The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

"It's no use threatening me."

But Mariela responds to her master at her usual rate.

"Our realm and nothing, this is the memory of the world, right?

As the answer showed to be correct, the room, which was dark, was lit one after the other, and the sieges, as well as the room where the books filled the walls, appeared to be back on track.

"Mariela!? This is it?"

The most responsive to Mariela's answer was Zeke, who looked around in surprise from where she entered the library. I guess his "Spirit Eye" didn't look like just a pile of books around him.

"Yeah. Probably, Sieg.

I don't know how you did it, and I don't know what's going on with the Spirit of the Lake right now, but it must be a memory of the world (Acacial Records) and the Spirit of the Sane Lake. Memories of Luroperja, the spirits of the lake that govern the land pulse of the Devil's Forest. "

The moment Mariella uttered the name, how the wind blew through.

The lock was correctly given and the door opened.

The book placed here fell apart without being able to fit in the bookcase, and the wind broke the page and flew away many times.

It is as if the leaves of a tree are being danced away by a gust of wind blowing through the trees.

Unexpectedly, in a strong wind, Mariela and the others closed their eyes unexpectedly, and when they opened again, it was not a place like the library they had been in, but deep in the woods.

The trees of the Devil's Forest, which Mariela and the others know well, twist their trunks and branches in pain, and the leaves of the trees are somewhere dull and dim, but the greens here are stretching straight for light, and the hearts of those who see them in the deep green seem to be washed away.

Spread out in front of the mariellas, surrounded by trees, is a mysterious lake that is badly shrouded.

The lake surface is as if the storm was lying earlier, and there are no waves, reflecting the surrounding forests as if they were spreading beneath your feet.

A lake lying in a deep forest.

It seemed a much more normal sight of nature than the Devil's Forest, but more mysterious in the eyes of the Mariellas than any of them.

"This is where I sought…………"

"Franz!"

Euriquette appears on Franz's arm as he walks out toward the lake. Franz, taking his hand and returning it sane, said, "Eurike, I'm sorry. I'm fine," he snapped, but his eyes couldn't get away from the lake, from the shadow that stood precisely at its center.

"Leuropardja. Long time no see."

The voice of Frazija, speaking to the Spirit of the Lake, sounds happy and sad.

Mariella felt kind of very uncut about the look of Frazija, who turned her back on the Mariellas, although she could not be seen by anyone but Lyuroparja, standing by the lake and reaching out.

- Of the flames, did you use them for me long enough?

Quiet voice. Straight hair like a waterfall that flows down the rocks like a thread extends to the surface of the lake and is integrated with the water, adding to the neutral face that is neither male nor female.

Not all the filth had been attacked, not the first clear shade I had dreamed of, but the hair dyed in a deep color that seemed black or blue like the spiral of the night, seemed to Mariella to give Rüloperja a living temperature somewhere rather than a tasteless object like clean water.

Leuropardja's eyes, reminiscent of the deep abyss that is about to fall, reflect Fresija to Mariella, and Zeke, Franz and Edgan in turn.

- With the Son of Man, hath he deceived this uncleanness? You've always liked people.

"Yeah. It's my apprentice and his people. You know that, don't you? We're all very good kids."

Long time no see.

Quiet lakeside, two worlds...

A delicate glass-finishing sight that seems unacceptable to disturb any number of people, likely to break just by getting close.

It was our Edgan, after all, who broke and broke in the air that seemed to even forget to breathe without reading it at all.

"Uh, is that beautiful of yours, Frazija's sister or something?

That's erotic gun. Apparently the most important thing for him is Leuropardja's gender and relationship with Frazija.

"Air read, Edgan."

"Really, it's a sauté."

"Life is about giving up."

Frazija looks back at Edgan as Zeke rushes into the stop and Eurike sends an icy gaze and is stabbed to the stop by the Grand Dollar.

"The Spirit doesn't have a gender."

The smiling look was Mariella's well-known master's face, and Mariella was very relieved as to why. What brought this smile to my mind is that if you don't read Edgan's air, Edgan's monkey attributes are quite useful as well.

"It is painful to interrupt the meeting, but can you explain it if possible? Even if this is the memory of the world, it's not a champion of understanding."

It was Franz who went on to say that he was fortunate that the air in the field had changed. The words often contain a tribute to the Spirit of the Lake, Lyuropaja, and Eurike, who holds that hand, looks up anxiously at Franz.

"I didn't even say it was an explanation. Um, Mariela, don't explain it to him."

Perhaps if you try Frazija, the Franz aren't pinned down to see what they don't know. For her, it seems that neither here nor the world in which people live are equally commonplace, beyond the imagination of the wanderer's suspicions.

Mariella, who was thrown round to respond, put her index finger on her chin for a moment and thought, "Mm-hmm." Then began explaining the memory of the world (Acacial Records).

"Uh, the memory of the world (Acacial Records) is where all the information in the world was recorded? It's like," Appraisal skills are accessed here. "

"Information? So this flesh of ours is not real?

Franz's sharp question flew to Mariella's explanation, and as soon as she did, Mariella mumbled, "Uh..."

"Uh, to be precise, it's a space that's anchored to the real world in which you live, using Luloparja's information in the memory of the world (Acacic Records) as its nucleus. So, that body is real, and there's a different flow of time here."

The additional explanation of the master, like he even figured it out, deep down, is like he doesn't know sappy, but when he says, "Look, even if the world looks separated, it's a continuum," he knocks the tilted neck straight forward and nods.

"What about that tower where we were? Something I know was rolling around. It's not a big deal, but shaping people's memories isn't a good hobby."

It was Donino who said so and complained.

When she joined Mariella and the others, Donino refused to take a peek at her memory, but she might have looked up the tower and noticed something.

"Donino is shy without stopping by her looks, isn't she? Hehe, you don't look so glamorous.

I didn't expect any visitors, so the most certain way to make sure you guys stayed here was to send them to the memory tower.

There's all kinds of information in the memory of the world (Acacial Records), but that doesn't mean you get all of it.

You can't understand what dozens of people talk about in exotic language at the same time, can you? That's no different than just noise. If I get used to the noise, I don't care.

Even in that loud noise, if they call me by my name, I can hear you.

You know, I connected you from a place you're familiar with so that you could stay here. "

Apparently, the number of people and the tall tower also served to connect Mariella and the rest of the world.

"Gaff, Gaff"

Only the speechless coo was drinking the water from the lake to My Pace, and Frazija, who saw it, laughs, "Your memory wasn't enough to make you a tower, so you struggled the hardest".

"Did black demons steal memories because of the nature of accumulating information about the world's memories (acacic records) ……?

"I gave back my memories through my dreams.

Don't worry, I have it right. "

Frazija answers the question of Siege, who is quick to understand, when she returns to her memory.

"The memory of Edgan remains intact."

"Eurique, you're losing my swirling memory of love or something. It's a human loss!

"Can that memory, Master Frey, be seen?

"Ha! Sieg, you're smart! … Wow, I'm so lost…"

To Eurike's usual cold words, Edgan and Sieg whisper something, but Frazija barely even gets to Mariella. They're enjoying the Edgan Theatre because Frazija and Lyuropaja are smiling face-to-face.

"So the Alchemist's workshop on the first and second floors could be the Library?

Frazija nodded at Mariella's question.

"The Library is also part of the memory of the world (Acacial Records).

The world is filled with all sorts of knowledge, and you can get quite a few things you want to know, but you can't know anything you don't know at all.

Without knowing that there is a continent beyond the sea, I cannot imagine that there are different peoples living there and having different languages and cultures.

You don't even know what you know, just a little bit of the world.

The Library can only be viewed through limited alchemy skills from such an ocean of information. "

Mariella nodded so much at the master's explanation.

"So the Library on the first and second floors of the exterior, and the tower on the third floor and above strongly influenced our memory.

So, you had memories of famine and plague upstairs...

Master, you were burning that one even after it fell.

And when you defeat a lot, the morning comes and the water comes to the world, because the filth is diminished and Mr. Lyuroperja is back to sanity. What?

My master opens his mouth to Mariella's commentary.

"... Mariela is getting smarter...!!!!

Rude dialogue of the master, spit out to squeeze out. It is even more unfortunate that not only the Euriquets, but even Sieg, are nodding to agree with Frazija's statement.

Mariella says in her mouth, "It's hard to tell," but the end of her mouth is up in the shape of a smile, and I was quite happy to find out.

"Hmm. Even me, I realized that my master didn't live only to kill the labyrinth and help the labyrinth city -

I don't know if it was at last or if it was one of the means for the master's purposes that helped the labyrinth city.

I've always wondered what my master said before he broke up. “I'll see you again while you're alive." Oh, the Alchemist in the Library. Is that what happened... "

Mariella's words distract the master from his gaze at ease.

"That's okay. You really meant just before you died, didn't you? Then there's nothing wrong with it. But, you know, it smells like water. I wanted you to talk, and I wanted to talk a lot more about other things. Can I see you again and again?"

"Yeah, Mariela, I'm sorry."

Mariela laughs when she sees the sieges with expressions like she doesn't know what they're talking about.

"See, in the deepest part of the labyrinth, my master would have given me some alchemy experience, wouldn't he? The same thing, the disciples of the former master, they all became masters before they died. And so am I."

"How could you do that…………………"

There will be only one answer to that.

"To gloat the filth of the spirits of the lake -, right? Master."

Having said that, Mariella's face was like a spiritual smile accepting the way it was, with no fine dust on her face blaming Frazija for taking away her alchemy experience one day.