6TH PART: LAKHESH

 "Can you let me go now?"

Not long after seeing Feodor leave , Lakhesh complained to Nygglatho , who was still holding

her tight.

"You should have listened, right? My mind seems to have broken once, and all memories

before that have been forgotten. Uh...Miss Nygglatho , is that your name? I can't remember

what you are to me at all ." .

"...That's how it is"

Nygglatho 's arms tightened .

"I know that you are showering motherly love on the girl named ' Lakhesh ', but I, who don't

know anything about you, have no way of taking this kind of love as something that has been

given to me and sincerely accepting it."

"...That's right. Well, you're right "

Nygglatho 's grip tightened .

"Well, are you listening? Please let me go ..."

"Do you hate it when I do this?"

Lakhesh was momentarily speechless.

“Those kinds of things... I...”

"Look, you are a very gentle girl."

Nigglatho 's arms exerted more force.

He closed his eyes and said in a voice that seemed to be coaxing a child:

"Even if you forget your memories, even if you lose them, even if you're no longer Lakhesh ...

you're still my important girl with soft meat, and that won't change . After all..."

NT: Yep , Nygglatho told him that he had soft meat and since Nygglatho is a troll he eats

human flesh

Lakhesh gritted his teeth.

"It is time to stop, Nygglatho ",

Odette said reproachfully. Nygglatho turned his head and puffed out his cheeks.

"...Really, I'll talk about it later. Now is an important time for this girl to get close to me again.

If I'm hated by this girl, I'll never forgive you."

"I know, so I thought it would be better to tell you."

"What's happening?"

"The girl seems to be dying."

She was right.

Where Odette's finger pointed was in the arms of Nygglatho . The orange-haired girl's face lost

all color, and her head hung limply.

" Ahhhhhh ! No. ...... Is everything alright, Lakhesh , are you still conscious? Can you

breathe?"

Lakhes , released from the grip like an iron jaw, coughed slightly and grudgingly replied:

"I'm not well". Nygglatho rubbed her back to reassure her.

“It is very lively.” The cyclops, which was almost as big as the door, poked its head through the

door of the next room.

"It is ready for inspection, Lakhesh , come here."

"I know..." she coughed.

"...I see, I'll be there right away"

Lakhesh stood up a little unsteadily and walked towards him.

"Yes, Lakhesh ."

He stopped short. Nygglatho looked behind him and asked:

"If you were serious about your magic, the skinny arms of a troll like this would be pretty easy

to resist, no? Why did you hold it until you almost passed out?"

"...I forgot it."

That was all Lakhesh said , and then he trotted off into the next room.

The door was closed.

The back was out of sight.

"Hehehe, really... she's a very gentle girl."

Nygglatho smiled and lowered his gaze slightly.

"She's gone, she's changed, but that personality is still the same as before... This is so

disgusting. I don't know if I should be happy or sad."

She laughed as a tear fell down her thigh.

♤♡◇♧

It has been heard that, until a few days ago, this house was used by the Tourterelle doctors to

run their personal treatment center. And all kinds of utensils here, as well as medicines, were

bought by Odette, and this place was used as one of the hiding places.

This place met the minimum requirements for the physical and mental examination of adult

fairy soldiers.

"I don't know what he had in mind when he prepared all these things, but he couldn't have

predicted this. It's the same old story, but I don't know how Imps think anymore"

Margomedari teased as she deftly picked up a few test tubes with her thick fingers. He first

gently swished the liquid inside, then mixed it, put the stopper on, and continued to shake

gently.

"So". Lakhesh , who was only wearing underwear, asked .

NT: 7u7

"Is there something you want to ask me?"

"Why do you think that?". Margomedari asked with her back to her.

"At the time, it was a bit unnatural for you to ask Feodor to run errands to get rid of him. So I

was wondering if you were going to say something he couldn't hear?"

. "I see... that's true, your guess is correct."

He lined up several syringes and got ready.

"Why did you help that... Feodor ? Since you have no memory, there shouldn't be any reason to

help him in particular, right?"

"Yes, there are probably two reasons. The first is that he instilled those feelings in me,"

margomedari He stopped moving his hands.

"The feelings I have for him are unnatural no matter how I think about them. I don't know if it's

hypnosis or something. Just getting along with him will usually make me feel closer and closer

to him. Even if I lose my memory , my Common sense still remains. That's why I'm still aware

of how unusual this is."

"But he must not have realized that I was aware of it," she added in a whisper.

"Could it be, is it the power of the eyes of the so-called imps?"

"I don't know the reason, I am only aware of the result." "

"But, if you're aware that you're being manipulated, you should be able to resist, so..."

"The second reason is that I don't hate being manipulated."

She hugged one knee into the chair and rested her chin on it.

"There is no right or wrong in love. In this world, some couples start cultivating their

relationship after marriage, right? If so, what does it matter if the relationship starts with

indoctrination? At least for me now, I I feel happy."

"Happy?"

"Yes, he needs me and he cares about me. And I need him and I care about him. As long as this

is enough. Of course, there may be other, better and more legitimate ways to be happy. It's no

way to be happy, but this does not negate the "happiness" I have now.

Without saying a word, Margomedari resumed her preparations for the exam.

"We fairies are like a one night dream. If we can achieve happiness in a brief dream, even just

one, that in itself is great happiness. I won't ask for blessings from others, I don't ask for

criticism or negativity, like " You're not really happy at all" or "You should find true

happiness" or something like that."

"That kind of thing, I won't say it. Although I really want to say it, but I won't."

He gestured for Lakhesh to lie down on the small bed.

After Lakhesh did so, he attached the syringe needle to her arm.

"I know a bit of the old Lakhesh . She was a frank and good girl, always caring about the

people around her... and because of this, she always left her own happiness behind. She is this

kind of girl."

Lakhesh 's body .

It was a sleeping pill with immediate effects.

"So......whatever the process, if you believe that you have achieved happiness, I will give you

my blessing."

"Thank you, Doctor, you are a good man."

"They tell me that a lot, even though it's not my intention."

"Wow, would you rather be called a bad man?"

Lakhesh 's consciousness faded slowly and silently.

Margomedari said:

"Yes, maybe it would be easier for me if someone accused me of being a sinner"

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Margomedari forced her huge body through the small door and returned to the next room.

"How strange, where is Odette?"

"He said he had something to do and came back. It seems his kind of place hasn't changed as

much as before."

Ever since Odette Gundakar was Odette Jessman , she's been this spontaneous and

unpredictable. Always wandering in and out of places.

"What's wrong with her?",

Nygglatho asked rhetorically, and Margomedari looked towards the examination room.

"She's sleeping soundly. I've checked if she's half asleep and given her a test injection. The next

tests will have to wait until she wakes up." He answered calmly.

" ... What is the situation? Can you survive?"

"I can't say anything now. Besides, we'll have to wait for Feodor to come back ."

Nygglatho lowered his shoulders and poured the black tea into a large teacup.

Margomedari picked up the teacup and drank the contents of the cup in one gulp, as if she

were pouring alcohol down her throat. The Cyclops's sense of taste was very dull and was

initially unable to appreciate the subtleties of flavor.

"Not to change the subject, but would you mind a little chat with me? There's something I'd like

you to know."

"What is it, something serious?"

Margomedari cleared her throat, then said:

"The girls, the fairies were originally the spirits of lost children who don't know they died.

Their spiritual state dominates their physical body, and then, after dreaming of omens, the spirit

of the fairies gradually erodes over their lives. They begin to come out of their container and

hand it over to someone other than themselves, or to the spirit of someone who existed in the

past. So far, you are aware of this, right?"

She hadn't heard a clear explanation. However, some bits of information previously learned

from Willem and Rhantolk did not contradict what he had just said. Therefore, Nygglatho

nodded slightly and said:

"That's how it is".

"The spirit is degraded by the erosion of past lives. A fairy is a spiritual being that dominates

the physical body. Therefore, the physical body tries to change, but it does not do it very well.

The spirit at the moment is mixed with matter strange and distorted, while the physical body

doesn't follow the distortion so easily, therefore," he said, and then paused.

"We used the Thaumaturgy technique, which has been lost to modern times, to force the girls'

bodies back into a state close to their past lives. That's exactly what we did with those girls."

Nygglatho felt that this term was really unknown.

But it seemed that he had heard it somewhere.

He remembered it as if it was...Yes, it was something he had heard before, when he listened to

Williem talk about the past. She had said, with a resigned face, that she had no talent, couldn't

wield a holy sword, couldn't even engrave a simple spell mark...

"The basis of the adjustment technique seems to have been handed down by the great sage

centuries ago. It is said to originate from the secret art of the creation of the world by the gods,

a small imitation of which dried up and the residue of which was the final product. Although

the scale and limits are not comparable to those of the original secret arts, the ability to rewrite

the very existence of an object is not dissimilar to that of the gods. It is not clear why the Great

Sage knew the secret arts of the human race," he said with a small (oversized) shrug.

"Of course, that secret technique is not omnipotent. What can be done is probably to strengthen

the ambiguity of the body, so that the body can keep up with the changes in the spirit. A pure

fairy body can only maintain the appearance of a girl, and cannot contain a spirit similar to that

of an adult. So we promote the physical changes of those girls so that they stop being pure

fairies...”

"...Huh?" Nygglatho listened with his mouth open.

A scare of unknown origin awakened memories of the past.

Once upon a time there was a fairy. She was a lovely pretty girl, no, a sister-like girl, running

through her dazzling life as fast as she could.

He remembered that time, five years ago, when...

The reaction to the purified silver powder was negative.

What does that mean?

A conversation from long ago revived in Nygglatho 's mind .

Margomedari continued her "chat" as if she wanted to interrupt the conversation.

Lakhesh 's blood for powdered purified silver and it came back negative."

Purified silver is silver processed with a special ash powder, but the object of the discoloration

reaction is not a normal toxin, but a twisted agent of death...used to detect dead spirits [Ghost ]

and ghouls [ Ghoul ] , to put it simply.

NT: Ghoul : is a ghoul that, according to Arab folklore, lives in inhospitable or uninhabited

places and frequents cemeteries. They are classified as undead monsters.

There was no way he could forget that. That was exactly what Nygglatho herself had told the

girl. And now Margomedari was saying almost the same thing.

"A fairy is some kind of undead. So if you mix their blood with the test drug, it should turn

black in an instant. However, there is no reaction. If this is the case, I can only draw one

conclusion. .."

...In other words, no longer a fairy.

"That is to say, Lakhesh is no longer a fairy. I fear that it is the result of pushing magic to its

maximum limit, and that even flesh is dominated by memories of a distant past life, which has

finally undergone a great transformation. "

"So...then, I shouldn't..." Nygglatho couldn't help but intervene.

She had heard enough sad things and she didn't want to hang her head over a cut off future.

Therefore, in a situation where she is overwhelmed by this sense of occlusion, as long as there

is something shiny, even if there is only a little bit, she will do her best to hold on to it.

"I don't think Lakhesh has to worry about the lifespan of a fairy anymore , right? Can the girl

live in a healthy way for the rest of her life?"

"Well, she won't die naturally due to her lifespan. And the safety valve that limited the range of

excavated weapons that could be applied has been removed. Removed all the locks we put on

them in the past to prevent them from growing by complete ".

Nygglatho 's heart .

As a result, he was not immediately noticed.

Margomedari 's voice trembled.

"To prevent it from growing?...A lock on the body? Huh? This means..."

"Fairy Elf Soldiers are extremely dangerous weapons. If there is a small mistake in handling, it

can become a threat to the floating islands they are supposed to protect. That is why we have

continued to hide adjustment technology until today and must continue to do so." in the

future..."

The cyclops looked at the ceiling and sighed.

"...For now it is stable. However, if another lock is lifted, I believe that Lakhesh will definitely

become the trigger for a disaster that will threaten the floating islands."

Nygglatho listened without understanding those words.

"I just want you to know about this, Nygglatho "