Chapter 170: 170 The price of the advance

Heidemarie, who had jumped out of the hotel, had arrived in some secluded forest in Germany.

On the road, clouds began to drift in the clear skies, and the clouds were dubious. It is not so much about getting out, but depending on the mood in the sky in the future, it may become a rain pattern, etc.

Heidemarie has already inflicted a rabbit ride into her 'own room', in a light-hearted state.

Through the boundaries of the excommunication stretched out to the extent of my apologies, I was now as close to where I intended to be.

Based on the information, of course, it's a dull note from the Mizumi room. As per the precise information obtained by the informant Wigel, there was an inconsistency in the location of the matter that there were abandoned villages left out of life and, despite that, there were signs of human beings.

"Rituals in this place are really a bad hobby..."

What you see is a dirty bunch of ruins with a moldy smell and a smell on your nose. The building on the stone wall collapses and serves only as a stool, with glass fragments scattered throughout it and cult rope.

But I'd say it makes sense that you chose it as a subpoena. If we do it in an unpopular place, there will be no noise, and we can secure a large land. The fact that people were originally there and are gone makes them slightly, but also more mysterious. If it was a land with unusual customs, the ritual would be very convenient.

As a magician, I chose a natural place, so I don't praise it enough.

Heidemarie observes the abandoned village as she hides the trees.

Apparently, there are people wandering around with vain eyes. Eighty-nine, those who took or were drugged with blue medicine.

According to Shuiming's story, the request said the drug had something to do with it.

The aim of the goal is to summon and assimilate the divine character. Perhaps he manipulates those with magic and uses his obscure consciousness to make him believe in God for a temporary invocation.

Then,

"There is, isn't there? Some decent people."

Ten and eighty-nine, we will need humans to fan those who have fallen into a trans state. It's a 'master' who minds control his followers, which is common in cult denominations. It would be reasonable to have some companion or subordinate, since the power of the person assimilating with God alone has limits to fanning.

After all, as I thought, those with solid footprints patrolled the area. He was overseeing the addicts.

All being a magician and being involved in this matter would mean being a user enough to be involved in a hefty ritual.

Tough to deal with it all on your own - but you don't have to deal with it differently. In short, you just have to crush even the first phase of the prospect of a summons of divinity. Send them in, go get the King, and it'll all be over.

"The place is... right there, right?"

At the end of his gaze, there was a building with a cross on the roof.

Speaking of God, that would be it. Because it is an easy place to imagine the presence of God, it is a good idea. The mystery is also remarkably high, and anyone who tries to do something chooses this place.

Move the sight of the outdoors and enter without alarm. Inside, old paintings and decaying statues are placed, and the cross has an iconic father's model. Moldy, torn red carpets and ornate cylinders. Looking aside, a small wooden penance room is placed.

It's a typical Catholic church.

I peek at the back steps where I think I will perform the ritual of summons - but unexpectedly I can't find the altar or the magic formation.

"... not here? But security should have been thick..."

If it's going to happen, it's definitely here. It should be the only place. If you're a magician, you're definitely supposed to choose this place, but you're not ready to perform the ritual.

What does it mean? Hydemary caught up in preconceptions, I was surprised, that was when.

"- Heh. I thought it was time to come, but I didn't think Homncrus (me and my uncle) would come."

"- Tz!"

To the voice of sudden descent, Hydemary flies like he was bounced off the spot. And those signs that showed up, when I turned my gaze to the ceiling, I saw one boy sitting on the beam.

It was a beautiful boy, with golden hair cut into bob cuts. When I was a year, I was in my mid-teens. It is such a dazzling appearance that an angel painted in a painting decorated within the church jumped out of a two-dimensional crease.

Moreover, it is the Catholic white festive clothing and stra that stand for the glory and joy of God that holds itself together.

Let's just say it's perfectly ironic.

"You..."

"Here we go. Homunculus girl. Welcome to my church."

Quicker than Heidemarie asks, the blonde boy is respectfully thankful to treat his guests.

Heidemarie watched me and the boy who lied.

"You sound like you've been waiting for me."

"Naturally. I heard the execution was coming, so I was in a hurry to get ready for hospitality, and I was waiting to see what I could do."

"Trap -"

"You know... I guess I'm losing it late. But that's a Thousand Night Club subpoena. Sending a child's homunculus in advance of a hideous place doesn't make sense in the spot."

Some unfortunately mouthing boy - to Homunculus, Heidemarie bites his inner teeth.

Apparently, this blonde boy mistakes himself for a throwaway pawn for inadvertently stepping into a trap.

Respond to the blonde boy as he explores his surroundings to see if there are any sorcery tricks.

"Nothing. I wasn't dumped as a pawn. I came here of my own free will."

"Is that it? Even though you're a homunculus? Didn't someone give you an order?

"Yes."

"Hmm? That's a pretty special victory for a long time. You are. In what mood did you get here?

You don't need to know that.

"The way I see it is right to be here on orders."

"I don't know what you think of Homunculus, but we're not treated that way. Besides, I hope you don't call me by a tasteless name like you or Homuncrus. I have a proper name, Heidemarie Alzbain."

Two, the boy's eyebrows when he heard Hydemarie's words moved tightly.

"Heh, you, you're named after a Homunculus cunt. What? The whim of the guy who built it or something?

"It's only natural to give birth a name. People would name anything, wouldn't they?

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But the blonde boy stays silent and doesn't answer. Instead, it's the gloomy gaze that returns. It is a seemingly cloudy gaze, like a mixture of hatred.

That being said, Heidemarie asks the blonde boy.

"So, where is your husband?

"Come on? Where are you now? I don't know."

"I hope you don't blur. I don't care what the plan is, but your husband did it, didn't he? Are you even preparing for a summons outside the church?

to an exploratory inquiry, but the blonde boy shook his neck to the side.

"No, you're not. This is what I did."

"... you? Such an idiot. Impossible."

"Even if they say so, that's the truth."

That said, it was incomprehensible to the same Hydemary. It's hard to even think about Homunculus making a case like this himself. A homunculus is a treasure trove of knowledge. I can understand without having to think about what would happen if I made a case like this, and above all, I can't think of that benefit of acquiring power as to what Homncrus intends to do assimilate to divinity.

"... how could you do this, who is a homunculus?

"Why not? That's because I'm a homunculus."

……

To the words of the blonde boy, Hydemary is incomprehensible. What the hell does it mean because it's a homunculus?

Are you playing with mysterious things?

"Oh man. You don't seem to understand. If I do something nobody has ever accomplished before, I will be free from the Dilemma of Homunculus."

"... homunculus dilemma?

Heidemarie frowns at words not even in her knowledge of Homunculus.

"Did you know that? It's about the 'emptiness' that every homunculus has. We homunculus have nothing. All I have is knowledge. It's all inexperienced. Because I have no experience or achievements, even if I have knowledge, I feel like I have a hole in my chest somewhere. Doesn't he?

"That, is..."

High-demary doesn't have to be tried to mouth it.

I can't speak. Because if I put it in my mouth, I felt like I'd found something I'd never seen before. So I feel uncomfortable spreading all over my body with something I don't know about from my back.

That's right. Because it feels like something with a core...

"Don't you? Daiwa, you don't like that either, so isn't this how you got here?

And the blonde boy doesn't even wait for an answer to the question.

"You came here on your own to stop me from acting. Wouldn't that be because someone wanted an acceptable achievement?

"- Tz!"

With the words the blonde boy threw at me, I become aware. I will. That the reason I came here is exactly right.

How I got here.

Wasn't it to let that brunette boy know how capable and indispensable he is...

Reaching the verse that comes to mind, when I'm out of line, a blonde boy laughs at me for doing it.

"Haha! See, I knew it! You're the same! I moved on my own to accomplish something - and I set myself in a trap."

That's an uncomfortable grin to mock this one's failure.

When I realized it, it didn't seem like it, it was screaming.

"Don't be shy of the windy mouth I found out! I'm not like you! I'm the best homunculus your father ever built!

"Best homunculus, huh? I don't care if it's right. But it's true, isn't it? Then you're just like me. Why would you want to stop me?

The magic of a blonde boy grows in sight. At the same time, signs that the surgical ceremony will unfold. I was told to de-alert indoors.

"This is... junctional magic!?

Purple magic formations spreading at your feet. Shortly after I realized it, the place - my vision distorted as I marbled. Is it a spatial control technique? The surrounding colors gradually eroded into purple magic light, making the body heavier.

"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, okay? Where the hell is the alchemist who made you?

"- Your father's not here!

"No? Aren't you there? Then you're just like me. You were dumped by the man who built you."

"No! I'm not abandoned!

Then why isn't the alchemist who built you near you? Normally, a Ren Hospitalist should have Homncrus at his disposal, right?

Sure it is. But I was never abandoned. My father, Edgar, thought about the future and sent me to the sorcerer of the Order.

Yes, sir.

"I was sent to training for my future, so..."

"That's convenient. Homunculus is done building. At that point, there's no role left. Your father and I don't need you anymore, so we let it go."

"No! Your father is for me!

"Are you sure? Is it worth it, Homunculus?

"It's..."

Is there one? The words of the blonde boy are repeated at will in his head. Is it really worth it to me? Nor the weight of the years, myself in the high years of my life. I've never made anything of myself. I wonder how much the hell it's worth to me to have nothing like he says.

My vision is getting distorted. It melts into place, as if the melting furnace had been thrown in. At the same time, a consciousness that becomes thin.

However, as my consciousness faded, a mocking voice sounded in my head forever.

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