiders together, you can escape into some room while they're eating each other.

Within a while of the end of the night, the demons of the trees sprouted rapidly and grew into great trees, and the demons of the worms swept away from the eggs and feathered and overflowed the ground floor. And the demons and black spiders start eating each other. They used to repeat this regeneration and predation every day.

"Hey, it's been a long time since a decent mess tasted good."

With that said, Donino wears on the demonic meat cooked by Mariella.

The two girls looked at each other for a while and then strayed from the topic that seemed to shift to food.

What was Donino eating in a place full of trees and insect demons?

He seems to be in his late thirties, but he smells so old that he doesn't feel uncomfortable when he says he's 50, and he's a wild feeling Donino. I don't know what to eat if I have to, but I don't want to hear about that.

"Anyway, I'm glad Mr. Donino is safe. And then if you can find Mr. Grandl…………"

The only thing I haven't found yet is the Grand Dollar. If they each woke up in another tower, the Grand Dollar should have been in the east tower, but where the hell are they?

"If it's the Grand Dollar, it's probably there"

Remove the foldable telescope from the tool bag lowered by Donino to indicate around the west tower through the window.

"Wow, really..."

"Outside, it's water? Can you breathe?

In the courtyard near the eastern tower, alternately confirmed by Mariela and Eurike, the Grand Dollar was boarding, the Raptor-loaded box-shaped armor sinking in the water, wrapped around the box-shaped armor like a giant snake-like creature.

A demonic fish swims up next to it.

The upper body of the snake, which was wrapped around a tuna, cuts off the water and eats it into the torso of the fish.

"Wow, Eurike, that"

Receiving a telescope from Mariella, Eurike checks the upper body of the tunnel-wrapped snake to get a sigh of relief.

"Yeah. That's a subspecies of Lamia. I think it's a pretty good superior species, like six arms..."

Its length would reach upstairs loosely even with its lower body wrapped around a box armor with a grand. Was Lamia such a giant demon?

"The demons won't be eaten by the black guys during the night, but that Lamia was protected by the Grand Shield and it got so big. I guess the Grand Dollar is still wrapped up..."

"Donino, is he going to kill him?

"Alone, you can't. I need someone to stop the movement. If only Edgan were here."

Eurique and Donino to think about. That Lamia seems to be a pretty strong demon.

With Edgan, they can handle it, but if Edgan leaves the northeastern tower, a large number of black demons will push him from the north, where his defense has become thin. Can Franz hold out on his own?

"If it's a snake, there are a few potions that might help......"

Mariella's proposed potion is something that produces an unpleasant smell of snakes, drives snake organs that detect vibrations, and takes away body heat to blunt movement.

Although they are all for snake demons living on land, this lamia is probably habitable both on the surface, and because of its face, it may be identifying its prey not only by vibration but also by vision. Besides, it's a superior species, so it's unknown how effective it's expected to be.

Most importantly, there is a slight lack of material, which is unlikely to be available on the west side.

"Either way, we have to move to the east side. Rest here till sundown, and when it's night, we'll move."

"I get it."

Eat when you can, sleep when you can.

With warrior-like judgment, Mariella hastily retrieved the beads of the porch to Donino, who tried to fall asleep and fall asleep on the spot.

"Mr. Donino, this. I think it's the bead of Mr. Donino's memory."

The beads of memory taken out by Mariella are chic pearls of brown and koji tea in a more calm shade than Edgan's. There are about two.

"Beads of memory? What the hell."

Mariella tells me what she's been up to and makes me listen. We still don't know exactly what conditions will restore our memories, and that it will certainly be better for everyone to consolidate and sleep, in which case Mariella and the others will peek into Donino's past.

"I see. But, miss, you've never seen people's memories before, have you? I'm gonna throw in some extra stuff."

Donino receives the beads of memory from Mariella and slips them into her pocket.

"I rest alone in the right room. What, it's not all good to remember. You don't have to go back to one or two. It doesn't make a difference."

When he said so, he opened the north door and disappeared into a nearby room.

(This, Mr. Donino's? … no, this is that dream……)

Eurike and I, Mariella, who fell asleep in the west tower, were once again in that forest.

- Hey, hiccup. ――

- Don't get tired of it, it's something that comes a lot. ――

How many times have we met the Spirit of the Lake?

Other flaming spirits didn't think of this flaming spirits that way, though they hated this job of living in lamps and going through the woods as boring.

Whenever I thought I would meet the Spirit of the Water, I quickly felt that I would cursorily continue through the dark woods, and on my way home I was returning to the city while I remembered what the Spirit of the Water looked like.

By this time, the places where humans live were too crowded to call them villages.

I don't know how much time has gone by, that makes absolutely no sense to the Spirit of Fire.

If food is not available or you get tired of being present, you disappear from the world and return to the earth's veins. That is what the Spirit is, and what arises, what exists, and what disappears are all equally worthwhile and at the same time equally worthless.

Originally, it doesn't have a body of meat. It can arise, it can change, it can disappear. Though the consciousness changes that time, it is to the extent that, if you compare it to a human being, you said you remember yesterday's meal or not.

But there are also spirits who rarely find a base.

The Spirit of the Holy Tree, for example, resides in the twin leaves of the newly sprouted Holy Tree and exists together in this world.

If the Spirit does not dwell, the Holy Tree will not grow, and if the Holy Tree withers, the Spirit will disappear again. Although the rarely mature Spirit of the Holy Tree may exist alone away from the Holy Tree, it is an extremely rare example and is unlikely to be a concurrent Spirit.

Especially the Spirit of Fire, easily transportable and whimsical, as shown by the event of fire, is one of the few that continues to exist in an extended way. Its few spirits were very rare because they inhabit the volcanic craters that never burn out or the rivers of Magma that lie deep underground, its flaming spirits that continue to exist as they roll over the city's lights.

Although the Spirit of Fire had not noticed itself because it was usually lurking in the lights of a small town, for a long time, the Spirit of Fire had ceased to exist in such a way that it disappeared and disappeared with a breath of the Spirit of Water as before.

So we can even exchange words with the Spirit of the Water while the humans perform the ritual.

- A city of people is funny. ――

For the Spirit, it is difficult to distinguish between an adult and a child, although it is difficult to distinguish between individuals, because both people and other animals only have a degree of difference between walking on two or four legs. But the Spirit of Fire had also become interested in the life of man as he continued to exist to meet this Spirit of Water.

I thought I lived in a tree house full of gaps so that I could easily burn it down to this point, but now I live not just in a tree, but in a stone and lacquered and hardened house, and the only place where the Spirit of Fire can live is by the lamp, the Kamado, and the fireplace. In the mountains a little further away, there is also a large kiln that somehow dissolves iron, which has recently become a popular spot among the fiery spirits.

The Spirit of Fire joyfully talks about the process of baking bread in which puffy dough swells fluffy and looks delicious, about the festivities where people surround the big fireworks and thrive, and about the battles of the warriors who repel the demons that strike the city with one hand with pine lights.

The spirits of water living in this lake heard such stories of the Spirit of Fire with a serene expression.

- If you can be so sweet, I can be merciful. ――

Smile so, and the Spirit of the Water draws the dark filth that people have brought to the lake.

"I………. …… ta………. …… Nye '

Human life is very lively and the change is remarkable. Joy, sadness, anger, and suffering can only be understood as emotional changes for the Spirit of Fire today. I watched the season shifting, but I was just looking at people's transition with interest.

Of course, there were a lot of things that were not good for human emotions. That kind of thing comes together and has a bad effect on humans and the world as filth. It also withers crops, drives the weather crazy, and causes plagues.

Humans seem to see only those who are dull or have special abilities, and the Spirit of Fire always helps them when they are dull.

Sometimes, of course, there is no power.

Even today's filth is right.

A terrible disease broke out and people threw up blood and died.

A mother who guides a young child who is left behind, spitting blood.

If you don't want to die, you tremble sick.

The merchants who sell their medicine and the cured wizards who destroy their profits.

People who do not know that healing magic will heal even the demon, drag out the remaining health of the sick with healing magic to prolong their suffering if only the upper side is healed.

Eventually, people's anxiety turns to anger and fangs to the sick, to a plague that will never heal and wield ferocity.

A young child who is bruised to death by a sick person who is burned alive, as a child of the devil.

Even healing magicians and alchemists who have seen sick people are stoned to death when they are demonized.

"It hurts, it hurts, I don't want to die"

There is no way that a magician, a spirit, can do something about such an annoying cry.

At the foot of the Spirit of the water, the ark with its filth sank into the lake.

Deep underwater with no bottom view, to slowly return to the world.