The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Once, the Spirit of Fire, who had a man's heart, searched desperately for ways to help the Spirit of the Lake.

But beings that do not have just one flesh with the world do not have the power to interfere with and transform the world themselves. Even if we can stir up and burn down the flames that lit there, cleansing the spirits of the filthy stained lakes will not even stop the filth that still pours in.

So she fed and fed the numerous human beings who had burned down with her own flames, and gained a finite raw in the world as something that was not a spirit.

Having obtained the body of the flesh, Frasija could no longer just be with the flame, but she was able to use the power of the Spirit in exchange for offerings, and above all with her own will, to act with her own will, to gain the power to interfere in the world.

Not only was it ambiguous and seemingly infinite to arise or disappear like the Spirit, but instead of life and death becoming clearly defined beings, she looked at the world for a long time as a Spirit, even receiving a flurry of information that was ultimately unacceptable in a person named Memory of the World (Acacic Records), so that she could know the steps that were fragmentary but necessary to make her hope.

Although it was accidental and fragmentary, as if a piece of poetry had been engraved on a leaf that had occasionally fallen in front of her, Frazija had followed it and spent the rest of her life.

There is a limit to the life of Frasija today, though the influence that was the Spirit or the flesh that was far more difficult to age than man. Therefore, while he did not need to be in the world of men, he left his flesh in the sleep of his temporary death, and worked in the world of the Spirit of this lake for the purification of filth.

And he woke up only when he had gained what was to be done, and he interfered in the world of men.

For example, it would have been necessary to disciple and raise Mariela at the end of the Kingdom of Endalgia, or to wake up again in the present world and lead Mariela to the deepest depths of the labyrinth, to purify the filthy veins of the land.

"Elixir removes the fouling of the nucleus of the labyrinth and is the supreme secret medicine that can be created. I thought if I could get to that, I'd know how to purify this vein..."

Frazija laughs lonely. The information you get from the memory of the world (Acacial Records) is fragmentary and not everything is foreseeable. It's like reading a story about saving Leuropardja. I just run what's written every time I turn the page, I don't know the upside of the story, and I can't even go ahead with the page on my own volition.

"The alchemy experience is so much that I'd rather use it if it was before I died, and even now, I'd like to cooperate as much as I can......

Excuse me. I did make Elixir to restore the fouling of the nucleus of the ground vein, but the destination of the return is the ground vein……… "

Mariella's answer isn't a good toothpick either.

I didn't purify it just by transferring the filth.

"No, it's enough. Thanks to Mariella and the others who came and burned down the black demons, the dirt that had accumulated was almost gone.

I haven't been able to talk to Leuropardja in a long time either.

The night was filthy, but the water was out of the way by day, so I couldn't get here. "

- Let me thank you for this moment. I'm a disciple of Frazija.

Wouldn't Leuropardja resent people for staining them dirty because of humans and even losing their sanity?

People resent people.

As it were in his dreams, the obscene Ryuloperja has accepted Mariella as a disciple of Frazija.

"But the new filth will still pour in, won't it?

The spirits that Frazija wants to help live in a whirlpool of filth. As long as Mariella and the others are with that lake, the world will sink again and again into the darkness of the night, even if the filth has been purified to this day thanks to the defeat of the black demons.

In this world, which leads to the memory of Ryuloparja as recorded in the memory of the world (Acacic Records), you can regain your sanity no matter how many times you lose your sanity.

That's how Frazija has lived a long time to get a way to help Ryuloparja, one day to get all the filth and its roots.

"It wasn't just this time that we could get Lulo out of here.

I'm sure I'll find a way. I'll make sure I find it.

Don't look like that, Mariela.

I've lived a long time, and I can live more from now on.

I might even meet your children, your grandchildren and their descendants.

It's a lot of fun to be involved with people and watch the world shift. "

As long as the Spirit is the Spirit of a lake tied to this pulse of land, I can hardly help him.

At least, there's no way to do that right now.

Even knowing that, Frazija makes you laugh with her usual smile.

Even though it's the usual smiling face of a master she knows well, Mariela couldn't keep looking at that face because of her chest ache.

"…… Come on, it's time to go home.

Let's rely on the Peeping Demon Spirit for directions back home.

So stay, Illuminaria. I'm gonna burn it, okay?

... What? Don't you have the power to manifest it? Sieg, don't split the magic a little bit. "

Master's gaze moves onto Sieg's backpack.

Fished and together, Sieg shifted his gaze into a large bottle that he removed from his backpack.

"Huh? Slaken? I mean, why are you getting so big!? And what are those branches!?

"Uh, Mariela. I missed the time to explain, but there's a reason for this..."

It was a bottle with swollen slime about a hundred times larger that accounted for the majority of Zeke's backpack. It was a slime (synthetic organism) in a lovely bottle that was going to fit in the palms of both hands, and now I'm going to need a barrel or a bath.

Huge slime comeback. I honestly don't think it's cute, such as a soft organism of this size.

And although the nucleus does not appear to have been damaged, on its top, a branch of the holy tree with two leaves pierced it and it is shaken.

To the astonished Mariella, Siege begins her excused explanation as she sends her magic from "Spirit Eye" to the branches of the Holy Tree.

"Both Slaken and Illuminaria are familiar with Mariella's magic, aren't they? So if I give you a branch of illuminaria..."

- I can manipulate it! -

"Slaken talked!? Not, that voice, illuminaria!?

Thanks to Sieg's magic, a thumb-sized illuminaria stood on the tip of a branch stabbed in Slaken's head.

"I was also led here by Illuminaria."

- There are many holy trees growing in the Devil's Forest! I figured out Mariella's location on the Sacred Tree Network. Isn't that amazing?

"Well. I thought it was bad for Mariela, but I need you to pick it from the bottom of the lake in the labyrinth...

I talked to Illuminaria and this is how they picked me up, but when I got back, Slaken's body... "

- I haven't been outside in a long time, this girl.

I ran a little wild, and I ate too much food.

Kraken's in there, so you're gonna do pretty good in the water, this kid...

Piko, piko, piko.

The branches of the Holy Tree stabbed by Slaken proudly sway.

- Hey, don't shake it, Cora! -

And so on and Illuminaria is angry, so it seems that Slaken is the one who is rocking the branches all the time. If the Illuminarian branches are stabbed, can they also communicate their intentions?

"Ha!?

Shocking serial air loosened also for a while.

Mariella's voice sounded so low and grumpy that she had never heard it.

To the intensity of the anger that dwelled in that voice, Sieg, as well as Illuminaria, has stopped Piscilli from moving by stopping even Slaken from shaking the branches.

"What, are you doing something unsolicited? Illuminaria on Siege.

Who did you say no to and take Slaken out?

And the labyrinth? You said you ate too much, you had demons, didn't you? In such a dangerous place!

Besides, Slaken is carved by subordinate magic formations in the nucleus, so if I don't give him magic, he'll die!? You know!?

Mariella is very angry.

Sieg turns his gaze to Mariella in an attempt to make an excuse, distracting himself slightly from the look on the face of an exhilarating eyebrow hoisted by a queer.

Even Frazija, who shouldn't have seen her expression behind Mariella's back, somehow corrected her posture to temporarily interrupt an earlier conversation.

Is it so scary when the usually mild Mariella gets angry............

Born with "Spirit Eye" and raised as a flower by a butterfly, Sieg is a boy, so even my dad had never been more angry with me.

My husband in the age of debt slavery saw me screw up, but that's not the same dimension as this. Mariela may be more scared today than Wyburn, who once took Sieg's 'Spirit Eye'.

"What if I say something!?

"Oh, it was my fault!

- Sorry! -

Pimple.

With Mariella's drink, it's time for the two of you to bow your head? And one, no one.

"As for plenty of sermons later......, Slaken, it's magic.

You're hungry, aren't you? These two will be draining water with rice and Shizuku for a while.

Oh, what shall I do...... It's getting so big.

You can't keep it in a 'leaky day' in a size like this...... "

Mariella gives Sulaken magic over a giant bottle, ignoring Siege and Illuminaria, who have bent their hips to 90 degrees and stiffened with their heads down, to the shock of “no rice”.

They can both be sucked up or eaten out of the veins themselves, but Mariella's meal is still very tasty.

Slaken must have been hungry because he is delighted to shake the branches of the Holy Tree that remain stabbed perfectly.

If you look closely, you would have been fed the magically shifted Mariella goods and potions because of the buildup of melting remnants of the Mariella goods that Sieg had stored so dearly at the bottom of the bottle, but the magic would have fallen out more and more, so it would not have been enough. Sieg's Mariela goods have probably been eaten by Slaken, but she deserves it so she leaves it on a set with Sieg.

- You know, Mariella. The nucleus remains small due to a lack of magic, so if you cut it off, you'll be back to normal.

"Hang up a bit, is that okay, Illuminaria?

- Yeah. If I give you the magic, you won't die! -

For Mariella's sake, Illuminaria, who wants to avoid “no rice”, provides information.

"Well, good."

He was furious once, but Slaken is safe, and he'll be back to normal.

Hearing that far, Mariella, a little relieved, finally noticed her surrounding gaze and reminded her of the current situation.

"Master, I'm sorry. This is the situation……………………………."

"No, Mariella's pretty good, too! That's my apprentice!

- I said the child of the flame was funny, but it was a delightful time.

The two words directed at Mariella, who apologizes, are like farewell greetings, and Mariella thinks of her helplessness.

(As long as Mr. Leuroparja is the spirit of a lake tied to this pulse of land, I can't help him...)

At the edge of its sight is the illuminaria that is so relieved that Mariela's wrath fell on it at the tip of the branch of Slaken.

He says he's a tree spirit who can't move where he's growing, but he remotely manipulates people's pets on his own and travels away from the Holy Tree.

(If you don't scold me, I'll probably go out again on my own.

Even my master always goes somewhere on his own, even though he's an ex-fired spirit.

It's selfish, it's irresponsible, it's flesh-receiving, it's possessive, it's self-inflicted.

Is that what spirits are for...... is that it?

Mariela looks at Slaken and Illuminaria and sees Frazija and Lyuropaja in turn.

"Mr. Leuroparja, you live in a lake here, but you mean the spirits of the lake, or the spirits of the water, right?

- Is that right?

In response to Lyuropaja, Mariella raised the question.