Chapter 497 – #105_Perfume Tycoon (4)
#497
One.
After helping Amelia with the store, it’s already evening.
Siwoo had something to do for a while, so he looked around and left the place for a while.
It was because it was the day to adjust the prosthetic arm that he had promised with Count Kohab.
Had his arm shown some signs of recovery, he would have been frank.
However, after that day, Siwoo’s left arm was still numb like a piece of wood.
There is no major inconvenience in daily life because it moves freely, but to tell the truth, I didn’t want to add burden to my heart.
But if you’re worried about your arm, that’s not it either.
How did you solve the brain that was once a porridge?
There was a vague belief that he would do something about his left arm.
Countess Yvonne Cohab.
She did not set aside her own mansion, which was unusual for her high-ranking witches.
She was living separately in the mansion of Duke Erelim, which also serves as the main building of the Jinmyong Academy.
I wonder if I will encounter too many witches at first.
As a result, it was Siu who was concerned that he would not get caught up in something bothersome, but it was something he performed.
This was because the estate of Duke Erelim’s mansion was as large as a small campus, and most of the witches were confined to the laboratory for research.
Still, there were quite a few witches coming and going, so I ran into a few of them while walking on her path, and everyone looked at them curiously, but didn’t show any blatant interest.
Thanks to that, Siu was able to leisurely look around, even reaching the outbuilding.
“It’s like a temple.”
Speaking of personal impressions, it could be said that Trinity Academy is a little less glamorous.
A quiet atmosphere like a church where time has stopped, witches like nuns who are immersed in research away from the secular world, traces of the long years that are buried everywhere.
I could vividly feel how quiet a beautiful building can be if it spends an eternity under excellent management.
A house clearly reveals the disposition of its residents.
Isn’t it the same when you look at the bright warmth felt in Yesod Mansion or the calm elegance felt in Jemonai Mansion?
Although he had never personally spoken to the Duke of Erelim, he could guess what kind of character she was just by looking around her mansion.
A seeker who perseveres on his own path without wavering in order to achieve great achievements.
It came to mind
Come to think of it, Count Kohab, who was known as one of her followers, had the impression of being a more clogged scholar than Amelia in her prime.
Among the buildings rising sparsely over a wide field where even the sidewalk was not properly polished, Count Kohab’s outbuilding was located in the center of the site and to the east of the ‘Truth Hall’, the residence of the Duke of Erelim.
The white roof is impressive as if a swan has landed.
Instead of boasting the splendor of other buildings on the site, it was a three-story stone mansion with the exterior walls covered with ivy.
-Smart!
“Excuse me.”
An outbuilding with a door as small as a normal family home in Taro Town.
He knocked on the doorknob next to him.
-Kikkiik!
After a while, a woman in her 40s with freckles quietly opened the door.
Judging by her clothes and age, she seemed to be a maid working in this mansion.
“Hello. At 8:00 PM, I am Shin Si-woo, who has an appointment with the Count.”
“…….”
“Is Count Kohab available?”
“…….”
The maid who opened the door respectfully bowed her head to Siu, and she took the lead without saying a word.
There was no explanation, let alone a welcome greeting, so I stood in place and followed, belatedly stepping on the floor.
I looked sideways at the interior of the building where the silence was flowing.
The name is the Duke’s annex.
Although the exterior was a bit shabby, the inside was well decorated, which was expected to be beautifully missed.
To put it in one word, the old laboratory itself, where silence has descended.
It is an older facility than the research building Amelia used at Trinity Academy.
When passing through the corridor where the room (probably a study/workshop) extends like branches, when passing through the hall, and even when climbing the stairs, all the decorations that seem to be ornaments are a couple of desolately hung picture frames.
There are no chandeliers that are often seen as if they were fluorescent lamps in the Gemanai mansion, no fresh flowers decorating desolate corners, no art pieces on display, no soft sofas or fancy tables.
The floor was covered with a floor that wasn’t even marble, let alone carpet.
Even though it was made of wood, it made me feel paranoid that there was no creak or even a speck of dust.
As the sun went down, the decorative lights illuminating the bleak interior were also mass-produced items that could be used in Border Town.
Did it just look small because it was so dense in the space?
The width itself was wider than expected, and it took quite a while to reach it.
“There….”
“…….”
A maid who silently urges footsteps even when Siwoo calls quietly.
-Smart
Reaching the third floor and knocking on the first door she saw, she silently bowed her head to Siu and quietly disappeared.
Not even a sound of footsteps is like a ghost.
“Come on in.”
The door opened more smoothly than it seemed, and Count Kohab’s voice was heard beyond.
Siwoo cleared his throat for no reason and stepped in.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Count Kohab sitting at the rosewood desk in front of me, frantically using a quill.
“You came 15 minutes earlier than expected. Please be on time.”
“Ah, yes. Sorry.”
Ivory eyes.
Short black hair that is as sharp as her tone.
It hasn’t changed since I haven’t seen him in a long time.
What surprised Siwoo a little was the scenery of the studio.
The word that came to mind before the witch’s workshop was the puppeteer’s workshop.
The interior is much larger than expected.
It’s a three-story mansion, but there was a reason the hallway was narrow like a studio.
Instead of tearing down the walls or raising the ceiling as high as possible to give a sense of openness, it seemed to have been built in pursuit of efficiency, as if to use all the space for workshops.
Mannequins of various parts are hanging here and there, crammed into shelves, and rolling on the floor to the extent that the large space looks chaotic.
Perhaps it is her field of specialization, ‘self-body’.
Just looking at the cut surface, it was not an ordinary mannequin.
It’s not grotesque like cutting off human limbs, but the elaborately embodied blood vessels, bones, and joints are enough to make you feel creepy if you’re alone.
“…….”
“Hey, I’m here for a checkup.”
“…….”
Count Kohab went on with what he was doing without saying anything.
He doesn’t tell you where to sit, and he doesn’t even look at Si-woo.
Could it be that you’ve come 15 minutes early, so you have to wait that long?
As he stood awkwardly, unable to do this or that, Count Kohab gave a short sigh and chin.
“… Please sit down and wait.”
I’ve felt it before, but I think he’s a great principled person.
Siwoo carefully removed the mannequin from her sofa and sat down.
When exactly 15 minutes had passed.
Kohab took off his monocle and stood up.
In his hand, as if he had prepared it in advance, there is a toolbox he saw the other day.
Kohab walks up next to Siwoo without saying a word and opens the box.
Recently, I wasn’t used to this desolate atmosphere, so I tried to have a small conversation.
“Is the servant hired here the one who guided me earlier?”
“Why are you curious about that?”
“I’ve only met one person the whole time.”
“Right.”
“He was a very quiet person.”
As if he was a bit surprised by the small talk attempt, the count peeked at Siwoo and even laid out his tools.
However, if you talk to me, you will be accepted soon.
“The Truth and Truth Conference is a forum for witches to explore and contemplate. Employees are prohibited from speaking without permission while on duty.”
“Yes?”
But the words that came out of his mouth were very cold.
Count Kohab’s way of speaking was his personality, but the content was the same.
I’m not a high school senior hysterical before the college entrance exam, and I can’t tell you that I need to concentrate.
Shiu wondered if he was particularly trembling, but Kohab didn’t even add an explanation as if it was very reasonable.
In fact, I had heard from Count Yesod.
Along with the Emerald Tablet, the Academy of Truth and Truth is the largest school of Gehenna, to which the largest number of witches belong.
Their personalities are very conservative and they are close to orthodox witches.
Witches who pay no attention to the outside world and only explore magnetic magic.
It might not be a mediocre member of the academy, but if you were the vice president, Count Kohab, you might be fully equipped with the privilege of a pre-modern aristocrat.
I know that not all witches are like Master or Sharon or twins, but seeing them sometimes makes me feel uncomfortable.
“How is your condition?”
“Externally, nothing has changed from last time.”
“I’ll try the sensory interlock check again. It might sting.”
Kohab took out his terrifying long acupuncture needle and stabbed Siwoo in the left hand.
A sharp silver needle that pierces the palm and protrudes out the other side.
It’s creepy even if there’s no pain, as long as you know you’ve been pierced physically, not by magic tricks.
“Still numb.”
“… It can’t be.”
Count Kohab frowned.
She unfolded the parchment she had seen before and seemed to be examining this or that, but her crumpled brow showed no signs of straightening.
“Count Kohab, is this a prosthetic arm?”
“Okay.”
“Can I take it off and attach it to something else?”
“It’s a waste of time. There is no problem with the prosthetic organ. If there’s a problem in this case, it’s not me…. It must be you.”
Count Kohab showed absolute trust in his magic.
Rather, he looks at Siwoo with the look of ‘why are you doing this?’.
“How about an example?”
“We cannot rule out the possibility that there is a problem with the spiritual body itself.”
“Then…. Doesn’t the spirit body solve quite a few problems on its own?”
“Yes. If it’s okay.”
The spiritual body far exceeds the normal body in terms of durability and resilience.
As long as the composition of the spiritual body itself has not collapsed, it will recover even if its limbs are cut off.
Count Kohab put the devices back into the box.
“Is this the end?”
“No, I will do a thorough inspection with a more proper instrument. Don’t expect too much, I’m a bodybuilder no matter what. Please follow me.”
The place Count Kohab guided us to was a work table the size and height of a billiard table in the same room.
Surroundings were scattered bodies that exuded a bleak atmosphere, and oddly shaped strings and hoses hung in clusters like untidy wires.
“Take it off. Only the top.”
Is this a familiar development?
Even if you try to think of it, if you see and hear Count Kohab’s expression, eyes, and tone, you will be able to think of a severe thought.
“You are very wounded.”
“You see.”
It hurts to talk about what happened before, the fierce battle with Bianca, and the rescue of Amelia.
Even recently, I’ve been rolling my body pretty wildly.
However, at first glance, the performance of the spiritual body, which even heals scars, would not be noticeable.
Count Koharb pointed it out in one breath.
She attached the electrodes (I don’t know if I should say it) from the ceiling of the workbench all over Siu’s body and started a full-scale examination.
