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　Deep, deep underground, many of the children who were gathered there were given somewhat better clothes and were fed in a way that was previously unthinkable.
　Three meals a day. This was all the more fortunate that he had been brought to this so-called research facility.

　But for the boy, the food was secondary, and more than anything else he was happy to see his sister beside him. It was so good to believe that even God had not yet abandoned him to the world.
　It was the first time in months that she had seen her sister's spotless face.

　Her hair has regained a lot of its luster. Her health has been much better taken care of, and fortunately there is no suspicion of infection. I don't know how many of the children were brought here.
　However, depending on the amount of energy in their bodies, the so-called magic power, children who are suffering from some kind of disease will be thrown into that reality again.

　No one thought that was heartless. It's a lot kinder than dying.

　Of course, the institute here said it was for the sake of humanity, but there was no way any child would agree with that. So they would follow anyone who would provide them with just what they needed to live, a meal.

　That included my siblings. I can say now that I might not have lasted six months, or even tomorrow, if I hadn't done that.

　No matter what kind of test subject it is, as long as it's not a life-threatening one, you can meditate on it as much as you want. It didn't matter what else was going on, because he was doing his best to live, and it didn't matter what else was going on. And the main reason for the boy's decision was probably because there was the slightest possibility that he might be able to see his sister's eyes during his research.

　It was explained to him that that was the kind of research he was doing, but the boy didn't understand even ten percent of it. The key point was not that, but the one word that said there was a possibility. The boy didn't have the time to listen to a sincere expression on his face as he said that it was a simple medication experiment and other clinically confirming tests.

　It's also fortunate that the two of them have the highest magical power reserves of any of the test subjects. Accurate treatment was clearly favored over the other children.

　Life there was truly like a utopia. It was true that the number of children brought in was decreasing and then being replenished, but they were basically confined to a private room and were only allowed out twice a day.
　They were allowed to move their bodies in a large space during a small break called "free time". Other than that, they were basically allowed to conduct experiments, take blood samples, measure their magical powers, and often put inside the equipment.

　And as long as she could tolerate the bitter taste of the medicine that came with her at meals, it seemed like this place was probably the smartest choice she could make to live well.
　His sister's eyes were said to still take some time, but that was the ultimate goal and the boy was content with just more of Latifah's smiles to show at this moment in time.

　Without telling him anything, he mixed the bitter medicine with his meal, and after checking the texture of the medicine in his mouth, Latifa pulled the corners of her eyes together and included her cheeks. She couldn't bear the pleasure of being able to stroke her sister's head as she patiently swallowed it.

　However, things don't go that simply, and even though you hope everything will work out, there will always be a distortion somewhere. It's a good thing that you're here with that in mind, because for the boy it was a matter of a lifetime before he died, so it's acceptable.

　The boy was fine with that.
　But lately, he's been spending more and more time indoors, waiting for his sister, who should have left the room as well, to return.

　Some days he walked back on his own, with the help of a staff member, while other days he was pushed back by what looked like a wheelchair.
　Latifah had become terrified of the light coming through her eyelids in the pitch blackness. The painful and painful experiment was blocking her mood. Still, it was not particularly life-threatening, and as for the content of the experiment, it was not much different from what the boy was undergoing.

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　He couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't get, but he still had to ask Ars something.

'You seem to know something about Babel.
That's right. Of course, I'm the only one who can go in there. "Of course, I'm the only one who can get in there, but that doesn't mean I can do anything. Some of the heads of state have already given me access to it.
So you want me to be the source of Babel?
You have the qualifications. Why do you think the people back then were able to secure such a large amount of magical power until now?

　It's about fifty years ago that Babel came to be called that. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. It's not only the head of state that has the authority to do this. The energy cost of the pseudo-protective wall, which was later duplicated by engineers and researchers from various countries to simplify it, was too high to be practical.

　How he took the silence, Krokel revealed his seed early.

'It's Kronos,'
"....!　Oh, I see what you mean!　You used your arm.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of it.
　But what is questioned there is that even though it is the arm of a demon, it is part of its body. A demon's entire body is known as a good conductor of magic power, but if it is cut off, it should decay with the deterioration of its magic power.
　Of course there is a way to prevent it from decaying like the training stick that Ars gave to Tesfia and the others.

''You're half right. It's true that Cronos' arm is real, and it's still there, but it's just a wreckage. There's very little magic left in it.
Then............................

　Immediately after saying that, Crockel's expression made a distorted smile. It's a face that looks like it's fueled by lechery and at the same time reveals a self-deprecating side.

''Kukuk, that's right. Kronos, we're going to mix the body tissue of a demon.
..........
Babel was originally a research facility. What research?　The study of turning humans into freaks, isn't it a masterpiece?
That's very funny.

　We can't take everything into account, but there are many things that are consistent. There are no records of Kronos' arm. Moreover, while it is considered a major disaster, most of them are only spelled out from the surface process to the results.
　I'm not sure I've ever heard of it, but I'm not sure I've ever heard of it. It is a contraindication that everyone has thought about at one time or another. But it must have been a tacit understanding not to speak of it. Babel is a noble wall to save humanity. It should not be anything less than that.

　Without Babel, peace would easily fall apart, so it must be tacitly accepted.


　Crokel felt a faint headache in his temples, but excitement quickly erased the throbbing pain.

'Babel doesn't make sense unless you've been laced with Kronos. As I say, from a low-rate demon, the protective barrier means Kronos' territory. However, if a demon is laced with Kronos' body tissue, it will begin to erode itself as a demon. In other words, Kronos's body tissue is alive.
That means that Kronos will have a partial body. I don't care how high the wall is, it's too high a wall to mention.
Yes, it's a bad diet. It's a man-eating monster that would eat a piece of meat if it were a piece of meat. But he couldn't even get enough of Kronos. He just turns people into demons. If it was a monster like Kronos, the human race would have been extinct by now. But there are rare cases like you and me. I immediately took over the task of finding a replacement for the barrier, and I'm going to do it myself. I don't know how many times I've done it. I don't even know how many times I went back and forth to dispose of them each time I saw how many of them were mass produced. And that includes you.

　Crockel blurts out with a look that doesn't seem to add up to anything strange while speaking for himself.

'How did they really create the monster they are today, by chance?　I guess that's all there is to it.

　--I see, now I have a rough understanding of it. However..........

　Ars didn't feel sorrowful, but understood that, as a possibility, this different power was such a root. In a way, it's a satisfying answer. It's so easy to think that no matter how much I examine myself from now on, it will only lead to that result.

　Still, there was something about the current explanation that didn't make sense.

"You said you discarded me, then why do I remain a person?
Hahaha, that's impossible. You were showing solid signs of turning into a monster. I thought you were dead right after you thrashed about. You know, a half-blooded demon laced with body tissue can't decay, so you had to feed on it. So they had to be fed on. But you were different. You and I have something in common.
...the magic eye.
'Yes, yes!　The cause of death for turning into a demon is the enormous amount of magical power generated from Cronos' body tissue when it is eroded. It's physically impossible to keep it in the human body. Of course, there is rejection, and there were many shock deaths from it. However, a miraculous coincidence called the magic eye could be avoided. Conversely, the cause of death when opening the eye is the magic eye running amok, but the trigger is the ridiculous amount of magic power consumed when opening the eye and the activation of the magic eye's own impulsive abilities. In that respect, Provilevence is a little different from magic power, so it depends on the thing. My [Hekuatla's Blue Eye] is in the rewriting of the information associated with magic and magical power. That's why I rewrote my own information. Then 【Ezefolue's Lacquer Eyes】.......

　If you ask that much, there's no way you can't answer Ars. Because I still understand myself the best.

"Eat the magic, huh?
Your Honor, even if I could devour its enormous magical power, I doubt I could keep it inside me.

　However, it is likely that Ars is the one who made this possible. The explanation for the inborn, too abnormal amount of magic power is now attached with this. That's why the magic power information of Ars doesn't exist because he ate the abnormally generated magic power in his body.
　No, Ars immediately denied that possibility.
　And..........

''I see, it was the influence of Cronos........''

　It became clear to me. Disappointment was thick in the fact that the clarification of the self that had tickled my heart so much was so trivial. Yes, I had expected this to be the case, but I didn't realize I was a monster.
　This lack of lineage is probably due to the influence of Kronos. Another easy thing I learned about myself. I found myself helplessly unable to save myself.

　Of course, the results of the military's detailed examination of me have confirmed that I am human, but there is no way I can come to terms with that. The current Ars has changed too much.
　Still..........

　Ars's cheeks lifted naturally, as if he remembered someone else.
　It was really boring to explore the inside of his chest that had been dissolved. But there was an indescribable warmth to it. Indeed, people will say that Ars has changed a lot in the last few months. However, nothing has changed for the women who were the catalyst for his change. Even if those who knew him rejected him, all they knew was that nothing would change for Ars, even if they rejected him. That alone would make him feel so much better, so what was he worried about until now?


'I'm sorry, but I have to say no. At least I'll have someone to cry to when I'm gone.

　Crockel erased all emotion from his face.

'Is that balanced against the peace of tens of millions of people?
To me. Do you think I'm going to believe your idea of peace with that?
At least the threat of the demons will be repelled.
So you think you're a hero?　A delightful guy he's more unpleasant than anything else.

　With a whimper, Ars pulls out his AWR and holds it up with a light shake at hand. This is the problem before the breakdown. It's not only that all the hardships that Ars has contributed to humanity will be lost to nothing, but also that the future of Ars, who has found the location of something so important at this point in time, will be taken away.

''Oh well, I'm disappointed in you there's no more time, not for me, not for her...''

　Without understanding the words uttered from his buttocks, Crokel holds his AWR and lifts his gaze from Guillory's hand to Ars.
　Hostility dwells in their sharply crossed gazes, and nothing incompatible flashes the blade.