EP.63 The dilemma of the homunculus
The skin burns and the blood boils. Shay frowned and looked at the lightning she created. As if Tyrkanjaka’s small body had become a lightning rod, the lightning bolts from the dark clouds flowed down her body and seeped into the ground. It’s like training under a waterfall.
But the pain beneath it is not even comparable to a waterfall. The torrent of lightning was the kind that flowed down not only the skin, but the whole body.
Blood vessels, muscles, skin, blood, nerves. As if it were a straight road, he violently breaks it and runs at full speed.
Piercing the whole body with tens of thousands of needles? Even that is incomparable. Because a single lightning bolt is faster, finer, and stronger than a needle.
“Scream when it hurts! If you keep holding out…!”
Even Tyrkanjakara, accustomed to suffering, would not be able to endure it for long. Shay had a premonition and held the cherry blossom tightly so that she could cut away the magic at any time.
however.
“You can definitely feel the pain.”
Tyrkanjaka was calm.
The skin is burning. The nerves are scorched. The tremendous brain energy that started from the cherry blossoms used the vampire’s body as a stinger and dug into the ground.
“But it only hurts.”
However, the lightning could not harm the vampire.
The ability to manipulate blood has already reached the edge of the sky. Beyond simply ‘moving’, it can shape the body and regenerate the body.
As long as the blood touches, as long as there is still blood left. no one can harm her
And the sea of blood accumulated over 1200 years is not trivial enough to be damaged by a thunderbolt created by a piece of cloud.
The thunderbolt is over. After pouring in, the remaining pieces of lightning bounce intermittently. But Tyrkanjaka was unscathed. Neither the lightning-shaped scar that should have appeared, nor the unpleasant smell of tanned skin, nor the black color of burnt blood.
It was because Tyrkanjaka had captured it before that happened.
“It is definitely more powerful. But something is missing.”
Tyrkanjaka coldly evaluated the lightning that rode through her. Like being a supervisor.
“My chest doesn’t reach my heart. You feel only a little pain.”
Tyrkanjaka said with regret. Shay felt something uncomfortable.
Because Sijo withstood her electric shock? no no In the first place, it wasn’t even Shay’s power, and Tyrkanjaka was also in a state where he didn’t take any defense.
The discomfort was from the other side.
The way he spoke, as if he had been struck by lightning before, and his attitude as if he was comparing them. It’s because I pointed out the point that was not clear on that point.
“…Has that man ever done anything to you?”
“The man? Ah, that’s what the instructor said.”
Tirkanjaka said with a sane attitude that made it hard to believe that he had been struck by lightning.
“Come to think of it, we don’t even know his name. Since there are only a few people in the abyss, I didn’t bother to ask, but I guess it’s better to get to know you sooner or later…” ”
Don’t talk about it. Did you ask him to turn on the electricity too?”
“You are sharp.”
Tyrkanjaka gathered the darkness again to make a parasol and lightly draped it over his shoulder and answered.
“Yes. I owe you a few times.”
“How many times?”
“He was skillful and delicate. He wasn’t strong, but he was talented. When he touched my heart with his finger, my heart, which had stopped for a very short time, started beating again.”
“…We’re talking about lightning right now, right?”
Shay, who was questioning, sensed something in Tirkanjaka’s words and questioned.
“Wait what? Your heart beat again?”
“okay. For a while, but clearly and briefly enough not to be mistaken.”
“What did he do?”
“Ugh. It’s a little embarrassing to say, but since I’ve already said this, there’s no point in hiding it any more.”
Tyrkanjaka briefly explained what had happened. Seeing Toin’s resurrection and going to the instructor. Asking for electricity to flow through his chest. After that, I wanted to feel my heart beating for a while, so I asked for a massage several times.
Shay, realizing the whole story, responded.
“Then the only two of us ever met…”
“It was to ask for a massage. It often bothered me.”
“Ugh. If that’s the case…”
Shay shook her head.
I couldn’t easily come to a conclusion as to where the hell to start explaining.
Even though he is a vampire, he showed his heart to someone who is also an alchemist and a wizard. Even if there is no sense of crisis, how much is there? It was understandable what the instructor did because it was a class with a sense of crisis….
And the instructor too.
No matter how much you ask, do that. It is taboo to control another person’s body with magic.
So far, I don’t think I’ve done anything particularly bad. Level 0 magicians are just barely out of that taboo, and it’s unlikely that a powerful entity like Tyrkanjaka will be defeated easily.
However, Shay still couldn’t completely trust the instructor.
Because some terrible thing that must have come in the future hasn’t happened yet.
“Tirkanjaka. If you see an instructor next time, ask this.”
So Shay had to test it.
Currently, this instructor of Tantalus closest to the heart of the progenitor.
Whether it means bad things to him or if it’s just a goodwill.
“The dilemma of the homunculus. whether he knows it.”
If you let me know about it, it would be good to think that you have at least a little bit of self-awareness.
*****
“…he came all of a sudden. yes? A homunculus dilemma?”
“okay.”
The Homunculus’ Dilemma is a story similar to a warning.
Why did the regressor ask me to listen to the story?
It is one of two things that he dared to ask me to listen to when he could say it himself.
I didn’t have the confidence to make the story interesting, so I left it to me.
Or was it a warning to me?
Hmm. In the past, I would have saved myself thinking that it was a warning sent to me, but these days, for some reason, the electronic side is slightly weighted. I can’t speak very well.
This is why impressions are important to people. cancer.
“It’s not a very pleasant story. It’s like a ghost story whose origins are not even known. Will you still listen?”
“Should the listener cover up the content of the story?”
“If so. Ego. Then we will talk.”
I started explaining by throwing a disc away.
There was a father with a sick child.
The father traveled around the city looking for the name of the child, but no one could accurately pinpoint the name of the child’s disease. It was a rare disease. It was also called a curse at the time.
If there is a difference between the two, it will be whether lawmakers are in trouble or afraid. Even the best lawmakers slammed the door in their face, and whenever they did, my father’s head fell helplessly.
The child’s symptoms got worse as he grew up. The father, unable to see the child sobbing in pain every night, shook off everyone’s dissuade and went to the wizard deep in the forest.
The road to becoming a wizard was long and arduous. If there was even a little bit of empty space, I would settle down and see the trees and bushes more like a loose wall than plants, and every time I took a step through them, I got scratches all over my body. Father hit the twigs with his ax and carried a small lamp and continued in the direction of the smoke.
hours to do that. A small cabin appeared beyond the dense forest. After finding the wizard’s residence, the father suddenly knocked on the door.
After hearing his father’s earnest story, the wizard was silent. When he finally opened his mouth, he said in an ominous voice to bring the child.
Maybe it’s because it’s the last remaining line. When the father said he would return the healthy child, the father nodded without a second thought.
Returning home, the father took the sick child on his back and went back the way he came. On that long and rugged road, not twice as long, and once more, with a hotly moaning child hanging on his back. It was a forced march, exhausted, but even in the midst of exhaustion, what came to my father’s mind was the thought that he was fortunate to have passed this road once.
If he hadn’t gone back and forth twice to clean up the twigs, the scratches on his body would have been left to the child.
Hang the child and arrive at the wizard’s residence. In the dark of the night, the wizard put the child to bed. Then, he left a message to his father to come back in three days and closed the door. My father returned home with a tired and exhausted body.
Tidying up the remaining twigs.
As promised, the father visited the wizard’s residence three days later. The moment he stepped into the cabin, he witnessed an unbelievable sight.
The child smiled lovingly and jumped into his father’s arms. There was no more obvious sickness or a face distorted by pain. Seeing the pure smile of a child, my father was happier than ever. The father paid the price with the money he raised by selling all his possessions, and walked with the healthy child by the hand.
And one day after a year, the father, seeing the healthy child, decided to visit the wizard again. The child you fixed grew up like this, and we all wanted to say thank you. He took the child’s hand in the same way and visited the wizard’s residence.
It had been over a year. The twigs grew thick again, as if mocking the hard work of the past. But my father wasn’t worried. Unlike then, the child was healthy enough to overcome scratches.
Could it be that my father took the lead? The child passed through the thicket without the slightest wound.
The wizard was away at the moment. My father, who had been waiting patiently, became anxious as the sun set over Seosan. The child was still strong, but the father, who was worried that the child might be exhausted, opened the door and went in despite the rudeness.
Then my father heard a soft groan. The father, wondering if there was another patient, hardened his face at the sudden ominous feeling.
Unfortunately, premonitions of catastrophe are bound to come true. It must be because life is more sensitive to crises.
The groan was very similar to the sobs of pain his child had heard only a year ago. The only difference was that it was more powerless and painful.
As if possessed, the father set out to find the sound and opened the thick iron door in the basement. And saw.
A child trembling in pain, without the energy to cry, hanging from a few threads.
The child whose father loved him was dismantled with a saw and a knife, as if parts had been removed and used somewhere
… Sorcerers, who like to call it afterward, gave this story a grandiose nickname because it contains the truth of magic.”
Aji returned with the discus in his mouth. I calmly accepted the disk and flew it far away again, continuing my explanation.
“Magic is an expression of will. To release one’s own world into the world. So it has to be very personal.”
I could read thoughts, but the only magic I could use was the 0-level ritual magic that was allowed to everyone. Because the magic that comes from personal experience couldn’t be reproduced even with mind reading.
“That’s why you can’t heal someone else’s body with magic. If it is repaired, it is no different from discarding the original body and creating a new homunculus, as in the old story.
I hope this is enough explanation. Because vampires aren’t stupid.
no stupid right? Someone wants a thunderbolt to be fired at himself. Thunder struck out of nowhere, and I was startled without even realizing it, so I fell on my face.
I concluded my words with the disc coming back in my eyes.
“I have a good disciple. It is clear that he was worried about the trainee Tyrkanjaka.”
“…okay.”
The vampire agreed and withdrew without saying anything. I had to throw the discus again because Aji annoyed me while looking at the back.
uh that’s weird Is it good to use a disk? It seems that only my working hours have increased and nothing has improved?
“bruise!”
That’s right, if you accumulate likes like this now, the day might come when you want to use it. Let’s be patient for a little while. this is savings
I don’t know if there will be an expiration date.
“Oh come to think of it, but didn’t you ask for a massage today?”
Did any wind blow? I thought I was a bit angry after yesterday’s class, so I tried to loosen up a bit before I got angry.
I hope you don’t fall into strange thoughts while you’re alone in your room.
Are you okay? No matter how stupid you are, wouldn’t you do something stupider than being struck by lightning?
The disk is back again. I looked down at the disc and just rolled it to the ground.
Aji barked in displeasure.
*****
“The decision was made, Finlay.”
“Sir, the founder…”
A voice full of emotion is heard from the darkness. Finlay let out a cry of amazement. If he hadn’t been a vampire who couldn’t cry, the tears would have already fallen.
The founder, Tirkanjaka, sat still and watched the scene. Stern words flowed from his bloodless lips.
“They couldn’t provide a way. I just said it’s impossible. After all, it is clear that they cannot achieve it.”
“Because they are not nocturnal nobles. What would the lowly people who are bound by life know?”
“I don’t believe either. How can a person who died once recover his beating heart? That’s why I’m dubious about your claim that my followers have a way. How can you, who move with my authority, revive me?”
That was a valid point.
Faced with the founder’s question, Finlay bowed his head once more.
“My lord, time has passed. The world went by and everyone found their own way. Blood magic is more powerful than ever. Unlike ordinary magic, it is a spell that is created with life and blood. If it is, it will be able to revive the heart of the founder, if it is something that the ignorant and ignorant people cannot know and should not know about.”
It’s a lie.
Finlay told a lie that was never allowed to his family without changing his expression.
There was no tension or excitement. Because he was also a vampire whose heart stopped. Of course, there was a sense of guilt for deceiving the founder, but that would have to be repaid later with death.
And Finlay was convinced. That this lie could lure the founder outside.
Do you know anything else? The mighty and wise vampires of the Mist Duchy’s Elder and Ain might be able to figure out a way to retrieve the heart of the founder.
Would the lowly people dare to know the secret meaning of Blood Sculpture? they know nothing It would be a hundred times better to go out and be with the vampires than to be with them here.
So this is loyalty. Even though Finlay deceived the founder, he was still loyal to the founder.
I could fool myself like that.
Sijo, who had been looking down at Finlay, opened his mouth a beat late.
“I will try it once. Get my heart back that way.”
“All right! If you just go up to the ground! I’m responsible…”
“Now.”
“…yes?”
Finlay asked stupidly.
“Use the method you know. It is okay to fail. I am your root, and my power is greater than all of them put together. If the blood magic you are using is valid, I will be able to recognize the possibility.”
It was a big deal.
If Finlay could sweat, he would be drenched all over by now.
Right Now? to replay?
impossible. Because it is a crudely made up lie.
A thin lie is trying to reveal a vulgar naked body in front of the eyes of the proof.
Finlay bowed his head even more and pleaded.
“But, sir. I don’t have much experience with blood magic. I am afraid that my ignorant magic will injure the progenitor.”
“It doesn’t matter. Didn’t you just see the possibility? If you’ve seen that magic, you can probably imitate it.”
The name of the founder is absolute. Finlay must follow. But because he lied, Finlay was incapable of carrying it out.
What should I do? Should I confess that I lied even now and then pay for the sin of deceit?
No, if that was the intention, you shouldn’t have lied from the start.
sign tax. I have already climbed on the back of the mountain army. All that’s left is to run wherever the end is.
Dark eyes flashed in the dark.
“I will accept it. Sijo poem. However, since my strength is low, I cannot exert any power if the authority of the founder is still there. so.”
In fact, Finlay is well versed in blood magic. His specialty is domination. It is the power to carve a brand of fresh blood and manipulate something with his blood.
Even though it’s an insignificant yailing, if the ancestors allow a little gap.
“Please lay down all power for a moment and reveal your heart to me.”
It is not impiety or impossible.
As the first father hoped, he would have a heart that beats uncontrollably, not according to his own will.
I’m sure it won’t run the way the founder intended.
