The Academy’s Time Limit in a Novel Written by a Friend - The Academy’s Time Limit in a Novel Written by a Friend chapter 73

73 – Episode 73 Academy Isn’t it all about traveling on the water? (10)

The alchemist of the rose.

The world he was born in was a world where alchemy was developed.

He was quite an unusual figure for an alchemist, perhaps because of his natural beauty and temperament, he always paid attention to cleanliness and appearance, and while other alchemists pursued gold and immortality, he studied beauty and the mysteries of finite life.

Many alchemists laughed at him.

An idiot who wastes his natural talent.

That was the nickname his colleagues called him.

When his colleagues laughed at him like that, he would smile and say.

-I prefer roses to gold.

He always insisted that beauty is beautiful because it will one day decline, and that constancy is worthless.

He insisted that a single rose that makes people smile is more valuable than gold, and that a field of flowers covering an entire area is more valuable than a single rose.

For the first time in his life, his lover, whom he thought was more beautiful than flowers, wanted to touch.

He longed for the knight commander of the kingdom, who was so beautiful, and they fell in love very quickly because the knight commander was also interested in him.

“…That was the problem.”

Yeah, that was the problem.

-Approaching is not recommended. It’s okay to touch things outside, but this place was cherished by the previous owner…

“Yes, there are many dangerous devices. I know.”

The captain of the knights is dead.

She always wanted to die like a flower on the battlefield, but she fell ill and died from exhaustion.

It was an incurable disease that could not be cured by medicine at the time.

The alchemist, who had been arguing that his lover had died and that everything had value because it was finite, understood keenly that what he said was so arrogant.

He abandoned the beliefs he had built up throughout his life, discarded values, and studied immortality, resurrection, and ways to defy the providence.

The alchemist of the rose became a madman.

But at the same time he didn’t cross the line.

Most lunatics sacrifice other things for their own ends, but he did not.

His purpose was to bring her lover back to life, and for her to come back to life and smile at herself, everything she loved had to be the same.

He also loved the people she loved and protected.

She tried not to lose her beloved self.

If someone saw it, they might ridicule it as halfway madness, but it wasn’t.

He was beaten by a lunatic.

Because of his fanatical belief that his precious person will surely be resurrected, because of his arrogant confidence that he can bring him back to life, because of the realization that he will continue even if he fails, he was able to maintain all of that.

To greet the return of your precious one with a smile.

Lest she be disappointed with her changed self.

Most of them would have despaired in the middle. I would have failed and set foot in the apostleship, or I would have given up.

However, he was too extraordinary to meet the same end as those criminals.

Through numerous trials, he created a research product worthy of being called a feat.

Things that used to be called taboos were created without breaking taboos.

The treasure of alchemy, the Philosopher’s Stone, made from the souls and bodies of living humans.

He succeeded in making it out of plants.

Tried to revive her through her treason, ignoring the law of her alchemy, her equal exchange, but with the power of going against her providence, she couldn’t bring her lover back to life, who had already died many years ago. .

The next thing I made was the elixir. It is a special elixir created by melting the fruit of the World Tree, which is said to be able to heal all wounds, with his technique.

However, this was not something that could bring his lover back to life.

He knew that too.

It was just an object made in order not to lose her who brought her back to life.

And after countless challenges, he finally made a homunculus into an artificial human.

I wasn’t trying to be satisfied with a substitute.

If there is no way to fully revive her, I intend to prepare her body and open the door to her underworld to bring her soul.

The alchemists thought he was completely insane.

To those who believed in technology, the concept of the underworld was nothing more than superstition to them.

However, he managed to open the door to the underworld with natural talent and acquired madness.

And wished his own lover.

I made a wish to the being looking at me from the other side of the door.

In this way, he unwillingly crossed a line that an alchemist who lived for people, leaving behind countless achievements, did not want to cross.

Because the god in charge of the underworld in his world did not have a finite nature.

At the cost of countless others’ lives, he managed to get her soul back.

The soul is a horse.

I looked at the homunculus that must contain his lover’s soul.

Floating in a huge transparent test tube, she looked like a beautiful doll, but she was definitely a living person.

I approached her, avoiding her traps and things I shouldn’t touch as carefully as possible.

There is a saying called soul spirit.

When a person dies, it goes up to the sky and sinks to the ground.

It means that the soul of a person is divided after death, but simply put, it means that memories and information from the previous life do not exist in the soul.

What he regained after abandoning his beliefs.

She wasn’t.

It has the same appearance, voice and soul, but there is no memory in the head, no experience in the body, and above all, no emotion in the gaze looking at itself.

So he despaired and took his own life.

“Really, this bastard is my friend, but he put such a grandiose setting on a disposable dungeon. You bastard.”

Even in the original work, this homunculus is not found.

Originally, Arcadia, which takes up the rewards here, didn’t even know about the secret room.

If you’re going to fuck it, why did you write it in the alternative setting book?

I would have liked it if it was Lilac’s chance to get drunk later, like the will of the saint, but it doesn’t seem like that.

As I slowly avoided all the traps and approached him, the face of the homunculus showed a bit of surprise.

…She has no memory, but she is close to a real person with a soul of her own.

It’s not like they don’t have emotions.

How did she feel after enduring in Vigo alone for such a long time?

The only thing you can do is figure out the structure of this place through the infused memories, and reflect on your memories while waiting for guests to come someday.

There is only one person she has seen since she was born.

He was everything to her because he gave birth to him, but after a moment of joy, he soon despaired, and the despair turned into anger, and the anger soon turned into nothingness and swallowed up his life.

Her What does it mean to her that I, the second person she met in her life.

I don’t know because that’s not written in the setting book, but it’s not a simple feeling to dare to predict.

When I finally reached her, she said nothing.

I reached out to her and lifted her test tube where she was stuck… Her bottle beside her.

-…?

“Ah, I’m going to pack some things. If I save you first, it will collapse here.”

– Ah yes. That’s right. No, that’s right.

Something seems unfair, but I can’t help it. I have to take care of what I have to take care of.

As soon as I opened the bottle, the sweet scent of flowers spread softly.

Elixir.

A supreme elixir that can revive those who are not dead and easily recover even moderate internal injuries.

When he prayed for the woman he loved, the miracle potion she created was not just an elixir.

I swallowed the medicine so that the medicine would not go away, and the mild taste spread through my body along my throat.

Until now, through training, I had recovered this beggarly body and forcibly brought it back, but that did not mean that I had fully recovered.

In the end, the muscles and bones that were twisted at the cost of excessively using congenital skills at a young age were intact, and even if they were strengthened and trained, the effect was not very great.

But from now on, it’s different.

My heart was beating loudly.

The moment you feel the liquid entering your throat, the medicinal effect spreads throughout your body and begins to take effect.

If it were a simple elixir, twisted muscles and bones would be corrected and the disease or wound would disappear, but this medicine is not.

A gem of the highest genius researched and improved to make her in her best condition under any circumstances.

For an instant, a cool pleasure resembling the pain of dislocated bones being put together spread throughout the body.

-Ingested an elixir made with a talent that reached the sky.

– All wastes in the body disappear.

– Magical operation is faster.

– All abnormalities in the body are healed.

“Oh.”

As a test, I stretched out my fist lightly.

It was light.

I felt that my body became lighter than when I was recovering in the past.

“Then next…”

This time, I took out the Philosopher’s Stone from the jewelry box stored on the other side.

It was a beautiful stone containing only pure hope, different from the cursed wise man’s stone that the zodiac tricked Park Ah-ram in the original work.

It was like taking everything I needed with this one.

I looked at the test tube for the last time.

A beautiful woman with red hair.

She’s not sure if getting her out of here will be her salvation.

Since the setting is buried in her original work, it is not certain what kind of character she will become.

Still, if the world was uglier than she expected, and she was disappointed and thought it was better to just live in her dreams, it seemed right for now.

When she touched the test tube, it began to crack and break even without giving her strength.

-Ah.

Well, it’s a bit of a crappy world to live in peace, but I’m going to fix it, so let’s go out and think.

At the same time, it would be better if you could help me.

Ah, that’s right. Gotta do that

“Since I saved you, are you secretly friends with me?”

Her test tube completely shattered and her fluid inside her spread everywhere, and she opened her eyes and looked at me.

Her eyes matched with red eyes that looked just like her hair.

“Ah.”

Although she is infused with her knowledge, she has intelligence and common sense.

It’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone else, so I’m nervous and my words aren’t coming out.

I am a man who can be considerate.

So, you could wait for her precious first words to speak on her own for the first time in her life before her breakdown began.

“Yes, I do. Secret friend.”

Oh, I’m glad the positive response came back.

“My…”

Huh?

“Master.”

…No, I didn’t mean to go so far as to be secret friends?

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The first person I met in the test tube.

I knew he was my own creator thanks to the knowledge that had been instilled into my brain since I was born.

At first he had a face full of joy, but he soon despaired, became enraged, and gave up on himself.

Aquatic plants are only born.

Nevertheless, she, who had vast knowledge than most people, was able to understand him immediately after meeting his gaze.

You’re a failure, and you weren’t what he hoped.

Something is fundamentally wrong.

It was a long time ago, but I still remember clearly what he said to me.

-It’s not your fault.

-Yes, it’s rather my fault.

-It hurts that I can’t do anything for you, but I don’t have the confidence to take it anymore.

-To think that everything I’ve done so far has been in vain, I have no confidence to do it again.

What should I say?

I have the knowledge that I need to be comforted, but since it was just after I was born, I didn’t know how to use my body or how to use my body to fully settle down.

-Since I took over her soul and made it, maybe you can be considered our daughter?

The madman who reached his limit smiled brightly and cried.

-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you were born this way. I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you.

He cried and swallowed the reagent in his bosom.

His heart broke the moment he understood that it would kill him.

That was the last of the first humans he met.

Since then, no one has visited this place.

All I can do is organize my knowledge and delusion.

Will the day come when we meet people again someday?

Will there really be someone after I leave this place?

Can I really say that all of this knowledge I have had since birth is correct?

In the midst of endless doubts and a life she wasn’t even allowed to end herself, she started playing some sort of game.

It was a hobby of imagining the appearance of a customer who would visit this place someday and having a conversation with him.

What does a person look like?

For what purpose do you come here?

Is it a man or a woman?

The result of combining the knowledge she had and the information of her remarks after her.

If you are a man, master.

If it’s a woman, it’s a lady.

It was not difficult to come to the conclusion that this title seemed to be the easiest to like.

There were few men who didn’t like being called master among the books in the library marked as forbidden.

Similarly, when a character that a woman calls a lady comes out, most of them are followed by descriptions of her blushing and reproduction.

By the way.

…Finally, looking at the expression on the customer’s face, I wondered if it might have been a bit of misinformation.

You obviously said you wanted to be secret friends, but wasn’t that what you meant?