𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑)
I make surgical tools, clips, tweezers, and suturing needles from the wreckage of a broken magic sword.
This part is easy.
I practice making a replica while looking at the sample heart.
Time is of the essence.
I make a copy of the mother’s heart out of clay, cut it up, and examine the thickness of the heart wall.
I make a copy of the mother’s heart and think about how to modify it to fit the daughter’s heart.
I consider the alignment between the daughter’s heart veins and arteries and design the fit.
There are quite a few models of hearts in the room.
They are all failures.
I have successfully simulated realistic movements by turning these into golems.
However, the number of failures has increased.
The floor is filled with writhing heart model golems, creating a post-apocalyptic scene.
Oh, it’s like a demon summoning ceremony.
The book I borrowed is being copied by the Loli.
This time, I need to borrow a ring from the Loli.
“I need the ‘talent’ of that ring.”
“Do you know this ring?”
In the game’s story, it’s an item that leads to a ceasefire when given to the dove faction nobles of the empire.
“Then. . .”
“I will definitely return it, even if it costs me my life.”
I show my clenched fist holding the ring.
“No. . . it seems like something too much for me to handle. Feel free. . .”
Alright!! I don’t quite understand, but I managed to rent it.
I was convinced the day before the promised day, after sunset.
I managed to make five of the same thing.
Tomorrow is early, I should go to bed.
I collapsed on the bed.
The next morning, I woke up early on D-Day, ate breakfast, and took a bath.
I’m dressed as usual, but I carefully apply clean magic to my clothes.
And a large amount of recovery potion.
It’s a potion made by filling a degraded potion with magic power.
There are 144 of them.
In my pocket is the cutlery I made for this occasion.
If this doesn’t work, I have no other options.
I take it and move to a detached house in town using a moving pawn.
I enter the town that is shining in the morning sun,
I wait for the rental bookshop to open.
A carriage stops.
The woman knight gets off the carriage.
“You didn’t run away, Gray Mage.”
“There’s no need to run.”
“Kuh. . .”
Surprised, I get into the carriage of the Kukkoro knight
I sit in the seat.
I sleep. I need energy for the big job ahead.
The carriage stops.
We arrive at the mansion,
The mother and the old maid greet me.
Everything is ready in the room.
The woman looks worse than before.
“She’s had three seizures since then.”
The mother reports, covering her mouth with a handkerchief.
“I see, it’s short, it might be pretty bad.”
I take the daughter’s hand and check her pulse.
It’s definitely strange.
“Keep taking deep breaths.”
I told the daughter.
I boil water in a deep pot. I boil the plates.
I boil water in a shallow pot. I boil the cutlery.
I soak the gauze in distilled liquor.
I wet the trunk of the daughter who has exposed her upper body.
Of course, both of my hands are soaked in liquor.
“Here we go.”
I put her to sleep with magic.
I vibrate the cutlery with magic at ultrasonic frequencies.
I cut the skin and flesh one layer at a time.
I spread the ribs.
The wriggling, pink lungs and heart.
I stop the heart with an electric shock.
I quickly clamp several blood vessels with a clip.
This part is just like the simulation.
I pull out the heart that has turned into a huge lump of muscle.
I make a heart out of living tissue, moving it like clay.
I’ve practiced many times with clay, the molding of the blood vessels and the valves are perfect.
I pull out the unnecessary tissue and pile it on a plate.
I soak up the pool of blood with gauze and pile it on a plate.
I check the connection and apply an electric shock to the heart.
This time, I give it a slow, repeated pulse.
The heart and lungs start to move.
They’re still exposed, but.
So far, it’s a success.
My magic power is running low.
I called the maid.
A decanter filled with potion comes out with a plant straw stuck in it.
The old maid with a blue face is holding it.
I take a sip and I can feel my magic power recovering.
The old maid refills the decanter from a small bottle with trembling hands.
I check for abnormalities with a search.
Connection good! No abnormalities. No forgotten items!! Alright, it’s time to suture!!
I carefully suture the curtain, bone, muscle, and skin in order.
After suturing, I use recovery magic to stick the tissues together.
Once they’re roughly stuck together, I remove the thread and use recovery magic again.
When the last epithelial suture thread is removed.
I forcibly heal the suture marks and suture misalignments with powerful healing magic.
I replenished the alcohol gauze and potion several times during the process.
This is the last one.
The old maid adds a small bottle of potion to the decanter.
The mother is watching with a blue face, a handkerchief in her hand.
I’m almost out of magic power.
I suck through the straw, but the decanter makes a buzzing sound.
It’s empty. I thought I had put out extra, but it wasn’t enough.
I still have stock in storage, but I don’t have the luxury to take it out.
But, I have fully recovered. I checked with a search.
Yes, there’s no problem.
Everything is okay.
Despite my hands being soaked in blood.
I take off my mask and sit on the chair.
Everything is done.
The girl is still asleep.
Her breathing and heartbeat are regular.
I take out a high potion for emergencies from the storage and make her drink it.
Her complexion has improved.
I searched, but there’s no abnormality. There’s nothing more to do.
In the end, I spent the night in the mansion.
I watched over the girl’s condition.
I just brought a sofa in front of the girl’s room and slept.
I left the surveillance to the old maid.
I told her to wake me up immediately if the condition worsens. But it seems there’s no seizure.
I told her to rest for 10 days and gradually get used to her body.
Her complexion is good.
I thought I would receive 500 gold coins.
But it was a platinum coin. What are you talking about?
A platinum coin guarantees the value of 1,000 gold coins. But it’s not something you can use in a store, it’s for circulation between nobles or countries.
Of course, if I exchange such a thing, I’ll be tracked down immediately.
What should I do?
“I thought you said 500 gold coins.”
“Of course, this is. This is the reward including the hush money.”
I thought it was a penalty game, but I didn’t say it.
These guys, they intend to search for me if I exchange it.
The old maid and the female noble, the female attendant, with their satisfied faces.
Reluctantly. I accept. Oh, it’s heavier than a 500ml plastic bottle.
“This is the end of the job. We’re strangers if we meet in town.”
“Of course. We’ll escort you to the outskirts of the town.”
I get on the carriage, and we move on. Oh, the atmosphere in the carriage on the way back is the worst.
The female attendant speaks.
“Thank you for saving Ojou-sama.”
“It’s my job. Also, tell Red Copper that if he talks about unnecessary things, his life will be shortened. It was a big job I didn’t need because of him.”
“Yes, I’ll tell him.”
I get off the carriage in the suburbs.
There’s no one around. Honestly, I thought I would be attacked on the way back to silence me. It’s anticlimactic.
I walk into the shadow of the grass.
I look around after the carriage moves, but there’s no ambush.
Really, am I really free?
I don’t think the nobles I know are that kind.
I wait for an hour and nothing happens, so I teleport to another place.
Then I teleport back to the gardener’s hut.
That day, I insisted that I was not feeling well and spent the whole day lying around reading the middle volume of the loli’s copybook.
In the room where my heart is scattered.
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