Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

A month has passed.

"Your husband. Time to wake up."

"Ugh, uhh..."

When I woke up with my swollen eyelids lifted, a girl with a white apron hanging from a crude piece looked down at me. Needless to say, it is uni.

It is no exaggeration to say that she is learning how to do things and so on from the maid of the mansion, an apprentice of the maid. Naturally, the outfit will be the right one, but the quality of the outfit can be assumed by being a slave. This Ovenil family is a middle-aged family called the Counts. A servant who is close to a nobleman or a child of a subordinate nobility is employed among the civilian population. It is normal for slaves to only be allowed to dress a few ranks below them.

"Morning, Uni"

"Good morning, sir"

Wake up and exchange morning greetings. It's been nearly six months since I took this kid to the mansion. Early childhood traceability is also falling out of the achievements of daily education or from the words of Uni. He also enthusiastically receives the teachings of servants borrowed from his father.

I think it's a good trend. Whether you go in from shape at first, or gradually acquire the behavior of becoming obedient to people, it is easier to repress even if you are defiant. It is so unforgettable that you have been stained with your body. If you teach me to bow my head and rejoice in doing all I can, I can expect you to have a high level of loyalty by the time you grow up.

Get up and, um, stretch.

"I wonder if I stayed up a little late yesterday... when I got some interesting material, I was so stuffed with roots"

"Please love yourself. There are no ex-girlfriends and no children to destroy your body."

"That's right. You can't die prematurely before you've fulfilled your immortality."

Interested in a conversation without any other love, I get out of bed and start dressing. Uni was worthy of taking off her bedtime clothes and helping me put sleeves through her shirt. It's embarrassing to have younger girls help you change, but hanging a servant's hand on these everyday matters seems to be within the duty of the aristocracy.

It does seem like it could lead to the creation of jobs, but Uni is basically an unpaid slave. I don't think it's too economical, but, well, let's think of this as part of an education that fosters a sense of service.

"You said you got new material, do you have any changes to your plans for today?

That's what she heard when she got dressed all the way.

I got the materials, and I was wondering why you reschedule? It's up to me to do a new experiment.

Just not this time.

"Hmm, it's an old literature, so you're taking a little time to decipher it. We'll continue with the experiment for the moment."

"Yes, I did. Okay, that's how we're gonna work it out."

Say, a uni that bows its head in a softly natural motion. The trick of giving thanks is becoming more like inside. I still remember quickly when I was planted in the main position. I thought it was going to be a good day as I narrowed my eyes to her steady growth.

Six months have passed.

"Guha!?

The man collapsed into the grass as he was strongly stuck with a training tree stick in his dovetail. Uni, who has achieved the feat of beating every adult with his toddler body, looks down at it with a face where his usual emotions cannot be seen.

Nearly a year has passed since training was started with the intention of improving physical abilities. A generation of knightly men in the example once said that they had handled it in war or something, so I finally let them learn the sword as well, but this is the result.

Big adult, that's also a seven-year-old (presumed) girl who knocks down the opponent who handled me. No, there's something terrible about it.

"Thank you again for your guidance today"

"Hey, what's your guide..."

A knight man who stands up by hanging for nearly a minute plenty, shaking his legs like a freshman deer. I guess Uni's blow is pretty good.

Anyway, her muscle strength is greatly improved thanks to the drugs I've formulated. It's a struggle to find medicines that boost quality, not muscle mass, to avoid inhibiting skeletal growth. In the process, I wasted all five slaves to death. All are cheapest slaves, cheaper than toys and treats if they are bad, but I can't take the trouble to dispose of them. He was scolded so badly by his father, who once blamed him for the cremation of the body, that he was also taken to the church to preach.

But for what it's worth, Uni's physical abilities can be considerably enhanced. If you can fight this much at roughly the age of seven, you may be put in a job of exploration sooner than expected.

The knight of the minister turns a reluctant face to me as I hoax with a bright future in mind.

"Boy...... let me only deal with this girl today"

The voice sounded trembling with something different from pain.

"Yes? Why?

"Honestly, I can't teach you any more. Besides, I don't have it every day."

Saying, he's rubbing his stomach and wrist that's been hit multiple times. He also had a few blue moles on his face. Indeed, Uni became stronger than him. There's nothing I can learn from this man anymore. Besides, he, too, has no knight's face if he gets this far by a child who can't even reach his dovetail. Considering this, it is at the time of cutting.

Well, I hear that I was able to become a generation of knights because I was valued for my sidelines over my warfare. I don't know what the average level of combat personnel in this world is, but he won't be in such a high position. Perhaps this is the time when Uni also needs a higher standard of teaching materials.

When I screamed, the man left with a crawling body.

"Well, what do we do from tomorrow? You want me to hire an adventurer to teach you magic or exploration skills?

"... Are you sure? Now, the money spent on purchasing laboratory benches and materials..."

That's what Uni says to special victories. But that's too much of a distraction.

"If you become something early on, you can take back some of that. It would be better if it happened sooner rather than later."

The only reason it costs money to get the material is because I buy it from people on purpose. If we are able to collect materials in front of ourselves, the cost of doing so will be almost nil.

"Until a new teacher role is arranged, let's hunt animals or monsters out of town and replace them with training. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I won't take a step backwards to the extent of goblins that show up near the city. I'm confident of that."

Yuni said so plainly. In fact, the monsters we come across in this field are mainly defeated by her. Me and the knight gave me a hand in the first month or so. This is likely to be possible with the extent of exploration in near-field forests, but it is in action that we do not know what will happen. They may deal with a large herd at once, and they may become unconscious due to fatigue and wounds in a series of wars. It is sufficient to put it into full exploration after about two or three more years of training.

Even now, I'm going to go over a lot of my original plans. It also depends on the positive element that her growth was caused by exceeding expectations.

There is no rush. Let's be careful and go carefully. Because there's no one else like her.

Three years have passed.

"The opponent is an adventurer. I didn't know uni wasn't intact."

I said to her, injured all over her body, while I was treating her with my hands.

Even Uni herself will be able to heal with healing magic if this much injury occurs, but it will become a hassle later if the scars and the like remain. In that regard, I am proud that I will not fall into the art of treating people without leaving marks. Anyway, even that malicious, terrible wound healed. There's no reason why you can't heal the war wounds now.

"… We apologize for the inconvenience"

"No, no, this is the one who asked for the impossible job. You're not going to apologize."

That's how I comfort her with her head down with little expression moving. Lack of emotional expression after all these years, but that's years of dating there. I can tell her heart is full of horns and squiggles.

"And that's a problem for the teachers too... I can't believe you're taking Uni away from me."

"Yes, I was wondering if I could have graduated in a more moderate way if they hadn't planned such a thing"

Totally, I said.

It was her masters who injured Uni. Basically, they were providing instruction outside the mansion, but somehow they found out about my human experiments. Because the spearhead could be pointed at Uni, he said he wanted to take her personality.

Even though he is a slave of nobility, the Lord is also a child. If you multiply it with the parent, you can also make a deal with them with money.

If they do that, I can't resist my father, who is the Lord. Even though it's not his intention, he's raising his bloodpath to alchemy research. I would have let go of Uni without one or two.

Of course, you didn't say it directly to me. In the course of his training, he trivialized Uni.

So, when she tipped me off, I ordered the assassination. I was also looking at using the magic of obedience if I didn't like it, but there was no rejection. I didn't know you were going to kill a thankful and loving teacher without hesitation. I'm the one who raised him, but he's a horrible kid.

They were both quite armed adventurers, but I guess I never thought they'd be killed by the person trying to help them out. He was a so-called solo adventurer, not partying, so he could have done enough for a growing uni one at a time. The Wizard woman, who was teaching magic, accidentally punched her back and that was it. But the problem is that the man who taught the necessary ranger skills for exploration - an expert in locking up scouts - is a man. There was only a scoutsman on the boulder, and when he sensed the killer skillfully, he came across a fierce counterattack.

But it was also exquisite to inflict some scratches. You'll be lucky you didn't have to get away with it. According to Uni's report, let's bury him in the cemetery after stabbing Todome in mind. There is also a fear that the dead in this world will be undead and resurrected. So do we have to bury it in the graveyard where the provision is made regularly? Thoroughly destroying a corpse would not be a zombie or a skeleton, but too strong a grudge would risk becoming a ghost. Fantasy worlds are also good and bad. I didn't know it would take more work to silence the dead.

Incidentally, some of the slaves consumed and cremated in the experiment came out ghosted, but when they magically exorcised, the same individual never came out again. I'm sure he even disappeared to his soul, as I had a hunch before I was reborn.

Besides,

"Graduation, right. Even though it was a mix-up of surprises, it was a level where I could defeat both of my masters. It's time for Uni to go out and explore."

"... can you forgive me?

Uni's eyes raised his face, staring seriously at me. The same face you had when you hung your reward. It is a delicious treat or a trick when given a little courtesy. Do you want to go on so much adventure?

Finish the coarse treatment and continue the suggestion while lowering your hips to the chair.

"I've come to make it look good, and I can float the money I pay my tutor to do a new experiment. If you can do it, I want you to do it."

"Ah... Oh, thank you, my husband!

Uni lay flat on the floor as Gabba and his clothes made a flickering noise.

"Not necessarily... not necessarily, I swear it will help you more than ever!

"... Oh, yeah"

Bit, I'm surprised.

I never thought this kid, who was always quiet, would stick up an exclamation marked voice at the end of the story.

You realize I was taken aback, she lays on the floor with her raised face for a moment.

"... behaved in a way that didn't make sense. Forgive me."

"No, because I'm not angry. Besides, you don't have to sit in the dungeon or anything. It's not like anyone else is watching.... Look, stand and stand"

I offered forgiveness while sighing small.

There is a great deal about how to thank and apologize for the reason that the servant who entrusted her to teach the method was harsh. It is true that slaves are further down than the civilians under the nobility, in their lowest capacity, so it is right to behave like comets to their noble opponents. That's common sense in this world. but even against me I see each other every day. This makes me more stuck in my breath. Loyalty abounds where we want it, but it must pass, as it were. I want it to be easier.

After I see Uni up, I change the subject.

"Well, I'm glad Uni sticks up for you, too. That's what I'm saying. Shall we prepare and go for Uni's adventurer debut for a while to come? Let's go sign up for the guild next month or so."

It's a hassle, but it's a necessary procedure.

If you become an adventurer, you will also be able to reach hazardous areas where access is regulated by the average person. For once, Mogri adventurers who don't register for the Adventurer Guild - dark people behind having heavy priors or active criminals - seem to be hanging around ignoring such determinations. But that's the source of the extra rub. It's the beginning that if you find out, you'll be fined. If you run into a regular adventurer ahead of your exploration, it will be a fight, and you may be sued for poaching, etc. If you produce an overly malicious imitation, do you think that monsters can also be the object of crusades? Such trouble is not my favorite place, so I will register properly.

"In the meantime, let's make sure we have the kind of gear we need. Do you need anything? It's uni to use, so don't hesitate to give me an opinion."

"Well, my lord..."

Encouraging in an easygoing tone, she opened her mouth somewhat hesitantly.

"What about maid clothes that can withstand battle?

……

Oh, what?

"... maid clothes?

I doubted my ears unintentionally, so I ask again. Then she sneered.

"Maid clothes, sir."

Apparently, my hearing is normal.

It is out of sight behind her back, but that is certainly what she said.

Where the hell can I make such a demand? Certainly maid clothes are clothes she is used to wearing, and they will be easy to move around. Or, what is the intention of going on an adventure wearing it?

Maybe it's a one-of-a-kind joke. I think so and stare seriously, but she says,

"... can't you?

That's what I heard anxiously.

This kid, I'm serious. I am certain.

No, maybe you're confusing two people who hit your own master with the shock you put in your hands? Serious fears emerged, but the vitals checked during allowances were normal, both pulsating and sweating. Then you're definitely saying it sane.

I accidentally do my hand at the temple. I've had very little experience getting my hands on Uni. She follows my instructions well. [M] The magic on the collar has never been used in anything other than anti-treason measures. Besides, you can see the results of the training. far exceeds expectations. How can such a brilliant child answer with made-to-measure clothes when asked where to go wrong and what the equipment wants?

I said, bewildered.

"... well, I'll do it right"

Maybe my face was hugely drawn to it.

But the sudden answer came back, but it's something I cut myself out. Besides, it is just a wish of a child who seldom speaks of his own desires. It's not something I can't do, and it would be cheap if I could satisfy her demands to this extent. I decided to think so.

Fulfilling, she bows back deeply.

"I can't thank you enough for listening to my offer. … I swear to God I'm even more excited."

"Oh, yeah.... Good luck."

That's not what I said. And circle the idea with answers.

Maid clothes, or...... White brim - the array you can put on your head - or apron tailored to your costume, you'll be able to withstand enough battles and adventures. Besides, it can also be said that it is highly concealed in everyday life because it is also the same kind of clothing as her everyday clothing. Considering that, it was not a bad idea as a protective gear to give Uni.

Would that be a choice to take into account?

With that in mind, I pulled a drawing behind my brain.

Two years have passed.

"- Then it's the final exam. Damage yourself with what you have in your hand."

When I gave the order, the slave who held the end of the rope in both hands squeezed it without hesitation. The rope is wrapped around my neck.

"Gu, hoo..."

A voice rises like a frog strangled by a snake while he lives.

The neck tightening is painful. He is stopped from breathing, and even his circulation of blood is inhibited and distracted. Algae scratch for minutes and die drooling manure out of your loose lower body. It would be below as a way to commit suicide. In fact, even if they hang themselves, some people break their ropes in pain. Not to mention suicide using the power of your hands, if you don't have the extra determination, you can achieve it.

But the slave I was ordered to do not distort the power of both arms, but continues to inflict self-harm on the ropes.

Because you used the magic of obedience? No, you're not.

"Uni, did the magic work?

"No. No magic release, no surgical operation, none detected"

"Okay, then no problem."

At the same time as I was satisfied, the subject's slave fell on the operating table wondering if he had trembled. And the stench that makes me want to pick my nose can get into the basement.

He's dead. It's not magical compulsion, only verbal orders.

"We have confirmed the vital stop of the subject. Experiment, success."

Uni's quiet voice signals a great step forward in my research. I was in the mood to laugh high and make a small leap, but I stopped. Because of what the experimental bench leaked at the end, it is no longer an environment where it wants to perform acts that require very, but intense breathing.

"... it's been a long time. complete obedience in brain remodeling, until its realization."

Yes, it's brain modification.

As I have said many times, the imposition of obedience on the collar of a slave is a substitute that threatens to be lifted depending on the opponent's magic. To overcome it completely, it was necessary to modify it from brain miso to follow me. It opens its head with females, mocks its brain, and only surgically removes its rebellious will, or embeds its willingness to obey. The method is what someone somewhere once did to Uni's face, and the application of the treatment I did to her. Once the desired area is destroyed, it is allowed to regenerate to the desired shape.

The miso of this procedure is in that it is impossible to unbrainwash with simple magic. In any case, the brain of the postoperative subject is health itself, so it cannot be cured by restorative magic. Once I try to cure it, I will have to destroy the area that is exerting the effect of brainwashing and cure it to its normal form. We need to repeat the same surgery again.

There is no object even to disarm the brainwashing magic because it is not manipulated by magic. If there's a hole, there's a real risk of being manipulated with brainwashing magic to override the power of command... but that's not the case with the users of that stuff, and it's a deadly magic attack, so they're not studying and exhausting what to do until I think about it.

In short, it is the best form of anti-treason measure we can hope for.

"Congratulations, Master"

Uni bows his head respectfully and lives up to the success of the experiment. To no avail, its cheeks were slightly reddish. Or maybe her joy is greater than mine.

"You can be a more perfect husband's slave at the dawn of this surgery..."

Mumbled with a hot sigh somehow, this is the reason.

She was very dissatisfied with the way I handled the line somewhere.

From the day I got the Uni, I questioned whether the power of the collar alone would subjugate the slaves. Uni's magic is extraordinary and powerful, and it is further enhanced by administering the experimentally obtained spirit medicine. Until today, she was always on guard against treason. during experiments, during meals, and while asleep. Regularly giving orders to regulate certain behaviors, not letting go of defensive costumes even in bed... well, I kept doing that for a long time.

Every day I've been educated to be loyal ever since they bought me, and they keep doubting me about it. If I were you, I would make a sound on day one. In fact, all the slaves bought for purposes similar to those of Uni, except for the person of the day, have become unbearably useless. That breakdown has been terminated because suicide was 20%, mental breakdown was 10%, and the remaining 70% secretly sought treason. They were all magical slaves with quite a price. No body, no body.

So, she also leaked polarity in the meantime, having endured without complaining about her life.

"Please make me a more complete slave"

and.

I remember when I heard that word, I was just too happy to make a small leap. It was the moment when years of educational achievement bore fruit. The moment Helen Keller spoke of "water," Dr. Sullivan must have felt the same way about me then.

Regardless, it could be a sweet word to keep this one off guard, so I'm trying to keep my mind tight right now.

That's why I say it while still observing her without alarm.

"Well, it's just my first success story yet. I don't think it's gonna be until we've had a few more successful surgeries like this with Uni?

"... Yes. I understand, sir."

Uni lowers her eyebrows slightly. It would look faceless to the unfamiliar, but it looked terribly unfortunate to me. It is possible that it may just appear so.

"Then I have one suggestion"

"Hmm, what?

she says as she offers a handkerchief.

"Can you at least let the subject wear diapers before they get into this final exam from next time?

"Ahhh."

I accidentally opened my mouth - I noticed the smell jumping in there. If you repeat human experiments, you'll get used to some odors, but the discomfort isn't completely erasable.

Besides, I do want to beg your pardon for getting my lab dirty every time I do the same thing. It's hard for me to study here, and the uni in charge of the aftermath will be harder. That is also greatly mitigated by one diaper.

"Oh my God, you didn't even realize this was happening to me!?

With regret and self-loathing, I hold my head in. I always have diapers for my lab with physical defects. I didn't know you completely forgot that!

What a pitiful Easy Miss, the joy of experimental success is likely to diminish.

"... I've just noticed too"

Uni said to comfort me like that.

Damn, I didn't expect to overlook such an easy thing after years of experimentation.

But, well, this is also a good opportunity to correct the feelings that were relaxed.

"That's a lot of good stuff... this experiment is in the packing phase too. When it's over, let's wash it back for any other problems."

Copy that, sir.

When we finished cleaning up what we didn't feel comfortable with, we checked the experimental problems again.

There was nothing else wrong.

A month has passed.

"Fuck, don't come... don't come! Please, don't come. Eh! So, get out. Eh!!

"Ha... ok, you should leave, right?

I left the room to be pushed back by a flipped scream. [M]

Even if the door closes, the screaming voice over there sounds unplugged.

My father's been doing perfectly this lately. Every time I look at my face, I try to kick him out with an odd voice. They're getting nervous. My body is also sick, but my treatment doesn't even seem to be worth checking. [M]

I'm caged in my bedroom, and if I don't bother to visit, I won't face to face, but when it comes to salvation, is salvation? If you were so summoned by the dining table, it wouldn't be a pleasure.

"Poor thing."

It was my brother, Linus Strain Ovenil, who called me that. They've been out of the room watching how it goes.

Welcoming an adult, he raised his masculinity even further, and is now the very white princess who also appears in painting stories. However, in recent times, wrinkles have remained between the eyebrows, and how can the beads be scratched that the atmosphere is most difficult to come close to?

"Yeah, really. If you can at least calm down just how you feel, you'll be able to get healed in church."

My brother laughed with his nose at me sighing at my father's condition, which didn't seem to last long.

"I'm talking about you."

"What, it's me? How come again?"

When I blink at words that I can't even think of, I sigh at this sight. What the hell do you want, man?

"Don't you see? We have put ourselves in the business of humility, painted the form of your house with mud, and finally we have exhausted your father's petition. I don't feel sorry for you. What do you say?

Apparently, he's here to say something disgusting. We weren't originally that close brothers, but since a few years now, this is every time we look at each other. My father, who looks at people's faces and makes a scene like he even ran into a cockroach, is quite good, but the eyes my brother sees me these days sometimes make me even feel hateful.

"Oh, Cheng Cheng. That's the way you see it."

I don't care if I take these kinds of deals seriously, I don't deserve a single sentence. I felt nothing. [M]

If you ask me, it looks terrible. When I was a child, my father made me jerk off, and when I realized it, I was the object of disgust from him. A child who has lost love from his parents would certainly be unhappy.

My father doesn't like it when I kill too many slaves as laboratory benches.

It is a strange logic. In this country, you can kill as many slaves as you want. In order to make the research safe, we are looking into what constitutes illegal activity beforehand. And be my father. Be my brother. I've never had a slave in my hands before or twice. But why am I the only one to be blamed? I don't understand anything there. Must be too fast to consume, but would it be so eye-catching?

Well, I don't care what my father thinks. I don't care if you love me or hate me, as long as it's not to our detriment. I don't need a dime because research funds are already covered by buying and selling potions, and even if Uni makes me money as an adventurer.

The problem is that I've been duped for a lost statement, but I've never been disrespectful in a social setting, even if I'm committing a crime - I've been there, but I haven't been exposed. I mean, I'm not in a social setting in the first place. So my father has no justification for doing that.

You didn't like my reply, my brother cramped Pickle and cheek.

"... hun. Apparently, a thorough understanding is not appropriate."

"Maybe. So, is that all you're talking about? If you'll excuse me."

Flip yourself as you say. Honestly, I'm tired of talking to my brother. Every time I see you, it's a disgust to talk or an order to discontinue research. If you don't complete the study of immortality, I will die one day. Does this guy mind if I die?

It's useless to keep talking about the results forever. I don't like waste as much as dying.

I'm just gonna walk out to the lab.

"With that said, Turius..."

My brother still persisted in speaking up.

"What happened to that slave of yours? I haven't seen him for a while."

I guess what he's asking is about Uni. All my slaves are experimental benches. Most of them die as a result of the experiment or are disposed of to prevent information leakage. So purposefully needing 'that' word is about her living for years.

"What is it, brother? Are you worried about Uni? If you want, I won't give it to you."

Assuming the king of this country tells you to give way, I would say no. It took a lot of time and cost to finally come to a satisfactory level. I'm not willing to give that to people who don't even know the alchemy word. Familiar with it.

Looking back over his shoulder, even his brother looked out of his heart.

"Here's a wish, slaves, etc. stained with the smell of their fellow intestines. I was just wondering."

What a rude person to say. We are always mindful of hygiene. Neither myself nor her assistant has such an unclean smell that she can't take it off. I try to take a bath in the meantime, and I get dressed properly. In keeping slaves clean, this king's capital - no, I'm the one who's proud to say it's the best in the world.

In any case, the species of bacteria is the source of experimental madness. As far as sterilization is concerned, I'm as distracted as the disposal of corpses. If the smell of disinfectant is said to be tight, I can tell, but there is also an extra amount of intestinal odor.

On the tannic side I had made slightly, my brother looked just a little happy.

- Or maybe she finally gave it to the experiment.

And even more sarcasm. I'm sorry to say this, but it's a laughingstock statement. Experimented with uni? That's what I've been doing since the day I bought her. What is it now?

"I'm just picking her up. … So, disrespect"

Now it was time to break the barren and fruitless conversation, and I rushed into the basement.

Damn, it came with an asshole on a corner day. Today, finally, her finishing touches a paragraph.

Well, good. It equals the noise of the incomprehensible. Let's get this done faster than we can get distracted by that.

When this is over, I can finally finish my first pawn. [M]

On the operating table in the basement, she was asleep.

Anesthesia works well enough. I've already had my surgery. The incision I started with has healed, and unlike when, my hair is back on track. My body repair technique is improving. [M]

"... good day, uni"

I accidentally groaned while combing her hair with my hands. [M]

Thoughts of all kinds rush my chest. A proud slave who has lived up to my expectations, been educated and continues to achieve results for six years. The day has come for her to see it done. There's no reason I don't feel anything about this.

Close her eyes and continue to sleep peacefully, she is as beautiful as the princess of the fairy tale world. I honestly thought so.

Long eyelashes decorating closed eyelids, snugly shaped nose beams. The lips also boasted a graceful shape that reminded me of a petal, albeit slightly discolored by anesthesia and some blood loss.

A leading sculptor says he understands its finished form at the primary stone stage, but if that's true, I don't think I can make it on that path. Six years ago, from being dumped in the slave market with a broken body and life, I couldn't imagine this beauty. Even at the time of healing, I learned a deep admiration for the preoperative and postoperative gap, but now that I've grown, I'm more impressed than that. I'm sure you'll be cleaner as you grow up.

And beneath this modeling beauty, I know that there is a deeper functional beauty sleeping than that. The strength and sharpness of the sword strike rolled out of this thin arm. The speed and tenacity with which the laid-back feet run through the ground. Techniques to hide your own signs and understand the signs of the enemy. A number of techniques and knowledge accumulated. As much as the magic that cut me off from finding her, it makes me feel overwhelmed even if I'm just slightly leaking it while sleeping.

Above all, it's wonderful that all of it exists for me and is just for me.

This surgery has eliminated any element of Uni against me. I wiped out the part of my heart that held such a thing. Literally, all of her belonged to me.

"Hehe..."

I feel my cheeks loose unexpectedly. I feel like I'm holding onto this hand with all the treasures in the world.

The study of immortality, this fullness when he says he just got a collaborator who would never betray that first step. If the time came to achieve the true meaning, how much joy would you have?

Oh, won't this kid wake up soon? There are many things I would like to talk about. I wanted to talk to Uni about the next study, about the next experiment, as soon as possible.

I hold back feelings of deviation. [M] It's easy to untangle the anesthesia and force it to awaken. But watching him sleep peacefully like this also gives me the desire to wake him up as naturally and comfortably as I can. I've been through a lot, and I need you to keep working more than ever. I want to give you as much warmth as that.

That's what you think.

"Huh..."

Uni's lid trembles and his eyes open thinly.

Wake up a lot faster than expected. Is the resistance to anesthesia coming up?

Blurry jade eyes tie the focus and restore the balls glow.

It's a refreshing wake that reminds me of the blossoming of my morning face. And in trance, I spoke. [M]

"Morning, Uni"

"... good morning, master"

- And four years have passed.