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Table of Contents
Prologue: The Amorphous Thing .............................................9
Case 01: The Molting Lamia .................................................. 11
Case 02: The Centaur with a Bruise ....................................... 41
Case 03: The Scylla Who Kept Score (or, The Day Off).......... 81
Case 04: The Golem with Altered Flesh ............................... 117
Case 05: The Gigas with Herculean Strength ....................... 160
Case 06: The Mermaid with a Twin..................................... 178
Epilogue: The Doppelgänger of Graveyard City .................. 221
Afterword ............................................................................ 241
About the Author, Yoshino Origuchi ................................... 243
About the Illustrator, Z-ton ................................................. 243
Thank you for reading! ........................................................ 244

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 Prologue: The Amorphous Thing

The thing was in trouble.

The thing made its constituent parts writhe, which made a gurgling
sound. This was perplexing, and the sense of perplexity was the first
feeling the thing had ever experienced.
The thing had nothing.
No name… Only the title given to it by the higher existence it knew
as “the master.”
No purpose… Directives from the master had long since ceased.
No consciousness… While the thing did possess thoughts,
knowledge, and the ability to learn, its voluntary will was extremely
sparse.
The time was midnight.
The thing began moving, and no one was there to stop it.
Gurgle, gurgle.
The thing began thinking.
The thing began shaking its muddy components.
At that moment, the thing needed to take in the nutrients required to
move—it needed an external source. Once, the thing had been in a
very comfortable place. There was no need to fear the depletion of
active energy. But now, things were different. The thing had to move
to find a new nutrient source.
Gurgle, gurgle…
The thing shook its body.

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The thing divided in two from its core, in time with the subtle
tremors. Without stopping, the two things split into four, then eight,
then sixteen. No matter how many times it divided, the individual
pieces were all the same size as the first—or so it seemed.
But the thing could feel itself growing weaker with each division.
Each individual piece was probably less intelligent than when they
were all collected together. But that didn’t matter. If the thing didn’t
do something to break away, it would die. If everything went well,
perhaps the thing would be able to return to a single form.
The thing multiplied to attain a stable life.
Each and every one of the infinite number of thing divisions crawled
away, disappearing into the darkness of the town.
Some went to the main road.
Some went into the sewers.
Some went into the town.
As they moved, they changed. They took on forms that would allow
them to go unnoticed while observing and collecting information.
The thing had not been given orders by anyone—it was being driven
by life. How could it live most efficiently in this environment? What
was the optimal method for establishing active life, rather than the
parasitic one it had before?
As part of its survival strategy, the thing scattered into 40,000 parts,
then 80,000. Each individual piece began thinking and behaving on its
own.
All of this happened in the dead of the night, witnessed by no one.

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 Case 01: The Molting Lamia

This is quite sudden, but I’d like to discuss the order of this world.
As everyone knows, there are humans, and there are monsters.
Then there are fairies.
Fairies are a species tasked with guarding the Great Fairy Queen. In
other words, all other species are nothing to them. Are they humans?
Or monsters? It’s actually quite absurd. Among academics, the
general consensus is that fairies are a type of monster, but if you ask
me, this is laughably incorrect.
Fairies can only be called fairies.
They are a perfect species, a relic of the age of the gods, completely
different from humans and monsters, who still have nothing but
incomplete and immature civilizations. We, the fairies, are the closest
things to gods in this world.
Fairies are immortal.
Fairies don’t age.
Fairies fight on the front lines every single day in the battle to
preserve the laws of nature.
Perhaps I should introduce myself.
I am Cottingley Bradford VI.
I have inherited the noble Bradford name, under which my
predecessors served the Fairy Queen for many years, in hopes of
assisting humans and monsters under her rule. The current Fairy
Queen is a compassionate soul by design. Deeply concerned by the
tortoise-slow speed of both human and monster civilizations’
evolution, she ordered us to help them.

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To comply with this order, I lead my subordinate fairies in performing
our duties at a small medical facility—Litbeit Clinic. The services we
brilliant fairies provide play an essential role for the humans and
lamia here. The clinic’s main doctor, Dr. Glenn, is as thickheaded and
ignorant as you would expect a human to be. If it weren’t for us, the
clinic would be shut down immediately. It is only because of our
secret activities that humans and monsters can go about their daily
lives.
Sometimes we are called derogatory nicknames like “helper fairies,”
but that sort of language completely misses the point. We couldn’t
care less about humans and monsters. In fact, if it weren’t against the
Queen’s will, we would be ruling over them.
“Now, everybody,”
Lady Saphentite looked down on me and my team in our perfect
formation. Due to the differences in our physiques, I’m used to being
looked down on. Thou shalt not scorn the tiny races. There is even a
legend that, during the age of the gods, our lightweight stature, agility,
and strength in unity allowed us to cross swords with the gods.
Having a massive body means you will fall like the gigas. Our small
stature is just one of the infinite facets of fairy beauty.
“Today, you won’t be doing clinic work. Thank you for indulging my
personal request. I have high expectations for you.” Lady Saphentite
expressed her gratitude to us.
It’s not that I look down on all monsters. If a well-mannered lady like
Sapphee has a serious request, my subordinates and I are always
ready to serve.
“I appreciate your efforts,” she said.
I answered Lady Saphentite on behalf of my clan.
No matter what obstacles you face, we swear on our unwavering
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the great honor of offering assistance, and the everlasting reward for
our service…
“Yes,” I said. “We will do our best.”
Hmph. That’s not what I was trying to say. Only simple phrases
seemed to be coming out of my mouth.
We are perfect and loyal fairies, a noble species that should be ruling
over the world. But we are not without weakness.
“I want to check one last time,” said Lady Saphentite. “Today is a
very important day for me, so I don’t want Dr. Glenn to see me.
Please make sure that he does not set foot in this room.”
“Leave it to us!” I replied.
I had wanted to raise my hand and say, So long as I, Cottingley
Bradford VI, give the orders, the unparalleled valor of 1,000 soldiers
shall serve at the lady’s pleasure, but could only manage those four
words. I couldn’t even enunciate those few syllables clearly, and my
voice came out like a small child’s.
“You’re always helping me.” The lady smiled and poked at my
cheeks without reserve, in a way that an ordinary person could not.
I tried to resist, but my power was unable to ward off her fingers.
“Teehee! Woo!”
Even though I knew it would be useless, I wanted to scream, Don’t
you know who I am? How incredibly rude of you to touch me in such
a manner! But all my words had changed to very simple phrases.
I regret to mention that there is one thing humans and monsters have
that fairies do not. Fairies lack language. Of course, we can
communicate with each other. But we don’t have vocal cords to make
the air vibrate. We possess our own unique, innate capability to
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can convey a massive amount of information and the thoughts we
hold in our hearts to each other in an instant. That means we do not lie
or exaggerate, and all conversations are honest and fair. It is actually a
highly effective method of conveying consciousness…but it is an
ability that can only be used between fairies.
In the long history of fairy civilization, language never manifested.
But it was inconvenient to help humans and monsters without any
words. Fairies are a far superior species, and it should have been easy
to learn the common tongue of the land.
No one anticipated that fairies would be able to learn language, but
not implement it. My language center is not developed enough to
convert my advanced thoughts into words.
Hey! What’s going on?!
It’s not just me. All fairies consider things in a philosophical and
high-minded manner, but when converting this into the common
tongue of the land, it always comes out in simple terms with a
childlike voice. To think that, even with our innate abilities, which are
found in no other race, we are so poor at language! To think that our
unrivaled strength is simultaneously our weakness! It’s infuriating to
be considered inferior to other races who must resort to a form of
communication as primitive as language, but it doesn’t matter.
Without any way to understand my unmanageable aggravation, Lady
Sapphee kept touching me. Poking, poking, poking.
“Stop it!” I could only manage a two-syllable objection.
It is our persistent infantile pronunciation that makes other races treat
fairies as pets. Even a well-bred lady like Sapphee tends to treat us
that way.
I pulled away from her prodding fingers and hopped down to the
floor. My landing was perfect. That’s what it means to have perfect
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“Oh my, I’m sorry.”
Even seeing me angry, her attitude was the same as someone who had
just teased a small child and thought it was funny that the child was
now annoyed. Of course, it hurts my pride when someone as noble as
myself is dismissed like this…but Lady Sapphee is still kinder than
most people from the other races.
“Well then, let’s begin molting.” Lady Sapphee announced her most
important duty for the day as if nothing had happened. “I will finish
before Dr. Glenn arrives. Take your positions.”
“Roger that!”
When Lady Sapphee clapped her hands, we all moved. Naturally, I
took my post as well, faster than the eye could see. We were not here
to waste time being treated as pets.
“Officer! Officer Cottingley!”
“What is it?”
The voice of my wingman Doyle, the adjutant fairy, resounded in my
mind. “All teams are in position!”
“Good! What about the entrance to the room?”
“We have complete surveillance. Lumber is in place for backup, and
unassailable protection is also in place!”
“Good! Lady Sapphee will begin molting any moment now! Stay alert
and perform your duties!”
“Copy!” everyone replied in unison.
As the commander, it is also my job to issue orders. These
conversations take only seconds with our innate fairy abilities. I can
transmit my voice not only to the adjutant, but to all fairies, even
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If we wanted to, we could deliver reports to the far away fairy Land of
Youth, where the Queen sits on her imperial throne.
Telepathy is so effective, and no other races can mimic it. Mwahaha!
Now then.
Lady Sapphee was already beginning her preparations for molting in
her quarters. The lamia species molts once every two to three months.
Lady Sapphee makes sure to hide herself from everyone during that
time. Advanced beings such as fairies have no experience with
biological phenomena like molting, but it’s easy to understand why
Lady Sapphee wouldn’t want to be seen in that state.
First, if your skin is coming off, then clothing would naturally get in
the way. The lady wears light-shielding intimates on her top half but
removes and discards her skirt and accessories on her bottom half. I
would imagine that she wouldn’t want the love of her life and owner
of this clinic—Dr. Glenn Litbeit—to see her undressed. Fairies don’t
love or marry or give birth, but I understand the logic of the lady’s
emotion.
“Humph.”
Loving another… That’s something someone like me, a mere
commander, will never have to deal with. Fairy reproduction is a
special right granted only to the Fairy Queen. The only happiness we
other fairies can hope for is to commit ourselves to serving the health
and body of the Queen. In other words, we don’t need love.
Actually, I don’t even consider myself to be a woman.
The difference between the sexes in the fairy species is already quite
vague, but it seems that I am especially lacking in femininity—not
that it matters, so long as it doesn’t affect my duties.
“Umph…”
I heard Lady Sapphee’s voice. It seemed she’d begun molting.

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“Mmm… Umph… Ahh…”
I stood as tall as I could on a chair in the middle of the room to see
what was happening in her living quarters. Lady Sapphee was
continuously rubbing her body against the post of her own bed.
“Mmm… Mmm… Ahh…”
This hip motion came easily to lamia. Lady Sapphee had the torso of
a human, but her bottom half was lamia. She rubbed the line that
divided the top of her body from the bottom against the corner of the
post repeatedly.
It wouldn’t be long now.
I could hear her surface skin peeling off—starting with the scales on
the bottom half of her body—with a soft tearing sound. The molting
had begun. Her old lamia skin peeled when the scales were rubbed
against something with an edge, like the bedpost.
It was going smoothly.
We had always kept watch when Lady Sapphee was molting. The
unique trust in our relationship was built on this duty.
“Mmm… Umph… Ugh…”
Lady Sapphee changed her movements. She began deliberately
rubbing the already-peeling skin against the floor. Now and then, she
would wiggle her snake belly, and that peristaltic motion would move
the skin farther down toward her tail. Before long, the movements
became bigger, changing to an exercise that took up the entire room.
She ran around the room in circles, sometimes lying face up or on her
belly, rubbing the bottom half of her body against the wall and using
other movements at varying speeds to move the molting along. She
was now panting.
This was certainly a biological phenomenon, but to me, this molting
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breath, continued sheding her skin through these violent movements.
The old skin peeled off her snake body, coiling up on the floor like a
balled-up old sock.
“Mmm! Agh! Umph!”
Even the way Lady Sapphee wriggled her hips was violent. She made
large, writhing movements, and the wave-like motion traveled all the
way down to the tip of her tail. The lamia method of molting took
great effort.
This was another reason why a lamia wouldn’t want to be seen
molting by a man they were in love with. They would be exposing
him to the repeated contortions of their entire body while moaning
loudly. Fairies have almost no vulgar emotions—such as libido—
whatsoever, but I could still understand this. Lady Sapphee’s
movements were provocative. She wouldn’t want to arouse such lust
in the man she loved. Molting was an important matter to the lamia,
and it had nothing to do with seduction. It was not flirtatious behavior
to show to a gentleman. The promiscuous sounds and movements
were unintentional.
“Umph… Mmm, umph… Ahh… Hee…”
Lamia don’t sweat, so how do they regulate their body temperature
when exercising? That’s why Lady Sapphee had prepared a bucket in
the room beforehand. Lamia wet the bottom half of their bodies as
needed. In this way, they keep their skin and scales moist,
maintaining an appropriate humidity that makes the molting process
easier. Also, the moisture on their snake half evaporates with an
increase in body temperature. When the moisture evaporates, it lowers
their body temperature. Then, the water that has evaporated from such
a huge body increases the humidity of the room. To us, this looks like
a steam bath, but what they are doing is no day at the spa. Lady
Sapphee was out of breath, and her cheeks were flushed due to her

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rising body temperature. My subordinates would also sometimes draw
water to wet Lady Sapphee’s body.
“Mmm… Argh…”
Lady Sapphee grabbed the bed frame and locked her limbs with her
upper body lifted upward. She then wiggled her hips from side to
side. She switched from the vertical movements she had been doing to
horizontal exercises, trying to get the old skin off. The bottom half of
her body undulated from side to side. The way Lady Sapphee’s hip
movements rippled down her body made it look like she was
performing an eccentric dance that I didn’t know.
“Oof. Ugh. Ahh. Mmm. Umph.” The lady’s voice got quicker. Her
old skin was already halfway off.
Lady Sapphee’s smell filled the humid room. It wasn’t unpleasant.
Perhaps the faint perfume was the ointment she used to block
sunlight. The ointment mixed with the evaporated moisture and filled
the room.
“Oof. Mmm. Ahh… Mmm!”
She stretched both arms downward to support her upper body and
create a precise friction with the floor using the bottom half of her
body. Her heavy breathing made it apparent how hard she was
working. The light clothing required for molting; the violently
repeated undulating motion; the body moistened to control body
temperature and the humid room; the chaotic breathing and voice…
“I wouldn’t want to be seen like this, either,” one of my subordinates
commented. When you have telepathic powers, even your private
thoughts are conveyed.
“Private Wright, you are on duty.” I reprimanded the fairy directly, as
is my duty as commanding officer.
“Y-yes, ma’am. I apologize, Your Excellency.”

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Incidentally, it seemed Dr. Glenn was on house calls throughout
Lindworm and wouldn’t be back until the evening. Lady Sapphee
must have timed her molting with that in mind.
The thin skin that had peeled off was translucent, but it also appeared
to be a faint pink color. This color and texture would change once it
had dried out. Conversely, the newly exposed epidermis was a clean,
pure white. This brilliant color could only be seen directly after
molting, and, with time, it would gradually settle into the pink
coloration as well. At least, that was what happened every time Lady
Sapphee had molted before. Everything was going smoothly as
planned.
“Your Excellency! All clear for each unit!”
“Good. Continue to stand by. Don’t let your guard down!”
It was perfect, thankfully. Although, it was getting a bit dull just
watching Lady Sapphee’s writhing body. Such a waste of an
opportunity to show off the talents of a Cottingley. No offense to
Lady Sapphee, but I had hoped for some sort of challenge that would
put our fairy powers to the test.
“Mmm. Gah. Mmm…”
The molting progressed to the next stage.
Lady Sapphee lifted her hips and planted her upper body against the
floor. Holding that position, she made a circle with the tail part of her
lower body, looping her tail through the center. She was, in a sense,
tying her lower body into a knot. You would have to possess the long
lower body of a lamia to tie yourself into a knot in the first place, but
Lady Sapphee took it a step further by moving the knot. She wiggled
her snake-like body, sliding the knot to the tip of her tail. In addition
to the friction with the floor and wall, she was also creating friction
with her lower body.
“Mmm… Argh… Mmm!”

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As the knot passed the peeling skin, the friction caused the skin to
peel away. It really was a wondrous molting trick.
A significant length of skin had already come off. Even so, there were
no pieces of skin scattered about. The old skin was intact, maintaining
the body’s shape. If such a massive exuvia was discovered on a
mountain somewhere, whoever found it would think a snake large
enough to eat a horse in one bite had shed its skin.
“Your Excellency!”
In the middle of thinking about all this, the adjutant suddenly called
me.
“What is it, Doyle?”
“There’s a problem! It’s… It’s hard to say.”
“Out with it!”
“Private Wright accidently added a chemical to the bucket of water
for controlling her body heat!”
“What?!”
How careless could they be? I would have to train them harder.
There were many chemicals in the clinic used for treatments. It went
without saying that those chemicals had to be handled with the utmost
caution. Carelessness on the part of my subordinates was ultimately
my responsibility. If it were a dangerous chemical, then Lady
Sapphee might not emerge unscathed.
“How did this happen?”
“Um… Well, it seems the chemical was Lady Sapphee’s personal
sample product, and there was no label! The private said he thought it
was just water,” the adjutant explained.
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“It was a love potion made from mandrake.”
“What did you say?!” I hadn’t realized I was yelling. It is a rare thing
for a fairy’s thoughts to match with their voice.
A love potion… What an absurd thing to sample! Love potions and
aphrodisiacs made from mandrake exerted stronger effects than any
other similar potions. Maybe she was planning to use it on Dr.
Glenn… No, don’t jump to conclusions.
Lady Sapphee was a doctor who conducted various types of research.
It’s possible that she was simply testing the effects of a love potion as
part of her research…but she should at least label her experiments!
“Mmm… Ah-ahhh!”
Before I could finish my thought, the lady let out a high-pitched
scream. Even I could discern what was happening—she was sexually
excited. A fair amount of water had already been applied to her body
to control her body temperature. It was only natural that the effects of
the mandrake love potion would begin manifesting.
“Doyle, hurry up and draw water from the well. Step up the body
temperature control!”
“Roger that!”
Doyle flew out the window, leading Unit 1. The well was just next to
the window. Using their fairy strength, they would be able to bring in
pure water right away.
Whether from the effects of the love potion or not, Lady Sapphee’s
cheeks were already flushed. “Mmm. Mph. Mmm… Ahh!”
I wondered what it felt like to shed your own skin. Even though it was
old skin, there had to be some stimulation when skin that, up until just
before, had been your own scales peeled off. The look on Lady
Sapphee’s face was one directly between pain and pleasure that
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According to Lady Sapphee, when the time for her to molt draws
close, her skin gets itchy, so I wondered if there were also some
pleasure from that itch sensation going away. Now the effects of the
love potion had been added to the mix. I could see her shoulders
trembling, possibly from the increased pleasure. Even so, she was still
moving her hips, desperately trying to complete her molting.
“Ahh. Hmm. Mmm!”
Before long, Lady Sapphee’s movements became steady and
rhythmic. She tied her lower body in a knot and moved the knot to the
tip of her tail over and over. She swayed her hips widely from side to
side to control her movements. Her breathing was becoming more and
more rapid.
“Hff! Ahh! Argh… Mmmwaa!”
Her euphoric voice could probably be heard from outside the room. I
wondered what might have happened if Dr. Glenn had been in the
clinic instead of out on house calls. He and Lady Sapphee lived under
the same roof; he would have at least noticed her voice.
Lamia, who can’t live without undergoing the biological phenomenon
of molting, are an inferior species compared to fairies, but I
understand their girlish desire to go through the process without being
seen by the man they love.
Most of all, helping to solve the complicated troubles of other races
shows our devotion to the Fairy Queen. We noble fairies are not a
species that is subordinate to other races. The aid we provide to them
is a favor and an act of goodwill. It is because of our superior
existence that we must care for the other races.
There is nothing easy about being a fairy.
“Mmmmmm! Mmm! Mmmmmm!”

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All at once, Lady Sapphee’s voice became louder. She put a hand
over her mouth, as if her own voice had surprised her. I’m sure the
lady never imagined that she was under the influence of a love potion.
The molting progressed with a slurping sound. The peeling of her skin
was not consistent, and, at times, larger parts than others would peel.
Her snake tail squirmed at the sensation of the molting, swinging
from side to side.
“Aah… Argh. Argh. Aah!”
Lady Sapphee steadied her breathing, taking a short break.
But then the molting resumed all at once. Only about a quarter of the
lower body remained. She was almost done.
“Your Excellency! Excellency!” A voice echoed in the back of my
brain.
This voice was unmistakably Sergeant Griffith, put in charge of
watching over the subordinates. The moment I realized this, I
suddenly became tense. The urgency in the voice told me that
whatever he was about to report wasn’t good.
“What is it now?”
“Dr. Glenn has returned!”
“He’s back earlier than planned. What’s going on?!”
“We don’t know! But it didn’t seem like he was in a hurry. It’s
possible he’s just stopping by in the middle of his rounds…”
“Damn.” I checked on Lady Sapphee’s status.
It looked as though the molting had taken a toll on her, and she was
still breathing hard. She had never gotten this excited while molting in
the past. The love potion must have had a tremendous impact. She
may not be able to move right away, and, even if she had, her clothes
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 “Hurry! Hurry!” (Translation: Thou art in danger! I request
thou act swiftly!)
“Hurry! You must!” (Translation: We will make an appropriate
judgment call to save thee from the looming danger!)
My subordinates gathered around Lady Sapphee, each speaking out to
her. Of course, I could understand what they were really saying, but
from Lady Sapphee’s perspective, we cute little fairies were just
making a fuss. At first, I thought we should discuss what measures to
take with Lady Sapphee, but I soon vetoed that idea. The way she was
staring off into space told me she was not able to make the necessary
decisions.
Part of the blame for creating this situation lay with us fairies.
Always choose the optimum solution when fulfilling your duties,
Cottingley!
“Listen up!”
Our innate fairy abilities were working at full capacity. I gave out
orders to all fairies under my command.
“I am officially initiating Phase C, due to emergency circumstances!
All units, take your positions!”
All my subordinates began moving as soon as I gave the orders.
The biggest inconvenience of this room was the lack of a lock on the
door. This breach in security was unacceptable for the quarters of a
grown woman. The only way to lock this room would be to bar the
door from the inside by wedging a piece of wood in the handle, which
we did. At the same time, we stacked more pieces of wood, adding
weight so the door wouldn’t break. This way, no one, short of a giant,
would be able to open the door easily.
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According to my observations, he was one of the dumber humans.
Certainly, he was skilled in treatment techniques for monsters, and
that was one of the reasons the people of this town loved him. But we
fairies, who exist in this world by the grace of the Fairy Queen, do not
age or change and are rarely injured. Even if we were to injure our
bodies, we can recover instantly—so long as we return to the Land of
Youth, where we come from, so the Fairy Queen may bestow her
power upon us. Without the need to benefit from medical care, we
can’t effectively evaluate someone just by knowing they are a doctor.
Dr. Glenn was absentminded, thick-skinned, and—I have to say it—
lacked much when it came to going about daily business smoothly.
That was the type of man he was.
“Sapphee, are you there?”
The moment she heard his voice, Lady Sapphee seemed to realize her
darling Dr. Glenn had returned home. Her shoulders trembled with
fear. He tried opening the door, but thanks to our preparations, there
was no way anyone could enter that room from outside.
“Umph. Hey, why is the door closed?”
“Not now!”
Ugh! Now more than ever, on behalf of the lady in distress, I needed
to somehow get Dr. Glenn to comprehend the extremely sensitive
state of this room! Why couldn’t I just say the words? Lady
Saphentite is currently in an indelicate state and cannot be seen.
Please return after several hours. I appreciate your gentlemanly
conduct.
“It’s impossible!”
The only thing that was impossible was my ability to form words.
With only simple words such as these, Dr. Glenn would certainly be
left with nothing but suspicion.
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 Huh?
However, Dr. Glenn did not pursue the issue further. Or perhaps it
was that he comprehended something about the situation. He did
linger a bit by the door, but he did not try to open it.
“Excellent. Dr. Glenn is not taking action! Francis, monitor him for
me in front of the door! If anything happens, report to me
immediately!”
“Roger that, Your Excellency!”
“Elsea, take Unit 2 and maintain surveillance over each post!”
“Yes, sir!”
“That’s ‘ma’am’ to you!”
I didn’t particularly mind being treated like a man, but that was taking
it too far!
After I gave my orders, I rushed back to Lady Sapphee’s side,
perfectly demonstrating the speed of my lightweight form. I saw the
deflection in her eyes. She hadn’t expected Dr. Glenn to come back at
this time. If he had somehow gotten into the room, he would have
seen her half-naked, immodest form. It would have been easier to just
tell him honestly that she was molting. But it was probably
embarrassing for lamia to have their molting and egg-laying cycles
known by others. It may be considered equivalent to a human
woman’s menstruation cycle being discovered. It was something a
fairy like me would never understand.
I hopped up onto Lady Sapphee’s shoulder and whispered in her ear.
“Hurry! Quickly!”
Why was it that my voice could be so relaxed without any sense of
urgency? It was vexing that this voice was coming from my own
mouth, but all I could do was believe that my thoughts were being
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“Mmm… I-I know.” Lady Sapphee wasn’t paying complete attention.
She began rubbing the end of her tail against the floor. However,
perhaps because of the stimulation of the molting up to that point, her
movements were awkward.
Hmm.
If it were possible, I would have peeled off the old skin for her, but if
hands as small as ours were to touch the skin, it would tear into tiny
pieces instead of the nice, clean single piece that was already coming
off. That would be pointless. The other goal with this molting was to
create a single, uncut exuvia.
“Mmm… Ahh… Argh… Ugh!”
“Don’t rush it!”
“I can’t help it!”
Normally, Lady Sapphee would have maintained a composed
expression, saying something like, “I would never mix business and
pleasure with Dr. Glenn,” but she was in a state of crisis. This was a
rare moment of desperation for her.
“Doyle!”
When I called his name, my prudent adjutant replied immediately.
“Yes, Your Excellency?”
“Prepare for Phase D!”
“Right! Change of clothes and all other preparations are already in
place!” Doyle replied.
“Good. Make sure everything is finished before Dr. Glenn comes in!”
“Roger! Everything will be completely cleaned up!”
I could always count on my adjutant, Doyle. He was my most trusted
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The fairies’ work would begin once the molting was complete, but
Lady Sapphee would have to make the final push before we could
move on to that step.
“Mmm… Hmph… Mmmmmm!”
Lady Sapphee was working hard to remove the last bit of skin,
rubbing her tail on the floor. But for some reason, that last push
wasn’t going well. If she could just peel off a little bit more, it would
all come off. Lady Sapphee was used to this, so why was she having
so much trouble this time?
Oh… Dr. Glenn.
The presence of the man she loved was making the normally
competent Lady Sapphee tremble.
“Sapphee?”
“Hmm?! Ha! Argh?!”
Ugh!
After we’d made it this far, Dr. Glenn was calling from the other side
of the door. Son of a… He couldn’t have had worse timing. Why can’t
you just shut up and wait?! To be called by the man she loved while
still under the influence of the love potion… Lady Sapphee looked
like she was in a state of panic.
“I can hear your voice… Are you all right?”
“F-fine… I’m fine!”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound fine…”
“I-I’m fine… Mmm… mmm. Uh, ah, just wait… Just wait for a few
minutes… Please!”
“But—”
“Sometimes women need time to get ready!”

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Once Sapphee said that, my subordinates jumped in.
“Yeah, yeah!”
“The manly thing to do is wait!”
“Where is your sensitivity?!”
Without waiting for my orders, my subordinates laid into Glenn. See
how much Lady Sapphee was loved and respected by them?
“I-I see.”
“That’s right! That’s right!”
Dr. Glenn grasped the unusual ambiance in the room and stopped
talking. Lady Sapphee seized her opportunity and went back to her
tail molting. She covered her mouth with both hands so she wouldn’t
cry out and moved the lower half of her body using only her waist,
desperately trying to shed her old skin.
“Mmmph! Mm! Mmm!”
I wondered what Dr. Glenn could be thinking. It was easy to tell she
was muffling her voice through the thin exam room door.
I wanted to explain to Lady Sapphee that molting was nothing to be
ashamed of, but, well…with my limited language abilities, I would
only be misunderstood. All I could do was pray that Dr. Glenn would
at least understand Lady Sapphee’s girlish feelings.
“Mmmmmm! Mmmph!”
Lady Sapphee was feeling both shame and passion. I’m sure she was
feeling a variety of other emotions as well, as she swayed with an
expression of desperation on her face. She couldn’t even take her time
to make sure the skin didn’t tear. She was just trying to finish the task
without raising her voice. It would be impossible for Dr. Glenn to
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type of people who could be together without any hitches in the
relationship. There was no helping it.
But I, Cottingley Bradford VI, would do everything in my power to
help.
“You can do it!” I whispered words of encouragement in Lady
Sapphee’s ear.
What a dumb thing to say. But I hoped those simple words would
convey to Lady Sapphee my high-minded thoughts and the prayers in
my heart. This was the only way a fairy, superior to other species,
could convey encouragement. This encouragement had nothing to do
with the Great Fairy Queen. It was coming from me, Cottingley.
The last of the skin slipped off.
“Umph. Finally!”
I saw Lady Sapphee smile joyfully. I immediately gave orders to my
subordinates.
“Excellent! Initiate Phase D! All units together now!”
With Adjutant Doyle at the forefront, my subordinates replied.
“Right!”
“Roger!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Some of them put the nurse uniform we had prepared onto Lady
Sapphee. Others fixed the furniture left in disarray from when the
lady was moving around the room. She had been writhing around so
much that it looked as if the room had been burglarized, but it only
took a moment for the space to return to its original, orderly state. The
exuvia was quickly put into a cloth bag that we had prepared and
hidden away in the closet. Normally it was also our job to dispose of
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wanted to save it. We didn’t know the reason, but we succeeded in
storing it without a scratch.
“Clothes are on!”
“The room is in order!”
“We also hid the exuvia. It won’t be found, Your Excellency!”
“Good! Now open the door! Once Dr. Glenn has entered the room, all
units out!”
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Everyone removed the wooden pieces holding the door shut and hid
them under the bed. Phase D was the final step of today’s duties as
well as an extremely important camouflage so Dr. Glenn would have
no idea what Lady Sapphee had been doing. Once we succeeded in
this, our task would be complete, and we would be free to return to
our normal duties.
“You can come in now, Doctor.”
I stowed away in the closet with the exuvia and monitored the room
through the crack in the door.
“Y-yes… Um, what happened?”
“It was nothing important.”
I thought Lady Sapphee was still breathing hard. But maybe I only
noticed because I had witnessed the entire molting ordeal. Without
that knowledge, perhaps it would only seem like she was rushing to
get herself ready.
“Let’s put that aside. Doctor, I thought you were going to be making
rounds today.”
“Yes, I have to go out again soon. I just thought I would have some
lunch. I bought some sandwiches at the stall on the main road. Would
you join me?!”
“Why, Doctor, aren’t you thoughtful!”
That was Dr. Glenn. He picked the worst times to be thoughtful. If he
would just show that much consideration normally, then I’m sure
Lady Sapphee wouldn’t be so anxious!
“Also…I heard a strange rumor, and I wanted to check on you.”
“Strange rumor?”
“Someone said they saw you on the street… They tried calling your
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“What?”
That was strange. Lady Sapphee rarely went out unless it was
absolutely necessary. Furthermore, she had stayed in her room to molt
today, so no one would have seen her outside.
“I didn’t think you would have gone out for any reason, but I came
back to check, just in case.”
“I’ve been in my room this whole time.”
“Well, I guess it must have been a doppelgänger…”
A doppelgänger. I had heard a similar rumor. Fairies love rumors.
Like, meeting yourself, or the phenomenon of encountering someone
in a place where they would never be. In other words, a rumor created
by your eyes playing tricks on you…or a hallucination. Some say
there are ghosts and spirits that create illusions, so it could have been
that. There was also a time when fairies deliberately confused humans
by using enchantments.
“That seems to be happening so much lately,” said Lady Sapphee. “I
mean, seeing someone in a place where they aren’t.”
“There’s a rumor of that going around Lindworm.”
“So…now someone has seen my doppelgänger?”
Dr. Glenn nodded. It must have worried him, causing him to rush
back. Actually, there was an even more sinister rumor having to do
with the doppelgängers. It’s said that if you saw your own
doppelgänger, you would die soon. The rumors had spread so quickly
because of that frightening addition to the story.
It was absurd.
Monsters like doppelgängers don’t exist. It is either a case of
mistaken identity, or a trick being played by someone. People don’t
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show you a vision then suck the living spirit out of you—but there are
no beings in Lindworm that would commit such violence. As a
doctor, Glenn had to know that there had never been a case of a
doppelgänger causing death. I couldn’t believe he would be misled by
such a ridiculous rumor. But I understood why he would be worried
for Lady Sapphee.
“Well, thank goodness it’s nothing. Let’s eat.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“I can wait if you want to clean up from your molting first, though.”
“Huh?!” Lady Sapphee opened her eyes wide, and her face turned
bright red.
He noticed?! There was no way. We fairies covered it up perfectly!
And even if he did somehow find out, why would he say it like that?!
The simpleton! But then, how would Dr. Glenn understand a lady’s
feelings? He was like an idiotic teenager, and his entire clinic would
fall apart if there were no fairies to run things.
“D-Doctor, you knew?! The whole time?”
“No, I had no idea until I came into the room. But I knew the moment
I saw you.”
“What?”
“Your scales are shiny. I know that’s what you look like when you’ve
just molted.”
At that, Lady Sapphee finally looked at the lower part of her body.
Her scales were white and shiny, slick like silk, and completely
unblemished. That was the beauty of lamia scales.
“Oh… Um, well…”
“They’re beautiful, your new scales.”
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“I’ll be waiting downstairs.”
Dr. Glenn! He just says whatever he wants then runs away?!
That’s how he acts after toying with a young woman?! I can’t just sit
around and watch this without saying anything!
That’s what I was thinking anyway, but, in the end, my complaints
went unheard by Dr. Glenn. My words would be wasted on a species
that could only communicate their feelings through the inconvenient
mode of language.
I just sat there, livid.
That’s when Lady Sapphee opened the closet door. Her face was still
red. Of course it was. Dr. Glenn hadn’t noticed our presence, but
Lady Sapphee had lost face by having her secret—which we had
worked so hard to keep—pointed out.
Hmm.
Those were my first thoughts, but when I looked closer, Lady
Sapphee’s face was relaxed. Perhaps it’s because the fairy species is
far superior to any other race, but humans and monsters say that our
expressions are difficult to read. For us, unless it’s a face we’re very
familiar with, the faces of non-fairy beings all look the same.
Even so, I understood her expression. Lady Sapphee was clearly,
desperately trying to smile.
“Dr. Glenn figured it out, even with all the help from the fairies…”
“Sapphee, are you happy?”
“Happy?! Don’t think for a second that I’m suddenly smitten just
because Dr. Glenn is paying attention to me! I may be slightly pleased
that he complimented my scales—but that’s all.”
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I take back what I said about Dr. Glenn being insensitive. He pays
closer attention to the bodies of monsters than you would expect.
Perhaps he was looking at her more with the mind of a physician, like
an occupational disorder, rather than as a woman. But that shouldn’t
have mattered to Lady Sapphee.
How pathetic! I’m not here to get carried away by the intimacies of
lovers.
“Sapphee—”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry.”
My subordinates and I all humbled ourselves. This was about the love
potion. However, Lady Sapphee tilted her head to the side, puzzled.
Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. I wanted to explain my subordinate’s
blunder and the effects of the love potion we had discovered in detail,
but I didn’t have the confidence to explain it in a way Lady Sapphee
would understand.
Lady Sapphee stroked my head with her index finger. It was
disrespectful, but she probably meant it to indicate acceptance of my
apology. I swallowed my pride and resigned myself to her fingertip.
“What about this?” I asked.
“Yes, that exuvia. There is a frame in the warehouse. Will you put it
inside and display it for me? The frame might be too small, but if it is,
you can cut the exuvia.”
An odd request. But there was no reason to refuse. My subordinates
and I got to moving again. First, we needed to carry the exuvia to the
warehouse. My subordinates picked up the cloth bag that held it. It
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“You really saved me today. I mean, you always save me, but today
especially. I wish I could increase your pay, but… Well, you wouldn’t
hear of it, would you?”
“No way!”
The remuneration for using fairies was one bowl of milk per person.
However, this was not a demand that fairies made because they loved
milk. It was because the Fairy Queen gloried in our labor—which
served both humans and monsters—for a flat fee. It would never do to
change our fee based on the work done.
“Well, the same amount of milk as always then. I will go downstairs
to have my lunch.”
“Good work! Have fun!”
Lady Sapphee smiled like a blooming flower and went downstairs.
I am Cottingley Bradford VI. Regardless of species, or whether I am
praised or disparaged, so long as I am paid, I will perform my job,
putting my personal feelings aside. Even if my feelings go unheard,
even if my thoughts are simplified into speech, I will not object. We
do not serve so that we may receive praise. We accomplish what we
must, regardless of whether we are admired. We are the mighty
fairies. Everything we do is for the Fairy Queen.
But, well… I can’t say that I disliked seeing Lady Sapphee’s smile of
relief and gratitude. I think the Fairy Queen would forgive me for
taking that as encouragement in my endeavors.
“What are your orders, Your Excellency?!” my courageous
subordinates spoke in unison. We were a veteran corps.
It wasn’t Dr. Glenn or Lady Sapphee preserving the peace and order
in this clinic. It was the highest order of fairies, led by me, Cottingley.
“Okay! Everyone! Our mission is almost complete! Don’t let your
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“Right!” they spoke in unison again.
“But I can’t overlook the issue of the love potion! Ten laps around the
room for everyone before we continue the mission!”
“What?!”
“No complaints! Everyone is responsible!”
At that, my subordinates began running.
The famous story of the elves and the shoemaker is not simply a tale.
We are just here trying to fulfill our duties. Not as figments of your
imagination, but as real, live fairies. Sooner or later, all other races
will bow to the fairies!
I can’t wait until that happens. Mwahahaha!
“Mwahahaha!”
Even with my meager language ability as a fairy, my loud laugh came
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 Case 02: The Centaur with a Bruise

Tisalia Scythia, the centaur princess, was an early riser.

She rose from her bed—a luxurious, canopied affair, large enough for
a centaur to lie down upon—at the break of dawn. Thanks to the
achievements of Scythia Transportation, Tisalia, heir to the company,
was able to live extravagantly.
“Ahhh…”
It was a sleepy morning. Tisalia stifled a yawn as she pulled herself
out of bed. Two attendants, Kay and Lorna, awaited her. It was their
job to wake up earlier than their employer. Tisalia’s morning ritual
included wiping her face with a cloth, fixing her hair, and changing
clothes. As the trueborn daughter of the house, Tisalia’s morning
preparations were all performed by her attendants. But she kept it
simple: Her hair was tied back, out of the way, and over her
undergarments, she wore a cotton sweatshirt. That was the extent of
it.
Once she was ready, she left the room with Kay and Lorna. The
hallway was wide enough for several centaurs to walk abreast. They
passed through the hall to the foyer and outside to the yard, where an
especially tall centaur waited for them.
He was just past fifty years old, his expression stern under his
mustache. He was bare-chested, muscular, and swinging a practice
sword. A pool of sweat had formed on the ground around him,
suggesting he had already been training for a significant amount of
time that morning. Here was a veteran warrior who looked like he
could take on a giant if the situation called for it. A closer look at his
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“Umph.” When the man saw Tisalia come out into the garden, he
stopped swinging the sword.
“Good morning, Father.”
“Yeah.” Tisalia’s father, Hephthal, head of Scythia Transportation,
gave a generous nod.
“I’m going to take my morning run.”
“Fine. Be careful.” Hephthal grinned.
If you only saw his smile, he may have seemed like a soft-spoken
gentleman having a conversation with his daughter. But Tisalia could
easily imagine him wearing the same smile while wielding a sword as
long as he was tall and attacking an enemy camp.
“Kay, Lorna, take care of my daughter.”
“Yes, master.”
“Leave everything to us.”
Her father worried too much… At least, that’s what Tisalia thought.
But she couldn’t say such a thing.
Tisalia felt pure joy whenever she trained with Kay and Lorna. For
that reason, she always gave her all with her attendants.
“Heh.” She smiled despite herself. Behind her father’s swinging
motions, the male employees were practicing under the instruction of
the chief steward.
A sharp sound came from yet another direction. Tisalia looked over to
see her mother cutting straw with a halberd. Her mother must have
been feeling good that day, since she had brought out a real weapon.
But Tisalia didn’t see the maids who were always by her mother’s
side. If they weren’t in the yard, then perhaps they were meditating in
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The sight of centaurs lined up in training had to be quite a spectacle if
you weren’t used to it. But such was the mansion where Tisalia
Scythia lived.
The Scythia clan ran a transportation company these days, but they
had originally been mercenaries. Only those employees who were
strong and whose skills were recognized by Hephthal—the head of
the family—were allowed to live in the mansion. Many had
participated in the war ten years prior, and they never missed a
morning training session.
Of course, Scythia Transportation’s business was expanding
significantly now. They had recently added other species, such as
harpies, for delivery of letters and small packages, and cyclops, who
dealt in automobile maintenance, to the payroll. So this group wasn’t
representative of the entire company.
“Kay, have you heard this joke?”
“Huh?”
“The other day, a burglar broke into the guardroom of a certain
mansion. He went on and on about how he had come to steal things
and screamed, ‘Arrest me!’ But he hadn’t stolen anything, not a single
jewel. Do you know why?”
“Umm…” Kay cocked her head to the side.
Lorna answered for her instead. “It was because he broke into this
mansion, right?”
“Yes. But once he broke in, even the maids and butlers looked tough!
The attendants serving as security were the powerful Scythia! There
were tons of expensive weapons and armor, not to mention the art and
decorations, but he didn’t even notice any of them! He freaked out all
on his own and ran away, then asked the guards to take him into
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She would be telling this story at parties for a while. It was even
funnier because it was true. On account of the owner transitioning
from the mercenary business to the transport business, the employees
were all skilled in martial arts. Well, that wasn’t quite true; it would
be an exaggeration to say that all the household effects were weapons.
Nevertheless, this was Tisalia’s home. It was the residence of a clan
so famous for their strength that even burglars ran away, barefoot.
Morning training was a daily task for Tisalia. Her training was
merciless—as one would expect of a warrior. And even though
Tisalia was known as the centaur princess, there wasn’t a trace of
princess-like elegance when she trained.
She started with an early morning run.
She ran through Lindworm’s main road. She galloped to the central
square and back without stopping—her normal route. In the early
morning, the roads were empty. Since she didn’t have to worry about
an accident, she could run at full speed.
During this particular morning run, Tisalia saw Illy flying in the air,
delivering newspapers. Illy served as a subcontractor from the harpy
village, but she had already grown used to her role in sky delivery.
After her run, Tisalia returned to the mansion yard and began her
weapons training with Kay and Lorna.
“Umph!”
“Atta!”
“Yaaah!”
Kay was acting as her opponent today. Lorna played the role of
referee. Tisalia and Kay bellowed battle cries and crossed their
practice swords. Even before the sweat from her morning run had
dried, Tisalia was sweating anew from the swordplay. Centaurs had
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large volume of sweat. This was exacerbated by their merciless
training.
After the first round of weapons training, Tisalia went to the
bathhouse. Her bath began with hot water running over her head.
Then it was time to cleanse her body. This was also the job of her two
attendants, as Tisalia just stood there. Cold drinking water was
available in the bathhouse, and she gulped it down. In the summer, the
water was prepared with lemon and salt. The attendants also drank
their fill.
Once all the sweat had been rinsed from her body, the attendants dried
her off, and she left the bathhouse.
Tisalia sat in front of the mirror in the dressing room. This was when
she would get ready for the day and make herself presentable to
others. Her hair was fixed nicely atop her head, and she wore just a
hint of makeup. While warriors had to fight, it was also a glorious
profession to the public eye. She couldn’t just go without prettying
herself up.
Tisalia rose so early every morning because of how much she had to
do—from training to making herself presentable. It takes time for a
princess to get ready.
With Kay and Lorna’s help, her morning tasks were complete.
Next, she moved to the dining hall.
When Tisalia entered the dining hall, her parents were already seated.
No matter how busy they were, the family of three always sat down
for breakfast together. That was Tisalia’s father’s policy.
“Sorry I’m late, Father, Mother.”
“Well then.” Tisalia’s father was the head of the company and the
glue that held the clan together. No matter how busy he was—all day,
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Her father was no longer bare-chested, as he had been during training.
He was now in a three-piece suit, the scars from his days as a
mercenary hidden beneath his formal attire. He would be managing
Lindworm’s transportation industry again today.
“Let’s eat then. We received a large delivery of tomatoes from
Aluloona today. They’re in season now and absolutely delicious.”
“Yes, they’re wonderfully juicy,” her mother joined in.
Tisalia picked up her silverware. She enjoyed these moments with her
family.
Centaurs were generally vegetarians. This morning’s meal included a
salad featuring the tomatoes from Aluloona, cornbread, and a soup
made from root vegetables. All meals eaten in the mansion were
prepared by their contracted chef, so Tisalia never worried about what
was in the food.
Biscuits served as garnish for the meal. However, these biscuits were
extremely high in salt content. Due to their excessive exercise,
centaurs needed that extra sodium. There was no salt to be harvested
in Lindworm, but they could get sea salt from the human realm or
rock salt from the monster realm, and they did.
“Lorna, today’s biscuits are delicious!” Tisalia praised Lorna, who
stood by her side, this time serving as a waiter.
Lorna had made the salt biscuits herself. She made them because they
were Tisalia’s favorite, but Tisalia’s parents were also reaching for
them. Lorna, who was quite good in the kitchen, let out a modest
giggle.
“It’s an honor, my lady.”
Once the main dish had been consumed, the family enjoyed cups of
herbal tea. During meals, family conversations were light and happy,
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“I almost forgot,” Hephthal suddenly perked up, remembering
something.
This is it… Tisalia braced herself.
The atmosphere at the table was suddenly tense. Tisalia’s father
constantly tested her on her capabilities as the heir.
“Today is your promotion examination, right?”
“Yes, Father,” Tisalia nodded. She had been expecting this
conversation.
“I hear you’ve already won three in a row. So, how about it? Kay,
Lorna, what do you think?”
“Yes, master. This morning, the lady defeated me with ease.”
“The lady is full of energy and in high spirits. I am sure she will be
promoted.”
Her father nodded, listening to Kay and Lorna. “If you win, then
you’ll have reached the second rank. Make sure you succeed.”
Tisalia nodded meekly. “I will make you proud, Father.”
When playing the role of daughter in this house, Tisalia wasn’t in a
commanding position. As a daughter, she was capable, obedient, and
a proud member of her department.
The promotion examination took place in the arena, where fighters
were separated into seven ranks based on their ability. To ensure an
interesting match, and to keep the fights from becoming one-sided,
fighters fought with others of the same rank. Rookies started at rank
seven, the lowest, and moved up based on their results. The strongest
fighters, who’d reached rank one, were the heroes of the arena. Those
strong enough to win consecutively at rank one were publicly
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from fighting, their name was carved into the arena monument,
preserving their honor for the ages.
Tisalia had her eye on the hall of fame.
Arena-ranking promotion was important. Selections were made based
on the promotion examinations that took place in spring and autumn.
Only fighters deemed likely to advance battled against each other.
Only those who won four times in a row could be promoted to the
next rank. Of course, sometimes, certain fighters who were clearly
stronger than others were promoted with special speed—such as
Kunai Zenow, who rose to rank one in less than six months.
“The lady has already won three matches,” said Kay.
“If she wins today, the news will spread all over Lindworm that she is
now a rank-two fighter,” Lorna added.
“And I will be a proud father. Tisalia, don’t let your guard down.”
Tisalia dropped her head. She never let her guard down. She had been
on fire for the past six months. She had won match after match and
earned her spot as a candidate to be promoted. She couldn’t let this
opportunity go to waste. She had to win.
She took a drink of her herbal tea to keep herself from getting worked
up. If she were to make rank two, she would suddenly reach a new
level of fame. People would bet on her matches, there would be a new
level of excitement, and there would be more spectators. Tickets
would be hard to come by. She would be the flower of the arena.
Even if she never made it to rank one, which was populated by only
heroes and monsters, rank two was still a considerable honor.
She would acquire an appropriate amount of fame as the daughter of
Scythia, and if—only if—she could win today, on the way home, she
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“Anyway.” This time, it was her mother who spoke. She narrowed her
eyes at Tisalia as she drank her herbal tea and ate her biscuits.
Meeting Tisalia’s father’s expectations wasn’t difficult. She had
always been a strong and skilled daughter, just as her father expected
of her. The problem was her mother. Her father was the type to attack
head-on. Her mother, on the other hand, planned schemes before
going in for the attack.
“How did your marriage interview go, Tisalia? With the gentleman I
arranged for you?”
“Madam…”
“Perhaps such a weak prospect is not appropriate for the lady.”
“Kay and Lorna, you will hold your tongues. This is an heir issue.
You’re out of line speaking on this matter.”
“Er—” Kay and Lorna became silent. They were powerless when
Tisalia’s mother took the offensive.
Her mother was about to turn forty, but she looked much younger.
Perhaps daily training preserved her youthful looks. She was also
active in the company’s business, assisting her husband and serving as
the fabric holding Scythia Transportation together. But that was
business…
For some reason, when she spoke to Tisalia, she became a mother
who could speak of nothing but marriage. Tisalia’s mother was the
only one who ever brought up the subject. She wanted to see her
daughter married. She wanted grandchildren as soon as possible.
“Mother, you don’t need to set up any more interviews. I already have
someone in mind.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then bring him here. I assume you mean Dr.
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If it were so easy, then Tisalia would have already brought him to the
mansion.
“Dr. Glenn… Well, he’s very busy.”
“Hmph. Falling in love with a weak human man. Are you sure you’re
in the right mind? You are the daughter of the house of Scythia. You
need a powerful suitor from your own species.”
“Er…” Tisalia felt her face getting hot.
If only her mother could catch a cold, just the once. Then she could
visit the clinic and see with her own eyes what a man the doctor was.
But her mother was someone who meditated in cold water in the
middle of winter. She never so much as sneezed. What could Tisalia
do? She could try to find a way to send her mother to the hospital
herself… At this point, it was possible she had trained enough to
defeat her mother with the spear.
Tisalia let her anger stew as she looked at her mother.
“Don’t look at me like that. If you have something to say, then say it.”
Tisalia saw the fighting spirit in her mother’s eyes. Her mother was
just as ready to fight as she was. In the end, they were a family of
warriors. The only way they knew how to settle things was with
weapons. Come to think of it, it had been quite a while since Tisalia
had faced her mother…
“Enough.” Her father interrupted the staring contest between mother
and daughter with a single word, just before the explosion. “We are
eating.”
“But, honey…”
“She can only take so much, Kimmeria. And any man who is going to
marry into this family should be stronger than our daughter. When
you were young, I seem to remember you were saying something
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“Er… H-honey! We certainly don’t need to talk about when I was
young… Not here!” Kimmeria’s face turned bright red, and she fell
silent.
Tisalia’s father had been heir to the Scythia military family, and her
mother was from another noble centaur family. Tisalia was eternally
interested in that love story. Meanwhile, Kay and Lorna were stifling
their laughter at the thought of Tisalia’s mother as a young and unruly
horse.
But when it came to martial arts, Glenn knew nothing. No one could
possibly mistake him for being stronger than Tisalia. If her father
knew that, then he’d probably be even more against the match than
her mother. Tisalia wasn’t sure how strong Glenn was mentally, but it
wasn’t as if her parents would understand such a thing anyway.
“Well then, Father, I should get going.”
“Oh, yes. Kimmeria and I have company business to tend to, so we
won’t be able to make it, but I’ll be waiting for good news. Give them
a fight worthy of our name!”
“Yes, Father.”
Tisalia got up quickly from the table. Kay and Lorna followed her.
It wasn’t a lie that it was time to head to the arena, but it was also true
that Tisalia wanted to get away from her mother’s marriage interview
attack as soon as possible. Hephthal may have been against this
particular suitor because he was weak, but even he was on the side of
speeding up Tisalia’s marriage talks.
“It’s just…” She didn’t need this right before such an important
match.
Tisalia couldn’t stop thinking about Glenn.

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It was a fierce battle.
She knew because the cheers didn’t cease even after the match was
over.
“Ahh… Ahh…”
Tisalia’s shoulders moved up and down as she breathed heavily. She
was hot and sweating inside her body armor. Her final opponent,
Marone Golghar—known as the Green Wind—was a mid-level
fighter whom Tisalia had battled many times. Marone had good
results, and thus had been selected for the promotion examination.
They both had three consecutive wins, so this would be their last
battle for the test.
Marone’s speed and accuracy had improved from what Tisalia
remembered. She smoothly dodged Tisalia’s charge and aimed for the
gap in her armor with the practice sword.
“Ugh…”
Her arm still hurt.
Marone was mixing in joint-lock techniques. Tisalia had been worried
when Marone got hold of her arm, but she had been able to pull away
with her natural physical strength and stab her with the spear the
moment Marone was off balance.
“My Lady! My Lady!”
“You’re winning! You’re doing it!”
Kay and Lorna’s voices were audible above the crowd. The two
normally graceful women were now grinning from ear to ear and
clapping their hands.
“My Lady!”
“Princess!”
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Others from Scythia Transportation were also yelling “Princess!
Princess!” almost too loudly. Illy was bouncing up and down and
looked as if she would fly away. She had stopped by in the middle of
her shift just to have a quick look.
Tisalia had…won? It hadn’t quite set in yet.
Marone, who had fallen, was being carried off by the arena staff. She
was one of the tough lizardfolk, so she probably hadn’t been hurt
badly, but Tisalia was still a bit worried.
“Ahh… Oof…”
Tisalia couldn’t lift the arm that held her spear. Instead, she lifted her
right arm high in a sign of victory to the spectators. That’s when it
happened.
“Amazing! It was just amazing!”
She heard a cool voice that sounded like a bell. But for some reason,
that single, nonchalant comment silenced the entire booming arena.
“It could have gone either way. It was fierce. You should be proud, it
was a great fight.”
A shadow fell across Tisalia.
It was Skadi Dragenfelt.
She must have flown down to the arena floor from the highest terrace
seat. The promotion battles were important matches, so members of
the Lindworm City Council often attended, but Tisalia never would
have thought the head of the council would attend in person. Skadi
was recovering from a major surgery that had had Lindworm up in
arms and had just resumed her governmental duties. She had already
removed her veil, and her cherubic face was visible.
“Th-thank you very much…”
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“Wh-what?”
Skadi’s bodyguard was yelling something from the terrace. It was too
far to hear, but Tisalia could read her lips: Run away, now!
“Tisalia, how about a match?”
“W-with me?”
“It would certainly be exciting.”
For the first time ever, Skadi removed her robe in public, showing
that she had completely recovered from her illness. She tossed the
robe away, revealing the perfectly-fitted inner garments she was
wearing. They were probably made of special fabrics from Loose Silk
Sewing. They ensured easy movement without her wings and scales
getting in the way. She had probably selected these clothes
intentionally to make a scene.
“I’m often misunderstood. The truth is that I hate war, but I’m not
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There was an uproar in the crowd. Why wouldn’t there be? Such a
battle wouldn’t be a sanctioned event, but it was a rare opportunity to
see a dragon fight. And this was Skadi Dragenfelt. Years ago, she’d
participated in an exhibition match with the fighters on a whim, but,
to make a long story short, she was so far out of their league that all
the challengers were beaten out of their senses. Thereafter, Skadi was
banned from all fights, including exhibition matches, setting the
precedent that someone could be banned without ever even becoming
a fighter. The dragoness was legendary at the arena, so much so that
she had been given the moniker “Draconess.”
There was no question that Tisalia would never be able to take her on.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” Skadi cocked her head to the side
as if to ask, “Why the hesitation?” But, of course, when your
opponent was a dragon, even if they were to pull their punches…the
fight could be deadly.
“Er.” Tisalia glanced over at the official guest seating. Kay held up
her arms in the shape of an X, and Lorna’s eyes were cast down as
she shook her head vigorously. They were telling her that she needn’t
take on this fight. Once the referee signaled that the match was over,
that was it. Permission had not been granted for Skadi’s fight, so no
matter how much the Draconess might complain, the fight was over.
But…
The crowd is in an uproar…
The cheers weren’t stopping.
After the titillating promotion match between Tisalia and Marone, in
which Tisalia had been victorious, the strongest dragon in Lindworm
had intruded, challenging the winner. This was the ultimate drama. It
was only natural that the crowd would grow excited at such a surprise.
I am a warrior… Putting on a good fight and showing off my
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The hand that held her spear was shaking.
Tisalia was covered in wounds. Her right arm was hurt, and she was
breathing hard. All she wanted to do was go home and get in the bath
with an ice-cold fruit drink. But…
“How can I refuse? I accept your challenge. Let’s go, Draconess!”
Tisalia fixed her grip on the spear with her shaking hand and charged.
Her opponent may have been a dragon, but she looked like nothing
more than a child. She had just recovered from an illness; Tisalia
could find an advantage somewhere.
“Typical.” Skadi grinned.
“Ha!” Tisalia kicked the ground of the arena and broke into a gallop.
She still had a grip on her spear. She closed the distance between her
and the dragon in an instant and prepared to deal a charging blow.
“Too slow.”
Skadi easily grabbed the tip of the spear with what felt like enough
strength to crush it. Where did she hide all that power in such a tiny
body?
“Did you think you could win just by surprising me?”
“No?” Tisalia smiled just a little. She let go of the spear.
“Eh?” Skadi was caught off guard and lost her balance.
“That was poor form! I’m sorry!” With her body free after letting go
of the spear, Tisalia lifted her forelegs high into the air. She adjusted
slightly and took aim…
Then she brought her hooves down Skadi while she was vulnerable,
using her entire bodyweight.
“Oof!”
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This move was called the hoof drop. Tisalia figured it was the only
way she could possibly cause any damage to an opponent as fierce as
Skadi. The move was prohibited in normal matches. Depending on
where you hit, it had the potential to crush internal organs or shatter
bones. If someone were to kill their opponent, their reputation as a
fighter would come into question. But Tisalia was sure that Skadi
would be able to take a hoof drop without dying.
“You’re…good.”
That’s when Tisalia realized that she had been too optimistic. Skadi
dodged Tisalia’s hoof drop with extraordinary reflexes. Tisalia, spear-
less, fell to the ground. It seemed like the situation had been reversed.
But Tisalia still had a trick up her sleeve.
Now!
There’d been resistance when she touched Skadi’s shoulder. She
hadn’t been able to crush Skadi with her hooves, but she must have
caused some damage. She picked up her spear and chased after Skadi.
“That’s it, Centaur Princess. I’m just getting started…” Skadi opened
her palm to grab the spear again. “I said I’d go easy on you.”
Moments later, Tisalia’s world flipped upside down.

***

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“You had already been promoted!”
“How many times are you going to say it? Sometimes a woman has to
stand up for herself!”
“My Lady, that’s every time with you.”
“You need to learn when to withdraw from a fight.”
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In the end, Tisalia had succumbed to Skadi’s counterattack.
She hurt all over. She had already been battered from her fight with
Marone, and on top of that were the new injuries from her encounter
with Skadi. Her entire body was bruised and aching.
Skadi’s tactics were mainly composed of throwing moves. She’d
eluded Tisalia’s charge, grabbed the spear, and thrown her.
“I thought she said she’d go easy on me…”
Tisalia saw through Skadi. Tisalia’s opening attack—the hoof drop—
had caught Skadi completely off guard. Whether it was because she
had just recovered from her illness, or because it had been too long
since she last fought, it didn’t matter. She had let her guard down.
If Tisalia had only nailed the hoof drop, she probably would have
won. Of course, she hadn’t nailed it because of the difference in their
speed.
After that, Skadi threw Tisalia over and over, almost as if in revenge.
Once she was in her groove, there was no stopping her. Was it an Aiki
move? Whatever it was, Tisalia didn’t have the means to respond to
it.
Using Kay and Lorna’s shoulders to prop herself up, Tisalia headed
toward the arena medical office. She was just able to walk, so she
didn’t need a stretcher—but, in any case, she had to get checked out.
The arena doctor only specialized in humans. He did examine
monsters in emergency cases, but patients with severe injuries were
transported to the Central Hospital. The doctor was also passionate
about examining human fighters, but was careless when it came to
monsters, perhaps because it wasn’t his specialty.
It would be so much better if the doctor knew about monsters… Like
Glenn.
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Tisalia’s eyes opened wide at the sound of that voice. “Wha… D-
Doctor?!”
“Yes, please have a seat. It seems you’ve suffered a full-body
contusion. Let me make sure you don’t have any broken bones.”
“Er… Um…”
How? Why? She was trembling too much to articulate her question.
She didn’t know why Glenn Litbeit was in the arena medical office.
Of course, she had no qualms about being examined by Glenn.
“You know, I was trying to imagine what it could be when the arena
staff burst into my clinic. I had heard there someone was fighting with
Skadi, so I knew there would be injuries. I hurried over as fast as I
could.”
“Oh… I see.”
“It seems Dr. Cthulhy was here too, so I didn’t really need to come,
but…” Dr. Cthulhy was sometimes asked to be present for important
matches, just in case an accident happened. But this time, she was
probably just a spectator. Or maybe she was there to keep an eye on
Skadi, as her primary physician. There was no other explanation for
why the arena staff would be unaware of Cthulhy’s presence and call
Glenn instead.
Just then, as if to substantiate Tisalia’s conjecture, the sounds of an
argument emerged from the neighboring room.
“Skadi, you get zero points. Who gave you permission to fight?”
“But it just had been so long …”
“So what? Forget the fact that you’re banned from fighting. I gave
strict orders to the arena considering the state of your heart. Who
lifted that ban?”
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“You thought it would be fine?! Ha! What do you think the phrase
‘doctor’s orders’ even means?! You were recovering well, but now,
who knows? There is no way you’re ready for such an intense fight!
You just do whatever you want and never listen to anyone… I know
you’ve been sneaking snacks, too!”
“Wh-who told you that? No one knows about my midnight snacks…
Have you been paying off Kunai, Cthulhy?”
“Shut up! You need to wake up and recognize that you’re still
recovering!”
“Stop it. I don’t need a doctor who just nags me all the time. I’m
going back to watch the rest of the fights.”
“Idiot! You need to be examined to make sure all that moving around
hasn’t affected your recovery. We’re going home now!”
“Nooo…”
“As your primary physician, from now on, I’m going to watch your
every move. You’d better know that Kunai is on my side! We’re
going home now!”
“But I don’t want to-o-o.” Skadi dragged out every syllable.
The City Council representative was stamping her feet and having a
tantrum. It was as if she had left her dignity somewhere and lost track
of it. Tisalia had heard that Skadi worked harder than ever at her
governmental duties after her surgery, and had, in turn, become more
impulsive in her private life.
Tisalia had never dreamed she would be pulled into that
impulsiveness, though.
Skadi’s screams grew quieter and quieter. Cthulhy must have been
dragging her away.
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“Well…I think I’ve gotten a glimpse into the daily struggles of a
doctor.”
“I’m sorry you had to hear that… Let’s start the exam.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Kay and Lorna hurried to remove Tisalia’s armor.
In normal matches, the fighters used weapons, so Tisalia wore armor
to protect herself from unnecessary scratches. Centaurs were so
powerful that heavy iron armor didn’t hinder their movements at all.
Of course, this only applied to normal matches. Skadi probably chose
throwing moves as a way of going easy on Tisalia, but they had the
opposite effect. Each time Tisalia hit the ground or a wall, the force of
her own bodyweight and the weight of her armor worked against her.
Even though she was wearing pads between the armor and her bare
skin, pain was pain. Today, she’d gotten a taste of that in a very literal
sense.
“Hmm…”
To be stared at in such a way—even by the man she loved—made
Tisalia uncomfortable. Her bruising was centered on her torso, and
most of her armor was on the top part of her body, from the waist up,
where she resembled a human. Glenn examined Tisalia’s body as if
he were intent on licking it clean. No, that’s a poor way to put it—
there was nothing strange or sexual about the way this doctor
examined his patient.
“There is no internal bleeding… I see. That’s amazing, Tisalia. You
are good at taking blows!”
“Of… Of course.”
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Glenn picked up Tisalia’s right arm. She couldn’t help but feel some
excitement. Her elbow fell just below Glenn’s line of vision. He took
her hand and started rubbing her arm gently.
“Ouch!”
“Ahh, that’s what I was afraid of. Your joint has locked. Probably
from one of Marone’s moves. I just saw her.”
“Y-you examined Marone?”
“Yes, of course. I had some extra time.”
What a workaholic.
No offense to Marone, but, for some reason, Tisalia was disappointed
that she wasn’t his first examination.
“Let’s put a compress on it. I don’t think it’s serious, but it may start
to hurt more later.”
He stuck the compress on and patted the wrapping with his hand. He
executed this treatment without hesitation.
“It looks like…everything else is fine. Do you feel pain anywhere
else?”
“N-no. Not anywhere specific.”
That was a lie. In truth, it wasn’t just her right arm; her entire body
was in pain. But this degree of soreness was a daily occurrence at the
arena. It was nothing she considered severe enough to report to a
doctor.
Glenn looked Tisalia closely in the eye. “Your neck?”
“Wh-what?”
“In the fight. There was just one blow that you didn’t take well.
Luckily, you weren’t thrown directly on your head, but… Tisalia,
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“You noticed that?!” If he had been watching the fight, then maybe
she should have tried harder… But that wasn’t the point.
Glenn didn’t know anything about martial arts, but he could tell that
she failed to take a blow? Right in the middle of a violent offensive
and defensive battle between dragon and centaur? Still, even if he
didn’t know anything about fighting, when it came to monsters, he
never missed injuries or illnesses. Glenn had opened his clinic while
he was still young, and with his observant eye, he probably had the
skills of a veteran fighter.
“Let me take a look… Ah, but I’m not tall enough.”
Glenn only stood as tall as Tisalia’s chest. It would be hard for him to
examine her neck, even if he were to stand on his toes. Tisalia had no
choice but to bend her legs and crouch down, but then…
“Here, Doctor.”
“How is this?”
“Hey! Whoa!” Glenn was lifted into the air.
Kay and Lorna each took a side and lifted him in their arms. Lifting a
single human man was an easy feat for a centaur. They watched to see
what he would do.
“Hey, you guys!”
“You can see her neck much better from here.”
“Th-that’s not what I meant…” Glenn stammered.
“My Lady, don’t move.”
With that, Glenn was suddenly riding on Tisalia’s back, placed there
by Kay and Lorna. More accurately, he was sitting astride on the
trunk of her body—the space between her front and back legs, which
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“He doesn’t need to be on my back…”
“Oh, but I can certainly examine you easily from here. I’m sorry,
Tisalia.”
“Mmm?! Doctor, that’s too…”
This wasn’t good. Ethically…this was a problem.
“Ah, mmm!”
“I’m sorry, let me just take a look at your neck.”
Tisalia whinnied. She shuddered as Glenn stroked the back of her
neck.
Kay and Lorna, like Tisalia, wore protective equipment that
resembled a horse’s saddle. It was a traditional protective piece that
could transform into a shield in a pinch.
However, the saddle shape was only decorative, and it wasn’t actually
designed for anyone to ride on. Furthermore, centaurs had high backs,
so it wasn’t easy for humans to sit astride. Unless, of course, they had
the help of other centaurs.
“Mmm. Ah!”
“Tisalia, I’m sorry, please hold still,” said Glenn.
“I-I’m trying… But you’re on my back…” She was uncomfortable.
Tisalia never had anyone ride on her back before.
“Oh, am I too heavy?”
“You’re not heavy! You’re not heavy at all!”
With their nearly upright torsos and long lower bodies, centaurs
looked perfect for riding to humans, just like horses. But they resented
being treated like horses. They were a proud species. It was said that
in ancient times they had been ridden as slaves but used their
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However, centaurs had one weakness.
“Mm. Ahh!”
Glenn’s face was close. Tisalia could feel his breath and his fingers on
her neck. She folded her arms across her chest to stay still as she
endured his touch. The way centaurs were built, their hands couldn’t
reach their own back. She would never let someone else ride her, but
this wasn’t just anyone. This was the man she loved. She could easily
cause a big fuss and shake him off her back—but she couldn’t let
Glenn get hurt. Her only choice was to let him conduct the exam from
where he was perched.
“Ooooh!”
Glenn continued with the examination. He was thorough. Damage to
cervical vertebra could be a matter of life and death. Tisalia endured
her embarrassment and stayed still, counting the seconds until the
ordeal was over.
Kay and Lorna were smiling—no, they were smirking as they
watched their employer.
“Mmm… Oh, ooh.”
Centaurs’ backs were their weak points. They couldn’t counterattack
from there. Once someone got on them, they were stuck. For example,
if Glenn had been an enemy in battle, he could have easily stabbed
her in her unprotected back once he was riding her. To put it another
way, centaurs only let those they trusted most onto their backs.
“Hmm. Tisalia, can you turn your head this way?”
“H-huh?”
She looked behind her, turning only her neck. Glenn’s face was right
next to hers. Even the battle-hardened Tisalia was powerless when it
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“It doesn’t look like you’re in pain. I don’t think we need to worry
about whiplash.” Glenn wore the same professional expression as
always. It was likely he hadn’t even noticed. For a centaur to let a
man around the same age as her sit on her back was like confessing
that she loved and respected him more than anyone else in the world.
“Mmm!” Tisalia went weak in the knees at the thought and fought the
feeling off with all her might.
Glenn continued to palpate her around the neck and shoulders until he
had finished the exam, seemingly satisfied. Tisalia’s sense of shame
from the fact that she was being ridden was more intense than the
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Her only choice now would be to marry him.
Perhaps it was finally time to start thinking seriously about
introducing him to her parents.
“Um, Tisalia…”
“Y-yes?”
“The exam is finished. It looks like your neck will be fine. Also… It’s
a bit too high for me to jump. Can you let me down?”
The saddle-shaped protective piece on her back didn’t have stirrups.
Of course he couldn’t get down on his own.
“Y-yes. Just a moment…”
She bent her four legs to a more appropriate height for Glenn to
dismount from. Even though she had been embarrassed, Tisalia felt
somewhat sad as Glenn moved away from her.
Although she had bumps and bruises all over her body, she didn’t
have any broken bones or sprains. Tisalia breathed a sigh of relief at
Glenn’s final diagnosis. The fact that she’d gotten away with only a
few bruises was proof that she had excellent defensive techniques.
Considering she’d battled a dragon, she had essentially gotten away
scot-free. So long as she applied compresses and soaked in the bath as
necessary, she would recover quickly. At the Scythia mansion, they
had medicinal bath herbs that worked well on bruises.
“That’s all then. Take care of yourself.”
“U-umm, Doctor?” Tisalia called after Glenn as he was about to
leave. “Well, I… Actually, today was my promotion battle.”
“Promotion battle? Oh, is that right? No wonder Skadi was there to
watch.”
Glenn had supposedly been watching as well, but he hadn’t realized
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their own business, and it didn’t really have anything to do with the
spectators, so that made sense.
“And… Well, I moved up to rank two today.”
“Really! Rank two? That’s amazing! I heard promotion battles were
tough, but… To reach rank two, you really must be a top-notch
fighter. Congratulations, Tisalia!” Glenn said this with a genuine
smile on his face.
He may be delicate, but Glenn was still a man. He didn’t have
strength or a ranking, but he could admire these qualities in others.
And so…
“Yes, that’s right! I worked so hard! I think a reward may be in
order?”
“Absolutely! Let’s celebrate! Where would be a good place to go…”
He took the words right out of her mouth, perplexing Tisalia. She
knew he was incredibly busy, but to think that he would still make
time for her… Her heart leaped with delight. Before she could ask if
he was sure, Kay and Lorna spoke up.
“Perfect! We will arrange a celebration.”
“We will set it up at a time that’s convenient for you, Doctor.”
“Oh, really? That would be great.”
“I think the Giant Squid’s Inn will be fine…”
“It will be a wonderful celebration.”
The plans were already being made. Tisalia relaxed. Glenn had turned
her down for marriage interviews many times. She suspected that he
disliked her for some reason. But he certainly wasn’t acting like he
disliked her right now. She should change her approach.
Tisalia was used to attacking head-on, but that strategy didn’t work on
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would have to switch to an attack with feints and smokescreens
woven in.
Love was the same.
“Oh, about the celebration.”
“Yes?”
“Um… Well, if possible, I’d like it to be just the two—”
Just the two of us.
She wanted to celebrate alone with Glenn. Perhaps it was a selfish
thing to say. If she finished her sentence, would he think her self-
centered? Even though she was ruthless in the arena, when it came to
love, she could never make headway. Tisalia couldn’t even say the
words, “Just the two of us.”
Just when she was trying to muster up the courage—
“Intruder!” Lorna suddenly cried out. She was facing the door to the
medical office and waving her arms frantically.
The walls of the arena were made of stone. A dagger was currently
protruding from it. Since even a direct hit with such a dagger
wouldn’t be life-threatening, it had to be just a diversion.
“L-Lorna! What has gotten into you?!”
“I’m sorry, My Lady. It looks like they ran away.”
While Lorna was apologizing, Kay flew out of the room to chase after
the intruder. There weren’t many beings that could outrun a healthy
centaur.
But Tisalia was confused. An intruder in the arena? Only authorized
personnel were allowed in this area, and the security was tight. This
was where the arena operations took place. How could an intruder get
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“How could anyone possibly get past security?”
“I don’t know. But when I saw them, I got sort of a bad feeling. Just
slightly.”
Tisalia felt a wave of admiration. Lorna’s direct fighting ability was
inferior to her partner Kay’s. In this bout of promotions, Kay had
moved up to rank three, while Lorna remained at rank four. Even
though they were twins, they didn’t have the same exact fighting
capabilities. But, almost as compensation for that weakness, Lorna
had sharpened what could only be called a sixth sense. She was
especially sensitive to bloodlust and the presence of other people.
Maybe one of Dr. Glenn’s procedures—a treatment that included a
blindfold and restraints—had had an effect on her. Perhaps she would
mature as a warrior someday soon.
“Did you see what they looked like? Did you see their face?”
“It was only a moment, and it was through the door since they were
just peeking in, so I couldn’t get a clear look. But…”
“But what?”
Lorna cut herself off. She was hesitant, as if she shouldn’t say what
she was thinking.
“It’s fine. Keep going.”
“Y-yes. Well, um…” Her trustworthy attendant looked extremely
apologetic. “The presence of the intruder seemed… Well, it seemed
very similar to your presence.”
A chill seemed to fill the air.
It went without saying that even if there had been an intruder, there
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In the back of Tisalia’s mind—actually, in the back of everyone’s
minds—a disturbing thought remained. They were all thinking the
same thing, but no one dared say it.
Doppelgänger. Something that took on the form of others.
“Er.”
Just when Tisalia should have been basking in her victory and
promotion, things became creepy.
Kay came back and said she was unable to find a trace of the intruder.
Everyone had grown quiet at the creepy thought of something
unidentifiable.
“It’s fine,” Tisalia said to Glenn, who was looking queasy. “Even if it
were a doppelgänger, if it shows up wanting trouble, I’ll introduce her
to my spear! Hohoho!”
Half of what she said was just tough talk, to make herself feel better.
A doppelgänger was supposed to be some type of spirit, right? Would
a spear even do anything to them? But Glenn looked relieved to hear
Tisalia’s loud laughter. She felt so happy to put someone else’s mind
at ease.
Especially a man she was in love with.

***

“To think someone is impersonating me on such a glorious day! I

didn’t even get the chance to ask Glenn if we could celebrate alone,
just the two of us!”
They were on their way home from the arena. Tisalia clip-clopped
down the main road. She was listing her complaints on the road to the
mansion. Kay and Lorna giggled as they listened to Tisalia. They
weren’t making fun of her, of course. She had been distracted by the
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She wanted to celebrate over a meal alone, with Glenn.
“No… Not really. That’s just an excuse,” Tisalia said self-
deprecatingly.
She knew the doppelgänger wasn’t the issue. Even after the fuss, there
had been ample opportunity to talk to Glenn, if she’d really wanted to.
She just couldn’t bring herself to say it because she lacked the
courage. She was afraid that if she were to invite him to spend time
with her alone, he would decline. She never lost her nerve in the
arena, even against the Draconess. But with Glenn, she couldn’t
muster up enough courage. Why was it that she could never overcome
her cowardice when it came to love, no matter how much she trained?
“Don’t give up quite yet, My Lady.” Lorna was giggling.
Peculiar…
Tisalia knew that, of all her attendants, Lorna was the one who was
the fullest of mischief. She only pretended to be a proper lady. When
she had that look on her face, Lorna was dangerous in more ways than
one.
“B-but, now the celebration is going to be a big party at the inn, isn’t
it? There will be no chance for me to be alone with the doctor!”
“Don’t think about it like that.”
“This is your chance to cross that line in an open setting. You’ll be the
guest of honor!”
“Cross the line?! Just what do you have in mind, Lorna, Kay?”
“It doesn’t matter who else is there.”
“Don’t worry, My Lady, you won’t need to lift a finger.”
“Y-you expect me to be that bold?”
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Tisalia’s attendants were more enthusiastic about her interests than
Tisalia was herself. At this rate, she’d be getting into something
completely different than what she had hoped for. For example, they
would order something from Loose Silk Sewing that barely covered
her, then make her stand in front of Glenn while wearing it.
“Hey, wait up, you guys!”
Kay and Lorna were cantering at a fair speed down the main road.
Perhaps they were only teasing, but Tisalia was beside herself. When
those two said they would do something, they did it. Then again,
Tisalia would do anything if it would bring her and Glenn together.
She was still too shy to expose her body to him. Actually, the way
he’d sat on her back today was even more embarrassing, but that was
different.
As she chased after Kay and Lorna, Tisalia felt a strong sense of
impending crisis. She, who had achieved the amazing feat of being
promoted to rank two, who was the heir of Scythia, who had brought
honor to her name… She wasn’t worried about the expectations her
parents had for her, her future opponents, who would be even
stronger, or even the doppelgängers that had the entire city talking.
She was worrying over Glenn and her runaway attendants.

***

Several days had passed since the Draconess intruded and created
such a dramatic scene.
“What did the doctor say?”
“He said he’s free on the Day of the Golden Urn at the end of the
month. What about the orchestra?”
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“Good. Now that the date of the celebration is decided, we just need
to send out invitations…”
“Wait… On the Day of the Golden Urn, won’t the master and
mistress be accompanying a caravan transport?”
“Hmm. Is that right? Well, perhaps Lady Tisalia will be more at ease
if they don’t attend anyway.”
“You’re terrible.”
The couple—no, the girls—laughed out loud. They were the centaur
ladies, Kay and Lorna.
For some reason, when they were alone, they assumed a strange
dialogue. Normally, they looked exactly alike, but when their
employer wasn’t present, the graceful Lorna softened the
commanding Kay, and they looked more like lovers, so to speak.
“Well, the lady will be satisfied so long as the doctor is there.”
“That’s true. Let’s make sure he comes, even if that means tying him
up,” Kay said, without hesitation.
It wasn’t a joke. She was dead serious.
In the central plaza, the two of them planned the celebration as they
listened to Lulala sing. In their hands was a sheepskin they used
instead of a notepad. There were many people who had to be invited.
One woman in particular was an important guest.

***

“No problem!”
Lulala Heine was answering two questions that Kay and Lorna had
asked her. She just happened to be on a break. She was a bit out of
breath, but Lulala was as cheerful as always.
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“Yes, the madam already gave us her permission.”
“We would love to have you sing.”
“Heh… You’re making me blush!”
Even to Kay, Lulala looked like a cute little girl.
The audience gathered around the fountain was made up of both men
and women. Her smile was so enchanting that it appealed to everyone,
regardless of gender. Apparently, the Draconess had discovered the
girl’s talent herself, but Kay found it more surprising that the girl,
with her beautiful voice, had never left the canals until then.
“Okay, I’ll see you at the Inn at the end of the month.”
“Thank you. We’ll make sure there’s a little something extra with
your fee.”
“Yay!”
Lulala splashed the water with her tail as the fountain rained down
upon her. She looked like an innocent child. She was younger than
Kay and Lorna, but she was also a friend of their employer, and
needed to be treated with respect.
“Oh, and who will be attending?”
Kay and Lorna involuntarily looked at each other. They couldn’t help
but smile.
“Hey! Don’t laugh at me!”
“W-we’re sorry. Hehe.”
“We have invited Dr. Glenn.”
“What?! Oh, I mean, I don’t care about Dr. Glenn, but…” Lulala
looked all around, worried. She was easy to read.
As attendants, it wasn’t their place to say it, but if Lulala’s desires
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Tisalia’s happiness was everything to Kay and Lorna. Wasn’t it also
their job to urge their employer to make sure that Lulala didn’t beat
her to the punch?
“That’s all for now.”
“We’ll let you know when the rehearsal date is set.”
There were other preparations to be made. They needed to prepare
Tisalia’s dress and accessories and decide the menu to be served at
the inn. It would be rude to ask Lulala to just get up and sing on the
day of the event, so they needed to arrange a rehearsal with the
musicians. While they were contemplating what arrangements to
move on to next, Lulala called out and stopped them.
“Oh, wait…umm, Lorna?”
“Yes?”
“You’re good at baking, right?”
“Well, yes, I do what I can.”
Kay figured that the girl just wanted Lorna to teach her how to bake.
It was true that Lorna’s baked goods were superb. Unlike Kay, who
was only skilled with a sword, Lorna was also good at housekeeping
tasks.
“I’m feeling a bit hungry… Do you happen to have anything to eat?”
“Something to eat? This is all I have with me right now…” Lorna
took a biscuit out of her satchel. It was probably leftover from the
ones she made for Tisalia.
“Can I have it?”
“Of course. Help yourself.”
Lulala thanked Lorna and put the biscuit in her waterproof satchel.
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bit worried about the biscuit in the water, even if the satchel was
waterproof.
“What’s wrong, Kay?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Liar. Something is wrong.”
Lorna leaned in closer to Kay’s face. In times like these, the ever-
sensitive Lorna was keen to know Kay’s feelings. Kay and Lorna
weren’t actually related by blood, but there were moments when they
knew each other even better than real twins. They had a connection
deeper than siblings, deeper than lovers.
For example, right now.
“I was just thinking that Lulala didn’t eat the biscuit. It seems a bit
strange.”
“Maybe she’ll take it home to eat it.”
“But she said she was hungry. Why would she wait and take it home?
She could have eaten it here.”
“So, maybe she was going to share with her siblings? She has a ton of
little brothers and sisters.”
“Wouldn’t she say so if she was going to give it to her siblings? Plus,
it was only one biscuit. Would she be able to split that up between all
of them?”
“Then what?” Lorna stared into Kay’s face.
“I don’t know.”
“That’s it?”
“I’m not very smart. I just thought that Lulala wasn’t going to eat that
biscuit. That’s all I know.” Kay spread out her hands and threw them
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She tried not to think about things she couldn’t know the answer to. It
was as plain as that. For better or worse, it was Kay’s policy not to
dwell on things.
“Let’s go, Lorna. We still have much to do.”
“I know… Ugh.”
Kay and Lorna continued to the plaza. So long as these two capable
attendants were there, the celebration preparations would go off
without a hitch. But it meant that they were too busy to dwell on their
uneasy feelings about Lulala.
Who was the biscuit for?
Kay wouldn’t learn the answer to that question until the celebration
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 Case 03: The Scylla Who Kept Score
(or, The Day Off)

Glenn Litbeit let out a sigh. He wondered how it had come to this.
As a doctor for monsters, Glenn had examined and treated many of
them. However, he was only seventeen years old, and he was
becoming keenly aware of the limits of his capabilities.
For example, just now.
The nearby nurse was giggling. Being laughed at didn’t help him in
the least.
Perhaps it was arrogance. He could work longer hours because he was
young. He was capable. He tried remaining modest, but he had
overestimated his own abilities somewhere along the line. All living
things die at some point, but everyone, deep down, believed that they
would never die. This was the same thing. Glenn had informed many
monsters that they were ill, but he’d never anticipated falling ill
himself.
“Well, you don’t have a fever. Hehe. It looks like you passed out from
overworking yourself.” The nurse took the thermometer out from
under Glenn’s arm with a malicious smile on her face. She was part of
the slime species, and even her smile was flabby.
“I’m not overworked. I was just a little sleep-deprived, so I was
taking a nap. But then Sapphee said I was working too hard and made
me admit myself to the hospital.”
“But Dr. Cthulhy also diagnosed you as being overworked, right?”
“Everyone is making a big deal out of nothing.”
“Well! You’re supposed to be a doctor! Are you going to mock the
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“Er…” Glenn didn’t have a comeback for that.
The slime nurse laughed foolishly.
There was a large slime population in Lindworm. They were living
beings made up entirely of a semi-transparent, gel-like substance,
which they used to mimic human shapes. Glenn had known the slime
nurse since his time at the academy, and, like Sapphee, she had
entered before him. Her slimy personality hadn’t changed.
“Right now, you are a patient. You will rest, understand?”
“Yes…”
Glenn had been taken to the Central Hospital that morning. Sapphee
had determined that he’d passed out from overworking himself, and
she had him admitted. Cthulhy examined him right away and came to
the same conclusion as Sapphee. Her orders were for him to rest for
three days—in other words, no work, only sleep.
It was true, he had been busy lately. He had been performing
examination after examination without eating properly. He knew he
couldn’t keep it up forever…
But three days was far too long.
“Glenn, were you really working that much?”
“No, not that much. There’s just been such a fuss about
doppelgängers lately. There were a many people who said they felt ill
after seeing a doppelgänger. But that’s all.”
“So, you had more patients than usual?”
“Setting aside the question of whether or not doppelgängers are real,
most of the patients were simply upset because they believed that they
saw one. That’s not an illness, so it doesn’t count as work.”
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Perhaps it was because she was a shapeless monster who was only
mimicking the human form, but every move she made was
exaggerated. Her gel-like arm jiggled as she put on a disgusted act.
“This creates a problem for Dr. Cthulhy as well. You better stay in
bed. If you get up and start examining other patients, then things
won’t go well for you.”
“So that’s why you have me in an isolated room…”
“Exactly! Direct orders of Dr. Cthulhy.”
In other words, they didn’t trust him.
Glenn was certain he wouldn’t be able to relax here. The patients at
Lindworm Central Hospital were all monsters. He was just itching to
get to work helping them.
“But…for some reason, I get the feeling that the hospital is bustling.”
“Oh, you noticed?”
The only person who came in and out of Glenn’s private room was
the slime nurse. He hadn’t seen any other employees, but he could
hear people rushing around outside his room. He couldn’t be sure, but
there seemed to be a strange air about the hospital.
“It’s the perfect opportunity, so I would like to at least say hello to the
senior doctors.”
“No, everyone is busy.”
“You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”
“No, nothing of the sort.”
Glenn watched her, silent.
“Ah, well, I suppose I could tell you.” The slime nurse oozed her way
closer to him. She put her face right up close next to Glenn’s so she
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unique eyeballs that resemble obsidian. She used these to look into
Glenn’s eyes. She smelled faintly of citrus.
“Actually…as you know, Skadi had heart surgery the other day.”
“Yes.” Not only did he know, he’d attended it as a surgeon. Even
though Cthulhy was helping him, Glenn was the one who’d actually
removed Skadi’s heart.
“Well, the heart that was removed was being saved as a
specimen…but now it’s lost.”
“What? Lost?”
“Yes! At some point, the preservation bottle was emptied!”
“That can’t be true…” It was supposed to be an extremely important
specimen for the Central Hospital.
What had happened to its storage and management? Even when
Glenn was at the academy, Cthulhy had given him thorough
instructions on how to manage research materials. The employees at
the Central Hospital had all been her pupils. It was hard to believe
they would make such a rookie mistake.
“Well, that’s what all the commotion is about in the hospital. It’s a
mess. To be honest, I’ve no time to be taking care of your overworked
body! You need to sleep for three days, you got it? Don’t make my
job harder.”
“Yes…I understand.” He had been warned. No one trusted him.

***

Later, Glenn sat on his hospital bed, poring over a medical book he
had brought from home. He’d been told to rest, but he wasn’t sleepy.
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At first, no one came to his private room, but before long he started
getting visitors, one after another. Most were his pupils—or he’d been
their pupil—at the academy, who heard he had passed out from
overwork. Some of them came just to tease him. The rest were his
seniors. He had no choice but to give a half-hearted smile through
conversations about his days at the academy. Glenn read his book and
endured the teasing. He was waiting to talk to Cthulhy.
“Well now. You’re still tired.” That was Cthulhy’s conclusion when
she finally came to his room.
She said it as soon as she saw his face, laying into him. Glenn had
rested for an entire day, and he had recovered his strength, so he
couldn’t have looked that tired. He felt well enough to return to the
clinic and get back to work.
Cthulhy Squele was Glenn’s teacher and the medical director of the
Central Hospital. She was such an amazing doctor that, in the dragon
surgery the other day, she’d sacrificed her own tentacle to save the
patient. That tentacle had grown back by now, and she was spending
her days as she always did, making rounds to check on the
hospitalized patients.
“No, I feel much better. I slept all day, so I’ll need to get back to the
clinic soon.”
“You will stay in bed for three days. Didn’t Lime tell you?”
Lime was the slime nurse that was charged with caring for Glenn. She
got the nickname because of the faint lime smell she emitted.
“Three days is overdoing it.”
“Wrong answer. Why don’t you think about why Sapphee called the
Central Hospital? That’s how exhausted you were.”
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If he had passed out from overworking, then bedrest was a sensible
treatment. He would have prescribed at least three days, maybe even
weeks, depending on the situation. But Glenn didn’t feel exhausted.
He was ready to admit to neglecting his health by not getting enough
food or sleep, but one day of rest was enough. He couldn’t leave
Sapphee alone in the clinic for that long.
“If you’re really that bored, why don’t you do some brain exercises?”
“I would rather just be discharged.”
“If you can answer this problem correctly, I will deem you cured and
approve your discharge.”
“Uh…”
Cthulhy cackled. As a doctor, she would never risk making such a bet
with a patient who was truly critical. Which meant that Glenn was
well enough to be discharged at any time. If that were the case, then
he didn’t want to bother with questions. He wished she would just let
him go.
It reminded him of back when he was at the academy, and Cthulhy
would test his knowledge and skills at every chance she got. Some
things never changed, even now that he had opened a clinic of his
own.
“I actually heard this from Skadi. She said that everyone has been
talking about doppelgängers lately and told me to get to the bottom of
it.”
“Oh…” Just the other day, Glenn had heard a rumor about Sapphee’s
doppelgänger.
“Doppelgängers are nothing but an imaginary phenomenon. It’s when
you think you see someone you know in a place they would never be.
There is no doppelgänger species among monsters.”
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“So, if that’s the case, then who is causing this phenomenon? It
doesn’t seem like something a human could pull off easily, so perhaps
it’s a monster with the ability to mimic other forms?”
“And Skadi told you to find out what’s really going on, because
you’re a monster expert?”
“Yes. She tends to pass off the cumbersome tasks to me,” Dr. Cthulhy
said, ignoring the fact that she was now doing the same thing to
Glenn.
Glenn thought for a moment. Monsters that could freely change form
did exist, so did that mean that one of those races was causing the
doppelgänger phenomenon?
“Could it be some sort of disguise? No, that doesn’t make sense.”
“Right. If it was just changing a face and some features, then humans
could pull it off using the same techniques as secret agents. But it’s
not as easy to mimic the bodies of monsters. Sometimes they appear
as a lamia, sometimes a centaur. That’s pretty far past the capabilities
of a costume.”
“So, it must be a special ability of a monster race.” There were several
races that had advanced transformation capabilities. “For example,
illusions created by spiritual races such as ghosts or phantoms.”
“I appreciate how quickly you hypothesize. Yes, it would be possible
for spirits to use their illusions to make it seem as if something is
there that doesn’t really exist. But such conjurations are outside of our
expertise as medical practitioners.”
“Yes, you’re right.”
Glenn’s specialties only included scientifically based medical
treatment. He knew that other skills existed, such as sorcery, magic,
and conjuration; there were also professions and research facilities
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reproducibility of those skills were extremely low. The basic principal
of the science that Glenn studied was, “If the process is the same, then
the same results will be obtained no matter who executes that
process.” That wasn’t the case in magic and conjuring. He had heard
that Skadi dabbled in magic, but even if he and Cthulhy were to learn
from her, there was no guarantee they would be able to wield it in the
same way. Magic was an uncertain skill.
If the true identity of the doppelgängers involved conjuring, an expert
would have to be called in to solve the problem.
“What are the other possibilities?”
“The slime species.” Glenn answered his mentor’s question right
away. He was thinking about the nurse that had been taking care of
him since the day before. “Shapeless beings, like slime, would be able
to mimic other forms.”
“That’s right. As far as I know, the most basic species that can mimic
forms are the slimes. Their bodies have a high viscosity with an
undefined shape, and they mimic other races by changing form.
However, their mimicry isn’t perfect.” It sounded like Cthulhy had
already considered this possibility.
Glenn wondered how this could be considered a brain exercise. So
far, he had done nothing but retrace the ideas Cthulhy had already
come up with. The real test was about to begin. How close could he
get to an actual doppelgänger? One wrong step and he could easily
fail. Just like the tests at the academy.
“Perfect mimicry? That would mean…”
“Before that, let’s look at some materials. These are witness accounts
of the doppelgängers collected by the City Council. It will be faster to
use these documents to simply determine whether the true form of the
doppelgängers is a slime or not.” Cthulhy brought out a stack of
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The fact that she had prepared these in advance meant she had
planned to present this question to Glenn from the start. He wasn’t
completely convinced, but he waited for her to continue with a
straight face.
“I’ll read them to you in order then.”
“All right.”
“Witness account number one. ‘I-I saw a mermaid I knew in town, so
I gathered up the courage to talk to her, but she r-ran away! I’m such
a scary sight that even people I know run away after one look at me. I
suck…’ It’s long, so I’ll skip the rest. This was the testimony of an
apprentice at the Kuklo Workshop.”
“Doctor, your impressions are impeccable.” The information was
anonymous, but he could easily figure out whose testimony was
whose. It was probably the timid cyclops he knew.
“I’ll go on. The second account is from an alraune girl. ‘I saw the City
Council representative on the plantation. I thought maybe the
representative had come out to check on things herself. This was a
rare occurrence, so I went to greet her, but she rushed off without
even giving a proper reply. When I thought about it later, it seemed
like it could have been someone else entirely.’”
“This was Aluloona?”
Aluloona was influential on the council. Glenn had never met her in
person, but if the sighting was on a plantation, then there was no
mistake. And it seemed that, somehow, the doppelgänger could mimic
the shape of a dragon.
“Yes, yes. That’s enough of your inquisition. This is anonymous
information.” So Cthulhy said, but her impressions were spot-on, so
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“Aluloona’s plantation is outside the city, right? Doppelgängers are
even showing up way out there?”
“Yes, it seems so.”
“Hmm…”
“And the last one. ‘I spotted my friend near the Waterways, so I
invited her out for a drink, but she ran away. Normally, she loves to
drink… I thought it was strange, so I followed her, but once we got
into the Waterways, I lost sight of her.’”
This seemed to be a statement from an arachne that Glenn knew
personally. He remained impressed with Cthulhy’s voice impressions.
They said some octopi could mimic sea serpents or sea anemones, so
maybe that had something to do with it. The scylla species may be
good at mimicry…
“Impressions, huh?”
There were three eyewitness accounts. What was strange was that
they all thought they’d seen a friend. The first was probably Lulala.
The second would be Skadi. In the third case, they thought they saw
Sapphee. In each case, the witness believed they spotted a friend and
tried to talk to them, but the friend ran away.
In each case, the doppelgänger had gone well beyond mere
impressions or disguises.
“Hmm.”
Perhaps it should be expressed as mimicry. Glenn remembered the
incident at the arena the other day. He was sure that the form Lorna
noticed was a doppelgänger. Lorna was closer to Tisalia than anyone.
If she said it looked like the lady, then it must be quite detailed.
“This type of monster…”
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“No. I don’t know for sure yet. But I want to ask you one thing…”
“What is it?”
“If I’m able to get the correct answer to this test question, does that
mean that you have already figured it out?”
“Heh…” Cthulhy adjusted her glasses as she laughed deeply.
Examiners never gave tests they don’t know the answers to. At times
like this, Cthulhy’s eyes turned a suspicious color. You couldn’t tell
what she was planning. The scylla species were known as the
philosophers of the deep sea, and there was no way to figure out how
much they knew.
“Well, I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”
Glenn was silent again.
“Now, let’s discuss the ‘perfect mimicry’ issue. I have something to
do before that. You don’t mind, do you?”
This was how Cthulhy replied to Glenn when he couldn’t give her a
clear answer. But she was still giving him hints.
Glenn thought.
Cthulhy was giving him problems to solve to buy some time while
she kept him in bed. Even if the problem had been something simple,
Glenn would still have been stuck in bed while he figured it out. If he
wanted to be discharged, his only option was to hurry and solve the
problem, giving Cthulhy an answer that would earn him full points.
“Let’s take a short break then.”
Was this a test or a lecture? Glenn let out a deep sigh, remembering
what it was like to be a student. When he thought about it, his time at
the academy had been continuous hardship. That was only natural. He
was aiming to become an independent doctor for monsters and absorb
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parents’ opposition and enrolling in the academy, becoming a doctor
had taken over his whole existence.
He’d never dreamed that the young girl who inspired him to become a
doctor—Saphentite—would be enrolled in the academy as well. But,
completely absorbed in his studies, Glenn hadn’t had anyone he could
call a friend in school. Of course, there were times when he spoke to
Sapphee or when they were involved in research together. Come to
think of it, I rarely spoke to upperclassmen… It hadn’t been Glenn’s
intention to avoid anyone. But, as the youngest and the most
promising student, plenty of Glenn’s seniors were probably jealous of
him.
Glenn was just fourteen years old when he was at the academy.
Cthulhy explicitly took him under her wing and made sure he
received a thorough education. To Glenn, being at the academy meant
accepting Cthulhy’s unreasonable behavior and overcoming it in
tandem with Sapphee. That was just the sort of place it was. Maybe I
should have made more friends…
For example, the slime nurse right in front of him. He should have
spoken to her. Lime was also an upperclassman to him, but Glenn
knew nothing about her.
Once Cthulhy announced their break, she left the hospital room and
came back with Lime.
The slime species excelled at mimicking the form of other races.
While they were naturally amoeba-like beings, there were individuals
who preferred taking on a human-like form, like Lime. They were
known to be highly intelligent and have a high capacity for learning.
They were certainly one of the stronger candidates for the identity of
the doppelgängers.
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“There just happened to be a test subject outside, so I brought her
with me.”
“A test subject? What are you going to do to me? I’m not getting a
raise?”
“The way you neglect your duties, you have some nerve saying that.
And you were the one in charge of managing that specimen… Don’t
you think you’re lucky you’re not getting a pay cut?”
“But?!” Lime screamed.
If you looked closely at her light-green tissue, you could see right
through. She had the silhouette of a human, but since she didn’t have
any bones, both her arms and legs were curved. Slimes were a
peculiar type of monster whose entire bodies were made up of an
amorphous, gel-like substance. She smelled faintly of lime, which
was her favorite food. She probably ate them quite often. In fact, there
was a piece of lime still being digested inside her, somewhere around
her neck.
She could at least digest it someplace out of sight…
Lime still didn’t seem to know why she had been brought to Glenn’s
room.
“I wanted to give him a course on the slime race. You are our
textbook.”
“Agh, you’re going to examine every inch of me? That’s too
embarrassing!”
Lime was wriggling around. That wasn’t just a figure of speech—her
entire body was moving dynamically, and she was getting excited.
“Right, so… Where were we?”
“We had just read the eyewitness statements. The doppelgängers
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witnesses were fooled. Then, we were contemplating if there were
any monsters that could pull that off.”
“That’s right. And we all know that slimes are mimics.”
Glenn looked at Lime again.
She looked like she had been poured into a human mold. Only her
outline was a perfect human shape. But her flesh was still a semi-
transparent, gel-like substance.
“As you can see, slimes can mimic an outline, but they can’t
transform enough to trick someone. They are only adjusting their
pliable bodies.”
Glenn nodded. He already understood all that. “Lime, I’m sorry, but
would you please try to mimic Sapphee?”
“What? Glenn, are you into that sort of play?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t really know, but sure.”
She wriggled and twisted and turned her entire body. For a moment,
she looked like an indeterminate amoeba-like form. The nurse’s
uniform she had been wearing, and even the partially digested lime,
drifted together inside her semi-transparent, green flesh. She didn’t
have any eyes or a nose or a mouth. She didn’t look like something
that could communicate with other beings, but this amoeba form was
talking like normal.
Then…
“Transformation…complete! What do you think?”
Sapphee appeared.
No, more precisely, a slime that appeared to be an outline of Sapphee
appeared. The nursing uniform she was wearing was Lime’s, so she
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question that the silhouette was Sapphee’s. She had replicated the
characteristic long torso of a lamia perfectly.
But…
“You wouldn’t ever mistake this for Sapphee, would you?”
“Well of course not.”
The slime laughed with Sapphee’s face.
Her flesh was still semi-transparent slime that jiggled when touched.
She had replicated something that resembled Sapphee’s long hair as
well, but there were no strands to speak of. Perhaps it wasn’t possible
to make pointy things with that type of tissue, because the ends of her
hair had a roundish shape. If Glenn were to see her on the street, it
would be clear that she was a transformed slime. It was as if someone
had poured green gelatin into a mold of Sapphee for a jiggly treat.
“Well then, Dr. Glenn. Shall we spend some time together?”
The Lime/Sapphee tried acting flirtatious. Unfortunately, the voice
was still Lime’s, and she would never pass as a mimic of Sapphee.
Cthulhy was far better at mimicking voices.
“As you see here, slimes can mimic the shape of other people. But not
so much that you would mistake them for your friends or family.
Even if slimes change their shape, they can’t do anything about their
semi-transparent flesh.”
“Well, I can at least make vocal bands in my throat and talk.”
“That’s still incomplete. Your mainland common tongue sounds
strange.”
In their original form, slimes were unstructured beings and didn’t
have mouths or ears. They took in sustenance with their entire body
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by reproducing the shape of vocal chords and ear drums when in
human form.
“So, what conclusion can we draw from this?”
“The doppelgängers are not the work of slimes.”
“So that means?”
“There is still a possibility it’s a conjuring trick. But if that’s not the
case…” Glenn hesitated, not sure if he should say it, but he finally
did. “There is a possibility that some unknown species has come to
the town.”
Lime let out an unrestrained scream.
The truth was that monsters were not monolithic. Each species kept to
their own kind, built villages, conducted business, lived as nomads,
and sometimes even operated as mercenaries. The humans living in
the human realm were ruled by the eastern aristocrats, but on the
continent west of Lindworm, the monsters had no single ruling
authority that they recognized. The various factions had teamed up in
the most recent war to keep the humans from invading, but as soon as
the war was over, those alliances disbanded.
To put it another way, it wouldn’t be surprising if an unknown species
was living in seclusion somewhere in the realm of monsters.
“Okay, not bad… Seventy points.”
“Hmph.” Glenn moaned.
He wasn’t discouraged by the score Cthulhy gave him. He realized
that his reasoning had holes in it. It wasn’t enough to say that an
unknown species was in town. Even with the meager information he
had, he should have been able to extrapolate much more about the
species itself. If he didn’t somehow come up with the same
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“An unknown species?! How exciting!” Lime figured she had been in
the form of Sapphee for long enough and returned to her original
form.
“Er…”
It wasn’t a slime. It had the ability to transform, appeared everywhere
in town, and showed itself in the mimicked form, but disappeared
without really doing anything.
What did Cthulhy want from him? What was she telling him to figure
out? The doppelgängers’ race? Their purpose? Their true form? Or…
Glenn thought some more. When was it that the doppelgängers first
became a topic of talk in town? He began hearing about them last
month. That’s right, precisely during the period that Skadi had
reached the first stage of recovery after her surgery.
Her surgery…
“Lime?”
“Yes?”
“Will you please give us a moment?”
“Oh no! Glenn, are you refusing me again?! I made myself look just
like Sapphee for you!”
Her gel-like body jiggled as she protested.
“Lime, I’ll start taking it out of your pay.” Cthulhy’s words were
unforgiving.
“I was just leaving!” The slime nurse moved quickly and zipped out
of the room.
It wasn’t Lime’s fault, but the conclusion Glenn had reached wasn’t
something he wanted spread to many people. Cthulhy must have
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“Did you figure it out? Go ahead.” She stroked Glenn’s cheek with a
slimy tentacle. “It’s time for your score.”
“I’m going to review the characteristics of a doppelgänger.”
Cthulhy listened to Glenn speak with a smirk on her face.
“First, the ability to transform and mimic. According to witnesses, the
likeness is so accurate that even people close to the individual being
mimicked can’t tell the difference. This astonishing ability is what
sets it apart from the slime race, who are famous for transforming.
This is what made me think that an unknown monster has found its
way to Lindworm.”
“Go on.”
“Next, the doppelgängers are not taking any actions except for
transforming. Their purpose is unclear. All the witnesses have a
common claim: that they saw a doppelgänger, and when they
approached, it ran away. It seems the doppelgängers are neither trying
to be friendly nor cause harm to the townsfolk. At least at this point.”
“Wow, you’ve already made it this far,” Cthulhy chuckled. She
always thoroughly enjoyed the progress of her pupils. That was why
she tested them. It was like a hobby for her to watch them pass tests
she gave them.
“They mimic, but they aren’t doing anything else. That is a unique
characteristic of doppelgängers. Which means I—no, we—already
met this being.”
“What could that be?”
“The heart.”
Skadi’s heart surgery had been a month ago. They’d succeeded in
removing the heart-like growth. But Glenn hadn’t been completely
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nested inside the dragon really was. Cardiac disease was the
symptom, but what was the fake heart in the first place?
“That heart… Was it a shape-shifting monster itself?”
“Based on what evidence?”
“The heart inside Skadi looked exactly like a normal heart. But a
tumor could never naturally take on the exact form of a heart. It
makes more sense to consider that something with a will was
mimicking her heart. That means it would be the same as the
doppelgänger.”
He’d begun feeling like something wasn’t right partway through the
surgery. That heart was too much like a heart. The illness that had
been eating away at Skadi’s body was the same as Skadi’s heart in
every way. But it existed in a place that didn’t make sense—outside
the rib cage. The heart that shouldn’t exist had been in a place it
would never be.
It was undoubtedly a doppelgänger phenomenon.
“Furthermore, I heard from Lime that the heart we removed has
disappeared.”
“Ahh… You heard that. That’s unfortunate. It was a huge hint. I
wanted you to come to that conclusion without hearing that. But that’s
fine. Let’s just say you were lucky. Amazing, Glenn Litbeit. One
hundred points.” Cthulhy smiled as she praised her best pupil.
The heart they had removed from Skadi could move consciously and
was causing the doppelgänger phenomenon in Lindworm. This was
the conclusion that Cthulhy had reached, and it was what she wanted
Glenn to figure out. She hadn’t given him many hints, but he’d
figured it out anyway.
“So, what are we going to do? Now that we know it’s Skadi’s heart,
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“Hmm? We’re not going to do anything.” Cthulhy was calm. “I’m
just going to tell Skadi this hypothesis. Then I will fill out a report
about losing the heart specimen and submit it to the council. They can
take care of it after that. If they want me to continue working on the
issue, then I’m sure Skadi will say something.” Cthulhy laughed,
clearly not worried about a thing.
Yes, it was true that letting the heart get away was their fault, but
then, the removed heart wasn’t really a heart. If it had been an
unknown monster, then it would have been impossible to foresee it
running away. And the doppelgänger uproar was beyond the
capabilities of the hospital.
All of that was true, but Cthulhy’s attitude was still confusing. She
wasn’t the heartless or irresponsible type. This reflected poorly on
her, too, which made Glenn want to say something.
“I don’t think that’s the right approach, Doctor.”
“Oh?” Cthulhy gave him a surprised look. Or perhaps it was an
expression of being able to read him after knowing him for so long.
“Are you giving me your opinion? What exactly do you find wrong
with my approach?”
“Skadi is asking about the true identity of the doppelgänger, but that’s
not all. She wants the doppelgänger uproar to be brought under
control.”
“And that is the job of the City Council representative. That’s not the
job of doctors.”
“Well…that’s true. Perhaps this uproar has nothing to do with us. But
the number of patient complaints of feeling ill due to seeing a
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This was also the cause of Glenn’s overworking himself. Most of the
complaints were probably just in the patients’ heads, or nothing but an
illusion, but as the topic of the mysterious doppelgängers spread, the
complaints would continue to increase as well.
“An increase in patients is definitely a problem…”
Lindworm Central Hospital was always busy. If a patient truly was ill,
then they did everything in their power to treat them, but Cthulhy
wanted to avoid the claims of people misled by doppelgänger rumors.
“In that case, what do you propose? Do you even have a clue as to
how to get the situation under control?”
“I do.”
“You what?” Cthulhy was stunned. She hadn’t expected that answer.
“We have no more information as to what this doppelgänger is. I’m
sure Skadi wants to apprehend it if possible, but…”
In Lindworm, only the patrol team, under direct orders of the City
Council, had the authority to make arrests. If the doppelgänger was a
monster, then the ordinances of the town would apply, and if it was
putting the town in an uproar on purpose, then it could easily be
arrested for disturbing the peace. However, Glenn didn’t know what
Skadi thought of the situation, and she was the one in control of the
patrol team.
The bigger problem was whether the doppelgänger could even be
apprehended.
“Putting the arrest aside, is Skadi interested in trying to have a
conversation or even reason with it?”
“Well, first of all, we need to find out where the doppelgänger is.”
“If Skadi could do that, then she wouldn’t be in such a bind.”
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He didn’t know if Skadi hadn’t realized this, or if she had but wasn’t
ready to accept the truth. Considering the fact that the doppelgänger
hadn’t been found yet, it was likely the former.
“My clue is water.”
“Water?”
“The witness accounts you read were all related to water. The witness
who saw the mermaid and the sighting in the Waterways.”
“Wait a minute. What about on the plantation?” Cthulhy had a point.
“What did that have to do with…?” But her voice rose as she figured
it out mid-sentence.
“The irrigation…”
“That’s right. The plantation has an irrigation system for the crops.
So, the doppelgänger’s relationship with water—”
“No, I disagree. You don’t get any points for that conjecture,”
Cthulhy shook her head. “Skadi collected all the witness testimony in
the city. I didn’t hear anything about sightings only near water, and
there must have been reports from places that had nothing to do with
water. If there were such a trend in the sightings, then Skadi would
have noticed. So, I’m sorry, Glenn, that presumption is—”
“Doctor, I never said that there were only appearances near water.”
“Huh?”
So, Skadi hadn’t noticed. Glenn had been wondering: Why did the
doppelgänger appear in unexpected places at unexpected moments?
Even though it was mimicking people of the town, the patrol team
would have already apprehended anyone lurking suspiciously where
they weren’t supposed to be, even if they had to put up a net.
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“I think the doppelgänger is using the Waterways and rivers to
move.”
“How did you come to that conclusion?”
“The proof is that even with all of this sighting information, the patrol
team hasn’t caught it yet. There aren’t many aquatic beings on the
patrol team, right? When they’re searching for the doppelgänger, the
water is a blind spot for them. It’s slipping through the cracks of their
surveillance.”
“Glenn, wait a second. According to that logic…”
“Yes. The doppelgänger is clearly and consciously running away
from the patrol team.”
Cthulhy was silent.
It wasn’t just a being that was mimicking people without a purpose.
The doppelgänger was staying off the patrol team’s radar, only
moving through the Waterways. It understood that the patrol team
wasn’t effectively patrolling the water.
“Actually, the other day we sighted a doppelgänger at the arena. The
day that Tisalia was promoted.”
“Ah, yes. The day Skadi made such a grand entrance… But you mean
the doppelgänger infiltrated the arena? Isn’t the security tight there?”
“Yes, it is. The only conclusion is that it timed its entrance to when
the security was changing guards, or it understands which paths are
blind spots. Either it is escaping the security or outsmarting them.”
It was behaving like a secret agent or military operative: absolutely no
wasted moves. The doppelgänger had intelligence that couldn’t be
underestimated. If it could evade the security at the arena, then it was
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“It knows where the patrol team personnel are stationed, when they
change shifts, and where they patrol. So, it’s using the Waterways to
outsmart them.”
“Yes, well, there is still the question of how they attained that
information. Even though Lindworm isn’t a canal city, there are
plenty of places in the town they can reach using the Waterways. That
is why the doppelgänger appears in unexpected places at unexpected
moments.”
“We should probably tell Skadi.”
Was this really just the work of one monster?
It knows and analyzes the movements of the patrol, who are
supposedly posted all over the town. Is that even possible? It sounds
impossible without a group of people, like a covert spy unit.
“At this point, there still haven’t been reports of anyone being harmed
by the doppelgänger… But if it’s eluding the attention of the patrol
team, then it would be better to secure it before something happens.”
“No, Glenn, that’s too passive. It has already caused harm.”
“Huh?” Was there any mention of that in the eyewitness
accounts?
“Did you forget that it was living as a parasite inside of Skadi? We
might not know if it was causing harm intentionally, but it certainly
got up and walked out of the hospital on its own accord. As Skadi’s
primary physician, I can’t just let that go. And I can’t let anyone
become infected with the same illness as Skadi.”
Glenn felt reassured.
Cthulhy wasn’t irresponsible. Even after the major surgery was
complete, she was concerned for Skadi’s welfare. She was also deeply
concerned that the doppelgänger might create more patients in the
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case, then she should have said so from the beginning instead of
acting indifferent. It was things like that that made people mistake her
for a lazy doctor.
“Narrowing down the doppelgänger’s behavior is a huge step. Skadi
will be pleased.”
“Well, I hope we can find it.”
“If Skadi asks you to do something, make sure you help her out.
Okay, Glenn?”
“I’ll do my best.” Glenn nodded. That was something he didn’t need
to be told. If this was the cause of Skadi’s illness, then the issue
couldn’t be ignored. “That’s another reason then… Doctor, I need to
be discharged as soon as possible.”
“Oh, right. About that, Glenn…” Cthulhy stretched out her eight
tentacles toward Glenn.
Alarms went off in his head as he remembered his experiences during
his time at the academy.
“Not only did you answer exactly what I was thinking, you realized
the detail about the Waterways, which I hadn’t even considered.
You’ve really come a long way, Glenn. Or perhaps I’m getting old.”
“N-no, we just had different perspectives.”
“But Glenn. You need a break. Get some good rest.”
“B-but you promised!”
“Yes, yes. I’m a liar and I don’t keep my promises. I’m a bad girl,”
Cthulhy said coolly.
Glenn jumped out of bed and ran, trying to escape Cthulhy’s evil
powers. But his poor physical capabilities were no match for her
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“If you’d like, I’ll lay down with you. As the hospital director, of
course.”
Her tentacles, covered with a sticky substance, grabbed Glenn by the
leg. Just when his feet were taken out from under him and he thought
he was going to topple over, she held up his torso with another
tentacle and wrapped the rest around him. This made him feel more
nostalgia than pain.
He wasn’t proud of it, but Glenn had a great amount experience being
wrapped up like this in his line of work. For example, Sapphee’s
snake body, Arahnia’s spider web, etc. But the reality of it was that no
one had wrapped him up more than Cthulhy. Her tentacles, with the
suction cups that pulled at him so hard it hurt, were familiar from his
academy days.
“So, you never intended to keep your promise then?”
“That’s right. The doppelgänger problem was so difficult that I hoped
you would puzzle over it, and that it would keep you resting in bed.
But then you answered it so quickly! That was unexpected. You get
120 points, Glenn.”
So, she hadn’t thought he’d be able to solve it in just one day.
Cthulhy’s tentacles pulled Glenn back into bed. He tried resisting, but
the more he fought back, the stronger their grip became. Scylla
tentacles were solid muscle and couldn’t be shaken off easily. Glenn
wished Cthulhy wouldn’t touch him so much. Her tentacles were
making his hospital gown sticky.
“No, no, no.” Cthulhy laughed at Glenn’s attempts to escape, as if he
were a child. “Maybe the bad little boy would like a lullaby?” She
made a squishy sound as she moved her face close to Glenn’s.
The expandable tentacles also carried her own body. She embraced
Glenn with both arms, in addition to her tentacles, as if she were
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onto the bed. Her tentacles were no longer holding his arms, but her
entire body was now on top of him, making his scrawny arms useless.
“D-doctor… You’re heavy.”
“How rude.”
“No—but…”
“I’ve focused too much on teaching you medical jargon and forgotten
to teach you how to treat a lady. This is the perfect opportunity, so I’ll
teach you now.”
Just under Cthulhy’s skirt, between the tentacles, there was a web-like
membrane. She placed this membrane over Glenn, as if she were
covering him with a blanket or a tent. It was nice and cold. He
thought he could get used to that feeling.
“You’re not a boy anymore, but I still love you.” She moved her face
closer and whispered in his ear as if they were lovers.
“D-doctor… This isn’t the way you treat patients, is it?”
She had scolded Sapphee time and again for intimacies in the clinic,
and now she was doing the same thing in a hospital room while her
subordinates weren’t looking.
“Hmph. How rude. Even when I like one of them, I keep my hands to
myself…usually…”
Glenn was getting more and more annoyed. His mentor was selfish.
She did whatever she wanted without reflecting on her behavior.
She’d broken her promise and pushed him down onto the bed even
though she was in the middle of work. She was ordering him to
recuperate while at the same time tying him up in her tentacles. He’d
put up with her abuse this long only because she was his mentor.
But right then, he’d made a decision. This time, he would make her
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Yoink. Glenn plucked Cthulhy’s glasses from her face. Luckily, both
his arms were still free. But everything below his belly button was
held to the bed by Cthulhy’s tentacles.
“Hey! What are you doing, Glenn? Did you think you could run away
if you took my glasses? I may be near-sighted, but so long as I have
my tentacles, I can still find you, even with my eyes closed.”
“Yes, I’m sure you can.” It wasn’t his intention to impair her vision.
He just didn’t want her glasses to get in the way of his imminent
attack. “Doctor, I’m sorry.”
“What?”
Glenn went for it. He touched her right on her unprotected forehead.
“Aaggghhhh! Glenn—what—you!” Cthulhy’s voice echoed in the
tiny room.
Glenn had never heard her use such a high-pitched tone before. If
anyone saw this scene, they would surely be confused as to what was
going on.
“Mmmaaaaah!”
Each time Glenn touched Cthulhy between her eyes, she trembled and
gave a little jump. He was poking her gently, but her entire body
shivered, as if the effect were extreme stimulation. Her tentacles
trembled and stretched before going limp. Glenn’s expression
remained steady, as if he were using magic.
Poke, poke.
“Mmm! Ahhh!”
Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke.
“Hicc! Hee! Mmm! Mmaaaah!”
Cthulhy couldn’t stop trembling. Her entire body was stuck in a cycle
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down any longer. He pushed her body off him, freeing himself.
Cthulhy’s relaxed body sprawled across the bed.
“Haaa… Hey! G-Glenn… You know what’ll happen to you if you
leave me like this, right?”
“Yes. You’ll be scary later, so I’d better do a bit more right now.”
“Hey, wait… Noo—mmmmmm!” Cthulhy let out a sound that Glenn
had never heard before. She was completely powerless.
How had it turned into this? Why did Cthulhy’s body keep trembling
over and over, just from being poked in the forehead?
The answer was that scylla had a highly developed nervous system.
“Scylla tentacles are capable of complicated and subtle movements,
as if they are separate beings. That is achieved by masses of nerves in
various parts of the body. In other words, sub-brains.”
“Mmmmmm! I-I know! I know that!”
“And one of those sub-brains is in the forehead.”
The upper bodies of scylla were supported by a skeleton, but they
didn’t actually have any hard bones. All their flesh and innards were
supported by cartilage. The lower half of their bodies was solid
muscle. The top half looked human, but they were essentially
mollusks.
To put it another way, scylla cartilage was light and durable. It
protected their brains, organs, and nerves from enemies. Perhaps the
cartilage was so tough because it supported their bodies in a constant
battle against gravity. But the scylla forehead was relatively weak.
Someone who knew as much about scylla as Glenn did could cause
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“Oh! Ahhhh! Pleeease! Glenn, stop!” Cthulhy was screaming, with
tears in her eyes.
Just from stimulation of the sub-brain, scylla could lose control of
their tentacles, experiencing intense sensations somewhere between
pleasure and pain. The reason Cthulhy always wore glasses was to
protect this weak point, and Glenn knew it.
Cthulhy lay on the bed, her eyes watering, drooling a little from her
relaxed mouth. She was in no position to argue anymore. At this
point, all eight of her tentacles were splayed out, limp.
“I’m starting to have fun, Doctor.”
“Hmmm?! You scoundrel! You’re actually a sadist, aren’t you?!
Arrrghhh!”
Glenn continued poking her forehead as he watched Cthulhy tremble.
Though he didn’t realize it, the trick that he was performing so
casually was actually quite difficult.
“Mm! Mmm! Ah! Ahhh!”
The cartilage that protected the forehead was incredibly durable.
Stimulating the sub-brain through that cartilage didn’t just mean
rubbing it forcefully; excessive stimulation would cause pain,
resulting in a full-force reflex attack. Glenn was stimulating the sub-
brain, but just enough so that the defensive instinct wouldn’t kick in.
It was a subtle, prescribed stimulation.
Glenn unintentionally executed this skill exquisitely.
“Mmm! Hee! Mph!”
Cthulhy’s trembling tentacles began changing color, as if expressing
her excitement. They transformed from a dark red to a light pink,
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Scylla tentacles were like those of an octopus. When the muscles
were relaxed, the tentacles were a darker color, and when flexed, the
color was lighter. When the relaxing and flexing motions were
repeated, the colors changed to a varying degree.
Cthulhy had her mouth closed so she wouldn’t drool, but the changing
colors of her tentacles revealed the truth more than her expression:
this “punishment” had been effective.
Then…
“Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Mmmmmm!”
When Glenn looked up, Cthulhy’s eyes were empty, and her limbs
were spread out everywhere. It seemed the repeated stimulation had
drained her of all her energy. Her tentacles were still trembling
slightly; they didn’t have any strength left to stand up. Glenn returned
Cthulhy’s glasses to her and completed the “punishment.”
“G-Glenn… You’re a technician…”
Glenn thought he may have gone too far. But, on the other hand, he
also thought that this might be what it took for Cthulhy to learn her
lesson. She did whatever she liked most of the time, so hopefully, she
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“Now then, I would like to be discharged.”
“F-fine… It’s not like I have the energy to move anyway…” Perhaps
she was just a sore loser.
After thorough stimulation of the sub-brain, it would take a bit more
time before she could move her tentacles. There was no one to
question him returning to the clinic.
“It makes me happy that you’ve matured so much, Glenn…”
“Ahh, thanks.”
“But…just because you outsmarted me doesn’t mean you can
just…do whatever you want. Don’t think you’ll be able to
work…without running into any problems…”
Then Cthulhy suddenly fell fast asleep, as if she had used up the last
of her energy. Since the director of medicine had given him her
permission, the only thing left for Glenn to do was go home. Sapphee
and the fairies were taking care of all his work, so he needed to hurry
back and reduce their workload.
Cthulhy’s breathing had turned regular, but, even asleep, she uttered
one last phrase before Glenn left the room. “There’s something…”
Even though it was the first time Glenn had played a trick on his
mentor, all he could think about was her puzzling final words.

***

He walked home from the hospital.

It was already evening. That meant he’d been away from the clinic for
a day and a half.
“We have been waiting for you, Doctor.”
There to greet him at the door was his capable assistant, Sapphee. But
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length of her lower body to tower over Glenn. Her head nearly
touched the ceiling. Her expression was also sterner than usual. Her
eyes were that of a snake, staring at a frog it was about to devour.
“Oh… Umm, Sapphee—”
“I heard, Doctor. You were put on bed rest, but you forced Cthulhy to
discharge you. You were supposed to stay in the hospital for three
days!”
“Wh—huh?”
Glenn was flustered. How did she know that? Even if she had heard
from a staff member at the hospital, how could she have gotten the
information so quickly when he had come straight home?
“It’s a good thing I sent a fairy with you.”
Sapphee opened her palm. A fairy appeared and landed directly on it.
Sapphee had been so worried that she’d sent a fairy to watch over
Glenn. If it were a quick fairy, it could have easily passed Glenn on
the way back to the clinic.
“N-no, Sapphee. I got permission from Cthulhy to be discharged.”
“Yes, yes, I know. I heard you attacked Cthulhy’s forehead to get free
and forced her to give you permission to be discharged. Poor form,
Doctor. You shouldn’t mock medicine when you’re a practitioner
yourself.”
She knew everything.
As usual, Glenn found the face of the fairy on Sapphee’s hand
unreadable, but he wondered if her expression was boastful.
Sapphee sighed deeply. “But I know you had no choice but to be
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“As it is, Dr. Cthulhy is the director of medicine. If she gave you
permission to be discharged—even if your methods were unfair and
vicious—it wouldn’t make sense for you to go back to the hospital
now.”
“Th-that’s right. And there is so much work to do.”
“Well then, make a choice.” Sapphee had a syringe in her hand filled
with medication. Her face was dead serious. “Either stay in bed and
continue your treatment for one more day…or be shot full of this
special anesthetic that puts even ogres to sleep. The choice is yours.”
“Er… Huh?”
“You can’t run away. I can easily put this anesthetic on a dart and
throw it. It will knock you unconscious immediately.”
If Glenn were to be shot with such a strong medication, it could put
him into a permanent sleep. It was made for monsters and would be
far too powerful for a meager human like Glenn.
He didn’t see how he could fight Sapphee’s threat.
“B-but…”
“Which will it be? Make a decision.”
“Umm.”
“Fine.” Sapphee’s eyes were stern and unforgiving.
“Ummm. Okay… Right, I’ll be sleeping then.”
“Good. Even doctors get sick. They get tired, too. Don’t think you’re
special. You need to take care of yourself.”
“Yes… It was my own fault.”
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Cthulhy probably knew this would happen. Perhaps that’s why she’d
let him go so easily. She knew he would be under stricter monitoring
at the clinic than at the Central Hospital.
“I will take care of the work. You rest,” Sapphee said. She maintained
the posture of a snake lifting its head. No doubt Glenn would have to
recover before she would return to her normal height and eye level.
But Glenn had an idea. He went to his room.

***

Glenn thought for almost an entire day as he lay in bed. He was

thinking about the doppelgänger. He knew the doppelgänger was
Skadi’s old heart, and he also knew it was somewhere in the town and
was imitating the townsfolk. The doppelgänger had a will of its own.
But what sort of will? Did it plan to nest in the body of a monster
again as it had with Skadi? There hadn’t been any reports like that. If
such a patient appeared, the doctors would be the first to hear about it.
So…what was the final goal of a doppelgänger that did nothing but
repeatedly mimic people? What was it thinking?
This was all Glenn could think about as he rested. He wasn’t used to
being bedridden like this, but this was what came of a doctor
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 Case 04: The Golem with Altered Flesh

The town of Lindworm was surrounded by a giant wall, high enough

to tower over monsters such as ogres and minotaurs. It had been
erected to allow the town to serve as a fortress and withstand
attempted invasions from such beings.
Inside the wall, central Lindworm was divided into districts, but the
political jurisdiction of Lindworm also included the harpy village,
Aluloona Plantation, and other places outside the wall. Even though it
was all considered to be Lindworm, there were differences.
The gates that connected the inside and the outside were also massive.
They were made to match the outer wall. Apparently, they had
originally only been large enough for humans to pass through, but
ever since monsters began living in Lindworm, they’d been remade so
any species could pass through.
That day, Glenn Litbeit walked to the northern gate of the town.
“Oh…” He saw the hustle and bustle at the gate and sighed in
admiration.
He could hear many residents at the gate, which served as the border
of the city proper. There were likely merchants coming and going,
gatekeepers inspecting them, and guards watching over them all.
There was probably a customs officer checking goods as well.
The duties on food items in Lindworm were cheap, so many
merchants brought in specialty items from the mainland. The
gatekeepers and guards conducted strict inspections to make sure
nothing dangerous, like weapons or poisons, was brought in.
There were also merchants on their way out. Merrow Waterways
glass, cyclops-made blades, and arachne silk—all manufactured in
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Glenn spied a group of armored centaurs, but they were probably the
caravan, the pride of Scythia Transportation. They didn’t just
transport goods, but also protected the cargo from brigands and
bandits, and were thus deemed extremely reliable. Glenn figured that
from here, they would cross over the mountains, transporting their
cargo to distant lands.
There were also a few who looked like travelers and tourists. The
north and west gates led to a mountain road that connected to the
monster realm. Monsters could use this road to travel to Lindworm
without the hardships of crossing the mountain. Between the arena
and canal, tourism was also an important industry in Lindworm.
“Dr. Glenn.”
As he was staring at the checkpoint, he heard a voice call out to him.
It was the person he was there to meet.
“I’m sorry to have made you wait. We’ve had our hands full lately.”
“Not at all. I’ve only just arrived myself.”
“Oh, really? That’s all right then.”
It was Kunai Zenow.
Kunai was a flesh golem, made by stitching corpses together. She was
the bodyguard of the City Council representative, Skadi, but it seemed
that, with her newfound vitality, Skadi had been ordering her around
more than usual lately. Maybe that was why her face looked so pale.
No—her face always looked like that. And her right arm was cut
clean off, just like Glenn had heard.
“I heard you were in the hospital for being overworked. Are you okay
now?” she asked.
“It really wasn’t a big deal in the first place. Sapphee finally gave me
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“Sapphee, huh?” Kunai narrowed her eyes. “Did Sapphee say
anything to you when you told her you were coming to the north gate
today?”
“Yes, she did… She asked if I was leaving her behind to go on a date
with Miss Kunai. She asked where we would be going.”
“And what was your answer?”
“I just told her where we are going. Then she shut up right away.”
“That makes sense.” Kunai chuckled as they went through the gate.
Normally, going through the gate required an inspection, but someone
with the status of Kunai was able to go through without being
bothered. “Who would ever go to a graveyard city on a date?”

***

The official name was Deadlich Graveyard City.

It was often simply called “graveyard city” or “the graveyard district,”
and it was located just a little ways from the north gate of town.
To put it simply, it was a mass grave created on the outskirts of the
city.
Part of the Vivre River, which flowed down from the mountains, also
flowed into the Waterways. The main stream passed through the north
side of Lindworm then curved over to the west side of town. The
graveyard district was just on the other side of the arch-shaped stone
bridge that crossed over the Vivre River.
No human or monster could escape death. There were graves lined up
over the hilly area, and many people from Lindworm were buried
there. This was the final resting place of townsfolk who had passed
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“I heard that there are incorporeal monsters, like wraiths and ghosts,
and undead monsters, like zombies, skeletons, and liches, living
here…”
“Yes, well, perhaps it is a place you wouldn’t normally have reason to
visit.”
“Yeah, I guess a doctor’s job ends once the diagnosis is death.” Glenn
had examined many patients. And in cases where every means had
failed, he’d had to write out death certificates. But after a patient’s
death, they were the ward of the undertaker.
“One of the major problems the Draconess faced when she was trying
to build a town where humans and monsters could cohabitate was
how to handle the undead. She didn’t want to discriminate, but it was
easy to imagine certain issues that could arise if they lived in town.
For example, the elderly complain that the smells of decay and death
are bad omens. Another example is that ghosts tend to haunt residents
if they have free time on their hands…”
“Well, when you put it like that, it sounds like nothing but problems.”
The outskirts of Lindworm were just as divided as the inside. Outside
the wall, there was the harpy village on the mountain, the Aluloona
Plantation that spread over the plains, and the Deadlich Graveyard
City located in the hills.
“There are some undead living in town of course.”
“Ahh, yes. There is a zombie named Frank who lives near the clinic.”
Glenn recalled a patient of his who came in periodically to pick up
preservatives. Frank was a quiet gentleman.
“However, those are the exceptions,” Kunai continued. “They need to
groom and take measures against odor, and, even if they do, it’s hard
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“They’re categorized not in terms of humans and monsters, but in
terms of the living and the dead…”
Even Frank, who lived in the town, was a bit of an oddball.
The road that led to the graveyard city was on a slight incline. After a
few minutes, they could see a graveyard surrounded by a fence. But
this was only a normal cemetery. The residents of Lindworm came
here to visit the graves of the deceased. This was the public facade of
the district.
The graveyard city that served as living quarters was behind that, in
the ruins.
“So, the Draconess turned the unused ruins into a district where the
undead could reside—that is, she turned it into the graveyard city.
They say it used to be a small village, but no one was living there
anymore because of the war. I rent an apartment there, though I rarely
use it. I’m usually on night watch for the City Council.”
“Oh, I see.”
Kunai was also one of the undead. There was nothing strange about
her renting a home in the graveyard city.
“It’s also easy to see why there is a river between the town and the
graveyard.”
“What do you mean?”
“They say that the dead and vampires can’t cross over running water.
Of course, it’s only a superstition, but, symbolically, a river is
probably the perfect border between the living and dead.”
So, a clear line has been drawn by placing a bridge between
them.
At that point, they were just crossing over the stone bridge. Aquatic
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was an important water source for Lindworm, which was located
inland.
“Like me, the people who live in Deadlich generally come here to live
on their own accord. They figure it’s not good for a city to have too
many undead. There are also those who find it more comfortable to be
surrounded by beings like themselves.”
The undead. Or, the already dead.
There must be extraordinary hardships that came with such an
existence. Glenn felt like he could understand the sentiment of the
undead who chose to live on the outskirts of town.
They finished crossing the bridge and continued up the hill. At last,
they could see a steel fence and a rotting gate. The area surrounding
the gate was overgrown with ivy. A small lizard skittered around as if
to greet the guests. It was dark, even though it was the middle of the
day. The sky had been clear back in Lindworm, but now it was
overcast. Glenn wondered if it was normal for the weather to change
so quickly here.
“The darkness is from the miasma. Don’t worry about it.”
“That’s easy for you to say…”
“I’m currently serving as the acting manager for the graveyard city.
Nothing will happen to you.”
Creeeeak.
The sound the gate made when Kunai opened it was exactly like the
scream of a living being. It was as if the rusted gate was a mouth
opening.
“Welcome to Deadlich Graveyard City, the town that doesn’t need
doctors.” Kunai spoke as if she were reciting the lines to a play. After
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“Sorry… My chin and neck are from a deceased theatrical actor. But
it doesn’t suit me.”
“Not at all. You were very good.”
“No need for flattery.” Kunai turned away.
They entered the gate, and Glenn saw a town made of ruins. In front
of the small square were rotting homes and apartments. There was a
stand that seemed to sell food, but its outer walls were peeling, and it
didn’t look like it was open.
“The big building in front is called Deadlich Hotel. That’s the only
facility that serves tourists, so it’s clean inside. It’s the only place in
the graveyard city that outsiders are allowed in.”
“Do tourists actually come here?”
“Sometimes. They come to test their courage.”
Glenn was dumbfounded. It certainly wasn’t the Waterways, but it
was a tourist attraction.
Putting his thoughts aside, Glenn surveyed his surroundings.
There was a zombie with a half-rotted body leaving the ruins. He
greeted Glenn when their eyes met. His perfectly preserved eyes
looked straight into Glenn’s, and it was clear that, even though he was
dead, his consciousness was completely intact.
Glenn felt others watching him from the direction of the hotel. When
he glanced in that direction, he saw a pair of shining eyes. They were
the eyes of a nocturnal animal.
“Don’t stare too much. There has been a family of vampires staying
there for about six months.”
“V-vampires?!”
“They’re not the sort to randomly attack people, but they do take
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Glenn grew pale. He had heard the people here—well, the undead—
lived as they pleased.
“I don’t have any spiritual senses, so I wouldn’t be able to tell, but are
there dead spirit monsters like ghosts and wraiths here too?”
“Of course. There’s one in there.” Kunai pointed behind Glenn’s
back.
“Er…” Glenn turned around, but no one was there.
He didn’t understand magic, but he trusted Kunai when she said it
was there.
It was said that both humans and monsters became ghosts if they died
still holding a grudge. In other words, the spirit would escape and go
out on its own.
“I can understand that corpses and bones can move because of magic
or mystical forces…like you, Miss Kunai. But the incorporeal
monsters… I’ve read about them…though I’ve never seen one…”
“That’s their nature. They don’t go out of their way to get close to
those who can’t see them, even people they know. Warding off ghosts
is the job of priests. Oh, but you should carry this.” Kunai handed him
something with her left hand.
It was a small amulet embedded with a jewel. It looked like it was
meant to be worn as a pendant around the neck, but there was no
string or chain. Glenn had no choice but to put it in the pocket of his
white coat.
“It’s a safeguard made by the Draconess. It should put your mind at
ease. Be careful not to get possessed by any ghosts.”
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“Well, it was kept in better order when there was a manager, but
now… Well, maybe I should tell you the whole story. Here we are.
This is the church.”
They had reached their destination. It was one of many churches
Glenn had seen, even in the spooky graveyard city. Moss grew on the
stone walls, making it feel ancient, but there were flowers growing in
the vase at the entrance, proof that someone had been taking good
care of it recently.
Stranger still was the large casket in front of the church door. Of
course, it was a graveyard city, so perhaps a coffin wasn’t such a
strange sight after all. The casket was brand new.
A new coffin was a bad sign. It meant that someone had died.
“As you can see,” Kunai said, “Deadlich is a disorderly place. When
the Draconess made the decision to create a graveyard city, her initial
fear was that it would run rampant with beings that threatened the
living. Even if it’s on the outskirts, this is still part of Lindworm. We
can’t overlook the fact that it’s getting more dangerous.”
“Y-yes.”
“That’s why she left a skeleton in charge. Its role was to maintain
order and manage the district as a citizen of the town, even if it
couldn’t live in the town. But the other day, the spirit of this skeleton
ascended to the heavens. Only its bones are left in that coffin.”
Its spirit… A shapeless concept, but still a sign of life. Were the
heart and consciousness also harbored in the spirit?
Glenn didn’t know the answer. To him, as a doctor, life was
dependent on the functioning of the body’s organs, starting with the
heart and the brain. The flesh of living beings operated through a
series of continuous cycles, and living things metabolized, proof of
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A person didn’t need a soul to live. When he performed autopsies,
there was no soul. And the residents of the graveyard city were living,
even if they didn’t have any. Or, perhaps they were living only on
their souls. He felt like he was about to fall down the philosophical pit
of the meaning of life itself.
“The manager…died?”
“You could also call it ‘nirvana.’ The spirit that was moving the
skeleton lost its earthly attachments and disappeared. The only things
left now are the bones.”
Kunai opened the coffin. Inside was a white skeleton lying faceup
with its hands folded neatly across its chest. There was a large shovel
beside it; it must have been a possession of the deceased.
“Now, I have stepped in as temporary manager, but it’s not going as
well as before.” Kunai shrugged.
Glenn didn’t know what the job of the manager entailed, but he did
know it probably wasn’t a job Kunai would be good at.
“Honestly, the ghosts and wraiths ignore my orders and behave
however they want. And I can’t be here all the time… At least the
zombies and skeletons listen to me, but…”
“Th-that must be a problem then.”
“Yeah, it’s a big problem. If the atmosphere gets too uncomfortable,
the residents will have no problem breaking down the spell barrier. If
ghosts get into downtown Lindworm, they’ll cause a huge
commotion. I’ve increased security, but…” Kunai put her head in her
hands. “I don’t know how the skeleton kept them in order. The only
way I know to get people to listen is to hit or kick them… What can I
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“She said she’ll find a successor as soon as she can. She told me to
‘hang in there.’” Kunai’s face was somber.
Since the orders were from Skadi, she couldn’t just abandon the job,
but…there was such a thing as job compatibility. Or lack thereof.
Kunai’s only specialty was combat, and she probably had no business
doing administrative work.
“D-don’t give up.”
“Yeah.” Her reply was emotionless. But it wasn’t as if a mere doctor
like Glenn could get involved in politics. All he could do was offer
words of encouragement.
“But…I’m confused by the title. Why ‘manager’? I would understand
something like ‘administrator’ or ‘mayor’…”
“It was originally meant to be the manager of Deadlich Hotel, in the
center of the graveyard city. My predecessor was great at dealing with
customers and tourists, and the hotel was also highly rated. I’m really
not much of a replacement.”
“Oh.”
It seemed the graveyard city had its own problems.
“Enough talking. Let’s do what we came here for.”
“Oh, yes.”
The unique sights of the graveyard city had been burned into Glenn’s
retinas, and he had almost forgotten why he’d even ended up in this
graveyard city—Kunai’s severed arm. It was time for him to get to
work.
Kunai closed the lid of the casket that held the previous manager and
turned to the back of the church. Glenn followed her.
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“This is the dead flesh I collected for today. What do you think? Not
bad, right?” Kunai seemed proud of herself.
In the backyard of the church was a pile of dead flesh. A mountain of
right arms, indiscriminate of age or gender, towered over them.
“Does it make you feel ill?”
“N-no…” This was the reason he had come.
Kunai Zenow had buried the right arm she’d been using up to that
point in the ground. According to her, even dead flesh harbored
something like a soul. After gently burying whichever part of her she
had previously used, she searched for dead flesh to replace it on her
body.
Glenn’s job today was to procure and attach Kunai’s new right arm.
“There are so many…”
“I’m not the only one. Many undead use corpses. The old manager
stored the unburied corpses in the church and supplied them to the
undead when necessary, as well as to me. Many times…” Kunai
trailed off.
“Is that so? Wow! This arm has been preserved perfectly.”
“The manager was trained in embalming.”
Even just a glance at the arm made it clear to Glenn that the previous
manager had been extremely skilled. Lindworm was already a cool
and dry climate, where corpses often turned to wax without rotting. If,
on top of that, someone trained in burial techniques were to take
appropriate measures, it would be possible to preserve a body for
years…or even decades.
“Most of these arms were collected from the bodies of human and
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“Does that mean no one dug graves or mourned for them?” Glenn
asked.
“Yeah, or some had injuries so severe that the body couldn’t even be
identified.”
After the war, there had probably been few bodies in a recognizable
state. They were those cut by blades, crushed by blunt weapons, shot
with arrows… There were probably burned corpses as well, and those
eroded by epidemics. There would have been very few left all in one
piece.
Kunai went on. “Part of the manager’s job was to store those corpses
and occasionally provide them to the residents. My predecessor also
thought of it as a sort of memorial to those who died in war.”
“I see…” It seemed clear that the previous manager had possessed a
great respect for life and a deep knowledge of undead monsters.
Glenn regretted that he hadn’t been able to meet the skeleton before
its passing.
“Dr. Glenn, once we find a good arm, I need you to sew it on for me.”
“Yes.” Glenn nodded.
He was genuinely happy that Kunai, who had hated doctors at first,
now trusted him so much that she’d selected him by name for her
medical needs.
“Well then, let’s pick out an arm.”

***

“Dr. Glenn! Dr. Glenn!”

Glenn was resting on the stone steps in front of the church when he
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“How about this arm? It belonged to an ogre soldier who attacked
Lindworm! Imagine how well I could protect the Draconess with an
arm like this!”
He looked at what Kunai was holding.
It was a massive arm that looked to be as long as Kunai was tall. Of
course, it wasn’t as large as the Giant Goddess Dione’s arm, but it
must have belonged to a huge monster. There were also several small
scratches on the arm, the marks of a seasoned soldier. It was stout and
muscular, unmistakably the arm of a male ogre.
“Sorry, it’s a bit…” Glenn didn’t know where to begin.
“What? Is it weird?”
“It’s too heavy. Even if I were to sew it on, the thread wouldn’t be
able to hold it, and the stitches would shred your skin.”
“Humph… I thought it would be good.”
Glenn continued. “Even if we were to attach it with wire instead, the
balance would be a problem. Your center of gravity would be
lopsided. You’d have a hard time standing up.”
“Well, that would be pointless. I get it. I’ll look for a smaller arm.”
Kunai only seemed concerned with whether the arm would be good in
a fight. What about her everyday life? If Glenn hadn’t been there to
step in, Kunai would have combined all the strongest monster parts
she could find. Glenn could just see it: She’d have the right arm of a
giant, the left arm of a beast, the lower body of a centaur, the scales of
a reptile, the wings of a harpy, and so on.
He tried imagining what Kunai’s final form might have looked like.
She would have been too conspicuous to serve as Skadi’s bodyguard,
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Yes, if he didn’t step in, Kunai would only look for outlandish limbs.
Part of Glenn’s job was to put the brakes on her.
“Dr. Glenn! How about this one?” Kunai was already bringing him
another arm. It must have been exciting for her to attach new flesh to
her body.
“Ahh, a human arm. That would be better.”
“Right? And look at the elbow.”
Shiiing.
The arm made a metallic sound that never could have come from dead
flesh alone. The elbow bent in a way unnatural for a human joint, and
something resembling a sword blade jutted out.
A sword blade?
“Is that a hidden sword?!”
“Yeah. I heard that during the war there was an army of humans who
altered their bodies. Maybe this belonged to one of them! This is
amazing technology. If the workshop could maintain it, it would be
incredibly practical.”
“That story…” Glenn was about to say that he’d never heard of such a
thing, but then he stopped himself. He remembered that Kunai Zenow
had been created for the purpose of raising an undead army. If
someone was researching that, then meddling with human alterations
couldn’t be so hard to believe.
Compared to creating life from dead skin, it would be much
simpler to embed weapons in living skin…wouldn’t it?
“It’s downright sinful. But it would be useful for me.” Kunai looked
like she was enjoying herself.
Someone as skilled at fighting as Kunai would be able to use this
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“Hmmm…”
“It won’t work?”
“I’m worried about the weight,” Glenn said as he took the arm from
her. Even though it wasn’t as heavy as an ogre arm, the hidden metal
still weighed the arm down. “If you really want to use it, it would be
better to install metal into the rest of your body as well…but to do
that, I think you’d need to ask a workshop, not a doctor.”
“Ugh. I don’t really want to mess with my body.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve also already ordered exoskeleton armor from the workshop. I’m
going to ride in it so I can be more effective than even the giants. I
can’t order anything else.”
“What do you mean…?”
“I have the blueprints. Wanna see?”
Why is she carrying something like that around?
The sheepskin Kunai pulled out had blueprints for exoskeleton armor.
They were hand-drawn, but as far as Glenn could tell, the exoskeleton
was a massive steel suit that wrapped around the wearer. The overall
size rivaled that of a giant.
“Does this…move?”
“They said it’s steam-powered. The person riding in it feels like
they’re in a steam bath because of the exhaust, but that’s not a
problem for me.”
“I would guess not.”
“But they said it will take ten years to complete.”
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Kunai was clearly very serious about this, but the cyclops who had to
make it were probably beside themselves. Glenn wished he could
have seen the look on Memé and the boss’s faces when they saw these
blueprints.
“I’m sorry, I know that fighting ability is important to you,
but…please choose an arm that will take care of you, too. If the size
and weight aren’t suitable to your body, I won’t even be able to attach
it in the first place.”
“Humph. Just when I found an arm over there with a gun in the pinky
finger.”
“No, Miss Kunai. Think about it. This will become a part of you.
There has to be something like what you had before…a perfect fit.”
“Humph. Humph. Humph…” Kunai groaned for a while. She held her
head in her hands and shook it from side to side. Except when Kunai
did that, it looked like her head would pop off and roll away.
Finally, she approached the mountain of flesh again and started
hemming and hawing over the arms. It seemed like she was only
selecting human arms, or arms that resembled a human’s. But when
Glenn came closer, he could tell she was muttering something. He
pricked up his ears.
“You…humph. So, you did die in a war. What, you don’t want to be
part of a woman’s body? I don’t think you’re in a position to
complain. How about you over there? You want to go back to your
old body? Fine, then stay there. How about the young one over there?
Mmm hmm. I see, you want to go back to your home…”
She was having a conversation.
While Glenn was sure it was impossible to converse with dead flesh,
it was hard to deny when he could see Kunai talking to it with his own
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what made Kunai so different that she could understand the
consciousness of the parts.
Everything Glenn had seen since arriving in Deadlich Graveyard City
today had surprised him. Corpses could move, spirits were roaming
about, and right in front of him someone was having a conversation
with dead flesh. And that someone was a corpse herself. The place
was overflowing with death. But it wasn’t as if the living were banned
from this place. The graveyard city actually existed, and it wasn’t
heaven or the underworld. This was also part of Lindworm, which
meant there was work for him here.
But…
He got the feeling that he shouldn’t be listening to Kunai’s
conversations with the dead flesh. This was a private issue between
her and whichever limb would soon become a part of her. That was
why she was mumbling in such a low voice.
Glenn moved away from Kunai. A spot of light was burning in front
of the church. It was a will o’ the wisp, standing out against the dark
ambiance of the graveyard city.
“Eh.”
Will o’ the wisps were made by ghosts. Glenn couldn’t see spirits
with his own eyes, but he could see the phenomena they made, such
as this light. He felt uneasy. The will o’ the wisp flickered closer.
“This…”
I have to run away.
That was what he was thinking, but he couldn’t move. He was locked
in. The ghost who’d made that will o’ the wisp clearly had its eyes on
Glenn. Side effects of being possessed by a ghost included chills,
nausea, headaches, hallucinations, etc. The victim would then lose
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 Damnit. I shouldn’t have moved so far away from Kunai, Glenn
thought.
Thinking was all he could do. The wisp had frozen him in his tracks.
“…?”
What?
The wisp had stopped moving, as if it were afraid of something.
Glenn remembered Skadi’s amulet in his pocket and pulled it out.
“I’m very sorry… I don’t have time to be possessed.”
When he held up the amulet, it seemed to have an immediate effect on
the will o’ the wisp. It rushed away and disappeared into the dark,
deep in the heart of the graveyard city. It seemed the Draconess’
powers weren’t to be trifled with.
“It looks like this place really isn’t safe.”
It was clear now why they’d gone out of the way to put this place on
the outskirts of town. The fact that he’d never heard of any problems
in the graveyard city reflected the previous manager’s competence. It
must have been amazing.
“Dr. Glenn, did something happen?” He heard Kunai’s voice from the
backyard.
“No, I’m fine.” Even though Glenn had been able to ward off that
ghost, he decided to return to Kunai’s side, just in case.
Behind the church, Kunai had finally found a good arm. She looked
pleased with herself.

***

“What do you think?” Glenn asked, after he had finished sewing on

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After repeated conversations with the dead flesh, Kunai had finally
found a suitable right arm. It was a bit skinnier than the arm she’d
been using before, but it was toned and muscular. It was probably the
arm of a soldier who had died in battle. It didn’t have the obvious sort
of fighting strength that the ogre arm had, but the slender arm seemed
like it would mesh well with Kunai’s body.
After preparing the opening of the right arm with his surgical knife,
Glenn sewed it on with a needle and thread. He was able to attach it
as if it had always been part of her. But there was one thing Glenn
didn’t know: the dead flesh parts had already accepted that they
would be connected to each other. The result was that Glenn, who had
sewed parts onto Kunai countless times, stitched her new arm on so
well that it looked like she had been born with it.
“Hmm?”
“I actually think I did a fair job on the stitching, but…”
“You’re right… For a new arm, it already gives me such a sense of
unity… It’s almost scary. Thank you, Dr. Glenn.” Though she was
praising him, her expression was a bit too somber. She repeatedly
open and closed her fist, punching the air. “But… Oooh. Something is
weird.”
“What do you mean, ‘something’?”
“It’s light. The arm is too light.” Kunai punched the air as she stepped
nimbly and did a roundabout kick.
To Glenn, the martial arts exercises looked beautiful, but Kunai was
cocking her head to the side, still not convinced.
“Ugh! Why can’t I find my balance?!” Kunai was grinding her teeth,
repeating her moves over and over, trying to get used to her right arm.
The sewing job was perfect. Even with her violent movements, the
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had already become part of Kunai. But Glenn worried about her
calling it ‘light.’ The new arm was skinnier than what she’d had
before, but it was a man’s arm. It was a bit less muscular, but it didn’t
seem like there was a significant difference in weight.
“Are you talking about your center of gravity? Miss Kunai, can you
try standing up with your back straight? Yes, like that… Now, stretch
both of your arms straight down by your thighs. There, perfect.”
Kunai followed Glenn’s instructions and stood at attention. As a
guard, her posture was beautiful. But Glenn immediately noticed
where the discomfort was coming from.
She was tilting.
“You’re crooked.”
“Huh?”
“Your spine is tilted just a tad to the left. The bone is crooked, so it’s
making you feel off balance.”
“N-no way! It was never like that before.”
“You’re right. There didn’t seem to be any problems…before.”
A crooked back.
It was something that occurred in both humans and monsters. If you
kept the same posture for long hours or did forced exercises, the
muscles grew stiff and the bones became crooked.
I should have noticed it earlier.
Kunai was a corpse. All her muscles were treated with preservatives
and exhibited rigor mortis. In other words, they lacked strength and
flexibility. Kunai’s flesh was supported by nothing but bones and
magical powers. Furthermore, she stood at attention as a guard
sometimes, and fought at other times. He couldn’t imagine how much
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The result was her crooked spine.
“Your old right arm was big and heavy, so your backbone
subconsciously tilted to the left to balance you out. If you were
human, a crooked back would make your muscles sore, and you
would feel pain. But since you don’t have a sense of pain, you
wouldn’t have noticed,” Glenn explained.
“Humph…”
“Of course, it’s because you’re a flesh golem that you haven’t had any
problems so far, but…”
In humans, a crooked spine affected various parts of the body: the
cervical spine, lumbar spine, and, in severe cases, subjective
symptoms occurred in the shoulders and lower extremities. Of course,
this wasn’t limited to humans. It applied to monsters with vertebrae as
well, and it could be prevented with appropriate exercise and
stretching, but…
What about for a flesh golem made of corpses? The muscles are
in rigor mortis, so, clearly, there is no point in stretching. On the
other hand, the crooked spine doesn’t cause any pain, so that’s a
relief.
The only problem it was causing for Kunai was the instability of her
center of gravity.
“So, you mean that, since my new arm is lighter, I’m not able to
balance the way I used to, and my center of balance moved to the left?
That’s why I feel strange?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I’ve become weak… How can I serve as a guard…” Kunai trailed
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From Glenn’s perspective, she looked the same as always, as if she
could turn bandits upside down in a second. But Kunai felt a sense of
dissatisfaction that no one else could understand.
“It will be okay, Miss Kunai. I can treat you.”
“What? Really?”
“Of course. There is a way to treat it.”
He wasn’t sure that, with Kunai’s rigor mortis muscles, there was any
way the spine would heal naturally. But if they just left it, there was a
high possibility that it would become even more crooked.
“What is the treatment?”
Glenn looked Kunai in the eyes. “Chiropractic, of course.”

***

Glenn took Kunai inside the church.

The outside had been fairly well taken care of, but the inside was
immaculate. Even the pews had been cleaned spotless. In every way,
it looked like a church that was currently in use.
“The manager was living here in the church. That’s why it looks like
this.”
“Oh.”
“Well then, should I lie on my stomach?”
“Yes, please. I’ll get started.”
Kunai lay down on a prayer bench. Glenn covered her with a clean
cotton cloth that he had prepared ahead of time. In this position, he
couldn’t see her face.
“It seems like that position would be uncomfortable, so…here.”
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“Ah. Mmm.” Kunai held it and relaxed her entire body. Her upper
body curved slightly.
When Glenn looked closer, he could see that her body was tense, as
he had expected. Kunai Zenow was made up of many different parts
that had come together as one—a true work of art. He didn’t want to
empathize with the doctor who’d made Kunai, but, in all honesty, he
had to admire the skill that went into turning her body into this form.
“It would be better to do this on a bed, but let’s see what we can do.”
“You don’t need to talk. Just get on with it.”
“Right then. I’ll start.” Glenn put his hands on Kunai’s back. The
dead flesh of Kunai’s body maintained the chill of a corpse.
He began by rubbing the muscles on each side of the vertebrae. When
he touched them directly, the shape of the muscles and the crooked
bones were clear. Kunai’s backbone curved to the left.
“Mmm…”
“How is it?”
“It’s curved, like I thought. It’s a…pretty stubborn curve…” It
wouldn’t be easy to straighten out the bones with this treatment alone.
Normally, he would spend a lot of time massaging the muscles, doing
repeated stretches, and slowly straightening them out. But it was
different with flesh golems.
The only thing Kunai felt was a strange change in her center of
gravity. Even if her bones were crooked, the pain of pinched nerves
wasn’t a problem for flesh golems. Their bodies were moving by
magical force, so even a broken bone wouldn’t be painful.
So that means…
“Kunai, do you mind if I massage you hard?”
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“Okay then.”
“Mmmmm?!”
Glenn slowly straddled Kunai in a position that made it look like he
was riding on her gluteal region. Kunai opened her eyes wide and
looked at Glenn, flustered.
“Wh-why are you on top of me?”
“This is the best position to make sure I have leverage for a stronger
massage. I’m very sorry. Am I too heavy?”
“N-no, you’re not heavy…” Kunai sounded confused, but she didn’t
refuse him.
Glenn began rubbing the muscles on both sides of her spine. Before
long, he was applying enough force to move the bone back to its
correct form.
“Mmm.” Kunai let out a moan.
Glenn ignored it and continued. He wasn’t very strong, but, as a
doctor, he understood where to apply his strength—and just how
much he needed to be effective.
“I’m going to go a bit harder.”
“Mmm—argh?!” Kunai’s voice was shrill. It was uncharacteristic of
her. She always had a stern look on her face.
“Oh! Did that hurt?!”
“No-no… It’s a strange feeling…but not pain.” Kunai’s voice had
even surprised herself. “I’m not sure. It was like your finger was
going inside me…”
“It sounds like it’s working. I’ll continue.”
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Since her muscles were stiff, Glenn thought that her bones might not
move, either—but it seemed like his chiropractic skills were quite
effective. Glenn continued rubbing the muscles from around the
shoulder blade to the spine and used his weight to set the bone at just
the right moment.
Crackle, crackle.
“Heeeee?!” Kunai’s body quivered, and she screamed.
“How are you doing?” Glenn asked.
“I-I… How am I doing? M-my voice! Dr. Glenn, what type of martial
arts is this?!”
“This is just chiropractic.”
“N-n-no way… Th-this is… Mphaaaaa!”
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
“Arrghhh!”
He hadn’t thought it would be this effective.
Glenn could tell by the sensation in the palm of his hand that the bone
was moving, and better than he’d expected. In fact, the bone was
moving so well that it was hard to believe the muscles were in rigor
mortis. It slowly moved back into the correct position, almost as if he
were touching the bone directly.
“D-Dr. Glenn… Didn’t you say you don’t have any understanding of
magic?”
“Hmm? Ahh, yes, of course.”
“Ughh! B-but maybe you’re interfering with the magic supporting my
body…” Kunai started to explain through her labored breaths.
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“Mmm! How should I know?! It feels weird, like you’re touching the
deepest places in my body!”
“Hmmm…”
Massages had relaxing effects. They tapped into the vitality that all
living beings possessed. Hot springs, acupuncture, and moxibustion
also had similar effects. The idea of assisting vitality was a medical
treatment mainly developed in the east, and Glenn wasn’t an expert,
but…
“Vitality…”
Kunai’s body was already dead. However, her body had a will and
was active. That was due to magic…but perhaps it was actually a
form of life.
“That might be your own power, Miss Kunai.”
“What?”
“Your vitality is being stimulated by the massage. Your own will to
live is affecting the magic, and that may be what is moving your bone
back to the correct position…”
“M-me? Myself?!”
Kunai’s curved bone was being fixed, triggered by Glenn’s
chiropractic treatment. If it wasn’t Glenn’s strength—if that was
merely the catalyst for Kunai’s own bones to move themselves back
to the right position—well, that would be an interesting phenomenon
indeed.
“W-wait. If that’s true, then what is this numbness…”
“I think perhaps it’s the effect of interfering with the magical field of
the spell…” It wasn’t his intention, but Glenn was affecting Kunai’s
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Glenn applied more and more strength from his horseback-riding-like
stance.
“Heee! Oof! A-aghh, you’re not done yet?!”
“Of course not. I’ve realized that the chiropractic treatment is even
more effective on you than I imagined. It’s possible that this won’t
just fix your crooked bones, but that it will preserve your body for a
longer time. It looks like massaging is effective on flesh golems. If
there was more data, I could write a thesis on the subject.”
“You want to make me a guinea pig?!” Perhaps it was because she
had been born as a result of a cruel doctor’s experimentations, but the
second she uttered that word, Kunai’s body seemed to go completely
stiff.
“No,” Glenn answered without hesitation. “I am not a scholar. I am a
doctor. Even if I were to collect data, your health would still be the
most important thing. I would never let my priorities get so turned
around that I only examined patients as a means to collect data.”
“I-I see. Well, if you say so, I believe you.”
“I will continue now,” said Glenn.
“W-wait, I need to prepare myself. Mmmmwhoooooa?!”
Crackle, crackle.
Puff, puff.
The sounds were so loud that someone listening might have thought
Kunai’s bones were breaking.
“Heeee! Hee! Arggghh!”
Each time the bone moved closer to its proper place, Kunai let out a
sound somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a scream.
Glenn decided to focus less on returning the bone to its original
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“Mmmmm!”
“How are you doing?”
“Who cares how?! It’s like I’m being shocked! In my back!”
“Please tell me if it’s uncomfortable,” Glenn warned.
“I-It’s not uncomfortable… But!”
Then I can continue, thought Glenn.
Kunai’s back already looked much better. Normally, Glenn wouldn’t
expect to see results after such a short amount of time. But it was
more like he was adjusting the magic spell that held Kunai together,
rather than adjusting her body.
“Ahh… Ahh… Are you done?” Kunai noticed that Glenn had let up.
“Yes. All finished.”
She let out a strong sigh of relief. “Well… Thank you. I appreciate
it.” It sounded like she was trying to end the conversation.
“Miss Kunai, have you ever heard of acupuncture points?”
“What?”
Glenn was no longer on top of Kunai, so she sat up. He held out his
hand to assist her.
“Acupuncture points are…pressure points, right?” Glenn asked. “I
actually don’t know much about them myself.”
“Yes, acupuncture is a method of maintaining health by stimulating
various pressure points on the body. It’s often used in the east, and it
was very common where I come from.” Kunai was surprisingly
knowledgeable on the subject.
Clearly, stimulating pressure points made the mind and body healthy
and returned vitality to organs, but it wasn’t possible to scientifically
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dissected, no organs or apparatus like an acupuncture or pressure
point had ever been found. Cthulhy had a certain understanding of
pressure-point treatment, but she didn’t include it in her monster
medical practice. Pressure points were different for each monster, and
it wasn’t feasible to search out every pressure point for every species.
But.
Kunai resembled a human, and she was made up mostly of human
parts.
“I would like to try something—may I?”
“But, my bone… It’s fine now, right?”
“I discovered that massaging is effective for you, a corpse. That
means that acupuncture points may be effective as well. Pressure-
point treatment can be effective in alleviating fatigue.”
“Hmmm…” Kunai wasn’t sold, but Glenn was certain. He was sure
that stimulating acupuncture points would improve Kunai’s vitality.
“Then…yes, please.”
“Leave it to me. This time, please lie on your back.”
“O-okay.” Kunai rolled over.
Glenn sat by her legs and took off her pants. Kunai’s legs were pale,
and Glenn touched them gently. He could see all the way up to where
her legs attached to her body. He draped a cloth across her waist to
cover that region.
“Now, I will begin.”

***

“Yeeooooowwwch!” Kunai let out a loud scream the moment the

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you would ever expect to hear from a warrior who had slain many
beasts.
“Did that hurt?”
“Y-yes, it hurt! Idiot! I thought my sense of pain—aghh!”
Glenn had pressed on an especially significant pressure point as a test.
Kunai writhed in pain. In that moment, it was hard to believe she was
a flesh golem, someone who didn’t even flinch at a severed arm or
foot.
“Eeeek, heee!”
“Hmm. That’s strange…”
“It’s not like I don’t have any sense of pain. The reason I don’t feel
pain is because my magic is set up that way… This is… Aaarggggh!”
“I see. So, this is a different type of pain from what you were
calibrated to block in the first place. Well, I’m sure they never
anticipated pressure-point pain…”
“Don’t keep going with that look on your face! Aaggghhhhh!”
It’s said that pressure points affected each of the different parts in the
body. The worse the state of the body part, the more painful the
pressure point was when stimulated. In other words, the pain was
proof that it was working. Kunai’s body was dead, which meant that
the state of her body was far from healthy. It also meant that she must
have been in a lot of pain.
Kunai flapped her arms, showing just how much pain she was feeling.
“I-I said! Not so hard! Arrgh!”
“I’m not pressing hard,” Glenn replied.
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Each time Glenn pressed on one of the pressure points, Kunai bent
backward. In truth, Glenn wasn’t pressing that hard. But the bottoms
of Kunai’s feet were stiff, which meant that even weak stimulation
was very effective.
“Grr! Hee! Aaaagh!”
“The pain is proof that it’s working. Please bear with it.”
“Th-this! I won’t forget that you’re doing this to me!”
Glenn was afraid of her taking revenge, so he tried pressing a bit
harder. She arched her back, lifting her body off the ground as she
stiffened against the pain. The cloth that had been covering her had
already fallen to the ground from her flailing. Glenn could see her
perfect chest jiggling from where he sat. The hem of her clothing had
ridden up, and he could see glimpses of her panties. This wasn’t good.
Glenn decided to try and finish as quickly as he could.
“Ooooooh… Th-this… I’m… By a man who isn’t even a warrior…”
“It’s nothing to cry about!”
“Idiot! Who is crying?! This is protective liquid for my eyeballs!”
Kunai protested, trying to act strong.
Glenn was alone with a woman in this church. Moreover, her clothes
were in disarray, and she was breathing hard and crying—well,
according to her, it was protective liquid. What would Sapphee do if
she found out?
He didn’t want to think about it.
At the very least, Glenn wanted to fix the clothing that had come off
from her squirming, but Kunai always wore such tight-fitting clothes.
He’d have to touch her directly, and that was an ethical problem all on
its own.
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“But…”
“That’s it. Isn’t there a master pressure point that heals everything? If
you use that, then you can finish right away, right?” Perhaps because
she wasn’t used to pain, Kunai spat the words out, flustered.
“Master? Well, yes, it does exist, but—”
“Then do it.”
“Okay.”
There was an acupuncture point that was effective for a wide variety
of conditions. There was no reason for Glenn to hesitate at Kunai’s
request, but he didn’t know if he should continue.
“Then, here we go.”
“Wh—it’s not on the bottom of the foot?”
“No. This pressure point is just below the knee. It’s effective for
recovering from exhaustion, strengthening your core, etc.” Glenn
searched for the pressure point with his fingers.
“U-umm, Dr. Glenn. Wait a second. I have a bad feeling about this.”
“No, it’s fine. This pressure point is extremely effective.”
“Th-that’s not what I mean—aaaaarrrghhhh!” She reacted as soon as
he pressed on the pressure point. “Aghh! Ooooouchhhh!”
“Just as I thought, you’re fatigued. I’m going to continue putting
pressure on this point for three minutes.”
“Th-three minutes?!” Kunai bit her lip to get through the pain. But
even so, she couldn’t help flailing her arms about.
“Stoppppp! It’s too painfullllll!”
“It’s okay, Kunai. Pressure points hurt, but in that pain is the proof
that your mind and body are becoming healthier.”
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“Yes of course.” Glenn pressed the point harder.
“Ooooouchhhhh! That hurts!” She howled like a child. Her normal
coolness was nowhere to be seen.
“Really? Isn’t it starting to feel better yet?”
“Argh! Well, now that you mention it… Yes… Just a bit…”
It seemed like the pleasant feeling had only lasted a moment. But if
she’d come this far, the rest was easy. All Glenn had to do was use his
sensitive fingertips to find Kunai’s pleasure point.
Even Glenn knew roughly where all the pressure points were.
However, there were individual differences in the really effective
pressure points, and only well-trained practitioners of acupuncture
and moxibustion knew precisely where all of them were. Glenn had
only a general understanding, but, somehow, he was able to find
Kunai’s points.
“Mmmm… Oof… Aaahh.”
“It’s already much better.”
“N-no… It still…hurts. Mmm! B-but Ahh… There.”
Her reaction had changed dramatically. Kunai’s shoulders were
trembling, and it seemed she didn’t know how to react to the
combination of pain and pleasure.
“Mmmmm. Hee, wooo!”
“That’s right. I’ll keep going.” The three minutes were just about up.
“Ooh…mph, mm! Ahh…” Kunai’s voice echoed flirtatiously in the
church, empty but for the two of them.
This isn’t the sort of thing that should take place in a church, Glenn
thought. It would be fine to provide medical care in a church, but
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“Mmmmm! Mmm! Mmmmm…”
She was doing everything she could to stifle her voice, but her heavy
breathing gave her away.
“Ahh… Ha… Aggh!”
“That’s all, Miss Kunai. You’re done… Miss Kunai?”
Kunai didn’t show any sign of moving, even after Glenn stepped
away. She was breathing hard. Her eyes were empty, staring off into
space. Glenn called her name over and over, but she seemed to be in a
trance.
“That felt…good…” Kunai muttered, not speaking to anyone in
particular.
Perhaps she hadn’t meant it for him, but Glenn heard her perfectly.
The treatment had been more effective than he’d expected. He felt
bad forcing her to get up, so Glenn left her where she was for a time.
He did his best to avert his eyes from her chest and waist, where her
clothes were coming off from all her wriggling around.

***

“Mmm… Mmm—” Kunai stretched both her arms as she stepped out
of the church, looking very comfortable. “Hmm. My right arm—no,
my whole body—feels lighter, like I’ve been reborn, even though I’m
still dead.” Kunai chuckled to herself.
She rotated her arms, checking her body. Thanks to Glenn’s work, the
new right arm had adapted itself to her body well.
“I’m happy to have aided in your recovery, Miss Kunai. I’ve now
come up with the hypothesis that even a flesh golem made of corpses
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“That’s fine, but…” Kunai glared at him. “You’d better forget that I
was howling with pain. It never happened. Forget it. If you mention it
to anyone, the next place they’ll see you is at the bottom of the canal.”
“You’ll upset the merfolk.”
“Good-for-nothing doctor. You’re worthless,” she muttered.
It seemed like he had rekindled her hatred for doctors, even though
her body had become lighter, meaning that the treatment had been
effective.
“Well, it did feel kind of good…”
“Really? Then I’m glad I worked so hard.”
“Shut up! Just a little! It’s nothing! I was talking to myself!”
Glenn thought she was being irrational, getting angry so easily even
though her body had benefited from the massage.
“I’ll accompany you to the gate.”
“Miss Kunai, you won’t be returning to the town?”
“I have to put the arms away, and I also have managerial business to
attend to. Those both come first.”
“It’s a lot of work to be acting manager.”
“It’s fine. It’s necessary. The graveyard city was made based on my
proposal, and I have no complaints about putting in the work to
maintain it.”
“Your proposal?”
“Ahh. Where should I start?” Kunai scratched her head and began
talking as they walked. It was rare for her to speak about events from
so long ago. “I was originally born in the east. I ran away from the
doctor who created me and headed west, only because I didn’t want to
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need food. I was a mess, but simply surviving was an easy task for
me. I defeated all the beasts that tried to attack me and somehow
ended up in Lindworm.”
“…”
“At first, I lived as a fighter, but the Draconess saw my strength and
selected me to be her bodyguard.”
“Yes, I had heard that before…” Glenn interrupted.
“But that’s just my public position.” Kunai giggled, as if she were up
to something. “Someone as strong as the Draconess doesn’t need a
bodyguard in the first place. She needed someone to keep watch while
she was sleeping, so that was one reason for choosing a flesh golem
like me…”
“But that wasn’t all?”
“When I first met her, I had just entered the hall of fame and was
being recognized at the arena. As I was receiving my certificate, the
Draconess showed up. She asked me where I was staying.”
It didn’t make sense.
Induction into the hall of fame was an honor administered by the
arena. Glenn didn’t understand why Skadi would visit when Kunai
was being bestowed that honor.
“That’s the same expression I had when it happened.”
Kunai laughed as she looked at Glenn. She often stood next to
Skadi—who always had a serious look on her face—so it was
refreshing to see her laughing so casually.
“I told her that I had been camping on the outskirts. I explained that
the residents would probably be frightened if they saw a patchwork
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“Yes, at the time, the Draconess was trying to figure out what to do
with the undead who were hanging around Lindworm. There were a
lot of problems that needed to be considered if they were going to live
with the other monsters. But ostracizing them would go against
Lindworm’s policy of becoming a town for humans and monsters to
live in harmony.”
Glenn nodded. Ever since Skadi became the City Council
representative, Lindworm had accepted monsters from all over the
mainland. There were also several monsters who had been living on
the land for years, like Tisalia and Lulala. Creating a place for the
undead to live comfortably was essential.
“I told her that it would be more comfortable if there was a base
outside town. The Draconess accepted that, created the graveyard
city, and appointed a manager.”
“So, Skadi wanted someone close to her who could speak for the
undead?”
“She didn’t say it in so many words, but that’s right. I’m grateful. I’m
nothing but a corpse, yet she gave me a place to live, and a job. It’s
not only me, either. That’s the case for most of the undead living
here.”
Glenn reflected on the fact that he hadn’t known anything about the
graveyard city until now. The living wouldn’t normally have any
reason to come to this place. But there was no question that the
undead were living in this town.
“But without a manager, it goes nuts.”
“I…see…”
“Yeah. The graveyard city wasn’t like this before. Now it’s full of
miasma that creates spirits. We must do something quickly, or they’ll
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There’s also a risk that some really scary things will try to get in and
settle here…”
They could see the gate.
The day had been beneficial to Glenn—the town where the invisible
spirits lived, the skeleton who reached nirvana, and the flesh golem in
whom he’d aroused vitality. In the graveyard city, Glenn had seen life
in a being without working organs, metabolism, flowing blood, or a
heartbeat.
Kunai had called it the town that didn’t need doctors. It was true that a
doctor like Glenn was probably unnecessary in a town like this, but
Glenn promised himself he would be back. Even if the graveyard city
didn’t need a doctor, he was sure he could learn much from the town
that would prove useful in his practice.
Just then, Glenn remembered something; the one rumor that was
spreading across Lindworm. Evil deeds. Spirits, perhaps.
“Oh, Miss Kunai. I have been wanting to ask you something.”
“What is it?”
“Have any spirits left the graveyard town now that there’s no manager
on site? Have they maybe been causing a stir in Lindworm?”
“Oh, you mean the doppelgänger.” Kunai nodded right away. It
seemed like she knew exactly what Glenn was thinking. “Your
concerns are well-founded. If the graveyard city got truly out of hand,
I wouldn’t be able to handle it on my own.”
“N-no, that’s not what I meant.”
“But there are charms on the fence that surrounds the city. Wild
ghosts can’t get in, and once a spirit has come into the graveyard city,
it becomes a resident. It can’t go outside to do bad things. The old
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“But now…there is no manager…”
Kunai nodded, all too aware of this fact.
“I’m just a stand-in, but I’m doing my best to provide the minimum
required management. The fence hasn’t been broken yet, and I can
say with certainty that no spirits have left. The doppelgänger
commotion has nothing to do with the graveyard city.”
“I see.” Glenn was relieved to hear such a confident declaration.
His working theory was that the doppelgänger’s true form was the
heart he had removed from Skadi. However, if there were ghosts
involved, that would upend all his logic. An incorporeal monster
appearing in unexpected places at unexpected times could be
explained by hallucinations. But, after hearing Kunai’s words, Glenn
rejected that theory.
Deadlich Graveyard City was a unique place, but there were people
living here. It truly was a part of Lindworm, and Kunai valued this
place as both a resident and its acting manager. Glenn felt bad for
even thinking that a ghost might be the doppelgänger.
“I’ll be going then.”
“Yes. Thank you so much for today. Wait…”
“Huh?”
Kunai squinted her eyes, and a sharp sound cut through the air. Glenn
felt cold wind on his face.
“This.” Kunai seemed to be holding something up high, but to Glenn
it just looked like she was miming.
“Can you see it? There is a spirit here. It was trying to possess you.”
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“Well, you are protected by the Draconess’s amulet, so it wouldn’t be
able to possess you, but I’ll have to have some words with it for
breaking its vow.”
“Oh, thank you,” Glenn said, bewildered. He wondered if spirits
really could be caught with your bare hands. Or perhaps it was
something Kunai could do because she was undead. “You caught it
quickly. It looks like you’re already feeling better.”
“Thanks to your chiropractic and pressure points.”
“H-heh.”
Kunai grunted. She seemed to be twisting the ghost in her hands as if
wringing out a towel. Glenn couldn’t see the spirit but felt like he
could hear it screaming. After that, she tossed it away. He wondered if
that kind of treatment was acceptable.
He changed his mind yet again. Even if they were residents of the
graveyard city, they were still ghosts. You could never let your guard
down when it came to them. Two had already tried to possess him in
one day. If ghosts were to break out of the graveyard city and do
whatever they wanted, the harm they would cause would far exceed
what was happening with the doppelgängers. Skadi was right to
appoint a manager.
“We have find a permanent manager as soon as possible.”
“Is that something that can happen right away?”
“Apparently the Draconess has someone in mind. I wonder who it is.
She hasn’t even told me.” Kunai looked off in the distance. Her gaze
was fixed on the Vivre Mountains. Since the graveyard city was on a
hill, there was a clear view of the towering peaks. “The Draconess is
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Glenn followed her gaze. He could see a dark shadow flying about
halfway up the mountain. It could have been someone from the harpy
village, which he had visited in the past.
He wondered what kind of person the former manager of the chaos
that was Deadlich Graveyard City had been. The skeleton had been
able to bring together the ghosts, control the undead, and govern the
place as one town, so it couldn’t have been an ordinary monster.
But that manager had already passed.
If only he could have met the skeleton and spoken with it. Maybe he
could have learned more about the graveyard city. Glenn wavered
between regret and desolation.
He closed his eyes for a moment and prayed that the manager, whose
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 Case 05: The Gigas with Herculean
Strength

Snap.
Snap, snap.
“Aghhhh!”
The Giant Goddess—Dione Nephilim, a gigas—let out a pitiful
scream.
“It brooooke agaaaain.”
With a stature about ten times that of a human, Dione was the only
survivor of the gigas race. She wasn’t yelling to cause an
earthquake—this scream was flat and lazy. There was still snow on
the mountains.
Dione was curled up, still, but she was holding two small—well,
small to a giant like Dione—tools.
“They’re too smaaall.”
Each time she raised her pitiful voice, the animals on the mountain
gathered around. There were deer and goats by her feet and small
birds resting their wings between the hairs on her head.
Wild rabbits pushed aside the snow to burrow in the warmth of her
clothes.
Most surprising of all, the wolves, who would normally be eating
those small animals, lay at Dione’s feet, yawning instead of hunting.
Dione had a special air about her that calmed animals who would
normally be subject to the law of the jungle.
“Ooohh, I’m so clumsy,” she groaned as she tossed away the pencil
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It was a newfangled writing tool made from wood and graphite—a
groundbreaking invention that didn’t use ink, born from the
development of graphite-processing technology. Pencils hadn’t really
become popular on the continent yet, but Lindworm tended to adopt
new trends quickly and already had an established, independent trade
route. A large shipment of pencils had come in recently. Sales were
good, and more and more residents were taking to the tool.
But they were a bit… No, they were much too small for Dione.
“Ahhhhh. What a waaaaste.”
There was a pile of broken pencils at Dione’s feet.
According to Illy, so long as only the wooden shaft was broken, it
could be remade at the workshop. But that was no excuse to waste so
many brand-new products, especially since they’d just become
popular.
The claim was that pencils were stronger than quill pens, which was
why Dione had thought they might work for her. But it didn’t matter
if it was a pen or pencil, Dione’s body was too big for them all.
She was bored.
The Giant Goddess Dione had too much time on her hands. It took
days to reach the harpy village closest to the peak of the mountain,
and her footsteps were always mistaken for earthquakes by those
living there.
It was in Dione’s nature to sit still. After the monster doctor, Glenn,
had examined her, the residents of the village and an arachne woman
had helped her take precautions against the frigid temperatures. She
would never catch a cold again, even if she were covered in snow for
10,000 years.
Normally, she idled away the time, playing with the animals.
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the youth from the harpy village would come bearing food offerings,
but that was about it. Dione herself was as calm as a plant, but her life
was unchanging.
She had decided to send for pencils so that she could correspond with
her friends.
“I thought I could write a letterrrr.”
She wanted to write to Skadi, Cthulhy, Glenn, the lamia woman, and
the centaur woman. Oh, and the town elder she had known for a long
time. And those young people she had just met. She thought it would
be wonderful to hear what was going on in their lives, but…
“I can’t do ittt.”
The only ones who could hear her cries were the animals. The new
wild boar sat at her feet and began snoring. There was no getting
around it. Normal-sized pencils were just too small for Dione.
Snap, snap, snap.
Snap.
The pencils Dione had had delivered to the top of the mountain broke
in half, one after another. At this rate, she would never be able to send
any letters down to Lindworm.
“Aaaggghhh.”
She sat curled up, hugging her knees.
In her hands was a small piece of paper and a small pencil.
Over the past few days, Dione had grown frustrated with trying to
write. In that time, she’d only managed to write a few lines. What’s
more, her handwriting looked like a lamia had wriggled across the
paper. It was illegible. This made the forlorn gigas want to break
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“Heeey!”
Dione thought she had heard a voice calling from far away. She lifted
her head.
“Giaaant Godddessss!”
She looked up to the sky and saw a massive shadow. The colorful
wings were way too big to be those of a bird, even a raptor, and they
were far more exquisite than either the speaker’s voice or the face,
which told her exactly who it was.
It was Illy, a girl with some of the most beautiful wings in the harpy
village.
“Yahoo, Giant Goddess!”
“Ohhh! Illy!” Dione was barely able to stop herself from waving her
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If she were to wave her hands, it would make all the birds nesting on
her head panic. Even if there hadn’t been any birds, she always tried
to minimize her movements.
Illy didn’t have a last name. She’d been abandoned, and she’d never
learned her parents’ last name. She was just Illy. But she didn’t mind
one bit.
“Hey!” Illy landed on Dione’s head with a grin on her face. “What’s
up, Giant Goddess? Oh, you’ve broken more pencils…”
“Ahhh. I’m sorry. After you brought them all the way up here.”
“Well, I figured that would happen, so I brought you some more.”
Once Illy showed up with her loud voice, the animals sensed danger
and scattered all at once, back into the mountains. Even if they didn’t
find Dione to be a threat, they reacted like normal animals to Illy.
The package Illy held in her feet was full of pencils. She was busy
delivering packages all over Lindworm as a courier for Scythia
Transportation. Of course, Dione’s mountain peak was part of her
delivery route. Thanks to Illy’s wings, it was easy to get to the top of
the Vivre Mountains. Few people ever visited Dione, so the fact that
Illy flew all the way up here to bring Dione packages and to chat
meant that she was someone Dione could call a friend.
“Oh, Giant Goddess, I brought someone with me today.” Illy flapped
her wings over Dione’s head.
“What?”
Someone else?
Unless it was another harpy, there weren’t many who could fly to the
mountain peak. There were very few monsters with flying abilities.
Illy collected the remains of the pencils that had been strewn about
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Dione tilted her head to the side, trying to imagine who the guest
could be.
“Long time no see.” A small shadow descended slowly.
Right in front of Dione’s face, on top of the knees she was hugging
with her arms, appeared a face that she knew well.
“Oooohh! Miss S-Skadiii!”
“Don’t call me Miss, I’m the City Council representative.”
“So whaaat? Heeey! I thought you weren’t supposed to fly because
you’re siiick?”
“I had surgery, and I’ve recovered now, thanks to Dr. Cthulhy and Dr.
Glenn.”
“Oooh!”
Skadi Dragenfelt.
Dione had known the name for as long as Lindworm had existed. But
she had only met Skadi in person a few times. Since they were both
long-lived, she wanted to get to know Skadi better, but it wasn’t easy
for a dragon who couldn’t fly and a gigas stuck on a mountain peak to
find the time.
When she’d established the town, Skadi had come to greet Dione, but
her face had been hidden by her robe, and she’d walked to the top of
the mountain with many others. But now, the wings on Skadi’s lower
back were spread for flight. She had taken back the luxury of the
skies.
“Wooow! That’s amazing! Let me give you a big huggg!”
“Stop it this instant. I’ve only just recovered. If you keep it up, I’ll fly
away!” Skadi curled into a ball.
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“That’s enough out of you, Illy! Do you know how strong the Giant
Goddess is?”
Dione hung her head in disappointment at being denied. “Ahhh…
That’s too baaad…”
Her body was too massive to express her affections without restraint.
The world was too small for the gigas species to live in. That was why
all the others of her kind had died off, leaving only Dione. It couldn’t
be helped, but it still made Dione feel sad. Her perspective on life and
death was very different from that of humans, but she still felt lonely
as the last of her kind.
That’s why she was so happy that Illy and Skadi had come to see her.
“I’m glad to see you’re doing well, Dione.”
“Yesss, it’s always the same for meee.”
The gigas never changed or grew. Even though Dione had tried
writing letters as a change of pace, it turned out the letters wouldn’t
grow either. Illy would probably take the broken pencils to the
workshop to be repaired.
“Pencils aren’t free, you know. Where do you think that money comes
from?”
“Thank you so muuuch!” Dione couldn’t bow her head, so she could
only express her gratitude in words.
Illy always brought her pencils. The harpy never said anything, but
Dione was sure that Skadi paid for them since Dione didn’t have the
means to pay for things. Even so, Skadi always made sure that she
had ways to pass the time. Dione was glad for that.
“I know Illy is here on her delivery roundsss, but whyyy are you here,
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“No waaay! You don’t have time for that. Aren’t you tired from
flyiiing?”
“I thought you might notice.” The look on Skadi’s face said Dione
was spot-on. Dione might live a carefree life, but even she knew that
the City Council representative wouldn’t come all the way to the peak
of the mountain just to see her.
“You haven’t heard of the doppelgänger…have you?”
“Of course I haaave.”
“You probably wouldn’t, way up here on the mountain—wait, you
have?”
“The little birdies that fly around town told meee.”
Illy, who had finished her task of collecting all the pencils, laughed.
She was the mail carrier for the town, in charge of letters, small
packages, and newspapers. If it was within the weight limits, Illy
could deliver anything in a jiffy. Of course, that meant that no rumor
got past her. Illy was an important source of information for Dione,
who couldn’t go into town.
“I even saaaw it. It had turned into Memé.”
“You did? That’s true, there were reports of her.” Skadi nodded. “In
that case, I don’t need to explain. The City Council is trying to track
down the doppelgänger. It seems that it was also the fake heart that
lived as a parasite in my chest.”
“Oh nooo! Will you catch ittt?”
“Yes. If possible, I’d like to talk to it.”
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Dione wasn’t sure what Skadi meant. There wasn’t much that Dione
could actually do. She was worried that the doppelgänger was causing
such a fuss in the town, but it wasn’t as if she could down there—that
would just cause more problems. The only things she could do were
stay out of the way and hope for the best.
“The problem is that the doppelgänger understands the patrol team’s
movements and is cleverly avoiding them. We’ve put up a net in the
canal, but we’ve only just begun, so we haven’t caught it yet. The
doppelgänger seems to be extremely intelligent.”
“Oh myyy.”
“Do you have any idea what the true form of this monster might be,
Dione?”
“…”
Dione did have an idea.
The gigas weren’t really gods, but they had once been called giant
gods. Dione knew of several other species that were called gods in the
same way. Dione’s lifespan was longer than Skadi’s, and Skadi was
now putting that knowledge to use.
“Welll, it goes back to when Miss Cthulhy’s ancestors were called
malevolent gods and the like.”
“So, thousands of years ago…”
“Yesss. Oh, but the ancestors of the scylla species weren’t baaad.
They just looked a bit scaryyy. But there were many storieees of them
being kind to the gigasss.”
“You’re getting off track. What does this have to do with
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“The subordinate of those malevolent gods—in other words, their
aidddes—could change into anythinggg and do almost any kind of
workkk.”
“I had a feeling this was something from the distant past.”
“They weren’t just able to change fooorm. They were also thought to
have significant knowledge and strength. And I’ve heard they have
the ability to divide and multiplyyy.”
“It sounds like they have a lot of similarities with the slimes…”
“Well, I’ve heard that when this particular species divides and
multiplies, the leftovers actually become slime.”
Skadi frowned.
Species that had lived for that long sometimes possessed such
abilities. If this species had served the malevolent gods, then they’d
been around much longer than Skadi—and even Dione. If they were
causing the ruckus in Lindworm…Skadi couldn’t even predict what
would happen.
“Calling them a species is too vague. Can you think of anything else
useful?”
“Aaah, well, I think they were called shoggoths?” She only had a
vague memory of the name, but she was sure it was correct.
“Shoggoth… I’ll remember that.”
“Yesss.” Dione smiled.
She was glad to be able to help Skadi, though it was unclear if the
doppelgänger really was a shoggoth or not. Dione only knew the
rumors that were flying about the town, and it wasn’t her place to
hypothesize as to what it really was. But if someone asked her for
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Dione couldn’t move. Any movement, no matter how small, created
problems for the animals, monsters, and humans around her, and she
was far too soft-hearted to forgive herself for creating such a
commotion. Skadi was aware of this, which was why she’d flown to
the mountain peak, even as she was recovering from an illness.
“I wonder if shoggoths could live in the cityyy.”
“We’re not even considering that yet. First we need to figure out if
they can even communicate.”
“A species that can listen to the orders of the malevolent gods can
probably have a conversaaation.”
Dione hadn’t moved from the peak of the mountain for a long time,
and she didn’t know any actual gods anymore, but she knew there
were still species among the immature monster civilizations who
worshipped ‘gods’—giants and other such creatures. Even the
dragons, like Skadi, were considered gods in some places. Dione may
possess massive strength, but this continent was simply too small for
a being like her to live on. Some gigas had gone to sleep deep in the
ocean, while others had created their own realms in the sky to hide
themselves. Even Skadi’s dragon ancestor had run away to their holy
precincts. No matter where they were born, the shoggoths had to be
kindred spirits to Dione and Skadi. They came from a time when the
gods were common and familiar.
There was no way they couldn’t converse.
“They would do fiiine in Lindworm.”
Even the doctor who’d examined Dione’s cold had never thought she
couldn’t talk simply because she was a giant. And though she seemed
to break everything with even the smallest of movements—how many
pencils had she broken just trying to write a letter?—Skadi and Illy
never treated her like a god, either. There was no one left who would
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Goddess,” but they didn’t mean it in a bad way, so she didn’t stop
them. She didn’t want to be a god, she just wanted to be a normal
monster…
And, if possible, she also wanted the shoggoths to become one of
Lindworm’s resident monster species.
Ohhh, but…
Dione stared at Skadi with eyes hidden behind her hair. According to
Skadi, the doppelgänger had been living off her for many years. Skadi
wasn’t the type to dwell on petty things, so she might forgive it easily.
But even if she did, would the residents of Lindworm be so forgiving?
“Can I give you one piece of adviiiice?”
“Go ahead.”
“I’m sure the shoggoths’ understanding of the current world is
inferior to oooours. They’ve only ever served the malevolent gods…”
“So what?”
“They may have knowledge and intelligennnce…but when it comes to
morality and ethics, they could be verrry immatuuure. Maybe even
more immature than a child.”
The fact that the doppelgänger had mimicked Skadi’s heart was a
prime example. While it was still a mystery why it had infested Skadi,
the result was that it had nearly killed her. Generally, parasites only
killed their hosts when they’d found another one and were ready to
move on…
Did that mean the doppelgänger had had another host lined up for
itself after it killed Skadi?
No… Dione thought. No body would be as rich a host as a
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Since Dione couldn’t move, she had a lot of time on her hands. She’d
had time to collect everything she’d heard from Illy up to now,
consider all the angles, and contemplate. It might appear that she
lazed around, even seeming ditzy at times, but she actually did
possess the wisdom worthy of being called a god.
“It doesn’t have any sense of reasoning, so it may cause damage even
without meaning tooooo. The fact that Skadi almost died is proof of
thaaaaaat.”
“There have still been no reports of a doppelgänger attacking
anyone.”
“Yes, well, perhaps it feels baaad about what it did.”
Shoggoths were supposed to have a high capacity for learning. If the
doppelgänger were to hurt someone, Skadi and the patrol team would
track it down relentlessly. If it came to that, they wouldn’t try to take
it into protective custody or apprehend it—the orders would be to
destroy it. Dione wondered if the doppelgänger understood that much.
Even if shoggoths didn’t have a sense of reason, the doppelgänger
seemed like it was making efforts to understand other monsters.
Maybe that was why it was changing into various forms. If it were
transforming to learn…
What would happen if, once it was done learning, it decided that it
was fine to hurt other monsters?
“Pleeease be careful. I’ve heard that people who meet their
doppelgänger diiie.”
“I know that. But isn’t that because ghosts and phantoms show them
an illusion? A ghost possesses someone and shows them a
hallucination of something that’s not real. Then the person possessed
by the evil spirit gets weaker and weaker… That’s what made
everyone think that if you saw your doppelgänger you would die.”
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“Do you know something?”
“I don’t know anything. But, the rumor of doppelgängers has spread
throughout the towwwn. It feels like the tales of dying when you see
your doppelgänger might come truuue. Wouldn’t that be horrrrible?”
Of course, this was nothing more than a gut feeling Dione had. But it
was enough to make Skadi more alert. The Draconess was quiet for a
moment, then she spread the wings on her lower back.
“Thank you for your help, Dione.”
“Nooo problem. Please come see me agaaain.”
“If I feel like it,” Skadi said curtly.
But Dione had a feeling she would be back. Once Skadi had regained
her ability to fly, the first place she went was this mountain peak. She
would probably come again unexpectedly.
“Okay then, Giant Goddess. I’ll be going too,” said Illy, as she spread
her wings. She had collected all the broken pencils.
Illy was impatient. She and Dione got along well, but the way they
used their time was completely different. Illy’s tendency was to hurry
up and finish whatever was in front of her. If you looked away for
even a second, she would already be on her way back to Lindworm.
Dione found herself flustered. She stretched out her arm. “Waaait!”
“Arrrgh!”
Dione grabbed Illy by the neck with her fingers, like she was catching
a dragonfly. The difference in their physiques was enormous, and Illy
was struggling.
“Aaah! What?!”
Dione had startled Illy. This happened sometimes when she moved,
even if she moved without the intention of harming anyone. She was
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“Ummm. Sorryyy. I have a favor to aaask.”
“Huh?”
“I want you to deliver a letter for me.”
“You do?” Illy put on her serious courier face. Once she heard the
word “letter,” she couldn’t stay silent. She slipped out of Dione’s
hand, landing on the ground. “No problem! I’ll deliver it wherever
you want!”
“Thank youuuu. I’m going to write it nooow.”
Dione picked up paper and a pencil. She had already decided what to
write. It was about the doppelgänger, and how important and
necessary it was for Lindworm to be the kind of town that welcomed
any monster. It should be easy to turn that into a letter.
Dione made up her mind and gripped the pencil.
“Ummm.”
She put the pencil to the paper, determined to write.
Snap.
“Aaaahh.”
It was no use. There was nothing that could be done.
Pull yourself together and try again. She grabbed another pencil and
wrote one letter.
Snap.
Snap, snap. Snap.
“Oooooooh.”
Snap, snap, snap.
Snap.
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“Ummm… Giant Goddess? I have to make deliveries this afternoon,
so I need to be going.”
“Ohhhhhh.”
“I’ll come back this evening, okay?”
“I-I’m sorryyy…”
Even though Dione still had a lot of extra pencils, at this rate, it would
take her an entire day just to write one letter. She didn’t even know if
she could finish it. But it was vital for Dione to write the letter, and
for Illy to deliver it, as quickly as possible.
“I-I’ll do my beeest! I’ll try harder than I have at anything in the last
one thousand yeeears!”
“Okay! I’ll be waiting!” Illy, with her infinite cheerfulness, laughed
as her crimson wings sparkled in the afternoon sun.
Apparently, Illy used to mope a lot, but it was hard to imagine that
looking at her today. The young harpy girl flapped those brightly
colored wings and flew off to Lindworm. Whenever she had time
between deliveries, she flew to the mountain peak. She’d become an
irreplaceable part of Dione’s life.
Now then.
“Let’s goooo!”
Dione. The clumsy Giant Goddess. The one who brought nothing
good when she moved. Even so, it was important for her to move her
hand now. She held the pencil—which to her was the equivalent of a
tiny needle in human terms—and began writing her letter. But as soon
as she grew too excited—
Snap.
“Oooohhhh!”
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Some rabbits hopped around her feet, as if to comfort her.

***

She did finish that day.

Surrounded by animals, Dione finally managed to write the letter she
needed to hand off to Illy. The words were scrawled out in the
continent’s official language, the common tongue. They looked like
wriggling lamia, and there were probably some old phrases mixed in
that would be hard to understand, but Dione believed that the
recipient of the letter would be able to decipher it, so she entrusted it
to Illy.
She believed that her thoughts, collected on the top of a mountain she
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 Case 06: The Mermaid with a Twin

The diva of the central plaza, the mermaid Lulala Heine, had just
woken up.
Lulala’s eyes opened to the morning light streaming into her
underwater home. Her bedroom décor included a modern bed made
from a giant clamshell and a waterproof arachne mattress. It was
extremely luxurious—worth ten coins—but this clamshell ensured she
slept soundly.
“Mmmm. Morning already?”
Lulala’s two sisters were in the clamshell with her.
Lulala was the oldest of five children. She had two younger sisters
and two younger brothers. The rent for Lulala’s house was cheap, so
they didn’t have a lot of room. A bedroom for each child was a luxury
they couldn’t afford.
“Remy, Soula, hurry! Wake up!”
“Mmmaah.”
“Just five more minutes.”
“No. Go help Mom.”
“Glub, glub.” Both of Lulala’s sisters let out bubbles of protest as
they left the clamshell bed.
Once she had them out of the room, Lulala began swimming. When
merfolk slept, they were essentially naked. Traditionally, it was
normal for both mermaids and mermen to spend their lives naked.
Clothes only got in the way in the water, so there was no need for
them to hold to the same customs as the women, men, and monsters
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The underwater clothing made by the arachne had recently become
quite popular among the merfolk. Furthermore, if Lulala didn’t wear a
bathing suit when she sang in the central plaza, not only would people
judge her, but it would reflect on all the merfolk living in the
Waterways.
More than anything, Lulala was embarrassed to show her chest in
front of men.
She hadn’t had this sense of shame in the sea. It was something she’d
developed only after living in the city, though she still didn’t mind
being naked among her own people.
Lulala put on her waterproof garment, made from a triangular piece of
cloth, and a mesh skirt. She could worry about her accessories, made
from merrow glass, later.
“Okay!”
She was still a bit sleepy.
Lulala slapped her cheeks, ready to begin the day.
The morning sun was growing brighter and brighter in the canal.

***

Breakfast was a feast: freshwater squid wrapped in waterweed, fish-

meat sausage stuffed in shrimp shells, and several freshly caught river
fish. Each of the small dishes were lined up on the table, which was
made from a sea turtle shell. Lulala didn’t think they’d be able to eat
so much in one morning. She gave her a mother a look.
“M-mother, what is this?”
“Hehehe. A man at the market said he got a big catch today.” Lulala’s
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Lindworm was far from the ocean, so most of the fish were caught in
the Vivre River. Fish were one of merfolk’s main food sources, and
the river contained a wide variety. In one area of the river, there was
even a breeding ground where waterweed, shellfish, shrimp, squid,
and octopus were grown for food. River fish weren’t generally eaten
on the mainland because they smelled and went bad quickly, but that
wasn’t an issue for merfolk. Fish tasted the best when they were
freshly caught and served raw with seasonings.
The foods merfolk ate were very different from those eaten by land
dwellers. Generally, merfolk didn’t cook. They also didn’t eat liquids,
like soups or sauces. They loved natural, freshly caught seafood.
“I want sausage!”
“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
“Finders keepers, Van!”
“Syd! You’ll make Soula cry again!”
“She’s fine. The waterweed squid is good! Om-nom-nom.”
“Lulala! Can I have seconds?”
“Syd, don’t eat so much! Make sure everyone gets their share.”
The growing children had healthy appetites, and all their favorite
foods were lined up on the table. Some said that merfolk couldn’t
cook, but if you asked Lulala, just heating something up over a fire
wasn’t cooking. Merfolk were skilled at making foods delicious, even
underwater.
Lulala loved eating the shrimp-shell sausage, shell and all. She looked
at her mother as she took a bite. Her mother looked happy surveying
the lively dining table.
“Mom?”
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“Why, did I do something?”
“No Lulala. It’s just…I don’t think we’ve ever eaten like this before.
Ever since you started singing in the plaza and earning money,
everyone has been eating well. Syd, Remy, Van, and Soula, and you,
of course. I made you suffer so much before.”
“Don’t cry! You’re so dramatic.”
Lulala’s mother worked harder than anyone. The family had
originally lived in the sea, but, one day, their father suddenly told
them they would be moving to the new Waterways. But his business
there didn’t go well, and he soon found a new woman and returned to
the ocean. Lulala didn’t harbor any anger toward him, or his failure at
being a father, but she did wish he’d at least left them some money. In
that way, Lulala was a realist.
In that way, she thought, she was unlike her mother.
Her mother had light skin and delicate features. She was thin for a
mermaid, perhaps because she was from a deep part of the ocean. She
was more like the merfolk in fairy tales. Lulala’s skin was tanned, and
she was envious of her mother’s fair complexion. She also wished
she’d inherited her mother’s graceful and composed mannerisms.
“Lulala, you’ll be home late tonight, right?”
“Yes, today is the celebration for Tisalia’s promotion.”
“Well, have fun! And don’t drink too much!”
“This is work, Mother!” Lulala raised her voice. Her mother seemed
to think she was going out to have a good time.
Tisalia had recently been promoted to rank two, so Kay and Lorna
had called all of Tisalia’s friends to a celebration at the Giant Squid’s
Inn. She wondered how many people in the town would come to a
celebration for the sole daughter of Kimmeria and Hephthal Scythia.
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matter what they said, she got the feeling Sapphee and Tisalia were
close.
And if Sapphee were there, then Dr. Glenn would be too…
“Got it!”
“No!”
Her brother Syd was trying to take her waterweed wrap. Lulala
stopped him by quickly slapping his hand away. Syd always tried to
take things from people. As his older sister, she needed to discipline
him properly.
“When will you guys be done eating? Don’t you have work to do?!”
“Yessss!” they all answered in unison.
Syd was apprenticing as a sailor; Remy worked on decorations for the
canal parade; and Van helped out at the gondola stall. Now that
everyone had a place to work, the Heine household’s circumstances
had improved significantly. The youngest, Soula, stayed home and
helped their mother.
There was a saying, There is no leisure for the poor. The truth was
that, as a family of six, they were still struggling.
Lulala was the breadwinner, and as the oldest sister, she disciplined
her younger siblings strictly. While she had gained popularity as the
diva of the central plaza, she still didn’t make nearly as much as the
more experienced divas in the canal.
I need to work harder…
“Okay, I’m leaving now, Mother.”
Lulala put on her merrow glass accessories and was ready to go.
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“It’s not that early. I have to greet the madam at the inn, too. And I
have a meeting with the orchestra. Goodbye!”
Lulala’s home was a series of ruins that had been rebuilt for the
merfolk, sunken at the bottom of the canal. The inside was protected
from the strong current, but once Lulala swam outside, she found
herself on a one-way path full of aquatic monsters. Lulala’s mother
and siblings saw her off as she disappeared into the crowd.
She stuck out her tongue just a little as she swam.
Lulala took out a sausage she had hidden in her skirt and felt only a
little guilty for hiding it from her family. She headed not toward the
Giant Squid’s Inn, where she would be working today, but to the
deserted No. 4 canal.
She had lied. She didn’t need to be at work so early.
As she swam closer to Canal No. 4, she saw fewer and fewer
monsters.
But…
Lulala had important business to attend to that day.

***

“Ptooey!”
When Lulala arrived at a dead end at the edge of Canal No. 4, she
poked her head above the surface of the water. The moment she did,
her body switched from branchial to pulmonary respiration. She spit
the excess water out of her mouth and began breathing air. Lulala had
almost died from a respiratory disease once but had recovered thanks
to Glenn’s treatment.
Canal No. 4 wasn’t used often. Since it was a dead end, and because
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In the Merrow Waterways, the sewage canals and the residential
canals were strictly separated, but there was no way to mask the
unpleasant smell in the air. As a result, land dwellers never passed by
Canal No. 4.
So, why had Lulala come this far?
“Hello? I’m here.”
The merfolk language was specialized for speaking underwater, so
when Lulala was on land, she used the official language of the
continent. Before Lulala even knew whether the thing could
understand language, she had repeatedly tried speaking to it. It
seemed to somewhat understand the official language.
The thing was sitting motionless in one corner of the canal’s dead
end. As far as Lulala knew, it never moved from this spot. But she
didn’t think it was incapable of moving.
“Were you a good girl?”
Lulala spoke to the thing as if it were a child.
It didn’t reply to her, but after some time, it nodded.
So, it does understand the official language.
The thing was Lulala.
“I only brought a little. It’s raw, but do you think you can eat it?”
“…” The thing—a young girl with Lulala’s face—nodded in response
to her question.
The thing took the shrimp-shell sausage Lulala had brought for it. At
first, it just stared at it, but, eventually, it put it in its mouth.
Lulala didn’t know what the thing liked to eat, but it finished all the
seafood she brought from home. It never complained, so Lulala
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It was the doppelgänger that everyone in town was talking about.
It really concentrates when it eats, Lulala thought as she watched this
thing with the same face as her.
She had heard the rumors: people saying they saw something that
looked exactly like someone they knew. But Lulala never thought it
would appear with her own face.
“Hey, if you’re going to mimic me, make sure you mimic my
beautiful singing voice too.”
“………”
The doppelgänger said nothing. It looked exactly like Lulala, but
there were two differences, one being that it didn’t talk. It seemed to
understand language, but it never spoke.
The second difference was obvious if you looked at its lower body.
There were no scales or tail like you would find on merfolk. Instead,
it had grown two human legs.
That’s right, the other Lulala was completely human.
“You’re not going to mimic me exactly? That’s weird.” Lulala
splashed the water forcefully with her tail.
She jumped out of the water with the skill of a dolphin and sat on the
stone street. If someone saw us sitting here together with the same
face, it would certainly cause a fuss, she thought.
Two weeks had passed since she first met the thing. Lulala had just
happened to have some extra time, and she ended up in Canal No. 4.
There weren’t a lot of people here, but sometimes copper coins
flowed down this way. Tourists from the main waterway dropped
things, and they ended up at the end of the waterway. Lulala hadn’t
been able to break the habit of searching for change from back when
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The first time she met the doppelgänger, it didn’t have Lulala’s face.
So, whose face had it been? She couldn’t describe it. It looked like
someone she knew. It looked both male and female. It was a face with
a mysterious composition, like an illusion. But Lulala, who liked to
care for things, couldn’t leave it alone.
The doppelgänger hadn’t run away like she’d heard in the rumors. It
just seemed forlorn. After their first meeting, Lulala went home to
collect some food for it. When she came back, the doppelgänger had
already changed its face to look exactly like her. It was just like
staring into a mirror.
Lulala had met the thing many times since then. The biscuit she’d
received from Lorna went to the doppelgänger, which happily
gobbled up the homemade treat—or at least, it looked that way.
“I don’t know what your situation is, but you’ll feel better if you eat
something.”
“…”
The thing nodded.
It seemed timid, or maybe lacking in self-confidence, which reminded
Lulala of her mother and little sister, Soula. Perhaps that was why she
couldn’t just leave it alone.
“You ate it all up. Were you hungry?”
“…” The thing nodded.
“I don’t know how long I can keep bringing you food. You need to
search for things to eat on your own… But you don’t have any
clothes. I guess you can’t go out to the city like that.”
“…” Another nod.
“Hmmmm. I could ask Arahnia. But—”
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The doppelgänger was unexpectedly friendly. Even though it didn’t
talk, it stared intently at Lulala, changing its facial expression in
response to her words. It seemed especially interested in hearing
about Lulala, her family, and the women she admired, Sapphee and
Arahnia.
“Tell me, why do you have legs?”
“…?”
“Don’t you know any fairy tales? The little mermaid traded her voice
for legs. Then she went to meet the man she loved.”
“…” The thing shook its head.
“If I were the little mermaid, I would probably look like you.”
“…”
The man she loved.
The man Lulala loved…was the man who’d saved her when she
nearly drowned. It wasn’t like they were separated by the gulf
between land and sea. She saw him sometimes in the central plaza, so
she didn’t need to sacrifice the voice she was so proud of to get legs.
Even so, when she saw the doppelgänger with human legs, she
couldn’t help but imagine.
“Ugh!”
A fantasy was playing out in her head. Lulala had become human and
was walking through the shopping street in Lindworm, arm in arm
with Dr. Glenn. When she cried out, the image disappeared.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
“…” The thing looked around frantically.
Seeing an emotionally unstable Lulala flustered the doppelgänger. It
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taken on that form was because of Lulala’s anguish. It wasn’t like
Lulala to push her troubles onto someone she didn’t know.
Still, Lulala hoped she could find a way. Saphentite was a lamia, but
she liked Glenn all the same. Marriage between humans and monsters
was legal in Lindworm, and there were many inter-species couples. It
wasn’t impossible simply because Lulala was a mermaid.
“So, what are you going to do now?”
“…”
“Do you want to find Miss Kunai? She’ll talk to Skadi for you. Or
maybe it’s better to go to Tisalia? They take in orphans at the
mansion. Ah, but maybe that’s only centaur orphans. That won’t do.”
“…”
“Come on! Say something!” Lulala laid her hands on the stone.
The doppelgänger narrowed its eyes as if it were thinking about
something, but it didn’t speak. Perhaps the second Lulala, whose
voice had been stolen by the sea witch, couldn’t speak even if it
wanted to.
“Today, there’s a celebration for Miss Tisalia.”
“…”
“Miss Sapphee will be there, and Miss Arahnia too. But I’m sure all
of them…like Dr. Glenn.”
Dammit! thought Lulala.
Glenn Litbeit was a desirable man. What’s more, he was sought after
by many monster women. The reason was clear: No matter what kind
of monster, he always did everything he could to save them. And he
never looked more handsome than when he was intently
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Lulala’s specialty was love songs. Perhaps that’s why she was
especially sensitive to signs of love.
“…”
“Hmm? What?”
The doppelgänger was patting Lulala on the shoulder, of its own
accord. That had never happened before. Lulala had almost never
even seen the doppelgänger move on its own. Whenever she met the
doppelgänger, she gave it food, and, in exchange, the doppelgänger
listened to all her complaints. But now the fake Lulala was patting her
shoulder gently.
She found it encouraging.
After the doppelgänger had been patting her for some time, she
realized that she longed to receive that kind of support from someone.
All she did was sing in the central plaza—songs for people’s safety,
love, and life. That was Lulala’s job, and she enjoyed it. She could
even make a living at it, so she didn’t want to complain, but…
Oh.
The reason she talked to this doppelgänger, who did nothing but nod,
was because she wanted strength. The strength to sing for people.
“Hmmm… Thank you.”
“…” The doppelgänger smiled.
It was the same smile she’d seen so many times in her reflection. But
it felt…different. For the first time in her life, she understood just how
encouraging a smiling face could be.
Strange.
This doppelgänger had the city in an uproar and everyone scared, but
to Lulala, it was a comforting companion.
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“…?”
“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I have to sing at the inn today, so I need to
warm up my voice first. No one else will hear me here. It’s rare for
me to sing for just one person.”
“…” The doppelgänger nodded.
“What should I sing? A rhapsody? An aria? A requiem? Since it’s a
special occasion, maybe I should do a medley?”
She knew just the medley.
Lulala sang; she sang from her heart. She sang various types of songs,
believing it was the best way to show how she was feeling.
The doppelgänger smiled and clapped its hands as it listened.
“Hmm…”
Lulala’s throat was in perfect condition. Her gills were fine too. She
was sure work would go well today. Even if she was unsure about
love, she was sure she could do great things as a performer, no matter
what.
“Thank you. I’ll come back after I’m done with work.”
“…” The doppelgänger nodded.
It wasn’t as if Lulala never thought about what she was, why she was
here, or how she’d ended up in this situation, but none of that really
mattered to her. Today, in this moment, as she and the doppelgänger
smiled at each other—like smiling into a mirror—she knew for sure
that she had gained a best friend.
Apparently, Lulala didn’t have very high standards when it came to
choosing friends.

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That night, things went just like the rehearsal.
“———————♪”
Lulala sang with everything she had, filling the Giant Squid’s Inn
with her voice. She sang a traditional waltz from the western side of
the continent, singing it with all her heart, accompanied by the
orchestra. She sang with all her might, directly to Tisalia, who was
sitting on the balcony.
The Giant Squid’s Inn had a kraken madam and a small terrace
seating area that reached to the canal. An impromptu stage had been
constructed, just for the day, and Lulala sat on a chair, with half her
body in the water. The orchestra was made up of people who
performed in pubs around town as well as the Waterways parade.
Their music blended well with Lulala’s voice.
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When she finished singing the waltz, the crowd broke out in applause.
“That was amazing!”
The first one to say it was the guest of honor, Tisalia. Her hooves
clip-clopped as she ran to the waterway, nearly knocking Lulala over
with her greeting.
“Lulala, that song you sang for me was so amazing! Thank you so, so
much!”
“Heh… Congratulations on your promotion, Miss Tisalia!”
“Ohh, hohoho! Feel free to praise me as much as you want tonight!
The arena has finally seen what I can do!” It was just like Tisalia not
to show any modesty here.
She stood out from the crowd, adorned in her beautiful dress. And
whenever she laughed loudly, her guests called out things like,
“That’s great, my lady!” and “I knew you could do it, Princess!”
“B-but, Miss Tisalia, you’ve really gone all out today.”
When Lulala pointed this out, Tisalia’s face grew red.
“Uh.”
The bust of Tisalia’s dress was wide open. It was only held on by a
string tied around her neck. Most of her back was also exposed. As
usual, her hair was up in a bun, baring the nape of her neck as well.
Lulala blushed just from looking at her.
“Oh, this… Kay and Lorna… Um, well… Don’t look…”
“What are you saying, my lady? You’ll never use those in battle. This
is your chance to get some use out of them!”
“Don’t say such things!”
Seeing Tisalia in a dress like that, which showed off her impressive
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compete for Glenn’s attention. That must have been part of Kay and
Lorna’s plan when they selected the dress. To someone as small as
Lulala, this realization was like a punch to the gut.
In terms of exposure, Lulala’s water clothing matched Tisalia’s, but
she wasn’t even on the same scale when it came to her bust.
“Let’s stop talking about this! Lulala, come over here. There are still
plenty of the madam’s delicious dishes left. Kay, Lorna! Show the
diva where the food is.”
“You’re changing the subject from your naked body?”
“My lady, to secure the doctor’s admiration—”
“That’s enough! It’s just as important to show the diva a good time!”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“This way, Miss Lulala.”
“Okay!” Lulala jumped out of the canal and slid on her belly across
the stone terrace. Her movements looked like that of a seal, but
merfolk could move quite quickly over the ground in this manner.
She squirmed up onto a chair. Salted caviar on crackers were spread
out in front of her.
“Don’t mind if I do!” Lulala had had her eye on the most ­expensive
dish in the venue ever since she’d started singing.
It was a celebration worthy of the famous Scythia Transportation, a
name that resounded throughout the continent. The table was full of
food made from ingredients found in the sea where Lulala was born,
which made her nostalgic. She also felt a little guilty eating without
her family, but the food was part of her payment, so she ate to her
heart’s content.
The terrace of the inn was covered with a massive awning to keep out
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squid’s legs were holding it up. It wasn’t clear if the awning had been
made to match the name of the inn, or if the inn was named for the
awning.
Lulala looked around as she ate her caviar and crackers. Since it was a
celebration for the heir of Scythia Transportation, there were many
centaurs in attendance. But there were also some other familiar faces.
“Umm… Miss Tisalia?”
“Oh, is everything alright? Are you having trouble eating
something?”
“No, it’s not that… There are a lot of people here, huh?”
“Yes, we invited everyone we see regularly. Memé from the
workshop makes my armor and our practice spears, Arahnia makes
the cloth parts, and though it was only a formality, we invited the City
Council representative as well.”
“What? What did Miss Skadi have to do with your promotion? Some
kind of backroom deal?”
“We would never do something like that! It’s hard to explain, but
there’s a deep connection…”
“…?” Lulala cocked her head to one side.
There was no way for Lulala to know that Skadi had interfered the
day Tisalia was promoted. Tisalia mumbled, “Oh, and we know each
other from the clinic, too.”
“Oh, yes, I knew about that.”
“How in the world am I going to get this home?” Tisalia was looking
at a giant frame.
Inside the frame was…a snake? No, it was the exuvia of a lamia. As
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the corner of the frame, it said, “Congratulations on your promotion.
From, Litbeit Clinic.”
“W-wow, a lamia exuvia…”
“At first, I thought it was a prank. I mean, lamia exuviae are highly
coveted as good luck charms. And I don’t know where I could display
it in the company offices…”
She was complaining, but the fact that Tisalia was even thinking
about displaying it meant that she must have really liked Sapphee.
Also, the fact that Sapphee had put her own flawless exuvia in a
frame was also a sign of friendship. It must have taken a lot of effort
for Sapphee to shed it. But the contributor of the gift was nowhere to
be seen.
Lulala looked around the room. Generally, wherever Sapphee was,
Glenn would be close by. While Lulala searched for Sapphee, she also
looked for Glenn.
“She ordered some expensive wine too. Where did that serpentess run
away to?”
Lulala’s heart beat faster. Had Tisalia read her thoughts? Or noticed
her yearning for Glenn? Tisalia probably wasn’t the jealous type, even
if she had noticed. But if she were to discover how awkward Lulala
was when it came to love, even though she sang so many love songs,
it would be embarrassing, to say the least. Lulala wished she could
leave her feelings for Glenn at the bottom of the canal whenever she
came up on land.
Ahh.
That made her remember the doppelgänger. It was probably still in
the corner of the canal. She wished it could hold onto her yearning for
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“Who are you calling a ‘serpentess’?” Sapphee suddenly appeared,
patting Tisalia on the back of the neck.
“Heeee?!” Tisalia screamed and nearly jumped out of her own skin.
“Hey… Ugh! What are you doing?! You smell like alcohol!”
“It’s an open bar.”
“Go ahead, get your drink on! But if you pass out, I’m not carrying
you home!”
“Have I ever passed out before? Oh, good evening, Miss Lulala.”
Sapphee took a glass of wine from a nearby waitress with her tail.
Lulala wondered how much more she was going to imbibe, given how
clearly drunk she was already. Sapphee liked to drink.
“Weren’t you the one singing?” Sapphee smiled at Lulala, completely
ignoring Tisalia’s guffaw. “That waltz was perfect for me!”
Lulala thought of Sapphee as a sweet older sister, and she knew
Sapphee felt the same way. She’d been kind to Lulala when her gills
were damaged, and since then, Lulala had seen her a few times for
various reasons. Yet, even though Sapphee was in a position Lulala
should respect, she always felt uneasy around the lamia for some
reason. And whenever she saw Sapphee, she looked around in hopes
that Glenn would be with her.
“Oh, where is the doctor?” Tisalia said what Lulala had been thinking.
It seemed all the girls wanted the same thing.
“Well, he…ummm.”
“What is it? It’s not like you to slur your words.”
“He was with me until not too long ago… Then he said he was going
to see Lulala.”
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Coming to see her? But Lulala hadn’t seen Glenn at all that night. She
had been looking for him ever since she got to the Giant Squid’s Inn.
If she had seen him, she would have spoken to him.
“Maybe he missed you?” Tisalia jumped in. “But you were singing
here the entire time. I don’t see how that’s possible.”
“Maybe he went to the central plaza?”
“What?” This time, Tisalia cocked her head to the side as if she had
no idea what was going on. Lulala felt the same way.
“But…why?”
“If I knew that, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. He was
muttering about something, saying that he wasn’t going to be able to
have any fun at the party, so I left him.”
“Y-you… Do you have any idea how I felt when I invited him?! And
this embarrassing dress that I’m putting up with… You mean to say
he’s not coming?!”
“Settle down, Tisalia.”
“How can I settle down?! Oh, Doctor… When I invited him, he
promised he’d come… Am I really that unimportant to him?!”
“I told him that you wanted him to celebrate with you. He said he’d
definitely stop by later…”
“You better be telling the truth! I’m trusting you, Sapphee!”
“Please don’t get upset. The doctor will come, so long as he hasn’t
forgotten.” Sapphee took another drink of wine.
Lulala wondered if it was okay for her to drink so much. Merfolk
didn’t drink alcohol, so she didn’t really understand the appeal.
She had a bad feeling. Going to meet…me? She’d been at the inn the
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The inn wasn’t that far from the central plaza. Surely, by now, he
would have discovered she wasn’t there and returned.
Lulala remembered something. The other Lulala.
But how could Dr. Glenn know about her…
She didn’t know, but she was sure about one thing: If Glenn saw the
doppelgänger, even with its human legs, he would definitely think it
was Lulala. It had the exact same face as her. Even Lulala thought so.
“But I’m here,” Lulala said.
She decided to laugh out loud. Even when her gills were swollen and
her throat was sore, Lulala sang with everything she had. And she
never stopped smiling. So…she was fine, so long as she kept smiling.
Lulala felt a sharp pang of anxiety in her chest, like she was being
stabbed with a knife. But hiding that sort of feeling was her specialty.
“That’s so strange. What was the doctor thinking?”
“Seriously.” Sapphee drained her wine glass and let out a sigh. “The
doctor was…strange today. I wonder if it was really him.”
“Huh?”
“Maybe it was the doppelgänger…” The lamia laughed, as if she were
joking. If Sapphee couldn’t tell whether Glenn was real, then no one
could.
Lulala thought back to when she’d lived in the sea.
The sea was bottomless. As a child, Lulala had once swam so far
away that she sank into an abyss where no sunlight could reach. She’d
been chasing after beautiful fish and had forgotten about the depth.
But she immediately knew she was in an abyss by how cold it was. In
a world with no light, the coldness of the deep, deep water tells you
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“It couldn’t be…” Lulala let out a fake laugh. She was feeling a
coldness like that deep-sea water throughout her entire body.
She laughed hard with Tisalia. She exchanged words with Kay and
Lorna. She made small talk with Sapphee and spoke with Arahnia,
who looked like she was enjoying being alone. Then she acted as a
go-between for Memé and Illy, who were taking jabs at each other
about something or other. This all happened in a short amount of time
as she moved around the venue.
If a merfolk’s body is wet, it can slither around on its belly. Lulala
used that trick to move around the inn and make sure all the guests
saw her. Most of Lindworm’s monsters were at the celebration that
night. So long as she showed her face here and there, no one would
notice if she snuck out for a bit. She wasn’t just an innocent singer;
she was strategizing, though no one would ever suspect that from
looking at her face.
Lulala was cunning, desperate to live, loved to make money, and
would do anything for love. The mermaid in the fairy tale was the
same way. She’d wanted legs so badly that she was willing to give up
her voice.
Lulala snuck out to the Waterways, making sure the splash as she
entered the water was small that no one would notice her leaving. She
headed to the fountain in the central plaza, her normal place of work.
Once she arrived, she didn’t come out of the water right away. She
only poked her head up furtively.
They’re not here…
Many monsters have a nictitating membrane in their eyes. It is an
organ that birds, reptiles, frogs, and other animals have as well.
Basically, it’s a translucent film that protects the eyeballs. It is also
sometimes called a horizontal eyelid. Merfolk protect their eyes when
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membrane is highly advanced and, even if it is closed, allows for clear
visibility.
Lulala looked around the plaza with her membranes still closed. She
was nervous, afraid of getting caught for something she shouldn’t be
doing.
Maybe he didn’t mean the plaza…
Lulala moved away from the fountain, still hidden under the water. It
seemed like the doppelgänger would want to avoid places with a lot
of people, and the plaza was always bustling around the fountain.
Maybe Glenn and the doppelgänger were on a back street. There was
a narrow alley not far from the central plaza.
I’ll go check.
The Waterways were everywhere in Lindworm. But that didn’t mean
they were all comfortable for merfolk to travel through. The area
around the central plaza was better, but, even there, the water flow
was stagnant compared to the canal, and it was hard to breathe with
gills. In the southern area of the town, the water flowed even less, so
Lulala tried her best to avoid it. The closer she got to the back streets,
the weaker the current became, which meant less oxygen in the water.
Damn…
There weren’t many other merfolk in the Waterways at this time of
night. There were even fewer lamps, and it was getting hard to see in
the water.
Ouch!
But all her trouble was worth it. Lulala finally spotted someone in a
white coat at the end of an alley. Lulala stuck her head out of the
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 What? Miss Kunai?
For some reason, Kunai was next to Glenn. There was no reason for
her to be invited to the celebration, so it wasn’t strange that she was
out here. What bothered her was that Kunai had something on her
back… A casket? It was big enough that it could have easily held
Lulala.
Is it a date? No… No way.
The combination of Glenn and Kunai was… Well, it wasn’t
impossible. But the fact that she was holding a casket made it seem
unlikely that they were on a date.
Then Lulala saw a familiar face behind them.
There it is!
So, Glenn had gone to meet Lulala’s doppelgänger. She still didn’t
know why Kunai was there, but it looked like the three of them were
talking about something. Lulala couldn’t hear what they were saying
from where she was.
Hey… It can talk!
The fake Lulala was arguing about something. It had never spoken to
her down in the canal, had never let her hear its voice. Lulala wanted
to hear what they were talking about, but she balked.
What am I doing?
Why was she following Glenn and peeking out of the Waterways?
She’d come to express her love, but she’d never intended to take it
this far. Even if they weren’t on a date, whatever this was, it was none
of her business.
It’s nothing to do with…me.
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Glenn was probably only there to provide medical treatment for
someone. She didn’t want to get in the way of his job, and, most of
all, she didn’t want him to know that she had followed him.
If only she had legs like that doppelgänger. Would Glenn see her as a
woman then? She wondered if he’d heard her singing at the inn.
Ahhh… Lulala sunk back into the water.
It was a stupid idea. If she grew legs, she wouldn’t be able to sing
anymore. She might be able to walk next to Glenn, but she’d lose the
voice she was so proud of. If she couldn’t choose Glenn over her
voice, then she couldn’t become the little mermaid.
That was when it happened.
The thing appeared.
“What?”
Just when she was about to go home. Lulala stuck her face out of the
water and looked at the thing carefully.
What was it?
Lulala couldn’t explain what she was seeing. Skadi knew a lot of
things, so maybe she’d know. But Lulala had no idea how to describe
the doppelgänger’s true form, even though she’d seen something
similar in the sea before.
To be blunt, what she saw was…a lump of flesh.
It’s a blob…
That was the closest thing Lulala could think of.
Having lived in the sea, she knew that massive chunks of flesh were
sometimes cast ashore. They looked frightening. Land dwellers called
them blobs or globsters, but they were nothing to be repulsed by. The
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carcasses washed ashore by the waves. For some reason, though, they
didn’t look like whales to humans.
But it went without saying that carcasses didn’t move.
This lump of flesh moved, however.
It’s…alive?
It was a frightening sight. The lump of flesh had something that
looked like horns, and it was making writhing motions. Its flat
appearance made it look like a sea slug moving across the ocean floor,
but its red and black surface made it look like a corpse whose skin
was peeling off. The bottom of it was full of gaps which looked like
mouths. Lulala wondered if the chunk of flesh had a real mouth as
well. A big one. She imagined it opening that mouth wide.
She decided to call it a blob, for the time being.
Glenn, Kunai, and the fake Lulala didn’t seem surprised at the
appearance of the blob at all.
“There it is!”
Lulala heard Kunai’s voice.
Kunai threw down the casket and stood in front the others,
confronting the blob. As bodyguard to the Draconess, she showed no
fear facing the unknown chunk of flesh. Kunai balled her fist, looking
straight at it with her keen eyes.
The blob opened its mouth wide, making a glub-sound.
I was right, thought Lulala.
The chunk of flesh looked just like a frog when it opened its mouth.
What was Kunai going to do? Her specialty—boxing—wouldn’t do
anything against a blob.
It would be better to try defeating them with a water gun. Just as
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 GULP.
“Aaaaghhh?!”
Kunai was swallowed whole by the blob’s giant mouth.
“Noooooo!” Lulala immediately realized her folly in letting her voice
be heard.
Glenn turned around when he heard her scream. Now he would
definitely figure out that she’d been following him.
“Lulala?! What are you doing here?”
“Oh. Uh! Don’t worry about me! What about Miss Kunai?!”
“Oh, she’s fine.”
“Whaaaat?!” Lulala screamed again, frustrated by Glenn’s lack of
interest.
But Glenn was calmly observing the blob. Having swallowed Kunai
whole from her head to her feet, the blob was now acting strange. It
wriggled and squirmed, as if it were in pain. Something poked out of
its body, but not like a tentacle or a horn; something else. The blob no
longer looked like it was rearing up to attack.
“Does it seem like it’s…in pain?”
“Doppelgänger, is this right?”
Even though their faces were identical, Glenn seemed to be able to
distinguish between the doppelgänger and Lulala. He didn’t think in
the slightest that Lulala had grown legs. When Lulala thought about
it, it seemed obvious. She was glad. She wasn’t the mermaid from the
fairy tale; she wouldn’t grow legs.
But that was fine. She felt like Glenn was telling her that she was a
mermaid, so it was only natural that she had a mermaid’s body and
lived in the Waterways. Even if it were only her own assumption, she
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It may have been her imagination, but Lulala thought she saw a streak
of light appear in the blob’s body.
“Oof.”
The blob’s body tore from the inside. The amorphous flesh split, and
Kunai appeared with a dagger in her hand.
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let you eat me!”
After being swallowed, she’d made her escape from inside the body
with a dagger. Kunai’s martial arts skills were so advanced that she
could do things Lulala never would have dreamed of. She’d easily
bisected this unknown thing.
Kunai jumped out of the blob’s body. She rolled down the alley and
landed on one knee. She was covered in some sort of sticky slime, but
unharmed.
“I’m sure I wouldn’t taste good anyway,” she said, in a self-
deprecating way.
After being sliced through with a dagger, the blob was limp. It didn’t
show any signs of movement. It seemed like Kunai had exterminated
it by pretending to let herself be eaten.
But it was all a mystery.
What was the relationship between Glenn and the doppelgänger?
What was the blob that had suddenly appeared and eaten Kunai?
Lulala wanted to ask Glenn to explain, but he was staring at the blob
intently.
“Dr. Glenn, thank you for your help.”
Kunai looked down into the waterway. Her keen eyes stopped on
Lulala’s face.
“Lulala! Behind you!”
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Behind her, in the waterway, was another blob with its mouth wide
open. It was about to swallow her.
“Aggh!”
Lulala moved quickly. She used her tail to slap the surface of the
water with all her might. On the rebound, she jumped out of the
water. Her landing didn’t go well, and she ended up smacking the
ground with her stomach, but she gained some ground. Then she used
her slimy body to slip away.
But—
Agh… It’s too fast…
The blob jumped out of the water and thrust itself at Lulala with its
mouth wide open. The one that had swallowed Kunai was nothing
compared to the speed of this one.
Ahh.
Lulala now realized that the last one must have already been in a
weakened state. When she thought about it now, these blobs were like
a cross between a sea slug and a frog, adapted to the water. The one
that had been in the water until only a moment ago had strength to
spare. It wriggled forward quickly, aiming for Lulala.
Agh!
Lulala closed her eyes without thinking. She was sure she tasted
better than Kunai, a corpse. She had been chased by a shark in the sea
before, but this blob was far more massive than the shark had
been…and it was quick. She couldn’t run away.
Somebody called her name; it was either Glenn or Kunai. Maybe it
was both of them. Lulala had closed her eyes in fear of being eaten, so
she didn’t know who was calling out to her.
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Who was it that called her now?
She heard her name a third time. Something hit her and sent her
flying. That’s when she opened her eyes. In front of her was a face
identical to hers.
Lulala had protected Lulala.
“Oh…”
It couldn’t speak. It was like the fairy tale, as if its voice had been
stolen. She wanted to call the doppelgänger by its name, but Lulala
didn’t know what the girl with her face was called.
GULP.
At that moment, the other Lulala who had protected her was
swallowed whole by the blob.

***

Glenn Litbeit had some regrets.

He hadn’t realized that Lulala was in the alley, and that was why
Lulala had been put in danger.
“Doctor… Doctor!”
“It’s okay. You’re okay, Lulala.”
“It’s not okay. I-I was eaten!” Lulala must have been confused. She
was crying and yelling.
That doppelgänger did have the same face as Lulala. If they’d had any
sort of exchange in the canal, then it would make sense that they had
the same face. Glenn held Lulala, calming her down as he checked the
situation.
The chunk of flesh that had first appeared was still, same as when it
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Lulala’s face had described it. It looked horrifying, but it had lost all
its will to act. Sure, it had mistakenly eaten Kunai, but now it had
gone limp. The other chunk of flesh, which had eaten the Lulala
doppelgänger, was soaking wet but silent. It didn’t seem like it had
lost its strength, nor did he think it would stop moving just because it
ate the doppelgänger.
“Umm, Doctor… What should I…”
“Listen to me, Lulala. This is very important, so I need to you listen
closely. The doppelgänger was your friend, right?”
“Friend—yes. Yes, it was! I’m sure we were friends…” Lulala had
had her doubts until she saw it with her own eyes.
“In that case you don’t need to worry. Those are all doppelgängers.”
“Huh?” Lulala’s eyes widened.
It wasn’t something even Glenn could fully understand.
“Let me explain.” Kunai moved to a spot where she could shield
Glenn and Lulala. Her movements were that of an experienced
bodyguard. Lulala couldn’t have asked for more.
Kunai continued speaking without taking her eyes off the chunk of
flesh. “The Lindworm patrol team was concerned about the rumors
around town, so they have been tracking the doppelgänger for some
time now. They couldn’t catch it, but then Dr. Cthulhy shared her
opinion with the Draconess that the doppelgänger was traveling
through the Waterways. The patrol team took extreme care and was
finally able to track down the doppelgänger, but—”
“Th-they didn’t catch it?”
“The opposite. They caught too many.”
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Glenn had, of course, been dumbfounded when he heard this report
too. The shapeless chunks of flesh—the true form of the
doppelgängers—had been found in the Waterways. Many of them.
“Within a few days of searching, they found ten creatures that looked
like those chunks of flesh. Each one was about the size of a piglet,
and they were all slow-witted. It was easy to catch them.”
“Oh…”
“But once they were caught, the problem was keeping them. At first,
they were put in sealed bins, but the doppelgängers were able to open
them from the inside. They ran away immediately. Then, they were
kept in a locked room, but they stretched through the cracks and
unlocked the door. It was really quite the problem.”
That had been the case with the heart at the hospital as well.
These doppelgängers couldn’t be contained. Someone had come up
with the idea to collect them all in one place and burn them, but the
Draconess wouldn’t allow it. She wouldn’t stand for the death penalty
when no crime had been committed.
“Th-then what happened?”
“Dione from the harpy village gave us the biggest hint.”
“The…Giant Goddess? Illy visits her often.”
“That’s right. The Giant Goddess wrote us a letter.”
Dione had written a letter to Glenn.
The letter said that the doppelgänger was, in fact, an ancient being
called a shoggoth. It was especially adept at dividing itself into pieces.
As well—
“It seems the doppelgänger has a nucleus that can instruct all of the
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“The doppelgänger was able to collect various, disparate pieces of
information to circumvent the arena guards and the patrol team. That
would be impossible for just one monster. Dione figured out that not
only could it collect this information, as easily as fairies can, it could
also integrate that information and give appropriate instructions based
on it. The doppelgänger was actually a group of many individuals.”
“A…group?” Lulala had nothing but questions for what Glenn was
saying.
“So we’ve been searching for the piece giving the instructions,
directing the divided parts—the nucleus. We figured we could reason
with it.”
“Th-this is confusing…”
Squish.
The chunk of flesh that had eaten the fake Lulala moved. No—the
fake Lulala must have instructed it to move—and to eat it. If Lulala
understood everything she had been told so far, that fake Lulala was
the nucleus Glenn and the others had been searching for.
“Lulala, the doppelgänger that you met was the nucleus.”
“Wh-what? What?” Lulala still didn’t quite understand.
The chunk of flesh wriggled and stacked itself on top of the other
chunk of flesh, the one that had failed to eat Kunai. So, these chunks
of flesh were being directed by the fake Lulala, and that’s why they
gathered here. The doppelgänger scraps that had scattered throughout
Lindworm were now becoming one.
“The celebration was a front for the plan to bring the doppelgängers
together. We figured that if everyone was at the celebration, then no
one would be in this alley.”
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“No, that was my fault. I don’t know what the patrol is doing. I told
them to keep watch so that no one would come in…” Kunai shook her
head. She had a gentle smile on her face. If Lulala had snuck through
the Waterways, then the patrol team wouldn’t have noticed her.
Glenn was watching the chunks of flesh that had just become one.
They were no longer the hideous red and black forms that they had
been only moments ago. They had turned into a translucent slime-like
form, as if the chunks were more controlled as a single unit.
But that thought only lasted a moment. The gel-like body converged,
and the doppelgänger changed forms again. The process resembled a
slime’s transformation. Now, the previous chunks of flesh were out of
the nucleus’s control, probably because they’d been separated from it
for so long.
“Doppelgänger, can you hear me?” Glenn didn’t know if this was the
correct way to address it.
But the small form, which now looked like Skadi, nodded.
“You took on the form of Skadi and infested her body. When you
were cut out of her, you needed a new food source. Were you
searching for a new host?”
The doppelgänger nodded again.
The objective of all parasites was clearly to use the nutrients of their
hosts. This doppelgänger had become Skadi’s heart and altered her
veins, taking in her blood. Dragon blood was a precious alchemical
material and had no equivalent. It must have been a valuable source of
nutrients as well.
But Glenn had removed the doppelgänger from Skadi’s body.
“Have you already found a new host? After separating into pieces and
circulating Lindworm, did you find a suitable place?”
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The doppelgänger had an extremely high aptitude for learning. It
knew well why it had failed at infesting Skadi’s body—it had affected
the body of its host. Plus, there was a doctor in this town. Infesting
someone else just meant it would be removed again. To figure out
how to live without being a parasite or wanting for nutrients, it had
taken on the form of people in the town so that it could observe other
living beings.
“I am a doctor. And you are having trouble living. In other words, you
are not in a healthy state, and I want to help you.”
“…”
“Skadi said she will forgive you. She is still recovering, and she
doesn’t plan to hold a grudge. But if you are going to cause harm to
the residents, you can’t stay in this town.” Glenn’s face was stern.
While it wasn’t a problem that the doppelgänger had divided and
spread throughout the city, it was a problem that each of the
individual parts had begun acting on their own. The chunks of flesh
weren’t trying to infest people as parasites; they were trying to obtain
nutrients, as predators. The possibility of residents being attacked
made Glenn anxious.
In the letter from Dione, she said that if the doppelgänger lacked
nourishment, there was a possibility it would cause direct harm by
becoming predatory. When that happened, the piece would no longer
listen to the directions of the nucleus and would continue hunting.
Lulala had narrowly escaped being eaten.
But before that could happen, the doppelgänger had bravely shielded
Lulala. The doppelgänger was unlike other living creatures, but that
didn’t mean it was incompatible with them. It did not view life
lightly. Glenn believed that meant he could reason with it.
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With the help of the patrol team, they’d found the nucleus hidden in
the Waterways. When Kunai heard the report, she was surprised. She
didn’t understand why the nucleus looked exactly like Lulala but
didn’t have the lower body of a mermaid.
The nucleus hadn’t become predatory because Lulala had been
sneaking it food. Therefore, the nucleus hadn’t lost the original intent
of the doppelgänger and was trying to figure out a way to become one
again with all of its divided parts. This was in line with Skadi’s desire
to immobilize the doppelgänger.
“The Draconess has a proposal.” Kunai, who had been standing by
listening, pulled over the coffin. “Doppelgänger, if you plan to live in
the town…she will prepare an appropriate occupation for you in the
district on the north side. The duties of the job are probably too easy
for you.”
“…”
“The conditions of the deal are that you are not allowed to attack
anyone ever again. What is your answer?”
The doppelgänger was silent.
The coffin Kunai had prepared held a skeleton. Skadi had come up
with the whole idea. She thought the doppelgänger might be able to
become the face the town needed with these bones. In other words, by
borrowing the face of someone who was no longer part of this world.
That way, the doppelgänger would no longer take on the image of
others.
The bones in the coffin belonged to a skeleton that had already
passed—the former manager of the graveyard city. Skadi was
proposing that the doppelgänger occupy the skeleton and become the
manager.
The doppelgänger looked at Lulala and nodded. “I…accept
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The doppelgänger shifted its body. It turned into its slime form and
pressed its jiggling body into the coffin. In a moment, the coffin was
filled to the brim with a semi-transparent gel-like substance. It wasn’t
long before the skeleton began to change. A protean substance was
attached to the manager’s bones, and that flesh started to take form.
The doppelgänger had never met the previous manager, but it seemed
to be reproducing its living form based on the shape of the bones.
More and more flesh covered the skeleton. At the very least, the face
and the hair were a reproduction of what the skeleton might have
looked like in life. The body was still semi-transparent, and the
skeleton inside showed through. Something like small air bubbles
dotted its torso.
The face was pale, the goggling eyes striking—a defining
characteristic of this new being. It was strikingly beautiful, and
seemed cold, but those eyes gave it a certain charm.
“Acquiring body information from bones. Reproducibility, 47%. No
impediments. Glenn Litbeit. Lulala Heine. Kunai Zenow.
Acknowledged. Commence activity. Am I conversing?”
“Y-yes it seems fine.”
“No impediments in conversation ability, communication.” The
doppelgänger stood up.
It was completely naked, but it just looked like gelatin stuck to bones.
There was nothing suggestive about its appearance. Its method of
talking was stiff, but that seemed to be the nature of the
doppelgänger’s thoughts.
“Permission requested to ask a question.”
“Uhh… You don’t have to be so obedient. We are residents of the
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“Understood. No obedience. Glenn Litbeit categorized as ‘town
resident.’” The response was still stiff. The doppelgänger looked
straight at Glenn with its goggling eyes. “We are currently acting in
the interest of nutrient supply. We have no objection to executing the
new duties, but if there is no nutrient supply, activities will cease
or…a shift to predatory state is possible.”
“You will be paid a salary, and you can also send for fresh foods from
the Aluloona Plantation.” Kunai answered the doppelgänger’s
question.
The doppelgänger let out a breath of either disgust or exhaustion,
Glenn didn’t know which. It was hard to read the cold expression in
its big eyes.
“Understood. We will execute duties under those conditions. That was
all we were looking for when we divided. A new nutrient supply…”
“What kind of food do you like?”
“Beef.” It answered right away. Considering it essentially preyed on
other living things, this seemed like a natural request. “Acquired body
for activity and means of nutrient supply. Will now execute duties as
manager of graveyard city. Lulala Heine.”
“Huh? Oh, yes?”
The doppelgänger had called on Lulala without changing its facial
expression. She hadn’t been expecting it to speak to her. She was
having enough trouble following all of this.
“Thank you.” The doppelgänger smiled. Its face was supposed to
have changed to someone else’s, but in that moment, the smile looked
just like Lulala.
Lulala was dumbstruck.
Just when she’d thought that the doppelgänger with her face had been
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know to become human. Lulala had heard of the graveyard city, but
she hadn’t realized that the manager was gone. And now the
doppelgänger was the new manager?
She couldn’t keep up.
“Thanks to Lulala Heine’s aid, we were supplied with nutrients. That
made it easy to maintain the nucleus, and we were able to propose a
solution to Glenn Litbeit and Kunai Zenow. We will be able to return
to a single existence.”
“Ah, y-yes?”
“Also, of the many imitations, the Lulala Heine imitation provided the
greatest opportunity for learning. We collected information about
language and emotion, and details about the human relationships and
social order in the town.”
“I-I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
The words the doppelgänger was using were too difficult for Lulala,
who had never attended school. But she did understand that she was
being thanked many times over. All she had done was treat the
doppelgänger as a friend, but it seemed that that had been good for it.
She’d never thought that simply bringing it food and speaking to it
would lead to this.
“In that case, we will use a means of communication other than
language.” The doppelgänger held out its hand.
The hand was covered with a semi-transparent purple substance, and
bones were visible through it. But the doppelgänger’s bones weren’t
eroded like the corpses Lulala had seen in the ocean. The skeleton
must have been skillfully embalmed.
Lulala knew what it meant when a hand was extended, so she grabbed
the doppelgänger’s hand. It felt a bit slimy, but that wasn’t a problem
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“Lulala, what did you tell it?”
“Oh, uh well…”
“That is a confidential matter. Set to maximum security level. In local
slang terms, ‘girl talk.’” The doppelgänger used difficult words, but it
was still understandable.
Perhaps it really is a mischievous being, thought Lulala. It was hard
to tell from the lack of facial expression, but its words seemed
humorous.
“Oh, Doctor, the celebration…”
“Oh… That’s right. I wonder if Sapphee is mad. I haven’t greeted
Miss Tisalia yet, even though she invited me…”
Lulala remembered why she was there.
When she thought about it, she’d gotten caught up in this mess
because she went searching for Glenn after noticing he wasn’t at the
celebration. It would have been the perfect opportunity to see
him…but he had this all planned out.
She’d almost been eaten by a blob.
That was right. It was all Glenn’s fault.
Lulala was on land now, and Glenn just happened to be holding on to
her, supporting her upper body. If she’d grown legs, there would be
no need for him to do so. She decided to stay put for a bit and enjoy
the moment, even though she could never tell Sapphee about it.
“Let’s sing a song.” The doppelgänger abruptly spoke. “A song
Lulala Heine sang many times.”
“Huh?”
“We speak with a great deal of difficulty. We have determined that it
is challenging to correctly express gratitude. Songs rapidly improve
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“Oh, ummm…” She didn’t really understand.
Before Lulala could stop it, the doppelgänger began singing.
“———————♪”
It was a requiem.
The voice was exactly like Lulala’s. So, it wasn’t just appearances
that it could mimic, it could also imitate voices. The vibrato, trills,
and breathing were all precisely the same as Lulala.
The doppelgänger wasn’t singing. It was simply reproducing Lulala’s
singing voice. But the sound was still full of emotion.
“…”
It was just like the doppelgänger had said. Even though its voice was
really her voice, its feelings were conveyed clearly.
Lulala tightened her hold on Glenn. He would probably stay by her
side for as long as she was on land.
I wonder if it’s okay.
She glanced at Glenn, wondering if her feelings of love would be
conveyed to him through the doppelgänger’s song, even though that
was an impossibility. Someday, when she grew up—when she was
Sapphee’s age—Lulala thought she might have the courage to tell
Glenn how she felt. Even if she never grew legs, she would always
have her voice. And if she became a charming mermaid, then maybe
she could charm him.
For now, she would keep her feelings hidden in the water.
Lulala chuckled to herself, mischievously imagining Glenn’s face
when she would tell him about her feelings. She was looking forward
to it.
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The two voices rang through the night.
Lulala felt as if meeting the girl with the same face as her had made
her life as a mermaid more fun, as if she had been given
courage…and a secret.
She was so, so very happy.

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 Epilogue: The Doppelgänger of
Graveyard City

Glenn immediately wrote a reply to Dione.

In his letter, he mentioned the fake heart, the shoggoth/doppelgänger
and the fact that she—yes, she—was now the manager of the
graveyard city. He gave Dione a detailed account of her many faces
and forms, and how she became a member of the town.
They’d been able to find the fake Lulala—the nucleus—all thanks to
Dione’s letter. Dione was the one who’d given them the details of
shoggoth biology. Glenn thought the kind-hearted Giant Goddess
would be glad to learn that the doppelgänger had been assigned to
manage the graveyard city, and that she’d been given a form
appropriate to the role.
He also wrote about the celebration.
After the incident, Sapphee had, of course, interrogated him. He’d
also ended up listening to Tisalia ramble on about her match. Lulala
seemed to be in high spirits. She sang many more songs once they’d
returned to the party.
Dione would probably have wanted to come. But she would also
probably say that it was enough for her just to read Glenn’s letter.
Glenn wanted to visit her and see how she was doing, but without
wings, the peak of the Vivre Mountains was a bit too far away. At
least corresponding by letter would make Dione smile.
“Doctor, are you ready?”
Just as he finished writing the letter, he heard Sapphee’s voice, as if
she had timed it that way on purpose.
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“Okay.”
He’d leave visiting Dione to people who could easily make it up the
mountain. Glenn had enough on his plate simply taking care of those
he was able to visit. The Vivre Mountains may be too far, but he
could at least make it to the outskirts of Lindworm.
Well.
It was hard to tell what the true face of the person he was going to see
that day might be.

***

“Well, I never.”
A few days had passed since Tisalia’s celebration. Glenn was on his
way to Deadlich Graveyard City with Sapphee. The road up the hill
that led to the graveyard city was somber as always.
They were going to the graveyard city because the new manager, the
doppelgänger, had invited them. Apparently, she’d heard that Glenn
was a doctor.
“I think the manager should have come to the city,” complained
Sapphee, holding a parasol as she walked.
“I’m sure it’s awkward for her. She caused quite a fuss. Her divided
parts really behaved violently. A lot happened.”
“Yes, it does seem that a lot happened, Dr. Glenn. Of course, I only
heard about everything after the fact.”
Sapphee’s words stung. She was still mad that he had kept her out of
the loop during the ordeal.
“I said I was sorry. The doppelgänger was causing nothing but
problems, and I knew it was going to be dangerous, so I couldn’t get
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“I’m not saying you should have taken me with you. But if I’d known
what was going on, then I could have instructed Lulala better at the
celebration. She went looking for you.”
“Hmm…” That had definitely been Glenn’s biggest mistake in this
ordeal.
He’d put Lulala in danger. In the end, she was unscathed, but that was
only because the doppelgänger had shielded her from the part of it
that had become violent. Glenn deeply regretted letting Lulala get
involved.
“If I hadn’t complained to Lulala about how you were gone…”
“No, that’s not right, Sapphee.”
“I’d been drinking…” If there was alcohol available, then Sapphee
would drink, but that wasn’t the issue.
Glenn was at a loss for what to say to her.
His own thoughtlessness had made even Sapphee, whom he hadn’t
wanted to involve, feel bad. It was easy to tell Sapphee that it wasn’t
her fault, but would she accept that fact with just his words?
“Saphentite Neikes, I declare that you were 0% at fault for what
transpired.”
They heard a mechanical-sounding voice.
“99% of the fault in this issue lies with us, the parties involved. The
attempted predation of Lulala Heine was also our doing. The biggest
factor was that we were unable to control ourselves as a unified being.
Therefore, the fault of Saphentite Neikes is nil.”
“You…” When had the doppelgänger shown up?
It seemed they’d reached the graveyard city. They hadn’t been paying
attention while they were walking, then suddenly, they came upon
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to Sapphee so matter-of-factly. Though, perhaps she was also saying
that the whole ordeal was 1% Glenn’s fault.
The doppelgänger stared at them with her goggling eyes.
“N-nice to meet you, Miss Doppelgänger. I am Saphentite…”
“Verification, recognition complete. Information matches data from
time of doppelgänger activities. Previously, I was only observing you,
but now that we are conversing, I place Saphentite Neikes in the
category of ‘town resident.’ Nice to meet you.”
“Wh-what…?” Sapphee cocked her head to one side.
It was a bit strange. Her words were extremely unique and hard to
understand. Sapphee thought the doppelgänger might behave
according to a different logic than humans or monsters. There were
even parts of what she said that Glenn didn’t understand. But Sapphee
could at least understand that the doppelgänger was telling her not to
fret.
“I will also provide important supplemental information.”
“Huh?”
“We have acquired a new name as town resident. We borrowed the
previous manager’s name. Our name is Second-Generation Molly
Vanitas. Approved by City Council. This is our official name in
Lindworm. Utmost importance, requires recognition.”
“O-okay… I understand. Miss Molly. Nice to meet you again.”
“Dr. Glenn. Dr. Saphentite. Thank you for coming to the graveyard
city.” The doppelgänger—no, Molly—held out her hand.
The hand had five gelatin-like fingers, but the bones were still visible,
as if she hadn’t finished her imitation. But Sapphee grabbed the hand
without reserve.
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Molly Vanitas.
As far as Glenn could tell, she had changed. She looked more
complete than when she’d first attached herself to the skeleton and
reproduced its body. The biggest change was that she was now
wearing a monk’s robe, though the fabric was part of Molly’s flesh.
Around her chest, abdomen, and waist, the robe had blended with
Molly’s gelatin body tissue, making it look like there were holes in
her clothing.
From Glenn’s observations, there were only two pieces of Molly that
weren’t part of her flesh. First was the band she wore on her upper
arm. She’d gotten it for her role on the Lindworm City Council.
Kunai wore the same kind of band when she served as a guard in the
Waterways, while Molly’s arm band bore the seal of the manager of
the graveyard city. The City Council had probably presented it to her
in recognition of her succeeding the former manager.
The second item was the shovel she held in her right hand. It had
clearly been used for many years, and it was no ordinary shovel. If
you looked closely, you could see that the tip was sharp, and the blade
had been tempered to resemble the end of a spear—something only a
swordsmith would have the skills to forge. It was more like a weapon
that also happened to serve as a shovel.
“I don’t remember you having that shovel before.”
“It belonged to the previous manager. They say she used it to punish
ghosts who didn’t follow orders. It has been consecrated to use on
spirits. I plan to utilize it as well.”
“O-oh.” It seemed the graveyard city manager had to be somewhat
adept in martial arts.
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“Well… Yes.” Glenn vaguely nodded in response to Sapphee.
This was Glenn’s second visit to Deadlich Graveyard City, but it had
changed since the first. It was still as dark as night, even in the
daytime. But the ruins had been cleaned, the ivy and moss had been
removed, and the dirt had been wiped away. There was no unpleasant
feeling of something lurking, trying to possess visitors.
And throughout the ruins, zombies were installing several lanterns.
These were made from hollowed-out radishes and pumpkins, and they
brightened up the atmosphere significantly.
“Why lanterns?”
“To revamp the graveyard city’s image. As the second-generation
manager, I plan to fix our frightening reputation. If there are jobs
available, if we can make this place a friendly part of Lindworm, then
it won’t get out of control again. Everyone wants Deadlich to be a
nice place to live. The first task is to address the low level of light.”
“It seems like it would be hard to manage so many lights.”
Lamps meant candles. Even with so many zombies and skeletons
pitching in, it would still take a lot of work to light each and every
one.
“No problem. The lamps are empty inside. No candles.”
“What?”
“We’re still testing it, but we’ve established a candle-less light source.
We will request opinions for further development. Operation Will o’
the Wisp!”
With a series of popping sounds, the numerous lamps lining the ruins
lit up, one after another the instant Molly gave the command. They
also illuminated the path where Glenn was standing. The light was
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graveyard city nevertheless had a warmth to it. Collectively, the lights
were even brighter than that of a parade.
“This…”
“We’ve increased the amount of light in the graveyard city by 80%
using will o’ the wisps created by ghosts. We hope to change the
image of the district and create a unique attraction. We anticipate
improved rate of customer interest, tourist income, and perceived
image. The concept is ‘a bright and fun haunted house.’”
“Hahaha.”
“Furthermore, the light is not natural, so it is the perfect solution for
vampires and other species who can’t handle sunlight. As of now,
there are zero residents objecting to this plan.” Molly’s expression
never changed in the slightest.
Looking at the lit-up sign in front of him—which read Deadlich
Hotel—Glenn had to admit it was a pretty good strategy. The
evidence of this was Sapphee, a true romantic, speechlessly gazing at
the illumination. Using light from will o’ the wisps was an unusual
idea, but one of the advantages was that all of the lamps could be lit at
once.
“Add correction to expected village value. Also consider further
appeal to couples and honeymoons.”
“M-Miss Molly!”
“Saphentite has the heart of a young girl. She loves this sort of thing.
The information I acquired from Lulala was correct. I am grateful for
the provision of such valuable information.”
“Hey! Stop it! That’s not why we came here today!” Sapphee was
angry at Molly’s lack of reserve.
Glenn was more than merely moved. When he’d visited with Kunai, it
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unity. But maybe that wasn’t the case. Now, the undead were making
efforts to decorate, and the ghosts were providing perfectly
coordinated light.
This was all thanks to the skill of Second-Generation Molly Vanitas.
Only a few days had passed since the new manager was appointed,
but it was as if a veteran general was commanding the entire
graveyard city.
“It’s amazing that the ghosts are obeying so well.”
“The biggest reason they ran amuck was boredom. They just needed a
clear policy and an occupation. Ghosts, phantoms, zombies,
skeletons—everyone likes commotion. If there’s a lively festival
every night, they don’t even consider going outside the fence.”
The lamps all went out at once. Only the ones around Glenn, Sapphee,
and Molly remained lit. That was plenty of light, and they had no
trouble walking.
“The lights went out?”
“Operation Will o’ the Wisp requires general mobilization of the
ghosts, so it only runs for a few minutes. From here on, normal light
is used.”
The flashy performance was probably reserved mainly for tourists.
Molly led them into the graveyard city. As Glenn and Sapphee
followed her, the lamps behind them went out and the ones ahead lit
up. The ghosts were probably turning them on and off. Glenn was
grateful for the guide lights in the dark graveyard city.
“We’ve arrived.”
Molly had led them to the church. She held the door open, and all
three of them went inside.
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They hadn’t come to the graveyard city to see its new source of
illumination, though they were pleasantly surprised, of course, by the
lights created by the endless ghost lamps.
“I will begin the health exam now.”
“Affirmative. I entrust Dr. Glenn with checking my vitals.” Second-
Generation Molly Vanitas nodded her head deeply.
Today’s task was to check the status of Molly’s transformed flesh and
whether there were any health concerns. Glenn was a bit nervous, as
he would have to report the results to the City Council.
“I will start by declaring if there are any abnormalities in the various
functions.”
He wasn’t completely convinced that a health examination was
necessary for a living being that defied all common sense.

***

Glenn began by observing Molly’s monk robe.

There were several holes in it, mainly on the right side. Not just
holes—Molly probably had insufficient constitutive substance, so she
was unable to reproduce clothing in those places. A semi-transparent
purple gel filled the space under her clothes. The previous manager’s
skeleton was visible inside the substance.
While there was some gel in the chest area, the surfaces of a few of
Molly’s ribs were exposed—specifically the eighth through tenth ribs
on the left side—as if she didn’t have enough body tissue there,
either.
Glenn moved on to her face and head. It looked like each strand of
hair had been meticulously reproduced. The hood of her robe had
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“Hmm. Excuse me.”
“Mm.”
Glenn touched one of the exposed ribs. Given how old the skeleton
was, he wanted to make sure it wouldn’t deteriorate. However, the rib
felt slimy, as if the surface was coated with gel as well.
“Argh!”
“I’m sorry! Did that hurt?”
“No problem. I am capable of controlling my sense of pain.”
It’s not really a problem, but…
Glenn couldn’t overlook the fact that Molly had winced, just for a
moment, and her face had gone as slack as slime. Her hood had also
changed form, losing its color, and she’d grown something like horns.
Perhaps she was unable to keep her form when she was taken off-
guard.
However, it was only for a moment. Her hood and eyeballs went right
back to how they’d been before. There were also popping noises, as if
the reaction had created air bubbles in the gel.
Glenn looked up and saw that Sapphee was arranging items in the
corner of the room. She’d brought a stock of preservatives and
deodorants that Molly had requested for the zombies who needed
them.
He looked at Molly’s face. Other than how pale it was, it looked the
same as a human’s.
“Almost everything looks pretty good.”
“I dislike this vague expression. What is ‘almost’? If 70% is good,
then 30% is not?”
“Umm…” Glenn wasn’t ready to be questioned like that. He wasn’t
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unmoving. “As a doctor, I see no problems. You are 100% healthy.
But…I have some questions.”
“Dr. Glenn is here as mandated by the City Council. You are
permitted to ask questions.”
“Are you experiencing any inconveniences in your life? What I mean
is, do you have any problems living in a town? You were previously
living somewhere else…right?”
“Intent of question is unclear. More details.”
“I’m concerned that you feel trapped here.”
There were no problems with Molly’s body. Actually, he thought
Molly probably knew more about the state of her body than he did. It
looked like she had the ability to analyze as well as repair herself. She
may be different from other living beings, but there didn’t seem to be
any abnormalities. Glenn was more concerned with her emotional
adaptability.
“Infestation of Skadi Dragenfelt was for the purpose of acquiring
nutrients only. However, there was no consideration for the body of
the host. It was an immature way to live. We have learned. The
optimum way to acquire nutrients is to live as a town member and
fulfill duties. Incorrect?”
“I think that’s correct.”
“So long as we can fulfill the role of manager and earn compensation,
we are Molly Vanitas, manager of the graveyard city.” The
doppelgänger spoke these words without any eye movement.
Glenn had no response to this. Even though Molly had only been
appointed days earlier, she’d already shown tremendous results in
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“Originally, we served an existence higher than us. The state of
working under the order of a dragon fulfills the purpose of our
creation.”
“Were you created by someone?”
“Details are unclear. Due to a long dormant state, that information is
lost. It is possible to search for a relationship to the scylla species.”
“No, that won’t be necessary.”
It seemed Molly didn’t even know herself.
Perhaps it was the ancient species called the malevolent gods,
ancestors of the Scylla, who had used Molly, but the only one who
knew about that was Dione. There was no reason to force Molly to
recall the past when she was alive now.
“Oh, one more thing. Your bones are exposed in one area. I think it
would be better to cover them entirely.”
“Body tissue gross volume is currently insufficient. Chromocytes are
also insufficient, so body and clothing mimicry are incomplete. This
result is the most natural mimicry possible.”
“Gross volume…is insufficient?”
“Some pieces that ran away after division are still unaccounted for. I
am currently performing search, collection, and assimilation duties
parallel to manager duties. Even after collection, there is a possibility
of lost or damaged cells when diverted to mimic use. Complete
mimicry will take time. It is possible to calculate an estimate, but
results may be inaccurate due to insufficient information.”
“What if you reduce the amount used in your chest?” Glenn asked as
he looked at her bust.
Molly’s chest was obviously large. Excessively. With her intellectual
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“That would render building a relationship with Glenn Litbeit
impossible.”
“Excuse me?” Glenn was dumbfounded at Molly’s matter-of-factness.
“After observing the everyday lives of the residents of Lindworm, we
have confirmed that most female monsters have an intimate
relationship with Dr. Glenn. We have analyzed that friendly relations
with Dr. Glenn are beneficial to a pleasant life in this town.”
“Wh-what?”
“Also, there is an apparent increase in excitement and heartrate when
Dr. Glenn is near the breasts of women. To maintain future friendship
with Dr. Glenn, feminine physique with abundant flesh is essential.”
Molly’s face was expressionless as she spoke, but she was basically
saying that Dr. Glenn was only excited by looking at breasts.
Could Molly measure heartrate just by looking at someone? If so, and
if it were accurate, then that was an extraordinary ability. Glenn
wanted to put it to use at the clinic.
“D-Doctor! What is this all about?!” Until now, Sapphee had been
unconcerned with the exam, but, for some reason, she was suddenly
irate. “You’re drooling over Miss Molly’s chest?!”
“N-no. Wait a second. We’ve gotten off-topic. That’s not true. Molly,
you’ve misunderstood.” Glenn was flustered and spoke without
thinking. He got the feeling Molly’s goggling eyes were gleaming.
“Misunderstood? That means my analysis is mistaken?”
“Uh.”
“Understood. We will verify accuracy of analysis.”
Had Glenn angered her? It had seemed like Molly possessed almost
no emotions, but—
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“Ah?!”
The monk robe wasn’t even made to be opened in the front. But if you
considered that the robe was part of Molly, it was probably easy to
change the composition of it in an instant. From the exposed chest,
Glenn could see Molly’s purple, semi-transparent, unique cleavage
very well. The ribs were also faintly visible. He could see everything
from her sternum, episternum, and costicartilage to her xiphoid. It
wasn’t just a normal naked body. Glenn’s eyes were drawn to both its
anatomical and sexual appeal.
“Increased heartrate. Slight increase in body temperature. Perspiration
confirmed. Results of analysis: slight state of excitement.”
“You took off your clothes to confirm that?”

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“Er… This…”
Molly didn’t seem to be listening at all. When he tried looking away,
she reached out and grabbed Glenn’s face. She was frighteningly
strong. It was hard to believe she was nothing but bones and gelatin.
She forced Glenn to look at her chest, seemingly unwilling to let him
look away.
“I have increased transparency so it is easier to observe the bones.
This has increased Dr. Glenn’s excitement, which means that
excitement increases when non-human elements are present in the
woman.”
“What did you say? Miss Molly, I need more details!” Sapphee
latched onto this information.
“I hypothesize that monster women have an advantage in increasing
friendliness with Dr. Glenn. Sapphee, what is your opinion of this
hypothesis?”
“Yes! Yes! I think it is a very good hypothesis.”
The two women spoke enthusiastically. Glenn couldn’t get a word in.
“Does Dr. Glenn like lamia the best?!” Sapphee asked.
“Information is insufficient to analyze Dr. Glenn’s inclinations.”
“I see. Miss Molly, please make sure you collect all necessary data
regarding this issue.”
“Understood. Add task ‘Dr. Glenn’s preferred monster inclinations’ to
duties as new project.”
Glenn was at his wit’s end listening to Molly play dumb with such a
straight face. Why did anyone have to analyze his inclinations? He
looked for an opportunity to jump in.
“Hey, Sapphee, I think that’s enough…”

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“What do you mean, Doctor? This is an important topic. Do you
know how much I worry because you have your hands full with so
many different monster women? If you would just tell me you like
lamia best, then we wouldn’t have to discuss it anymore.”
“I like lamia… I like all monsters!” Glenn only meant to protest, but
Sapphee came back with words that stung hundreds of times over.
“You pervert! You’re just a failure who can’t find a human wife!”
If he said anything else, she might wrap the snake half of her body
around him and constrict him.
With all the commotion in the church, the nearby lanterns flickered as
if joining in. Maybe ghosts liked this kind of slapstick dispute.
“That’s enough joking around.”
“Who was joking?!”
“Our analysis of Dr. Glenn is correct. We don’t lie. However, we also
recognize that humor is a necessity when managing the graveyard
city.”
Molly happily fixed her clothing. Since her clothing was part of her
body, she could have returned to her original state in an instant,
without going through the motions of undressing or fixing her clothes.
But this was part of Molly’s mimicry process.
Even if she and Glenn didn’t see eye to eye, Molly made every effort
possible to learn about humans and monsters so she could assimilate.
Glenn understood that, so long as she had that will, there would be no
major problems. She was intelligent, she took others into
consideration, and she knew it wasn’t okay to cause harm. She was no
longer the chunk of flesh that had lost its reasoning and attacked
Lulala.
“If you are returning to the city, I have a request.”

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“Yes?”
“Because of our duties as manager, there is almost no opportunity to
visit downtown Lindworm. Please tell the mermaid, Lulala, that I am
living in the graveyard city.” She went out of her way to name Lulala,
proof that the mermaid was special to her.
“Why don’t you go to town yourself? Lulala is always singing in the
canal and the central plaza.”
“That is not possible. We did the unthinkable. We threatened the
Draconess Skadi’s life and nearly ate Lulala. Even if the former was
due to lack of knowledge and the latter was due to malnutrition, we
should not be permitted in the city.”
“But that…”
“Negative. This is not based on permission from others. We have
drawn a line. Everyone in the graveyard city is the same. We are in
the graveyard city because we can’t go to the town. We made a
decision, and we will stand by it.” Molly seemed intent. “But the fact
remains that we are all residents of the same town. Please tell Lulala
that I am here.”
“I understand. I’ll make sure to tell her.”
Molly put her hand to her chest—the chest she had just exposed.
Perhaps she was feeling a heart that didn’t have a flutter.
Or perhaps she put her hand on her chest because she was
feeling the skeleton of the previous manager that she took into her
shapeless body, thought Glenn.
“I am a fake.”
“…”
“But I can read the previous Molly Vanitas’s thoughts from her
bones. It’s not logical, but I have become Molly through her bones.”

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“Yes, I think I understand.”
“I’ll become an even better manager. I ask for your help in the
future.”
Glenn smiled. So long as she was around, the graveyard city would
become a lively place. He waved back at Molly. Even if the she never
came downtown, at least she would always be here.
This was the ending Dione and Skadi had hoped for. Glenn was sure
of it.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Doctor.”
“Well, I’m glad to be able to help Molly. I’ll have more to do
though.”
“I’ll make sure to keep a stock of preservatives. Ahh, we’re so busy.
We’re so busy we don’t even have time to go on a date.”
“Uh…”
Sapphee was being passive-aggressive.
They could hear someone humming from the church; it was probably
Molly. It sounded like a requiem. Maybe she’d learned it from Lulala.
It was comforting, knowing they could come back and hear the
doppelgänger singing at any time.
“Hey, Sapphee?”
“Yes?”
“How about we look at the lanterns just a bit longer before we go?
We haven’t been able to go out together much.”
Sapphee looked surprised.
It was rare for Glenn to be the one to invite her out. And during the
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even been hospitalized for it, and, because of that, Sapphee had had to
work harder.
“Just a little bit longer, Doctor. We have a lot of work to catch up on.”
“I know.”
Sapphee slipped her tail into Glenn’s hand. The cool scales felt good
against his skin.
The ghost lights that illuminated the dark graveyard were tranquil.
Molly Vanitas’s requiem resounded throughout the town, even as they
walked away from the church.

***

Grave visits had become a hot topic among the residents of

Lindworm.
People went to the graveyard city on the outskirts of town to mourn
their dead. Rumor had it that if they asked the manager of the
graveyard city, she would transform into the recently deceased so that
the townsfolk could look upon the faces of those they’d lost.
The faceless doppelgänger, the mimic who could turn into anyone, the
second-generation manager, Molly Vanitas, who lived with and
protected the dead, was thriving, just outside the city.

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 Afterword

Hello, I’m Yoshino Origuchi.

I don’t know when you’re reading this, but it’s possible that we’ve
already become a manga on the Comic Ryu website. The series will
begin on February 26. Please read Kanemaki-sensei’s bold and
delicate comic depictions.

I went there. The graveyard city.

As a doctor, Glenn Litbeit can’t avoid the problems of life and death.
It might be fine if he were a normal doctor, but Glenn has undead
patients too. He can’t hold onto human notions of what it means to
die.
What did you think of Glenn’s approach to the undead perspective of
life and death and his work in the graveyard city?

I would now like to express my gratitude.

To my editor, Hibiu-san, who is always watching over me. He has a
habit of saying, “It’s the end of the world,” but it’s all thanks to him
that the Monster Girl light novels have made it to a fourth volume.
Thank you.
Also, to Z-ton-sensei, who has illustrated the entire series! The
goggle-eyed, expressionless, playing-dumb manager is just too
adorable! Is it acceptable to have an unedited, exposed breast scene in
a light novel? It is! It’s just a medical exam!
Also, to Thomas Kanemaki, for handling the manga transition! I want
to thank you for turning this work into a manga, even though it didn’t
seem suitable at first. I’m sure I’ll be causing you many more
headaches in the future.

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Also, thank you to all the authors involved, the Comic Ryu reps, my
family who gives me writing topics without even knowing it,
proofreaders who find every teeny tiny mistake, and all of you
readers. I am forever grateful.

Next, I think we’ll hear more from some demons and Arahnia. Also,
though we keep mentioning her, Aluloona has yet to make a
meaningful appearance. We’ll have to change that!

—Yoshino Origuchi

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 About the Author, Yoshino Origuchi
I like my monster girls with a lot of arms and without a defined shape.
I also like the undead. I’d like to go on a date with an undead girl,
someone who won’t die easily.
If it sounds like I would date anything at this point, I’d have to agree.

About the Illustrator, Z-ton

We’re becoming a manga!
It’s probably going to be tough to design and draw characters when
we’ve given no consideration to mass productivity…
I’m sorry, Thomas-sensei! I never thought it would turn out like
this…

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