Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"All right, that's it for today.... Oh, how wonderful that there are so few rulings"

I threw the checked and signed paperwork at my desk, and I, Turius Shrounan Ovenil, made a big stretch.

There is little snow outside the window. The season is early winter.

The winter in Marlan, which is inland and has many mountains, is harsh. That's what I'm hearing, and I'm actually even guessing that from the gap breeze in this mansion. Rather than being a gas for oil, in the Itucella continent, where coal has not yet been put into practical use, winter cold is the only object of fear. There are even fears of total annihilation when there are frozen dead like every year and it's a lousy cold village. This is not the case in areas close to the coast, but this Marlan is an inland mountainous area. It is a direct hit course for General Winter. Naturally, I spend a lot of my budget to combat it. Suddenly it would be difficult to get the dead to zero, but at least it would have been better than in the days when the three generations were running a messy business.

"Even so, it was good to have the ministerial delegation in time. If this were a little late, we'd have to figure out how to handle the winterization of the people by ourselves..."

If you think so, the chills crawl up your spine more than the coolness of the temperature.

As for my brother, if many frozen deaths come out badly, my management skills will come with a fine obsession. Of course, it would be difficult to take it to a retrofit with one of those, but I just imagined it would be stressful.

"Yes, sir. There's actually something remarkable about how they work."

Say, go ahead, and I'll recommend a teacup with hot air. Uni.

When I gratefully received it, I dampened my lips with hot air. I have trouble in the winter because it dries up.

"Not at all. They take good care of things like taxes, accounting, construction, people's petitions."

Especially that Rubel and self-proclaimed Viktor Dracroix Lavalle - his real name, Viktor Dracroix Lorge - was a good pick up. A hard-working man who did not fail to drill himself, not even to live in a room of disappointment. An ambitious man driven by one or two proofs of his talents and thoughts about his late mother. Though we both have little experience, my skills as a housekeeper are beyond my control.

Without them, the increase in harvest at the corner would almost spoil the majority without a busy tax collection. He also took the deal for the potion that had been applied as a new industry until it was somewhat bought down but managed to take shape.

It is indeed difficult to manage a territory. The personal dealings I made in Wang Du were not the same as the merchants' attitudes, so here they are. After all, rice cakes are only left to the cake shops, and noble jobs to legitimate nobles. They've undergone brain modification. They'll never betray you, so let's keep throwing it round and round.

And I go into research. [M]

"Well. So, shall we get to our original job?"

"Yes, we are already ready"

As usual, accompany the uni and start moving to the lab with the cup and saucer.

Along the way, I got a novel saying "bad behavior" to a rubbed official, but well, that's adorable. I'll be as firm as I can outside, so I want you to give me a break.

"I think so, Uni."

"Yes."

"It's time for this mansion to feel narrow."

"It is originally a temporary residence…"

It is.

Even here, my mansion, Lord of Marlan County, has not yet been completed.

Or we reorganized the ministerial corps and finished the taxation work, and it's not long into the winter, so we're not even on the ropes yet.

"Everyone in the ministerial corps is also pleading for early work on home architecture. Whatever it is, it's a dressed utility."

"Well, suppose it's a hall where the Viscount lives. It's gonna be a big mansion."

Say that somewhere else like HR.

Because I can't imagine myself living mainly in the mansion. In fact, even this temporary residence was sufficiently satisfactory before expanding the ministerial corps. Dooey and others often laugh at the odd smell of poverty for the rough money.

But limits are also coming to continue those bizarre selfishness. At present, the ministerial group that packs them into work is walking around the hallway without cutting them off. The aristocratic residences of this era are, by analogy, a combination of the official residence and the government building. In this case it even comes with the alchemy lab in addition to that. Formerly the Associate Baron. In an elaborate deputy mansion, he would quickly come in the way.

As soon as the snow melts, we have to start building new homes.

"Nevertheless, what is a utility… think of a long way forward"

As I said, I was impressed again. A public lord recruits workers and promises a corresponding wage in exchange for imposing labor. In this continent, where feudalism passes, it is an eye-catching and advanced proposal.

I don't know how it is elsewhere, but nobles in this country pay poorly for those who are now under the habit of squanderers. It is the duty of the people to serve the nobility that they put civilians to work to build their own quarters. There is no such thing as an endowment system that has been institutionalized with an explicit culture of it. Farmers who took part in major works have instead a system of reducing the annual contribution of wheat. But from what I've seen, it doesn't seem to work for Matomo.

Anyway, the peasants are forced to engage in unfamiliar building work, and the nobleman's side also tries to take advantage of the reduced annual contribution in the role, so accidents are already frequent. If it's a big project called building a new lord's quarters, you'll have to be prepared for the double digits of the dead. In addition, because the work is so demanding, there are even cases where you can turn the scratch and scratch used for construction into a weapon and get woken up. And even though taxes fall, it doesn't change that they take a large number of workers, so the fields get rough, and both the aristocrats and the peasants have deficits in their income and expenditure, and so on.

Huh? Then why don't we just use slaves? Well, if I had twenty or so magical slaves, I'd do it without hesitation. But I'm the exception. Essentially, slavery is the end of those who can no longer stand up in society, so few cases possess meaningful skills.

Our slaves have mastered magic and are quite capable because they are diverting Uni's data to make a brain miso, and there is no way that a meaningful slave is selling it that way. Once again, the ability to use it for construction is a selling point for outfits. I guess the slave traders will blow high prices when they sell, and they are rare enough not to always be able to buy them. And meditating on some mediocrity, incompetence, and sending all the cheap slaves to the construction site, will be worse than the peasants who were imposed on them in the work of a dull, uneducated amateur.

Or the peasants are more likely to be fit for dirt bullying and group work. The frequency of accidents will increase even further, and if you die or become useless, you will have to buy more, and step on it or kick it.

So most noblemen use the charity system during temporary construction. Even though slaves are used in long-term manpower restraints, like mines and some orchard farms.

I missed the point. Well, in this country, where such a system is common, the concept of public utility is unfamiliar. I am also wondering about the uni I have now spoken of.

"It's a concept I don't quite understand. Wouldn't it be possible for us to do it magically and quickly?"

"Um, yeah..."

And I slow down and think. It's the mountains that want to dispel Uni's doubts, but unfortunately my specialty is alchemy. I'm not very interested in politics, especially home affairs. So I don't think I can explain it well.

"Let's go. It's my interpretation."

I'll just do it. Walking is your leisure time anyway, and it's just a loss to be serious. If I'm wrong about that, someone kind will correct me. There's Rubel and Viktor.

"- I don't think their aim is to get the civilians on the land to work or to expect construction to go well by it. in the form of wages for construction, would make the civilian population have money"

"Let me have the money, will you?

"Sort of. Marlan's in the country, and until this year, taxes were terribly heavy. The wallets of the civilians will be cold and poor. And I don't have any specialties, so I don't have anything to sell or buy. Don't you think it's a land where forefingers don't work for merchants?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. The merchants who come to this place will be like the zero or extra things they didn't put on the pie in the room, or the people who would otherwise have been healing with the previous deputies.

"But things have changed since this year."

"Yeah, we changed it."

He filed tax breaks, handled fields with alchemy, and also brought in a new business called herbal cultivation. Merchant movements should be more flourishing than they once were.

"The people of Marlan will soon be involved in the changed situation. Think about it, if the merchants come, they'll also bring in products that the civilians will want to buy. What if they don't have enough money at their disposal then? You think I'm gonna give up on tears?

To my question, Uni thought a little,

"No, I don't think so"

And I answered exactly. Neither do I, and I give it back. [M]

For now only, the people of Marran will be grateful to me. He revamped the deputy's bad government and also succeeded in restoring and irrigating the land. I saved you from the hell of a life you've been living. I will be glad to rule. [M] Now.

But man is a greedy creature, and the masses are never sheep who only eat grass and satisfy. Until now, I have lived below the ranks of the people, so I am satisfied with the life of the people, but at any rate I am not tired of it enough to ask for the next. In ancient Rome, the term 'bread and circus' expressed popular demand. But they gave in to the teachings that preached, "Man must live only by bread," and the circus is something to be bored with if the same offering continues. I mean, in fact, I was stuffed with delicacy dishes (gettestuff) in my belly until I didn't puke satisfied with the bread, or even let the gladiators fight in the Colosseum without enough for just a bend?

Well, in this world, you'll only know as much as I do. Set aside history, yeah. In short, people seek entertainment next time their lives are stable. And to maintain the standard of living while getting entertainment, it takes a horn of money on a rabbit.

What do people think if they don't have the money to satisfy their desires then?

For the most part, I expose my dissatisfaction by saying this. Bad politics, he said.

"That's why I give them the chance to get money so they can buy things. But when you distribute money for free, the people lick it, and it seems frigid to the other nobles. If you're a merchant, you'll never trust a guy who spreads money on a prank."

People like you if you look sweet, what a good idea for a bug. Most would be treated as a convenient person, without being considered a good person, etc. If you give money without consideration, most people rot with it. You don't have to work to eat. The willingness to work is shredded and dismotivated. Then if you eat them up, you tell them to give me money again, and if you don't do the money, you become dissatisfied. Just like a spoiled child. When you stop spoiling, you immediately develop eclampsia.

Those who were not given a sweet face at that time also have distrust of the person. Even the nobles are determined to want money. Yet you can't possibly see well someone who distributes money unconditionally to someone who is less than you.

And people never trust someone who roughly treats what they care about. The merchant never opens his chest collar against a man whose money is rough. This shrimp mouth will try to open any number of them, but that's it. Sell as much as you can, squeeze as much as you can, and then remove it without making a reliable deal. I wouldn't expect a long term close relationship or anything like that.

"So at first glance, we use a far-fetched method of utility. This way it will take the form of payroll for labor. They combine candy and whip. While protecting the authority and face of the Lords, money will go where it needs to go without darkness cutting off the willingness of the Lords. Finally, the various orders involved in the business also become honey to attract new merchants."

That's how I explained it to her, and she said, "Cheng Cheng too."

"I'm finally getting good at it. Boulders are your husband."

"No, well, this is just my interpretation. You might be wrong, so if you're worried about the exact details, you should ask the Rubels later."

I'm so clever. I'll keep my guard up. What we just talked about was something that wasn't supposed to be my specialty. Even in my capacity as lord, my main business is an alchemist, and this application is the realization of immortality. I don't even want to think about the rule of internal affairs, so I prepared a brainwashed ministerial group. I would ask experts to turn it around, such as lectures on the necessity of public utilities.

Thinking, for example, she sighed lightly, too.

"Nevertheless... politics is a troublesome thing. For one thing, shall we perform surgery on the brains of all the inhabitants?

"... Ha-ha-ha!

I accidentally raise my voice and laugh. I said that on the occasions it seems negligible, and surprisingly Uni has a sense of joking too.

"You shouldn't be unscrupulous. The cost of the surgery is not free, and the time will be taken. All over Marulan on boulders, that's impossible."

"So was that.... Forgive me for my stupid remarks"

It's something I'm going to apologize for with a serious look at Omake, so I can't get any more interesting. Damn, she would know from the start that she couldn't do it.

Thanks to this, I had to bite off my laughter until I got to the lab.

Months after the Viscount took office, it is my lab, which I am completely familiar with.

However, the capacity to accommodate was flat during the example ministerial group mass employment, and the mass-produced slaves performing the work were also troubled. It is the basement of a mansion smaller than the original Ovenil family headquarters in Wangdu. You have always supported my research, but farewell will be forthcoming.

Before doing so, the modification and adjustment of Opus 04 must be completed.

"Oh, oh, ovenil-kun... do you still want to finish my remodel?

The lab's operating table is restrained with a skinny young man exposed to a half-naked body.

Yes, I didn't leave much of my affairs to the Council of Ministers to play with. Experiments to gather the data necessary to generate this Opus 04… repeated trials and errors for the next "work".

"Well, you need to calm down, Sharr. The modifications I've made to you have never been massive. [M] It'll take a while."

I'm emotionally unstable Opus 04 - I made a kind voice trying to calm down Charles Franz Schmidt.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, you look forward to it... Your experiments have always yielded great results... Me, me, me, I'm sure I can be a great 'work' too..."

And, Charles, he calls out to me to be close to him.

As some of you may see from this, to tell the truth, he's an old acquaintance of mine.

Charles Franz Schmidt. I was knocked out of a duel a few years ago, Zanktogaren is a magical guide academy in the capital, Galerin, who was an alumni.

Even so, the discipline is different between me and Sharr. I know the alchemy department. He comes out of a demonic discipline that specializes in Necromancer magic.

Necromancer magic, an area so minor and at the same time more light-hearted than alchemy. No, you're more right to say that they hate you, to be precise. It's magic to manipulate the Necromancer. There is such a dark image behind it as blasphemy against the dead. In fact, radical fundamentalists and others in the Church should be heretically designated and destroyed now, etc., are breathing.

but in fact, the discipline continues to be placed at the Magic Instruction Academy, even though its capacity is broken every year, and it continues to maintain a fine pulse of life.

For what reason? Because it is useful.

As you know, monsters exist in this continent of Itusella besides humans and subhumans. Some of them are naturally undead with fantasy promises. Ghouls on zombies, ghosts on skeletons, riches and vampires at the end of the day... I've seen them several times, and some of them turned into materials and were treated to the vault of this lab. Necromancers are experts against such undead.

The most suitable person for this hand opponent is still a clergyman who can use sacred magic, but most of that person's resources are taken by healers who perform therapeutic acts, and not so many combative exorcists. The Omnian Empire, which holds that it is the Order of the Holy Knights or the Order of the Monks, would be the exception, but it is always lacking in other countries. So the Necromancer, who can wield himself as the superior of the erase legal undead, is quite treasured as a countermeasure. It wouldn't even be interesting as a church because it's divided into areas where we're supposed to be specialized, in a gap industrial way. But if we get rid of it altogether, we're going to be out of our way this time. Therefore, it is about the small fundamentalists who make a mockery, and the other priests of conscience are passively silent.

Regardless, the spiritual value of being able to engage in dialogue with the dead is not low either. Since this world is underdeveloped in printing technology, the reproduction of documents is also inefficient, and the valuable techniques and information contained therein are immediately lost when the original is lost. That's when the Necromancer communicates with past spirits, making it possible to restore lost information.

But this is not so universal either. Souls whose time has passed since death can become undead because of resentment, and those who did not become undead can disappear somewhere. The Church calls the disappearance of this spiritual soul an ascension, but it is suspicious. He could be reincarnated somewhere, like me, and he could have vanished, as I expected, from the sense of loss I felt then. Besides, you don't even know where it is until you call it a spirit soul, and you don't even know where you're going after you cut off your communication, it's a substitute full of mysteries. The professors I was teaching were vociferously criticizing the attitude of treating things I didn't understand without understanding them.

Well, I just hope you remember that some souls can't be called out for that reason - or in more cases can't be called out. By and large, if all spiritual souls can be summoned, there will be no murders labyrinth, and there will be no mystery left unclarified in history. The world is somewhat unsavory, although it would be convenient.

Besides, "What is a soul like? I believe that the mystery is something that we should be studying and revealing.

Besides,

"Of course not, Sharr. You are an expert in the field of exchanging the backbone of my research. [M] Even if I'm in charge of retrofitting, I'm not in the right mood."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'm relieved to hear that... ovenil-kun's arm, and I trust you"

Shar responds to my conversation while eating hard.

Like I said, he's an important resource for my research.

Immortality.

In order to achieve this, it is essential to investigate the soul that underlies intelligent life. But my aptitude is for living things, minerals, and so on. Necromancer magic, when it came to this, didn't turn into a thing. If you train desperately, you'll be able to fix it to some extent, but that's not very helpful, and if you put too much on it, it comes in the way of alchemy in the main business. Uni and Dry are also the types who are better at using magic in combat and exploration.

In that regard, he has always majored in Necromancer magic at the Academy and will be a great help in his research challenging the mysterious concept of soul.

"I'm counting on your skill. I miss you, Shar. Remember what happened at the academy?

"Ugh, yeah...... yes, still clear, oh, I can remember. Ki, Ki, I helped you with your experiment... I enjoyed it..."

The professor also highly appreciated me, about that experiment.

An experiment to investigate the correlation between the soul and the brain. That experiment could not have been established without him. Because of the number of experiments consumed and the humanitarian problems, the reputation of the surrounding area was not very good, but it was also an experiment in which data occupied a particularly important place in my study on immortality.

"Well, that's it for the story...... shall we call it remodeling today then? Uni, prepare for anesthesia and transfusion."

"Yes, sir"

Quick to say, Uni injects anesthesia quickly and also attaches a tube for transfusion. It used to be deluded with blood thinners, but now it is possible to transfuse blood by culturing pre-collected blood with alchemy. Technology around here is unique to the magical world, which is difficult to achieve even with the scientific power of the world of previous life.

"... Oh, Sumi... Ovenyl-kun..."

Shar fell asleep in neglect.

Seeing that restful sleeping face, Uni sighs.

"... how much has changed so far. When he was brought here, he was scolded."

'Cause I stuck my brains out like that.'

I praised my shoulders. [M]

Charles once resented me. When it comes to resentment, it seems that he hated me for hatred from the bone marrow. Something about it when I ordered Dooe to pull it off as a primitive body of Opus 04, it was a sword screen that was no longer interrupted.

According to the story, since I left the academy, he had been badly bullied for cooperating in an example experiment, and he was also forced into a situation where he had no choice but to withdraw himself. That's why he resented me.

So, it's not very good as it is, but I can't safely modify it, so I first let her make love with Dry's Devil's Eye, and then I treated her the same way. Thanks to this, I became a lot more cooperative, and I even had the surgery I hated as a delight.

I think I did something good while I was there. Nothing comes from hatred. To create something new, we need love and respect first.

"Well, shall we go carefully? It would be a very difficult procedure... and most importantly, if we were to use him safely, it would be more effective to take the time to complete it"

"Yes, I understand"

So, it's been about a month since then.

"- Final adjustment completed. Confirm the healing of the surgical marks. Master, Opus 04 will wake soon."

I'll let Uni take care of the final finish. [M]

It's been a long time. Not as long as when I was a uni, but it's not like I'm going to spend so much time on one 'piece'. In fact, given that Dooey and Dry, whose main focus was simple enhancement of abilities, took roughly a week or two, you can see the amount of hassle I spent on the shawl.

"You finally see 04? I've been working very slowly on it."

"It was a measure of a different hobby from ours, but what kind?

The "works" assembled in the lab for face-to-face encounters also show interest in him. From now on, he is also a shoulder-to-shoulder colleague. It must be natural.

"Well, what's going on around here..."

That's when I kept trying to tell you that if you look at him, you'll see.

"What, 04!?

The voice of a hurried uni without appearing. At the same time, something runs through the universe at a tremendous speed.

How fast? The shock ravaged the lab at the same time that 'it' moved, scattering bundles of paper and surgical instruments describing the material.

And in the center of the room, a shadow that drapes its stretched hair to hide its face and descends like a ghost.

Opus 04 - Charles Franz Schmidt.

"Hey! Are you kidding me!?

"Yes... only for your husband, no!

Dooey and Dry are in shape, and Uni and others have already pulled the knife out.

I kept my eyes open to things I never thought I would. [M]

... interesting.

The prototypes who had previously undergone similar brain modifications, in addition to producing them as his test bed, did not see a response.

What the hell caused the rampage? Psychological factors? Accidental action? Or...?

Shirl was shaking his shoulders before us watching the next move.

"... cum. Hehe..."

Are you laughing?

Surprised by this one, Sharr spasmodically deepens his laughter.

"Huh, huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

"This madness, it still runs wild......!

"Your husband, leave to dispose of it"

They consolidated their intention to eliminate it in that madness, Uni.

But I carefully indicated with my hands, "Wait." He went wild and ran wild. So I want to observe what kind of crazy way he goes.

Fulfilling the next moment,

"... Wonderful!

Sharr spread his hands wide and spread his black coat in a basil. Momentum, my forehead turns and my expression becomes dewy.

... the face was also found intoxicating in the eyes.

"Huh?"

"The power that can overflow all over this body! Full of magic! This is... this is the new me! Oh, really great. Yikes! Sooo clear. No, no, no, no!

Beginning with Dooe, and later on the 'work', which was unclamped by words and actions without clapping, Sharr began to circle on the spot with a circle with one foot on the axis, stating his mouth as he sang.

I'm so nervous. The voice of the line is turned upside down and the tongue is curly, making it difficult. Full of magic! 'I can't believe the hoarding is too clever for' n magic! 'As much as I heard. What's a horsepower, a relative?

"Maybe, but... the excitement associated with improved abilities was just temporarily losing reason..."

Squealing uni. Yeah, I think we all know it, even if they don't tell us.

Meanwhile, when he overheard it, he shouted his fingers in a momentum that seemed to sound bizarre

"Ooh! Not excited about this, I'm... rah! Ew!? I change, the world changes, everything changes. Duh! This exaltation is not something you can hold back! How do I describe this inspiration!? Is that a song? Is that a good song?

"Take it easy for now"

"Oh, yes."

I calmed down for now when I gave the order. He didn't have a problem with brain remodeling implanting his obedience. Watching this blitz makes me a little less confident...

"Hey, husband. Where did that Root Dark bastard end up like this?

Dooey says as he makes his headache suffer. From him in charge of securing Sharr, this leopard seems slight, no, rather unexpected. Neither do I.

"... to invalidate the hostility I had, I integrated and transformed it into frustration with my helplessness and anger at my incomprehensible surroundings. Maybe that's doubling the exhilaration it gained in strength. Technically, it's no different from what I applied to dry."

Explain that to him, and the dry guy you were listening to looks like he's out of his mind. I guess I don't like being treated like this. Though Dooey said that even drying seems to have changed quite a bit.

"Even so, this suddenly changed too much... it's good that the eating disappeared, but if it's not my fault, it looks different..."

That's what I say, and I look at Shiatsu Shar.

Previously he was a morbidly skinny, cheekbone-stricken, seemingly unhealthy young man to see. The area around the eyes is also shady and falling, and without its faint nature, it is above all the evil Necromancer himself as imagined by the public.

However, it changed after the treatment. The skinny shape is unchanged, but the whole body is neat and tight, and the eyes are crisp and cut long, such as the face of a beautiful man who is a prince. It's just that the color is unusually white as before - no, it's more bloody than before.

"Maybe it's a pedigree influence"

"Race, is it?

Dry blinks.

"He quit being human. The Shirl is now a high-end undead... an artificial vampire load."

"Blah! Vampire Road!? Even if it's a quest that gets turned by an A-level adventurer, isn't it the highest risk class crusader monster!?

It erupted with the face Dooe said it was unexpected.

To that stunned look, Shirl snorts proudly with a huff.

"Exactly! With the help of my master, Ovenil-kun, I have become a transcendent and vice versa! Just say it! Night! Noble and tribal!

Saying whichever way makes me wear a black coat and a bass. I know I feel good, but I can't go on with this then. By the way, he says something about being a nobleman of the night, but as you can tell from the fact that he is a Zanktogarenian but doesn't have a von in his name, he was born a civilian. Dooey and I are very much the same.

"Sorry, will you talk more calmly?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm too well..."

All right, shut up.

Dry pinches his mouth while holding his temples there.

"But are you sure, sir? Dark elves like me are allowed to survive in the human realm if they are in the form of slaves, but Colle is a vampire...... it's a load too. If beings were exposed, wouldn't that be a trick?

Certainly that fear is best.

Though Viscount La, even possession is permissible for subraces of slaves and magical creatures that humans can keep. Vampires are such dangerous monsters that even kings would not be allowed to put them under asylum. It is the strength of the finger fold of any hostile to mankind. He even has the ability to control and family his blood-sucking opponents on top of it. Such a dangerous creature (dying thing?) would be natural to crusade as soon as you find it. His manufacturing and concealment are among the most sinful and illegal activities I have ever carried out.

But I don't care. You don't have to worry about it.

"If you expose it, it's a problem, right? But where and how do you expose it?

This ministry working in the Viscount of Ovenil is absolutely obedient to me. No secrets can be leaked from them. I don't even talk about torture because it's set to give my interests the highest priority, not thought, but instinct. This has already been experimented with in slavery.

"But vampires suck blood, don't they? That's human blood, too. I didn't know my legs would arrive in the process of procuring it..."

and Dooe. It's an adventurous opinion that has hunted many monsters. In fact, many vampires have been cleverly concealed but have been cracked into places without erasing traces of blood suction.

But.

"Come on, you're not gonna forget, are you, Doue? What's in this lab?"

"Am I?... Ah! Speaking of which!

Yes, I have something in my lab that I hit and put on to hide vampire sucking.

I proudly slapped it with my fist. [M]

of blood for transfusion, the incubator.

"As you can see, if you're blood, you can make as many of them as you want. As much as covering vampire meals, it's before breakfast."

"I'm nocturnal, so I basically only eat at night, but hey!

How about a chest stretching shawl.

Could this be meant to be a gag in the synagogue?

"... and he's not going to put it on the table as much as possible. Combat ability is high, but fate is to improve suitability for Necromancer magic and strengthen magic for high-ranking wizards. They're both basically used for research."

"Oh, that? You want to flush it? Isn't that a little terrible, Ovenil?

"Your husband, by the way. How did you get tailored to Lord, though a necromancer? Oh, my God, there was such a material."

Dry threw the question at me, so I ignore the shire that came wrapped around me at my feet and answer.

"You listened very carefully. Actually, there's a trick to this."

"Hmm?

Throw her the paperwork that was falling on the floor, looking intrigued. Earlier, I sprinkled a bunch of pieces when Sharr fell into it. It contains details of the modifications you made to him there.

"How many times... change the skeleton to Rich stuff in stages? implantation of Durahan's objects into the heart and muscle tissue into the liver in an attempt to gain running water resistance… this is-"

"That sort of thing. He gradually replaced his body with that of the undead, tamed it over time, and gradually increased the suitability of the vampire for blood. This is the effect. Just swap the blood. It's a load-grade vampire. Thanks to all the materials that you've been collecting."

In other words, it's an undead chimera with a human body. Well, Kelpy is a beastly monster close to the Spirit, not the undead. Among them, Rich's bones have worked. Vampire blood can water up in a transfusion culture machine, but not in bones. It would have been a shame to have obtained such a superior wreck of riches.

Dry, who has seen the material all the way through, is letting the boulders seep in sweat.

"How dare you come up with this...... no, you can run it well even if you think of it"

"That's more of a statement now. If it's going to be immortality, I'll twist my head and do whatever it takes."

"Ever since I was in the Academy, Ovenil has been."

Yeah. Shurl.

"But thanks to that, I'm beautiful! And I could be strong! And Kelpie's organ force prevents her from running water, unlike her vampires! How was your resistance to sunlight, by the way?

And I say that. I think I explained that before the procedure.

... hey, you want Dooey or Dry to hear it too?

"On the estimates, some weakening is possible even in daylight. It adds a load of endurance, restoration, and has physical qualities other than vampires. I just can't help but be resistant to sacred magic. What a collection of undead. I guess this neighborhood is covered in costumes."

"Thanks for explaining, Master! I mean, I am! Elieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee among the vampires! That extends not only to strength, but also to fewer weaknesses!

Tension rises as he boasts.

Well, one of the best hands in my "work" is Shirl. The power gained is enormous, and I can't help but get on with it somewhat.

"So, did you understand what he was like?

"Oh, oh... in many ways."

"Honestly, you're tired when you can keep doing this. Sir, I'd like you to make the next piece a little quieter."

Dooey and dry looking decent. I guess I'm just so tired of hanging out with Sharr. Neither do I. I thought I'd be a little more silent because of my pre-modification personality, but I wasn't expecting it to be so transformed.

I...

"Well, I'll do it right."

I only answered, and the occasion was dissolution.

"Your husband. I mean Opus 04......"

As soon as we were alone, Uni came cut out like that.

Well, I'm sure you're wondering about Sharr because it's about her.

I answered first. [M]

"Due to the precariousness of the mental state, it is not possible to tell whether the brain modification for obedience is working. Isn't that dangerous to put down a letter? Is that what this is about?

"Have you already noticed? I've got a mouthful to offer."

"No, no, your fear is better. Previously on the Opus series, the body remained basically human or subracial. How far does the previous method lead to Shirl, who has become a monster in classification? I can't help but wonder around it."

Change from human to monster. It means a great perversion of the soul... supposedly. For example, if a good villager A is bitten by a vampire, he quickly becomes a lesser vampire and does harm to people. It is said that this is because the monster has transformed the soul and lost human ethics.

A soul is a mystery in a world where this magic speaks of things. No matter what the impact.

Besides, the monster that turned out to be a vampire. Vampires can increase their hand pawns voluntarily by sucking blood. The fear of this sleeping neck being scratched when you let it go wild is not the ratio of other 'pieces'.

But still, the fact that I vampired Shar...

"As far as I'm concerned, the possibility of treason is minimal. As a result of the tests carried out before him, the slaves who became specimens were almost all under the influence of brain modification surgery. The exception is also presumed to be due to surgery performed after vampirization. It's a bit strange to say and do, but I think it falls into a moderate category among the supposed patterns of personality change."

That's because the data comes out when the risk is low.

"And. Uni, do you remember the experiment he and I did at the Academy of Magic Guidance?

"Yes, was it [correlation between brain function in living organisms and soul in life]"

What happens to their souls after death if they treat their slave brains and kill them on top of it? It's such an experiment.

"As a result of that experiment, the perception that arises from the brain is out every hour that it degenerates its soul. Until I captured him and eventually vampired him, I've been trying to follow me every day with my brain twisted."

…………

"And his experiment in slavery, his test bed, shows that the vampire's ability to restore comes from the soul. They're healing the body based on information about the flesh carved into the soul. And we found that the criterion generally depends heavily on the state just before and immediately after vampirization"

I mean, this is the thing. amputate the limbs of one slave a and vampire immediately thereafter. Then Vampire A began restoring the information engraved on her soul, and the limbs were restored. Meanwhile, slave B vampired after cutting once and then fully healing. In this case, the limbs do not stick or grow out of the cutting surface, and they become merely vampires with no hands or feet.

It seems that the difference between the two was due to what condition you perceived your hands and feet to be. Shortly after the amputation, A vampired when he still thought, 'If you heal, you'll go back'. Conversely, B is a treatment when he recognizes that 'he has healed without going back'.

The vampire's paranormal ability to self-repair is a testament left that occurs through soul-anchored self-awareness. I can tell Sharr the same thing.

"I mean, Shirl modified it with his obedience to me anchored in his head. He explains that brain miso is likely to remain in its form even after vampirization. In a way that's functionally imprinted with obedience to me."

That much, Uni must know. My assistant hasn't done this to Dada in the last ten years. That means there are other reasons to be afraid.

In the end she uttered an objection.

"But I think there are still a lot of unknown parts to the changes caused by monsterization. Now Opus 04 is undergoing an unintended transformation of the treatment side, starting with appearance."

Yes, human monsterization is still low on data. The amount of material and body consumed is not foolish, so the number of experiments is limited, and data other than my experiments is a kind of legend that cannot be inferred from the references. I've done more than one experiment in advance, but even if there's nothing wrong with a hundred experiments, that's not necessarily the case for the hundredth time. In order to prevent it, it is necessary to increase the degree of certainty a thousand times. On top of that, the changes that happened to Sharr were dramatic. My face and personality have changed. This would be more impossible not to alarm the irregular.

But.

"Hey, uni"

"Yes."

"You think I trust slaves who don't wear collars?

At the end of the day, there it is. I don't want to die. I don't want to die in case. That's why I'm studying immortality. There is no reason for me... to leave room for treason in the "work", which is ultimately a tool.

about that,

"... no. I think that's impossible."

I understood my masterpiece very well.

Opus series and brainwashed ministerial groups are, if you ask me, very capable slaves. At first glance, it seems free will is just a matter of efficiency, because if you turn it into a complete doll, your judgment ability is reduced, and the amount of instructions I give you is increased and annoying. There is also the purpose of preventing the viewpoint from becoming too one-size-fits-all, and if I pass judgment on something myself, there may be a chain glitch from it. This, too, is what I have said many times.

In Dooey's case, he fundamentally removes functions from his brain that he thinks are hostile to me, disobedient to me, etc. The same adjustment was made to the brain by Uni.

In the case of Dry, I am subjugating the subject of her sense of belonging by rewriting it from her clan to being my slave. In addition to this, I also left a slave collar as a safety.

So, what about Sharr?

"To him, besides dry-like psychological manipulation, he also incorporated a few fail-saives"

"Say?

Uni asks me. but she's smart. This may also be humility to stand the Lord.

So I think I'll ask Uni's answer first.

"Well, what do you think happened to Uni?

"… periodically, subject to complete restraint referred to as readjustment"

"Hmm?"

"Inside the lab is your complete husband's territory. Whether or not you can entrust all of the biocidal appropriations with detention there. Using this as a stepping stone, weigh his degree of obedience over a period of time. Meanwhile, to avoid unintentional movements within this time frame, the courtesy of transmitting 04 vital and location information, and remotely activated curses, are planted in the body."

What do you say, Uni, asking if it's okay?

I loosened my cheek. [M]

"You're right. The boulder is uni. You know exactly what I mean."

"It's an honor to compliment you. But it's all a gift from your husband's guidance."

Say, she drools with respect.

That's what I'm talking about. I won't let the kind of man who resented me until a while ago go wild after giving me strength, even though I stumbled through my head. He will be my dog for the rest of his life. What about when you can't stand being kept? We're just talking about changing from undead to just corpses. No, I'm a vampire, so if I die, will I be ashed?

"Well, that's why. You can rest assured while he behaves as I have planted him. But if you deviate from that category..."

"I know, sir."

That means the Uni will take over without delay. Sharr's abilities are pretty high like those of a road-class vampire, but if you give him back, that's all. Originally a student of the Academy. Uni, who has gained numerous combat experience as my handkerchief, still has an advantage as a combat force. In addition, he still has a weakness for the sacred attributes characteristic of the undead. I told you earlier that if I gave him the courtesy, he could cover it... but I honestly don't have to give him the full courtesy of anything. As much as I plan to destroy myself with one will, it's before breakfast. In addition, the anti-undead procedure, which is activated remotely as discussed by Uni, has also been incorporated directly into the body.

"I've never crossed without..."

As I say, I sit back in a chair for a break.

"Well, that's the thing. An undead is an incomplete immortality that can kill as many as you want. On top of that, the majority of the world turns to the enemy just because it exists. I wish I could secretly use the whole thing as a pawn."

"To that extent, it's far from where your husband wants it," he said.

"- Sort of. Well, I guess I'll have to, too, when I'm finally dying and stuck with my feathers. That's why I asked you to learn how to operate."

"... if you wish, I will do my best to fulfill your wishes in a complete way"

Of course, I hope so, too.

While I give it back, I slap the elbow of the chair with my finger.

She immediately perceived the intention and brewed me warm tea.