Elena said to Marconen, who answered without hesitation.
"There is nothing wrong with being able to make it," Elena said to Marconen. But there are only a few people in the world today who can do it, and I was wondering if you knew that."
"Oh, really?"
Marconen did not seem surprised when I asked him this.
(After all, this reaction is out of this world. ......)
"Yes, I am."
Elena is friendly on the surface, but in her heart she is unsure of Markkonen's true identity and true intentions.
"The <> denied the technology, so the inheritance of such advanced technology was cut off."
"......"
Elena then folded.
"How did you escape the influence of the <>, Mister Markkonen?"
"............"
"By all means, tell me. I don't blame you."
".................."
"Dear Mr. Markkonen..."
"......Good, I will answer you."
After a long pause, Markkonen opened his mouth.
"I ...... am a member of a family that lives in the north ...... of the continent, far north of the Franz Kingdom."
"In a place like that?"
"Yes. We are a small family of less than ten people.
Elena thought, "I see. The old lord of Horai Island probably couldn't have grasped the situation if it was that small.
Unless he knew what he was observing there, but since the area seemed to be uninhabited, he could only analyze the images from his <> and not observe it with his <> at all times.
The head of the family is Markosius. I was wondering if anyone knows ......?"
This naturally elicited a response from Elena.
"Markosias,......! <?"
"Yes, that is correct. But the master said that he had abandoned the clan, so he is just Marcosius.
* * * *
"So he was related to Marcosius after all.
On Horai Island, the old man and Jin were watching Elena's meeting through a peeping-telescope.
"So you're a disciple ....... He got a disciple too, huh?"
<
"Indeed, he was a golem-maker."
< incident.
"That one, too, was a bad opponent, but it moved quite well."
He had been unable to stand up to a gargoyle made of adamantite, but before that, he had been able to overpower a normal gargoyle.
"I see, ambition may be that."
Although the aid to the demons...... has removed the bitterness and hatred, the technical frustration remains, and it is likely that he left the Nordic Federation to train in wandering.
As for Jin, it is not hard to understand his feelings.
"I wonder if Markosias is still burning with humiliation?"
"Yes, he is."
* * *
"We lived in the northern part of the great mountain range known as the Kruger Mountains. < didn't come that far either."
Markonen states plainly.
"We lived in subterranean caverns, with all sorts of innovations to make the inside more comfortable."
He becomes more eloquent.
"You say <>, are we brothers? Are we brothers or disciples?"
"When I say 'we,' we are not all blood related. We are all orphans found by our master and father-in-law, Mr. Marcosias, while he was wandering.
"Oh, yes. ...... I'm sorry, please continue."
Elena apologized for the intrusion and asked him to continue.
"I don't have much to say to you now. We knew that the ......<> was on the rampage, so we tried to stay out of it. And now that we seem to have lost that worry, we have scattered like this."
"I see. ...... Finally, what is your purpose?"
Elena asked straightforwardly. This is the most important thing.
"Purpose? One, I wanted to spread the word about the technique I had learned. The other is that he ordered us, his students, to see the world. And ......"
"And?"
"No, the other is a private matter."
Markkonen trailed off.
"Private, you say? ...... are you asking or looking for something, by any chance?"
When Elena said this, Markkonen reacted with a slight twitch.
I knew it. ......I'm sorry, I didn't mean to test you. But we < also have a network of information. Maybe we can help you?"
"......"
Hearing Elena's words, Marconen pondered. He was probably pondering whether or not to reveal his final goal to her.
After about five minutes of silence, Elena was about to say, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to.
"......An automata with black hair."
Marconen whispered.
"What?"
"I want to see the black-haired automaton again,...... that's what the master wants."
Speaking of the black-haired automata, Elena could think of only one thing.
"Mr. Reiko?
I whispered to her,
"That's it! That's the name!
Marconen bit into the conversation with great speed.
"You know him?"
"Yes."
"Can you ...... tell me ...... where it is, who owns it, or what I have to do to meet it?"
"If you can tell me what you're going to do if you meet with them, I'll be more than willing to consider it."
The discussion has already strayed far from the original purpose of the meeting, but no one mentions it.
And then.
"...... Master wants to meet you, isn't that enough?"
"Yes. If possible, please tell us why."
"...... Okay. The master's lifelong goal is to create an automaton that will surpass ...... that automaton called ."
"......"
And Markkonen continues.
"I don't mean to destroy each other or anything like that. You have to believe that."
Seeing Elena's slight frown, Markkonen hurriedly added, "It's just that I don't want to be a part of it.
"I just want to see the end of the road I've been on, that's all.
Her tone conveyed that she was sincerely concerned about her mentor, Markosias.
After thinking about it, Elena decided to disclose some information.
"Did you know that Mr. Reiko is a follower of <>?"
Yes, I have heard that.
And what do you know of the current generation of magecraft masters?
I don't know much.
"...... I see."
I realized that I had not been in this world long enough to know much about it.
"Mr. Reiko is with the current generation ......3 generation <."