Genius Is Taught by Geniuses

130 – Homunculus (3)

Blue sky like the sea.

Apricot ceiling.

cool wind.

White curtains blowing in the wind.

A warm and soft blanket.

Dry and pale hands.

and wheelchairs.

It was an unfamiliar sight to Nadal, but he was very familiar with it.

As contradictory emotions and memories crossed my mind, someone came in with the sound of a door opening.

Nadal turned his head to see who had come.

But the body did not move.

It was impossible to move because of one body that had almost no muscles.

It was only possible to wiggle your fingers and move your eyes.

Nadal, oddly enough, was able to diagnose his condition immediately.

Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS).

It was an incurable disease in which the whole body gradually withered like a plant that dries up due to lack of water, eventually becoming unable to move freely, and even the muscles that move the diaphragm hardened and suffocated.

Even holy water or potions can’t cure it, so if you get a disease like this, it’s natural to starve to death like leprosy, abandoned by your parents.

However, Nadal suffered from this disease and was living with his breath for several years.

It was because he was the son of a wealthy aristocratic family.

‘Why do I know this?’

When Nadal’s body began to suffocate with confused emotions and memories, someone appeared in front of him.

It was as if his face had been painted with black paint, so he couldn’t recognize his face.

“·················ogue.”

What did the maid say to Nadal?

But I didn’t hear it.

I don’t know if it’s because of an illness or if there are other factors.

The maid dragged Nadal’s wheelchair out the door.

It was only then that Nadal could see the structure of the house.

This place was very familiar to Nadal.

It was the residence of the Baron Asensio family.

Baron Asensio’s mansion has no stairs.

Originally, the family mansion had stairs, but as Margot’s only son contracted amyotrophic lateral sclerosis and was in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, all the stairs were removed and a gentle ramp was made.

Nadal slowly descended down the ramp.

His body leaned forward, but the seat belt that secured Nadal’s body protected Nadal’s body.

So Nadal went out and headed for the terrace.

On the terrace was a stone wall path familiar to Nadal.

It was because when Margot made an important decision, she thought about it as she walked along this stone wall.

At this point, Nadal had no choice but to admit.

Nadal was now traveling through the memory of Margot’s only son, Noel.

As we passed through the familiar stone wall road and reached the flower garden, a man was welcoming Nadal.

It was Mago.

Nadal was honestly surprised.

Was Margo able to make such an expression?

Margot didn’t show her feelings for Nadal until just before her death.

But now, Margot greeted Nadal with a smile brighter than anyone else in the world.

“·················ogue.”

But again, he couldn’t hear what Margot was saying.

But Nadal seemed to know what Margot was talking about.

You’re talking about the weather.

Margot always enjoyed taking a walk with Noel on such a nice day.

After the handmaiden left, Margot walked around the garden, pulling Noel’s wheelchair.

Margot seemed to keep saying something from behind, but Noel couldn’t understand.

But I thought that this time would last forever.

A cool breeze brushed Noel’s cheeks and he began to fall asleep.

Noel closed his eyes.

* * *

Nadal came to his senses.

Nadal’s taste cells only sensed the taste of blood, and nociceptive nerves starting in his jaw were screaming.

It was then that Nadal remembered that Amoris had hit him once.

Nadal looked at Lane Rover and Tigris as they dry the Amoris.

“Amoris-sama! Stop it now!”

“Uh-huh! This, too, is pure psychic magic. Is it a way to bring back memories that the soul has forgotten? Just one! I think if I hit one more hit, my memory will come back, right?”

“However, what if you hit me hard like this?”

“I have to shock the soul, right? It is said that the soul is also greatly stimulated by an unexpected shock.”

Amoris’ sparkling eyes turned to Nadal.

“Do you think it’s because I have personal feelings? The medicine you take is bitter!”

“It seems like personal feelings remain?!”

Nadal took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his chapped lips.

“I am fine. Princess Rain Rover.”

“Nadal. It’s because I can’t see your face right now! I have a bruise on my face right now… Foot!”

I knew this shouldn’t be the case, but Nadal’s face was really funny.

On Nadal’s left cheek, Amoris’ fist marks bang like a stamp! was stuck

“Sorry! Sorry! Nadal. I didn’t mean to laugh…”

“it’s okay.”

As if familiar with Nadal, he took out a potion he was carrying for emergencies from his pocket and buried it in a handkerchief.

And gently stroked the ball.

Then the fist stamp on his face began to slowly disappear.

Amoris was nauseous as if it were a pity.

“Looking at your face, you seem to remember it, don’t you?”

Nadal nodded.

“Yes. That’s right.”

Amoris said as she unfolded her crumpled clothes.

“Can you admit that memory? A fragment of memory left in your soul.”

“I have to believe it. I am well aware that there is no hypnosis or psychic magic in those gloves.”

“Would you like one more shot? Then maybe other memories will come back?”

“no. it’s okay. We got the information we needed.”

Nadal poured the remaining half of the potion into his mouth.

“By the way, I have a question, can I ask you a question?”

Amoris took off his glove and put it in his bosom.

“okay. Ask anything.”

“The memories I just saw are said to remain in my soul, so why don’t they come to mind perfectly as if they were fragmented?”

“If I get one more shot, won’t I remember it?”

Amoris said with a cough.

“Just kidding, to be serious, your soul has been artificially washed once, and so many memories have been volatilized.”

“What does artificially laundered mean?”

Amoris took out a pen and notebook lying on the tabletop and began to write.

[Soul: Memory X]

“There is no organ in the soul that can leave memories. So how do the spirits out there remember their past? It’s because of the special feeling of ‘han (恨)’.”

“What kind of emotion is Han exactly?”

“It’s a feeling that’s really hard to cut apart. 100 out of 99 can be caused by negative emotions, but also because of good memories. I think it would be better to think of it as just regret or cynicism. Then, how do you put your memories into the emotion of Han?”

Amoris wrote again in the notebook.

[Sad → Loss]

“When you think of sadness, you usually think of losing or losing something, right? Like this, spirits contain the memories of losing something in their emotions of sadness and mourning. The memory you just recalled was also contained in the ‘han’ that was in your soul.”

“Then the reason I couldn’t recall the memory means that someone artificially damaged the memory of my soul?”

“right. Usually, only the Spirit Magician can erase the memory of the soul. But your case is a bit special. You’ve been laundered, not mutilated.”

[Spirit: To relieve the hunger of the soul.]

[Laundry: To volatilize the memories remaining in the soul.]

“Usually, the method of erasing the memory of a spirit is a spirit or a spirit, so if you release the han, it will disappear automatically. But you have the reverse order. As long as it’s in your soul, it’s the only memory that has been forcibly ripped out.”

“Is that possible?”

“It is possible for ordinary spirits. Of course, the method is very difficult and complicated. Not only that, but that spirit is 100% supposed to be a demon. It also turns into a very dangerous demon.”

“So, does that mean that my soul is already demonized?”

“no. Strangely not. I don’t know if the psychic who manipulated your soul is a great guy or if he has special know-how, but your soul is only wounded, and it’s more normal than you think.”

Rain Rover opened his mouth.

“Does “normal” mean “not normal”?

“Of course. Do you think a soul whose memory was forcibly extracted would be okay? That’s why my skin is so weak.”

“Then the reason Nadal’s skin is so weak is because of a problem with his soul?”

“Of course. When the soul hurts, the body is supposed to get stains right away.”

So far, Nadal has tried several procedures to fix his weak skin, but all have failed.

Obviously there was no problem with magic, but the reason it kept failing was because of the soul.

Nadal felt a little let down.

“Then is there any way to make my skin better?”

“Unfortunately, no. Your soul fits exactly into your body right now, so if you touch it, it will rebound out of balance with your body. Being a wizard, you know what a rebound is, right?”

The rebound phenomenon is one of the very rare phenomena that wizards experience.

When magic fails due to unexpected factors, there are cases where damage occurs to the caster.

“Are you saying that the wound on my soul may have been deliberately made out of necessity to fit my body?”

“That’s it, I don’t know. Am I not the alchemist who made your body?”

Amoris said, taking a sip of the cold water.

“Anyway, is the question resolved? Now it’s my turn to ask What was your soul’s memory?”

Nadal shared all the memories he had just seen.

After hearing all the memories in Nadal’s soul, Rain Rover opened his mouth with a serious expression.

“If it’s Noel, I remember him as someone who died from an incurable disease that made his muscles harden, right?”

“you’re right.”

“Then, Margo-sama, I hope…”

Rain Rover swallowed the back words.

But Amoris was different.

“Margot created a new body to somehow save Noel. And I put Noel’s soul into that body.”

Nadal meekly admitted.

“Perhaps it will.”

“You seem calmer than I thought? You are a human, not a homunculus. You don’t need to control your emotions anymore, do you?”

“I have never lived to kill my emotions. Rather, I made countless efforts to feel emotions that I did not have. But most of them failed.”

So, up until now, Nadal has tried to directly torture criminals to experience indirectly the sadness and despair they feel.

The reason Nadal wanted to feel sadness and despair first was simple.

Usually, the first emotions that humans feel when they are born are fear and sadness.

So Nadal was convinced that the first emotion he would feel would be sadness.

But, unfortunately, even if I tried to empathize with such negative emotions, I couldn’t.

Rather, raising Rakan reminded me of Margot, and I first felt ‘joy’ in it.

I had no idea why, but after listening to Amoris’ explanation, I could understand a bit.

Because of the ‘han’ remaining in Nadal’s soul, he first felt positive emotions such as ‘joy’ and ‘joy’ rather than negative emotions such as sadness and fear.

“I am still a poor human being. To be precise, is he an unfinished human?”

Nadal said, feeling Rakan talking with Trisha outside the door.

“But through Rakan, I think I can fill my lack of emotions.”

If Rakan is properly nurtured and raised, maybe it will be possible to indirectly feel the love Margot gave to Noel?

Amoris opened his eyes and said.

“Aren’t you that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You have that Rakan that… it. Isn’t that the kind of feeling that you see as a romantic feeling? Rakan likes women. know?”

“Do you think that I see Rakan as a romantic object?”

“No? If I had, I would have had to pull out my gloves of justice again.”

Nadal tilted his head and said.

“Then do Amoris-sama love Rakan?”

“Well······.”

Amoris knew, frankly, that these feelings toward Rakan were vague.

Rakan is just a reincarnation of Pereira, not the same person.

But this trembling heart was uncontrollable.

Because I want to look good to Rakan and I want to look pretty.

So, before the harsh words came out, Rakan was kicked out of the study.

“I’ll make no comments for now. I still don’t know myself well. I think it will take some time to find out.”

“What is that…….”

“Ahh! done. Stop talking like this! Let’s move on to another topic. Any other questions? Rain Rover? Tigris?”

It seemed that Amoris still needed time.

At this point, Tigris decided to ask what he was curious about.

“Then did Margot’s homunculus research fail?”

The answer came from Nadal, not Amoris.

“no. It’s not like that. The homunculus study was successful.”

Rain Rover tilted his head.

“yes? What do you mean? Nadal is a human, not a homunculus.”

“The reason why alchemists have so far failed to create homunculus is simple. It’s because we couldn’t create the perfect body to contain our self-consciousness.”

Amoris also nodded.

“Normally, another soul cannot possess a human body for a long time. Over time, either the body is destroyed or the soul is thrown away. did i just say Rebound.”

“But I have long had Noel’s soul in his body. But, except for my weak skin, I didn’t feel any discomfort.”

Nadal looked out the door and said.

“Like Rakan.”

“······ Come to think of it, Rakan also said that a soul entered the middle. So, are you saying that Nadal’s soul into his body and Rakan’s entry into Rakan’s body must have been similarly made?”

“It’s just a guess. But it’s a highly probable guess.”

“So, if we can figure out how Nadal got into that body, does that mean we can also figure out the principle of Rakan’s possession?”

“Perhaps it will. If that happens, we might even be able to figure out the principles of Rakan’s ‘system’.”

At the word system, Tigris, Rain Rover, and Amoris’ expressions hardened.

Nadal said with a small smile.

“If you dig too deeply into something, you feel like you’re going to get seriously hurt. Isn’t there such a thing? It is a story of God getting angry and punishing people when they gain knowledge that is not allowed by humans. It seems like it would be dangerous to dig further, but I am very curious.”

When Nadal, no one else, said this, Rain Rover felt a little strange.

“Then what is Oslo? Does Oslo have a soul?”

“When it comes to Oslo, you are talking about the one who cuts the sloth. I don’t even know about that. If Amoris-sama sees Oslo in person, the question will be resolved.”

Nadal looked calm, as if a heavy burden had been shaken off.

“Now that I know the truth about my body, I have a new homework assignment. Margot-sama… No, it’s about uncovering your father’s secret. The existing investigation data must have been manipulated, so we should discard it and start from the beginning.”

“Are you sure?”

“It would be very difficult to re-investigate something from 30 years ago, but we have to find out. If you get to know me, you will be able to discover the secrets of Rakan, Oslo and Levis.”

Nadal got up.

“Of course, the first thing we need to do is, of course, attack the Iron-Blood Heart dungeon. Now that I know I have a soul, I have to prepare again.”

Then Amoris said urgently.

“Do you need to hurry up? Let’s have dinner together with Rakan.”

“My schedule is a little tight. As much as I blew up the day, I think I will have to stay up all night today.”

“Then you stay up all night. Rakan will eat dinner with me today and go shopping together.”

Nadal said with a grin.

“If you can take it, take it. Maybe you’ll follow me better, though. I’m Rakan’s boss and teacher, but I’m nothing to Amoris, right?”

“you······! Are you going to take revenge now? You were so young?!”

“Isn’t it a bit harsh to say that I’m a jjomsaeng?”

Nadal said as he opened the door.

“To the future father-in-law.”

“········You must be!”

Nadal had been preparing to adopt Rakan for a long time.