Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~
041 Six Elements
That's boring, Doue Schwartzer thought as he tilted the skittle.
He spends his second winter in Marlan boredom. The cause is simple. Tell the entity I don't have a job.
Dooe's apparent work is that of a martial officer of Turius' ministry. As a security force, the main role is to crusade the bandits, etc., but the bandits around Marlan are after they have already slaughtered and killed a great deal. There was no sign of a new thief appearing, afraid to imitate the end of his ancestors' path.
The work behind them is very shabby. A dungeon of Marlan built to surround the lab, if anyone breaks into its depths, it is also his role to go slaughter it. but no one bothers to step into the snowy winter mountains. The role of escort of Turius also does not make sense when the person in question is caged in a lab.
So he has plenty of time. The bandits in the realm had a flattering aftermath from the area where they had cut and crushed the mesmerizing people about ten times. When it comes to occasional work, it's about snow removal in the streets, combined with marching and setting up training. When that's over, this is how I drink all the booze in the living room in the lab. The contents of the skittle, which has been dry since earlier, are spirits. Because it is used to warm the body in cold weather, it is a strong distilled liquor that should be drunk as little as it should be licked, but raw hate and doue are available all over the body. A normal person can't get drunk if he pours a strong liquor into his stomach like water that seems to turn his eyes just because of the smell.
(Thanks to you, they drink all this booze...)
Alcohol that only tastes like alcohol, just to get drunk. That was not by nature his preference. I miss the taste of black beer, which goes well with the knob's bowels. But tasting the luxury of being comfortable and intoxicating with cheap barley liquor, as it once was, will never come true again.
"... hey"
From behind, my arms grow with my voice. A skittle with booze was taken away at the same time as I wondered if a soft object was pressed against my naked back.
"When you're done doing it, turn your back on this one and you're on the go? There's more to it than that."
It's dry to turn your hand around your neck and hug you and whisper at you like you're obstinate. The remnants of getting up from your skin and hair mix with the smell of alcohol to make you feel comfortable.
Until earlier, the two of us were changing pillows again. Anyway, it's scarce for entertainment in the underground hole barn. If the mind begins to tire of boredom, the body moves to satisfy its desires on its own. Naturally, the burning caught fire. And at some point, this is how I spend my time if I have time, it's become a routine these days.
"Stop."
Dooe shook her off in the dark. The pile of rotten cones, though it is the desire that dissolves them, is determined at the end of things and irritated by nothingness. I ask myself what I'm doing, and I snap my neck instead.
Shake your neck and add a drink to your head, which happens to start to be fragrant with the touch of your skin.
"Shut up and go to sleep. I'm tired too."
"Are you tired? Knock it off... either way, he seemed to have enough strength?
Saying, Dry put his mouth on the skittle he took and dried the rest of the liquor looking delicious. And shake it shamelessly and lightly when it's emptied.
"Hey, no more booze? Not enough for me right now."
The mouth was disgusting, but the voice was playing like a child playing a prank.
Unlike Dooey, she is not dissatisfied with the status quo. Ask him out if you can spare time, go to sleep, and occasionally drink like this.
That's enough, so it was easy to envy.
"You know what, fool? I'll go back to sleep..."
Put it down and try to get back to bed. but she jumped on that back again.
"What the hell?"
"It's a shortage of booze, satisfy me a little more...... eh"
I can crawl my tongue to the pelts and claw marks engraved on my back. He was rubbed into the remnants of the spirits mixed with saliva, and the heat ran on his spine. The irritability is confused with mild intoxication and agitation that I should have shaken off earlier is stirred up again.
- Again?
The core of my head was cut to a frustrating desire.
Whether the flesh reaches joy or not, a sense of desert nothingness spreads somewhere in the heart. That was often after a battle with this woman. When a moment of oblivion leaves early, endless feelings sink in.
A passion like a night at Canales has never been tried again. That should do the same. There is no longer a woman whom he was attracted to and embraced with this arm, and later only the tools distorted by that demon remain.
Yet to the extent of being rubbed off and provoked, the cash body is driven to a vain act of price. Shallow as I am. That consciousness also irritates Dooey.
When he grabbed the woman's arm silently, he brutally pushed her down to the bunk.
"Oops....... hehe"
Still, what is on Dry's face is the grin of doing it. As you can imagine, I was put on a provocation. Naturally.
Dooey roars low in vain.
"You're in too much shape, Dry."
"What, are you even going to punish me?
Not answering a woman's question with her voice, but instead dropping her greedy mouth.
And I reached for my chest as I glided through my brown skin.
-Concon.
And so the sound of the knock stopped the two of them from moving.
"Excuse me. I'm sorry to entertain you, but your husband is here for you. Come to the Sixth Laboratory."
The voices that can be heard creeping from across the door belong to Uni. They're guessing exactly what's going on inside, from outside a solid, popular room, somehow. She is a human separated woman, unchanged in phase.
Knowing or not such an emotion, the voice continued.
"I will tell your husband that I think it will take some time for his check-in, etc., so he will be about half an hour late. But don't start again or anything like that. … then."
When you unilaterally communicate that, the signs outside leave.
The two, whom Xing awakened, eventually separated themselves from either.
Leaks deep sighs as he sits on the bed.
"Oh, man, what the hell is that for?"
"Humph, the uni guy is also infinitely innocent. You don't have to hit us because you can't get your husband's mercy, okay?
"Don't tell me..."
In the subtle air like being removed from the ladder, for a while, the sound of wiping the body with a wet cloth or putting sleeves through the clothes sounded indoors.
"It was too late, guys. What do you mean, Fem's the first to come from the furthest away?
It was the voice of Turius, as if he had turned back, who welcomed the Dooes who stepped into the Sixth Laboratory. Their chief alchemist elbows the desk set in the center of the lab, pointing somewhat at at the seeping gaze of fatigue this way.
"Fair enough, Ovenil. It's nothing urgent, is it? Don't be so dazzling. Look, get in a good mood, huh?
It's Shar who says that while changing his attitude. This vampire is also a man who does not punish. Every time I slapped an unwanted slap, I was often reprimanded. Of course, I'll imitate that this time.
"Opus 04, didn't you also participate in this study? If the core of the project is such a body, no one else will see it."
"Yes, yes, Senior Uni is right -..."
"... we're not here to see comic talent. If you need help, just get on with it, my husband."
Dooe pinched his mouth when he saw that it was unclear.
"Well. You should certainly be careful about extra sermons and derailments. Leave the uni alone. Sharr's character will not heal if he dies. No, it's undead, and it's already dead, so it won't heal?
"Yes, I'm in awe"
"There is? Why am I being treated so badly? Even the credit for this research."
"I deserve it, and judgment mass. Plus or minus your merits, you're only going to be negative with an unscrupulous attitude, Death."
"Not at all. If you don't squeal, what are you doing, you birdhead?"
Even though I'm a bat man, I can think of an idea that doesn't get stuck with how to do this again.
With that in the margin, Turius turned around and smiled delightfully.
"Well, shall we finish the business quickly? … er, this time a new force will be added under me as a result of the research. I'm going to introduce you to that."
When he explains it like he took it and put it on, he squeaks his hands with pampers.
"Come on in, EE series."
"" Yes ""
Nine men and women appeared neatly while responding in a flat voice. They all had a mechanical faceless look, a characteristic of mass-produced distribution called 'product'.
No, we have more in common than that.
"These guys... are they elves?
Gold thread hair, clear white skin. And most importantly, it's the long ears pointy as leaves of a tree. It is an unmistakable elf. At least, it looked that way in Dooey's eyes.
"What do you mean, your husband? These people, all of them, are elves that I don't recognize. Are you sourcing from this one again?
That's what Dry says when he's confused. Whatever, the elves we keep in Marlan's mountain forest, the E-Series and I hunted them down and brought them here, it's dry like no other. When that elf she doesn't know, she must have refilled it anew.
but Schaal denies it from the crossing.
"Chip, chip, chip... hey - that's a lot different"
Vampires waving their fingers and tongue-in-cheek with distracting tricks. I'm even proud of that look.
"These kids EE series are elves, so to speak, not elves. Our master, Oven Nil, is my - yes, my - my - my! - It's an artificial demonic life-form based on an idea!
And expound that in high spirits.
"Artificial life," he said? No, no way... "
Dooe looks over at the faces of the elves in line with incredible thoughts.
It's scarce on the expression, but it's a creature, no matter how you look at it. There's no way you can believe this was made by a man's hand.
The life made - the flavor of its narrative makes my skin poppy unexpectedly.
Indeed, until now, Turius has borne the fruit of several nightmares out of humanity. Uni completed with pharmacy and advanced education, and its simplified mass production type, the M and B series. Surgically enhanced physical function, this doue himself. Dry embedded with the demonic eye of brainwashing after enhancing magic. Shirl vampired with chimerically implanted parts of the undead. Golem, femme, so confused with a living human being.
But creating life itself from scratch is a place that shakes fear in a different way from them. It is, so to speak, a blasphemous place that tramples the realm of God with its earthly feet while being a man's. It is a story that no righteous person can ever believe or accept.
"What's going on, Dooey? You look kind of pale, though."
but the person of the moment just looks at this one with a caring face, like nothing else. Never was he a face without remorse or shame for his work.
"Are you okay? This... this is a terrible thing to do."
"What, are you saying that the creation of life is a blasphemy to God?
Stupid, saying so, Turius kept his back deep in the chair.
"How can making life be a sin against God? Then all our parents will be sinners."
"Chi, no! That's not what I'm talking about! It means whether it's a life born in a legitimate way!
"What is the proper way? Loving men and women are deeply connected to each other... what kind of a mess is that? For the most part, even if you don't have love, if you just want to have kids, you can do whatever you want. A woman you don't like, a man you don't fall in love with."
When they say that, Dooey gets stuck in words. It is the Church's teachings that children are given only to men and women who love each other as husband and wife, but I knew full well that it was pre construction. The aristocrats are normal to make concubines (in fact, there are concubines' sons right there), and there are no such loveless couples as Linus and Simone.
"Or are you just confined to the business of nature? That's a laugh. Everything should be natural, if I say so, man will have to live as he was born. Is it a sin to build a house and live there? Hate to be naked, can't you wear clothes? What cultivates fields and sprinkles seeds there to yield fruit? Who raises cows, pigs, sheep, chickens, and other creatures by fencing them? Who uses medication in case of injury or illness? It's all an unnatural place to work at the hands of people, but it won't be a sin. It's natural. So, why shouldn't you make a life?
"That, is..."
I don't know, but I can't wipe away my abominable impressions.
The alchemist on the outer road laughs as if he saw it through.
"In short, I guess I just feel somewhat punished, huh? Then, analyzing it more, is… that life is born, this is eye-catching, and honorable. It must be a miracle by God's grace. So, isn't it a disrespectful and disbelieving act to do that in the hands of men that should depend on the hand of God... I suppose that's what you think"
Maybe so. First of all, there is the value that life is honorable and birth is to be celebrated. When you do that in people's hands and literally make things easy, how about that? Doesn't it seem as though life itself has become lighter? Guilt and disloyalty bite your chest when you ask. It's against God, even makes me think.
"Dooe Schwartzer. I'll get rid of that idea even more than it's under my command. Doesn't that mean, in short, you're entrusting God with the whereabouts of life? Totally stupid. This me in front of you, even against God, is a man who doesn't want to die. I can't bear to be left to live and die by beings I've never seen."
"- Right, hey!
It was Sharr who broke in abruptly.
"In the first place, ah, I wonder why you don't like it when you've killed and remodeled so many before? Ning Lo, that's a good thing! Shouldn't we be celebrating? Let's scream Happy Birthday!
"Right, and I agree, Mass. The birth of life is a positive event, Shaw"
"Human ethics and behavior, I don't know… I didn't know you were disgusted with catching us or the white guys, wearing collars and selling them, and giving birth to your own countrymen in this way. Oh, no, I'm not blaming you..."
Nobody denied this place, neither the maniculously noisy Shirl, nor the quietly grunting Femme, nor the drying that twisted his neck to show.
So, what about Uni? I won't have to tell you. What makes that woman so ethical now, she can't be making a scene against the Lord?
What I hated was Dooey alone, as usual.
Turius exhales gently before him in silence.
"Well, you're out of line. Shall we continue with the explanation?... this EE series, just now Sharr said something about a demonic life-form, but not in a strict classification"
"What, really?
"It would be appropriate for you to do something outside your area of expertise. … Well, it's Homncrus' manufacturing technology that I switched to create, so I can't help but be misled."
homunculus, the word sounds familiar. Alchemist creates a monstrous experiment, a demonic life-form that resembles a person. Born with high intelligence, he boasts high magic. Instead, the spirit is mechanical, less proactive, and dies quickly with a short lifespan. Thus, the main role is like an impromptu soldier. As an adventurer, he also had experience crusading illegal alchemists with homunculus. The best thing I ever slashed would have been a second class third class opponent compared to the demon in front of me.
"Traditionally, it was assumed that a man's semen was needed to make homunculus. But, you know, Charles said it around the fall. Can't you make it from a woman? So, instead of semen, I experimented with women's eggs."
"Eggs? What is it, man?... Do you know Dry?
"... come on?
Dry, the woman's body, also tilted her neck when asked.
Turius laughs bitterly as if he was frightened.
"If you crush it, it's the part in a woman's womb that ties it to a man's essence to make a baby. It gets old in roughly a month, so it drains out of the body with the moon object when it is exchanged for a new one.... I wonder why I have to start talking about it from the health and physical education dimension. Didn't anybody tell you that when you were a kid?
"Master, such knowledge is taught only in the alchemy discipline, even at the Academy of Magic Instruction. Even the therapeutic discipline has come to terms with old superstitions."
"Oh, speaking of which, I was. When you come with the therapeutic disciplines, you don't even autopsy corpses into the habit of magically twisting around the human body, so I can't believe it. That's a little too much for church teaching."
Kohon, and cough there.
"I'll get back to it... so I could make homunculus without any problems if I used eggs. That's why I thought. A Homunculus can be born by magically complementing a baby's vegetable crack, such as a sperm or an egg, that's not enough to be a creature? That's right. In other words, life expectancy is shorter because we are forced to make up for the missing parts of life's creation. If you tell the Shirl stream, you'll lose your soul."
"Oh, Cheng Cheng..."
Dry, who was listening, hit me in the hand.
"- Then what happens if you put both in a homunculus incubator with the man's essence and its eggs. That experiment was born in the EE series, right?
"Fifty. I wouldn't do anything so uncertain and abusive. I put the egg in the elf."
"Fertilized eggs, is it?
Again, the Dooers came up with a term that they didn't understand very well. but due to the flow and the sense of speech, somehow I can guess who it is.
Not really, though I don't feel good.
"Literal meaning. It's an egg with sperm in it. In other words, the baby's vegetables are stuck to each other, in the condition they were before they became babies."
In the hunch, I unwittingly cover my eyes.
The condition before you became a baby? Did you use that for an experiment? What the hell is that? There is also a lot to be desired. How is it different from experimenting with the fetus itself?
There will be bitterness from next to next, but I didn't put it in my mouth. I knew it was useless to say it, and no one other than Dooey seemed to care. He had nothing more to offer than to endure discomfort alone.
Turius' remarkable commentary continues.
"So, if you experimented with an elf fertilized egg, it worked amazingly. Fertilized eggs continued cell division, and the Homunculus casting procedure assisted it to accelerate growth. And how quickly it became an adult body. The point is fostering culture. It takes a hundred years to grow up to produce an elf in about ten days!
"That's... I mean, is the EE series not a homunculus, but an elf that has shortened the growth period!?
Dry rides herself out into the open with excitement. That would be so. Let's give birth to an elf, a long-lived subhuman, at the hands of man. Besides, you don't even need a hundredth of the years you're supposed to go by, you're growing up......
Really, there's no way out. Even when I heard you made Orihalcon, I didn't feel realistic, but this time it even exceeds it.
There must have never been a place to sell fights to God so far.
"Exactly! In other words, the technique of making homunculus was essentially the fostering culture of life forms. How did that ever become treated as an independent kind of demonic life-form and its method of making... it would be good to loosen it up later, though not exhaustively interested. What I'm looking for is actual technology itself, and studying the history of technology is the means to get it."
Nonetheless, Turius told it with the look of a child showing off his new toys.
Well, that's good. No one expects this man from the beginning, such as the righteous nerve of fear of God.
"And having a decent soul for them is tattooed by Sharr, an expert. Wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, yeah. He has a beautiful, powerful soul that looks like a proper long-lived species, unlike Homunculus' naïve. Maybe they'll live longer than average life expectancy humans. But I'm a little too innocent to play with."
"If you don't tell me, I won't do it to you. There are many uses for the EE series. A study of magic guidance technology that harnesses high magic power to replenish the current E-series when it is worn out…. Moreover, the semen of the elves has a limited number of rays and horns, and the eggs are difficult to remove. I can do mass production, but the cost is high. There's no such thing as toys."
Talk about the presence of an elf as if it were a tall tea bowl. Words that have so far disregarded the dignity of long-lived species will not even be heard in the slave market.
So even more astonishing words are thrown at the Dooers, who round their eyes and shut up.
"So, so far is the front seat story"
Pitty and the air froze.
Dry, who had the colour of excitement in his eyes, Schaal, who was pleased with the results of the research he contributed, and Dooey, who was not present in that circle, unwittingly doubt his ears.
The only ones who are calm are Fem, who doesn't know if they may or may not have emotions in the first place, and Uni, who is always in action with Turius.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. All this great achievement, front seat?
"There's more yet...... were you making something?
Towards the 'works', who tremble in amazement, the Lord smiles proudly.
"No, no, it's nothing serious. However, the practical application of the EE series has led to a steady supply of an expensive primitive called elf. Then there's one thing... I was wondering if I could get my hands on it carefully and modify it, but I wouldn't be punished."
And when I get up from the chair, I move on to the back of the room. There was a forest of glass cylinders emptied on the wall. That number, nine. Perhaps this is the incubator that produces the EE series.
Charles looked up like he noticed something.
"That, nine...? The total number of culture cylinders should be ten -"
I'm told, Dooey also runs his eyes on the wall.
The tenth cylinder-like thing Sharr was saying was quickly found. Something hidden in the dark sits in the center of them. The size is equal to that of a cylinder that is also lined up on a rough scale.
"Come on, Uni. Open your books."
"Yes, now"
A samurai who has received the life of the Lord will carry out the dismissal.
There it was:
…………
Girl soaking her whole body in translucent liquid colored in oranges - no, a small enough child to say toddler. That was in the cylinder, sleeping with a luxurious body.
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