How does it feel to step into a B-grade horror game? - 42

Episode 42.

“Do you have a job…?”

“Hmm?”

When I asked her a job out of the blue, he scanned her with suspicion. Even when I first saw it from a distance, I thought it was suspicious. He was dressed strangely, and he even heaved his shoulders as if he were whimpering and weeping in front of the ghosts.

When I actually checked, I didn’t pretend to cry, I really did cry. And he had never seen or heard anyone who was in cahoots with ghosts. Isn’t it a deathmancer—in other words, a necromancer?

But after examining her, she didn’t seem to have the courage and skill to control the dead.

“It’s a face I’ve never seen since I walked in.”

Above all, it looked too much like Isota.

I think it has something to do with it, but if you ask, I’ll let you know.

Resting his chin in thought, Chester decided to keep her out of the spotlight because she was so fragile that she didn’t think could do any harm to her. No matter what it had to do with Isota, it had nothing to do with him. He didn’t care as long as he was rewarded.

He decided not to pry. I wasn’t that curious about her.

Chester’s suspicious glance made Fidelis miss him, but the water had already spilled. But if he was really a alchemist, then Chester was the one Fidelis needed most right now.

“I’m an alchemist. That’s great.”

He grinned and said with more emphasis, “Amazing.”

“Are you good at using alchemy to make things?”

Seeing her asking questions without naming me, Chester dismissed her as just a curious person. It was possible because he had dismissed it as something out of bounds.

“More than that, Lady. Why don’t you tell me your name first?”

“… Oh, I forgot…. I’m sorry.”

Only then did she blush her cheeks slightly, embarrassed by her questioning, and Chester tilted his head and stared at her.

‘Quite a bit… Do you think it’s cute?’

“My name is Fidelis.”

“Yes, Fidelis. Since you asked me a question first, may I ask you a question and answer it?”

“Yes!”

Chester asked, pointing his fingers at Edu and Essie.

“What are they?”

Perhaps the fingers were offended, Edu and Essie slammed their hairs his fingers. Grabbing his reddened fingers, he spoke slowly.

“… Ouch.”

* * *

“Friends?”

“Yes.”

He glanced at Edu and Essie, who were chasing after him. Apparently, they didn’t like Chester.

“I haven’t done anything, so why do you think you hate me?”

“… Well?”

Even though he was afraid of Hakan, Fidelis wondered because they didn’t show such an outright dislike. It seemed like he was guarding Fidelis from the sidelines to keep Chester away. They continued to have a meaningless snowball fight, and Chester averted his gaze first.

“Oh, so you said you’re good at ‘making,’ right?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.”

He paused for a moment and looked around. Fidelis stopped and stared at him. Chester came in with a wooden board and a torn cloth as if he had found something.

“Take a good look.”

Chester began to draw something with his fingers on the floor. A pale glow emerged from a pattern similar to a magic circle on the floor. He placed the planks and cloth in the magic circle and muttered a spell. A white light crept up and enveloped the two of them.

He watched it for a moment, then ran his fingers into the air. Then the light faded and fluffy-looking slippers appeared.

“Wow!”

Fidelis clapped his hands in genuine admiration. He shrugged haughtily and brought the slippers beneath her feet.

“Come on, put it on. You can’t keep going barefoot.”

“Thank you.”

Hesitantly, she put on her slippers, and a pretty nice touch wrapped around her feet. It felt like I hadn’t worn shoes in a long time. It was easy to move around. The soles of my feet felt soft and soft to the touch instead of the hard, clunky bottom.

“Wow… It’s not that good, but it’s soft.”

“That’s why alchemists are so great.”

Maybe I can make what I want?

Fidelis decided to take a gentle look at him in passing, pretending to be indifferent.

“So you can make dolls or something?”

“Hmm? Do you want a doll?”

Not not, but Fidelis nodded in affirmation and smiled as innocuously as he could. Chester unknowingly tried to stroke her head and was slapped by Edu and Essie’s hair.

“… What’s wrong with me?”

[P… Mann Delis… You can lose… That’s a thing.]

[Ha, Hakan and Lee, Isotapu, and only.]

“Oh! Come to think of it!”

When the answer he wanted didn’t come and the topic went astray, Fidelis cried. I motioned for Edu and Essie to be quiet for a moment, but they just tilted their heads as if they didn’t understand. It was cute again, and Fidelis melted into the two of them.

Ghosts can’t be that cute.

“Do you know Hakan and Isota?”

“… Yes, yes.”

He didn’t want to say anything because he might be hiding something like Beth, but he’d already heard Edu and Essie’s answers. On top of that, Edu and Essi even said that they could only touch Hakan and Isota, as if they were going to kill them, so if they lied, they might be wary.

More than that, Fidelis was surprised that everyone he met knew Hakan and Isota.

“Are you going to hit me…?”

Fidelis opened his eyes in surprise at Chester’s cautious question. Chester looked cute, like a frightened herbivore.

“Oh, no! I don’t think so! You’re very good…”

When she waved her hand and denied it, Chester squinted his eyes to see what she meant.

“I can’t wait to find you and meet you.”

‘I don’t think you’re lying…’

It was inconceivable that Isota and Hakan would be kind to each other, so Chester tilted his head, wondering if they were the same name.

Well, it doesn’t matter.

He had given up on thinking cool. It wasn’t Chester’s inclination to dig in.

“You asked me if I could make a doll, didn’t you?”

Fidelis wondered where Pecua was listening. But now there wasn’t much he could do, so he pretended to be nonchalant and asked because he was really curious.

“Yes, it’s the same doll as Isota! to stand alone.”

I asked with my hands clasped together and my eyes lit up. As if I really want Isota’s doll. In fact, after speaking it out, I wanted a doll that looked like Isota.

“There’s nothing I can’t make.”

Chester’s confident smile made Fidelis cheer inwardly. The first thing, then, was passage.

What I mean by this is that Fidelis was going to trick Pecua with a doll. Of course, this was a tactic that could only be done if the blood from Sarha’s portrait was her blood, so if this method was to be carried out, I had to make sure that the blood was right for me.

Before that, one more thing first.

“Chester came in because he wanted a reward, didn’t he?”

“Right. Isn’t that what the people here are all for?”

“May I ask why you need that?”

As he steadily made his way to where the portrait was hung, Fidelis decided to ask him a question. He wasn’t going to tell Hakan and Isota about this operation. If Pecua noticed anything out of the ordinary, it would be a slap in the face.

After all, this was an operation that would make sure no one was hurt, so he was going to scoop up Chester, check the test kit, and work with him if he could.

I’ve already played too much in Pecua’s hands. Fidelis is now quietly in Hakan’s arms, unable to do anything and has no intention of losing the others. She wasn’t going to get her way. In order to do so, it was imperative that the curse be lifted as soon as possible.

Breaking the curse would be a blow to Pecua.

“I need money.”

“… What?”

Contrary to the expectation that if he got Hart, he would use it to kill or save someone, but his eyes lit up and he was screaming for money.

Alchemists are not so common on the continent. Because of this, research funds were infinitely scarce, and above all, alchemy itself was very difficult.

But Chester was interested in the unpopular profession of alchemy, and he had a talent for it. Although Chester had become quite famous as an alchemist, he was a rarity. Ordinary alchemists often did not see the light of day and went on to other professions.

The reason was simple. In order to make this and that, there had to be enough materials, but the alchemist’s research money was insufficient. The Empire’s support was limited, and the rare medicines made using alchemy were no longer unique to alchemy.

There were many nobles and royalty who would pay for their research as much as they wanted if they could make an elixir that would not age. That’s not what Chester wanted to make, so he turned it down. Even if it were made, it also envisioned a bleak future that would result from it. Such an elixir was a forbidden alchemy.

As he began to be dissatisfied with the alchemist, the wizard began to shine and rise to the surface, and naturally, the alchemist’s position began to shrink. Although they used the same magical power, there were usually far more people who turned to mages instead of alchemy. But Chester was adamant about alchemy. He loved alchemy.

Some people say that it is not possible to use alchemy to make gold, but that was all nonsense. To make gold, an equally expensive material was needed. Chester wasn’t doing alchemy to make gold. The natural and philosophical enlightenment to be gained there showed Chester a wider and higher world.

Magic and alchemy were starkly different. The alchemist was gradually losing his place. Most of it was possible by magic. To put it bluntly, Chester could have become great if he turned into a wizard, but he insisted on alchemy.

“So I’m going to sell Hart for a very high price so that he can build a tower for the alchemist and help him focus on his research. Me too, of course!”

The biggest reason for the decline in alchemists is that they can’t do as much research as they want, so Chester wants to change that. As long as the cost of research was met, they could become large enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the mage.

“Is Hart selling for such a high price?”

“Of course. There was a king who sold his kingdom to get it.”

Chester chuckled at Fidelis’ open-mouthed surprise.

“So, Chester needs more money than compensation?”

“That’s right.”

After talking, Chester was determined to make sure he got the reward. Then it was easy to join hands with him. We’ll have to dig deeper into it after we find a test kit.

[It’s… Runde, he… Why… Continued.]

“Oh, follow me, come, beggar.”

Edu and Essie were patting his feet with their faces, urging him to stay away from Fidelis. Fidelis told them not to, and Edu and Essie flashed it and took it in their arms.