Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~
Outside School Life Phobidung Life
Frederica Julianna von Castelbern unexpectedly doubted his eyes at the sight.
"... excuse me"
Dean's Office of the Department of Alchemy, Magic Instruction Academy. Through that door, Turius Shrounan Ovenil comes out with a dropped shoulder and a depressed look. But this strange international student from the kingdom of Arquelle basically never moves into things. He is a creature that digests every day, always laughing at the thin and uncontaminated. He was insensitive to doing so even during his autopsy practice, which compels him to return breakfast to some of his freshmen every year, with only a stretch out of his mouth. Ningro, it was so much more intolerable to see Frederica watching as she cut people's bodies apart like cakes.
Above all, it was strange to see a dark face coming out of the dean's office. Professor Graumann, the head of the alchemy department, is close to Turius. The two, who were willing early in school, were still seen discussing with pleasure, going beyond the position of teacher and apprentice. … its contents are sometimes elusive, and sometimes accompanied by ignorance of humanity, it shreds as it sees its willingness to continue listening.
Either way, he's such a friendly master. I couldn't solve the fact that Turius, who finished the conversation, had a dark look on his face.
(What the hell happened?
Frederica couldn't help but be intrigued. A feminine gossip hobby around the age, or curiosity as an alchemist's qualities as the teacher preaches. I'm worried about the horn and the situation.
If I had noticed, I would have stopped him from walking away in the hallway without my knowledge.
"Oh, ovenil. You have a less than enough look on your face, don't you?
Shit, Frederica listens to herself jumping out of the edge of her mouth while thinking.
She didn't like this guy. Somehow, a man named Turius makes him the best honor student in alchemy and the worst problematic kid in the Academy. So far, it has nothing to do with the kind of scandal that punishments go down, but the grey suspicions are accumulating to the point of darkness. There had been incidents the other day, such as the library of the Academy, which housed a huge amount of forbidden books, whose guards and clerks had fainted during working hours and continued to sleep for about three days. Relevance is unknown, but from Turius's room in the student dorm, he said, the sound of writing continued to sound for a while. It is a full rumor that he secretly copied the Book of Enchantment, which is forbidden to be published.
It had sparked various other incidents and suspicions, large and small, and each time, on behalf of inert professors and weak alumni, Frederica was feathers running to wipe her ass. It would also be natural to develop a sense of bad taste.
There was no rush to learn of her regrets, and the troubled child turned his face here without hiding the thought that she smelled annoying.
"Hmm? Oh, Mr. Frederica... that's unusual, I can't believe you're talking to me"
"Ovenil, I don't remember forgiving you for calling my first name?
"Was I? Well, that's good. I'm a classmate. Mr. Castelbern, what a way to call it, it's going to bite your tongue."
Even if you bite your tongue and die, you can always do it this way. That's what I'd say, but Frederica is also a lady at the edge of the aristocracy. Indulge in unproductive scolding and continue to speak.
"I'm not good. Doesn't it seem like you and I have an intimate relationship to be called names even though they are heterosexual? I don't want to be misunderstood around you."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with that. What you hate about me is a well-known fact in the academy... and by the way, did I do something that you don't like?
"Although I think all female students don't like you, not just me. Whatever you do, you're in the middle of a sacred schoolhouse doing some confusing business with a girl."
He tells them that it is also filthy to speak and that he seeps disgust.
Despite a brief period of months from enrollment, Turius' extensive business was finally famous at the Academy. Courtesy, spiritual medication, whatever. And most importantly, the famous merchandise... is slavery. If he speaks, a significantly skilled slave is cheap, appears from nowhere and is wholesaled. A swordsman's escort, sometimes even a magic guide, with superior skill in carrying luggage with pride of power. Moreover, I am surprised that all of them behave faithfully without having to use the magic hanging on the collar.
A particular delight among them is the female slave. He is the son of man, even though he is the wizards who learn from the Academy of Wizards. Disconnected from physiological cravings are not detached. There was also a young man in his late teens, and there were some male students who could not contain their lust for women. Turius sells slaves as a gateway to desire, even to those people. If you are a female student of cleanliness, wouldn't it be better to fingerprint him as a colored demon?
"Even this one, I don't care when you get your hands on it."
Turius frowned outwardly as he held his arms to shelter his body and let him tremble.
"Why would I have to do something so useless?"
"... what?
Unexpectedly a low voice. It is reassuring that Frederica is not seen as such an object, but it is said to be futile as well, which prevented her from eclampsia. Knowing or not such a mood, the man in front of you keeps getting it.
"Academy female students would be noble or wealthy children, or the secrets that the instructors would otherwise have headlined and scouted? Bad handouts are the result of burns. I would say no, even if it were wanted by the other party. Too risky."
"What do you think? You're not a man, are you? First of all, even if they say it while planting and selling things to slaves, it won't be enough to be convincing."
"It's not like I'm planting it. It's easier and quicker to leave those things to a specialist vendor. First of all, if you're stuck with that, you're running out of time for research. We need to move our heads and hands before we can move our hips."
Turius' eyes, so to speak, lacked temperature, as did the phase. The same eyes when cleaning up everyday chores, and when dissecting the human body. An inhuman face with the exact same look, both when talking to people and when separating people. Frederica can't like this man because she can show him such a thing.
"... well, fine. I'll convince you here. Even if there are many things missing from you as a lord, it is now. What's wrong with you today? Somehow, I came out of the professor's room with a face that didn't float."
Finally, cut to the point. That was the end Frederica spoke to this infamous man in the first place. Asked, Turius scratched his head a little melancholy and opened his teasing mouth.
"Oh, that? To tell you the truth, I ate a big eyeball from the professor."
Rare, and blinking Frederica. It is this man who has always been adored by Professor Grauman and has also been turned around for the opportunity to dissect precious bodies. That's not what it is, such as taking reprimands from a teacher.
"Look, the challenges put out during this time. I'm late for my submission."
"This Previous Issue...... Oh, Is it Creating a Chimera"
Chimera is a type of magical creature made by multiplying multiple organisms. For alchemists it is one of the means of studying life creation, as well as a user demon to defend himself, who is lacking in direct combat power. Naturally, even in the alchemy discipline of this Academy, its production exists as one of the courses.
"You hadn't submitted it yet? I hope all the Seminar students are done."
"Yeah. While I'm at it, I'm a little overpunished. It's taking more time and money than I thought... after that, I just need to incorporate one or two parts, but I ran out of money. It's the wings that make Uni money."
Speaking of which, I won't always leave beside him - I'm even waiting in the hallway during a lecture - and I don't see that slave girl. Although the significance of escorts is scarce within the academy, where the school rules for the prohibition of private fighting are published, it is rare inside.
"... frightened. As much as the material in the issue chimera, if you apply, it will be accommodating."
In fact, Frederica's production, which I have already submitted, is also made of material given to me by the Academy. A demon of use to the extent that he has grown bat feathers on cats, but what is being asked in this challenge is not combat power or the like, but the accuracy and convenience of synthesis. First and foremost, the ethics of the Academy should not be scarce enough to make students build biological weapons.
"Just in case, what do you want to make a chimera out of? Though it must be a very expensive masterpiece to run someone like Mr. Uni to a gold plan."
"You are somewhat fond of her because you don't like me..."
Turius flaunts his shoulder.
In fact, Frederica's feelings for Uni are closer to being described as sympathy rather than favor. She is a woman who has no physical appearance, upbringing, ability, or even a healthy attitude to enslave herself in all aspects. It is tied with a collar to what kind of roundabout it is, to a raft that plays an absurd Abacus under this bong surface. It would be more impossible not to show pity.
"Well, I don't care about that. The real deal is with chimeras. What I'm trying to make isn't such a big substitute."
"From what I've heard, I don't think we can do anything but substitute for it?
Student separated alchemists, both skilled and personable, laugh bitterly at their classmates' allegations.
"Don't break my hip... I'm going to make it this time, it's an exemplary example of what's in the textbook -"
Adventurer Guild of the City of Galerin, Grandonburg Great King's Capital of the Federation of Zanktogaren. For the Lord's sake, Uni, who, as usual, came looking for work for funding, was facing unexpected events there.
"... no job?
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. [Silver Wolf] 's"
To Uni, who unexpectedly lurked his eyebrows, the grandfather of the guild standing at the reception flickers a bitter laugh. The man who rolls up his sleeve and exposes his thick arms unlike the clerical style, wondering if an adventurer who has left active duty has been hired by the guild, thumbed up a bulletin board that will stick out the request.
"Was it inspired by your work enthusiasm? These days, all the people in this city started digesting requests... well, it must have been a bad roundabout."
"From what I've seen, there seems to be some work left to be turned to grades E ~ D"
Uni reading and pointing out the slip posted quickly on the side.
but her adventurer rank is C. Imitation like taking a job from a peer lower than yourself and going around would not be a praiseworthy act. Naturally, the receptionist also looks sinister.
"Dude, that would be trouble. Turning a lower request to a higher adventurer is an extraordinary way to accomplish quests when they are late. You don't have to do that at the moment, but you can't use your good offices. Introduce the right rank of adventurer to the right request. That's why it's called the Alliance."
"I understand. But can't you just humiliate me there, please?
"Um, yeah..."
On top of each other, the opponent shows how shaken he is. Anyway, Uni is a promising worker for the Alliance. The speed at which requests are made and the rate of achievement are extraordinary, and it is also an exception to the good sense of giving two names that should be given to the superior from C-ranked strengths. There is no alternative to preferential treatment to the extent that it facilitates some accommodation.
but
"Hey, Grandpa. Did you take this request?
"So is our party. You don't mind, do you? The rank is commensurate with the request."
As expected, the other adventurers begin to stick their stickers and stick them out to the counter. The bulletin board that put the request on was quickly cleaned up beautifully and refreshingly.
"That's a really bad roundabout, [Silver Wolf]... what a translation. Give up for today."
"You have no choice. Now if you'll excuse me."
After a grace with the pepper, creep through the wooden doors and exit the guild building.
If this happens, should the wild monsters be hunted and sold materials for crusade rewards? It was a uni to judge so, but I parked my feet in the figure of a group of adventurers walking from the front.
"Hehe... Big Fish Big Fish"
"Hey, that was tough, but now we can play and live for a while"
"We make money, citizens don't have to be scared of demons. Nobody's gonna hurt you....... hihihihi"
Hearing bragging about bloody leather bags swollen in their portable bread. So I figured. Daimyo, I guess you're home from ravaging nearby demons. Even if Uni goes hunting from now on, it won't be possible to earn satisfactory money.
(... that's a strange way to go)
Due rank requests are made in advance, and quests for lower ranks in defamation of the Articles of Association are taken away by adventurers of the right rank as soon as they apply for acceptance. And this is it at the arrow tip where I tried to go wild hunting. Neither did she stand up to you so much that she could accidentally clean up a series of events.
That's what I was thinking, and it's not like the group that showed up. Uni looked them in the eye. The random returning adventurers were pouring a laughing glance on her as she passed. Before being an adventurer, Uni was a slave in a less than civilian capacity, looking oddly dressed as a maid of honor on top of luxury. For this reason, there is no reason to be taken lightly by the client as a peer or sometimes.
but what i just felt is not the same contempt from those preconceptions again. If you say so, it was close to the superiority of doing it.
(Cheng Cheng. Is that what you mean)
Sooner or later, she walks out again. I'm not going to go to the hunting ground ready for nothing, or to report a wreck under my husband, Turius. Turning to his feet was the famous tavern as a hoard for adventurers.
On that day, Galerin's liquor store, Pawn Bird's Pavilion, was busy with big guests. This restaurant is known as an Adventurer's Tavern. Naturally, most of the guests were adventurers based in the city of Galerin.
"Here's to Brother Margas of [Hammer], the gallerin 'brave man!
"Ha ha!
Men who seem to bend over to see, ramblingly pounding Yale's foaming jock. It is a gathering of Margas the B-rank Adventurer and his brother-in-law, a man known as Face Role by the unreliable adventurers in this city.
"Hey, thanks to your brother's help this time."
"Really. Very painful!"
"Thanks to that leftover person, I was up here..."
To the drumming of the molecules, one person in the center of one seat, Margas licking champagne only herself, broke up with each other.
"Huh. Naturally, the head of the city's adventurers, leave me alone. I won't let that Alquarian slave look big forever."
"Kah, I'm paralyzed!
"Yikes, a hundred manpower!
[Margus the Hammer] gets drunk once in a while because of the cheer around him and the taste of wine that nobles can't taste.
This gathering was, so to speak, a banquet for the launch. The purpose of this is a return of interest to a female slave named [Uni of the Silver Wolf], a new adventurer who recently appeared in the city of Galerin, a C-rank style but in the name of two names. Attempts to mobilize a party or a bunch of trinkets that can't resist threats and monopolize the requests that are brought to Galerin's guild and the crusade of nearby monsters. Celebrating the success of that first phase.
"Now the busy woman would have guessed who was tightening this place up."
"No, no, it comes with a silver collar somehow. I wonder if you have a crush on the area."
"Hehe. You think your head is lighter than your butt!
The surrounding men spoken wild words to corrupt a woman who is not here. They're right, what happened today is only a warning. That I just did it by showing one scale of Margas's power so that the wild beasts would show their territory with odors and carved landmarks on the trees. In the process, he lends a hand to the adventurers under his umbrella, also with the aim of making them inhale the sweet juice of the reward of achieving the request taken from Uni.
Regardless, they collect a percentage of their commission from those in the lower ranks who have the help of Margas. High-ranking adventurers roughing up low-ranking requests is a distraction from guild policy, but this is the street if you work your head a little. There are many ways out. Nevertheless, it would be impossible for someone in the leftover and slave class......
Margas laughs at her power stretched over this city.
(Well, if I can't guess how this works, what if I call you here and tell you politely? After you and your tuition)
Draw a masculine face and limbs on the back of the brain of a female wolf roughing people's territory, one tongue nodding. Imagine how that clear expression distorts beneath you, but I remember more daughters than alcohol does. Anyway, it's a rumor exclusively that he put his owner, the nobleman, in charge of getting all his expensive gear together. Looks like a female slave, and you can expect it from your manifold...
I tilted the glass while I thought so and realized that the contents were already empty.
"Ooh, sister. What are you doing? What are you doing?
"Yes. Now…"
Ordered by a transgressive voice, the liquor store daughter begins pouring new liquor with her voice and body trembling.
Anyway, a creature called Adventurer is a monster that kills monsters. It should also be called an outsider with a human appearance. If you break your mood or make trouble, you will be exposed to the violence that is usually directed against demons on its own. At first, it is in the guild's articles of association that people in Ichii do not have to work intact, but it is the magic of alcohol that causes them to forget such common sense and reason. With that in mind, there would be no choice but to frighten a powerless widow.
Margas empties her cup either with a new sense of superiority as a strong man or with a higher pace.
"hahaha...... really good booze"
"Looks like you can enjoy it, most importantly"
"Answer. expensive liquor, a beautiful sister on a delicious knob. I feel alive to surround these seats."
Along with the woman's voice, now the liquor is poured at the same time as it is dried. The man got better and better.
"Is it true? So, are you sure you're satisfied?
"Oh, satisfied. Adventurer, we're all out of profit."
"I mean - you don't have any remorse left, do you?
"No, not yet. I'm sure I'll have another great meal for the next seat."
"That's interesting. Can I ask you something for later school?
"A woman adventurer like [Uni of the Silver Wolf] who recently crossed from Arquelle, no, a slave. Now I'm going to call him here."
"... Were you"
"Oh. So, my hobby is to teach a petty female slave who wreaks havoc on our territory a little bit about the world. Hey, I can't wait to see what you look like now!
Margas laughs in a good mood and turns to her face to make sure she follows the curator.
The grin,
"The journey. Now, take a look at it."
I saw a faceless expression that was far from approximate to customer business, making noises and freezing.
"......................................................... Huh?
Dark hair, green eyes, a face that lacks human flavor and white skin that falls out too neat. Above all, a silver collar in the costume of the maid who wraps it up - [Silver Wolf] 's uni. A woman who's not supposed to be here right now looks at this one with an emotionally invisible mechanical eye.
"And? Why are you here?"
"You say a lot of strange things. I asked because you wanted to see your face. Besides, you wanted to invite me, didn't you?
In response to the upset Margas, the woman who appeared abruptly told him not to even be a nickel.
(Shit! Fuckin 'kidding me, you motherfucker...! But you misread the trick, you idiot. How many of my brothers are here?
The man moved his gaze slightly and peered at his companions. No, I tried to peek.
But the power he was asking for,
"Ugh..."
"Pain... Pain..."
When did it happen, it was already folded and rolled on the floor of the tavern. Regardless, this is the work of Uni. While Margas and the others were very drunk, they beat the crap out of their men and then replaced them with the daughters of the discretionary taverns. It is an amazing early start.
"- Then, stupid......!?
"Well, shall I do the same for you?"
Stunning and trembling, Margas approximates, Uni reaches down to her waist with a faint expression. To the pattern of a dagger, her specialty.
"Don't lick it!!
Prior to that, Margas hands and waves her own gains that were set on the table. His weapon is also a war hammer, named [Hammer]. At first glance it looked like a coarse making, but it was also a courtesy with its fruit, acceleration, curing, weighting and three magic grants. If it strikes directly, it is an overweight blunt instrument that slaps even the Giant's skull like a melon.
The shock came from the grip of my hand.
(hehe, hehe... he surprised me a little, but I'm not mad at him.)
It was originally a blow by wielding a murder weapon to crush an alien monster. There's not a whole lot of luxury women out there. I felt a little spared when I tried to get Hammer's head back.
"Hey, what...?
I can't move. I can't tell you what a weapon I used with my hands and feet. The martial bone hammer did not move, pushing or pulling, from the position where it was supposed to have been slapped on Uni's face.
"... I don't have much trouble getting it rampaged. Even though disputes between adventurers are a loss to death, damage to the private sector must be compensated accordingly."
I can't even peek at the shards of pain, flat voices flying in. A blow by the hammer was not a hit. It is kept stationary in the air on the verge of hitting it. Uni's sly hand grabs the middle of the pattern and holds it down perfectly. The girl's slender arm, one hand at a time, completely exceeds the strength of both arms of a musculoskeletal man.
After what happened here, Margas finally realized. How many monsters were the opponents you provoked with half the play. And he doesn't know. How much blood I have sipped from my peers before the monster who looked like a maid in front of me came to this country.
In doing so, a silver flash runs into one letter, pulled out of sight. That was the last sight [Margas the Hammer] recognized as a human being.
A few days later. at the Galerin Academy of Magic Instruction.
"The ovenil guy, another hell of a thing..."
"I thought it was strange that he was late."
Students in the alchemy discipline whisper as they gather their gaze into a single point. It was the Turius handmade chimera, submitted beyond the due date of the assignment, that was the object of their attention.
"No, it's embarrassing. After waiting for you, I can only prepare these textbook items..."
He says so and scratches his head, but from Frederica, who was shown his production, it just seems too humble and disrespectful.
(Ha, I do...... although it's an example thing in a textbook! In this case, I wouldn't call it textbook like that, normal!?
With a headache, he sees the creature brought into the plaza for practical use.
The chimera clearly drew a line with what other students had been able to flaunt. A brave monster who boasts a body that looks mighty to see and unleashes a wave of magic that feels frightened by his skin even when he is away. There will be no problem in seeing him as a first-tier user demon who can already withstand the actual battle.
No, that's not really what we need to talk about. It's a creature hung up to make that chimera. The monster created by Turius has the body of a lion and grows another, the head of a goat, so that it branches out of its shoulder from the original carnivore. On his back, he spread wings reminiscent of a raptor, and, in the extreme, the head of a snake was stretched instead of his tail.
It combines the neck of a herbivore in the body of a carnivore, and has wings for flying in the sky, and even elements of reptiles, which are warm animals - indeed, a chimera that is also listed as an example in the textbooks. However, it is an ideal image of a "first-rate alchemist, Chimera is not to be made". It is the first level at which a muscle path of creation can be built by becoming a master of that path that has spent decades drilling. Nevertheless, it is not a substitute for what a student would make as a production task.
(What insane...... if I may say, isn't it a similar imitation of the performance of historical figures learned from biography)
I was going to get used to this international student serving up something flighty, but he was still deep.
Okay, well, what kind of assessment does Professor Grauman give to this outrageous submission? Including Frederica, the students waited for the professor to finish the appraisal with an intriguing look.
"Phew, if you add what you've been waiting for after the due date...... something like 55 points"
The insane disciple teacher still scores hard on insanity.
"Hmm, I knew you couldn't"
"I honestly admit that I can synthesize so many chimeras at that age. No matter, the structure remains rough. Powerful as a demon, but only fragile as an organism. In terms of completeness, Castelbern's example is better."
Graumann said as he moaned the gray jaw.
Even so, the chimera made by Frederica is a winged cat. There is no way I can honestly think that my example is superior to such an outrageous monster. Even if they compare disposable weapons of mass destruction to their homemade knives and praise this one for being more sturdy, where and who would be happy.
but Turius didn't seem to disagree with the professor's assessment either.
"Did you get a little too stiff on the unwanted part?"
"You spit flame braces out of the lion's mouth and lysate bubbles out of the goat's mouth, right? Oven nil, you are usually a bad habit to run into useless romance. Wouldn't it be more functional to use the brace as a weapon and squeeze it into one?"
"Hey, I've got a bunch of corner heads, and I was wondering if it would be more interesting to have a variety of weapons... and I think it's essential to be romantic in order to excel at alchemy."
"So if I'm late in submitting my assignment, I won't be able to take care of it... well, good. Let's also pass the chimera production practice."
It is a tough one because it is as good as any other Semi student. For a moment, this may also be a reversal of the professorship's expectations of Turius, but as a mediocre student comparable to him, it is a complex state of mind.
"Ha... I failed. It was painful that it was delayed when the material was collected. If I had aligned it early, I could have adjusted it carefully. I wonder if he'd be blunt if he was poor."
"... I don't think we can procure distant creatures such as lions."
I'll point that out to Turius, who dropped his shoulder and returned to the student line. He sounded like someone else.
"Well, the lion went high on the boulder, didn't it? That's when the funds flew so crude that we didn't even have a budget to buy slaves to use for brain miso for control."
"... Huh?
Frederica's bitter smile freezes.
What did this man say now? Using brain miso for the control system? Does that mean... that the human brain is used for that chimera, the user demon that sent and collected the beast?
"Ovenil, you..."
"Hey, if Uni hadn't come up with the construction on the earthen field, you wouldn't have made it... hmm? What's the matter, Mr. Frederica? You look so scared."
- No, it's nothing.
No shards of a man's guilt. On her mouth, she swallows words of censure in inches. I know a long time ago that a man named Turius Shrounan Ovenil is such a person. During previous presentations about pharmacological studies, he used human experimentation on slavery as an argument to wield a hot valve, which also blued all concerned except Professor Grauman. Even then, he said to the criticisms from around him, "Whatever you do with slaves, your husband's freedom, right?" I just said it with a strange face.
I'm sure this time the pursuit will end in vain. So she kept asking.
"I'll ask you just in case, the brain I used for that chimera. You didn't unduly take it from the owner, did you?
"... you're worried too. It's okay. I didn't remove the brain miso from the average person there. They offered it to me from someone who wouldn't be guilty of killing me."
"Really?"
Then I guess there's no problem. At least, the professor who assesses what this man has worked on won't care, and the official constitution of this country is not guilty. Use human corpses for magic. If that's a crime, there won't be a department in this academy called Spiritualism or anything like that. No one is to blame for trying to kill anyone but nobles, priests and civilians who have civil rights. Damn, Frederica thinks it's a terrible world.
"By the way, what do you do after you submit that chimera? It's hard to keep a creature that big in a dorm room."
I don't know, I don't know.
Put aside your words and turn your heels back and leave Turius.
Frederica Julianna von Castelbern hated a man named Turius Shrounan Ovenil. Insane and inhumane, then only the skill of alchemy crosses like a bad dream. The business of incorporating human brain miso into a chimera packed with naive ideas is truly a partial representation of the nature of an alchemist named Turius. Whoever you hurt as you desire, try to be good if you don't get wounded. Selfish, endurance is nothing short of his essence.
Will this man, when left alone, have an unpleasant influence on the alchemy discipline, on the academy, on more people who are no more than that, with the technology? Even such a fear becomes inconceivable as something abrupt.
(Really this guy...... wish he died soon)
To the man who sought immortality and for that reason chose the path of alchemist, she wished from the bottom of her heart its prompt death.
For the record, Chimera, submitted by Turius at this time, ended up taking care of the alchemy students together.
"It's not a rare and poorly made piece of ovenil production, but it's also a useful teaching material for teachers on the other hand. For those who have not been able to produce chimeras as far as this area, let it be a living signpost."
is Grauman's valve.
As for Frederica, it is a creepy and irresistible substitute, such as a chimeric that uses humans as a material at the center of the brain, for example. So I wasn't very deeply involved, but it seems that the other Graumann Semi students looked after him quite enthusiastically as a precious living specimen of a chimera close to ideal.
But it wasn't worth it, and the chimera quickly faded to death in about two months, as the professor seemed to see. According to a student who was often in charge of feeding, his appetite was sluggish and he died like half-starved... but whether that was a deficiency caused by Turius' mistake in creating or a far-fetched suicide by the will of those who were made into the material of the chimera remains unclear quite some time after that death.
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