'Yes, ...... let me start by giving you some common sense for wizards.

　Ambrose didn't wait for our response and began to speak as if he were giving a lecture.

'As you know, wizards like the ones you are familiar with are in the minority. Most of them have retreated to their own strongholds to devote themselves to the study of magic.
'I heard it was ....... The only time I've ever been involved with an outsider was ...... when I was selling magical tools to make money.
I'll have more contact with him, that's for sure. But you're right in the grand scheme of things.

　Even in the fifteen years I've been working as an adventurer, I've never met many people who have magical-related skills, but rather who make the study of magic their main occupation.

　Most of the time, it was only to the extent that they were 'adventurers who can also use magic', and magic was just one of their means.

　After Noir lost his parents, who were research-oriented wizards, he and his twin sister, Bran, have lived a life without research, with magic as their bread and butter, I've heard.

　In Melissa's case, she is said to have been influenced by her admiration for Eastern magic, or for reasons that she doesn't understand, she came to learn the [Attribute Magic] skill.

　So, she wasn't familiar with the so-called 'ordinary magic users', and in that sense, it was worth listening to Ambrose's statement.

''The deeper one's exploration of the magic path goes, the more it surpasses human knowledge. That's why there will inevitably be something missing.
What's missing: "......
''For example, the amount of magic power. This is still better because it can be supplemented with magic crystals and so on. For example, the maximum amount of magic power that can be released. This is the maximum amount of magic power that can be passed through the body at one time. If it exceeds this limit, it could even cause your body to collapse.

　No matter how much magic power you prepare, if you activate it in the form of a skill or magic, the amount of magic power you can use at one time will be overwhelmed by the limit of your physical strength.

　If used poorly, it could even cause serious physical damage, as Ambrose says.

　In my case, when I use magic power that exceeds the limit, I activate it while [repairing] myself, but this kind of thing is nothing more than a subterfuge.

''And ...... for example, life expectancy.''

　Ambrose's voice goes one step lower.
　As if to say that this is the most important thing.

'After all, the biggest problem in the study of magic is the physical vulnerability of the researcher themselves. As for longevity, that's true in other fields as well, but wizards are particularly affected by it.

　Wavering.
　Suddenly, Ambrose shifts his position and shifts to face us.

'Have you ever heard from Noir or Melissa?　The story of a wizard who got stuck in his research and turned to body modification.
...... then there is. The storyline was that Bran might have been modified by the Demon King's Army, but ......
''Oh, the modding techniques of the Demon King's Army are really interesting. I wonder if the brave Falcon ...... qualifications have already been revoked, especially for the brave Falcons?　Well, to be honest, I don't really care about that ......, but there's a lot for us to learn about that dragonification modification, even for us.

　After speaking somewhat prematurely, Ambrose apologized with a small "Excuse me" and returned to the topic.

　Was it really because he realized that the conversation had gone off topic, or was it because I unintentionally glared at him?

　I don't have any sympathy for the Falcon, but more than one Knight of the Golden Fang has suffered the same damage, and it simply doesn't feel good to look at them as if they're lab animals or something.

'Regardless, any wizard who has been active over the years has had their hands in their own bodies almost without exception.
Isn't this a case of getting stuck in research?
A wizard doesn't get stuck in his work. I am no exception. Just when you think you've torn down a wall, there's a new wall ...... like wandering through an endless maze.

　Ambrose spoke with a sigh as he gently brought his fingers, hidden in his long sleeve, close to the front of his face.

'But as you keep modifying it over and over again, it will inevitably get further and further away from humans.

　The front droop that covered his face was shifted slightly, allowing the left half of the hood's interior to touch the outside air.

　The space between the hood and the front droop was like darkness, not enough to expose Ambrose's true face, but a sense of too decisive dissimilarity could be seen at a glance.

　--Green eyes shone in two(-) parallels(-) on the left half of her face.

　Both Garnett and I gulped and were speechless.

　An obvious deformity. Is this a concrete example of human body modification?

'Oh. It's unusual, isn't it, Ambrose? You mind if I show it to you?
He's a superior officer in his own right. He can't keep this information to himself forever. Are you the one who will soon become my brother-in-law?
...... order. You can finish the story first.

　After exchanging a meaningful exchange with Valentine, Ambrose turned his remarks back to us again.

'You've probably guessed thinly after saying this much. So let me make it clear.
I didn't think that ...... was your idea: ......
"You can make your body and change it. That's my proposal. If your body isn't strong enough, you can modify it to meet the required level. If you entrust me with the treatment, I'll guarantee you a performance beyond the realm of humanity.

　A creeping feeling of dread ran down my spine.

　I couldn't believe it was a sane proposal.

　To remake your body to gain strength?　To the point where you could abandon the human form?

　There's no way I can tolerate it. There was no way I could accept it.
　I can't believe that Garnett, and not some stranger somewhere else, would do something like that.

'No way. ......!
"Sir Luke.

　Ambrose sticks out his glove-wrapped fingers and controls me as I almost shout out.

'The person to judge is Lord Garnett himself. I just thought it would be a good opportunity to suggest something that I've wanted to try for a long time. Why don't we listen to his opinion first?

　I silently turned my head to Garnett.

　It was hard to tell where Valentine and Ambrose were looking, but they must be doing the same thing I was.

　Garnett often shushed him, eventually scratching the back of his head as he exhaled longingly, and then replied in a well spoken voice.

'Sorry, I can't take you up on that suggestion.