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3. Your daily work is seen and praised by people.


This place, which seems to be peaceful, also has its own concerns. People were amazed at the identity of this place, but after a few questions, they shuddered and prepared to leave the hospital. Moe always felt like she had done something wrong, even though she was not at fault. Today is the same. While buying things at the mart, an old lady greeted her and told her honestly about where she lived and what she was doing. She talked to herself that she had talked to a strange person and then ran away. Moe was depressed. Then, he settled down again and prayed about his mindset with sincerity. While using a stray dog living in front of the mart. 

"What should I do at a time like this?"

Of course, dogs can't answer. Moe grabbed the dog's tail and put it on the ground. The stray dog turned around to bite its tail, as if to make Moe feel better. Moe felt much lighter at the sight of the dog. I took what I bought from the mart and went back on my way, thinking about how nice it would be if everyone in the world were as pure and warm as this dog. I didn't forget to give the dog sausage. 

"You're here"

Owl familer Aul greeted moe. After that, he checked the items she bought from the mart. Even though there was nothing he could eat. Meong, a cat familer, was also sitting on the window frame, but she seemed interested in things. Moe was suddenly afraid that the fact that these familer's reiki were read and knew where they existed, or that their voices were felt in their ears, was not natural to those without other spiritual senses. And I told the family members what happened at the mart today. 

"If you count them, you're a religious man. Wake up. I don't believe a religious man is being cursed at for his religion."

"I don't know if it's a weird religion."

Meong took a word and laughed. Then he continued.

"Do you think you do strange things and believe in strange things?"

"That's not true, but I can feel the gap between reality and life here, but sometimes that's the case."

"I think we should realize that we are not ordinary people, but we should abandon the idea of being special people."

"That's right"

replied the tiger family dog, who was listening quietly. 

"Everyone, break up! I'm going to sleep now. Don't disturb me. Moe, eat a late night snack and go to bed early. Don't play games all night to digest food."

As she enjoyed the snack and lay in bed, Moe remembered the things friends said today. "I think I should realize that I'm not a regular person, but I should throw away the idea of being a special person." That's probably true. As her thought, she felt my eyelids getting heavy.



The next morning, Moe woke up to the sound of an emergency bell. When I came out without time to groom, an elderly couple welcomed her with a worried look. They introduced themselves as the first-generation Wican in Korea and recently killed a snake in the field, saying it seemed to be a have in ghost of snake. He said he needed a black salt-based dust and spelling casting to remove demons. 

Moe asked about the reason she came here because she thought she would have to go to a shaman's house if it was hard, and they said, "How can I do that when I still have years of training as Wican?" Moe thought it was so grateful. She immediately went into the dispensary, made what they needed, and casted them. When I started casting bees wax first, the old couple said, "It's a relief that it's a house where people spell properly even if generations change."

Moe became confused by the gap between the praise and his worries. There is a high risk of ruining the Spell casting he was doing if he was in such a disarray. At the thought, Moe pointed out his body. 

"Well, elders, I have a question. What did you think and resolve the disparity between reality and reality as Wickan?"

The elderly couple looked surprised at Moe's words, and the wife of the couple smiled brightly and said. For her, Moe's question must have been a comfort to worry about because of the ghost.

"You're such a worried person. You just have to believe whatever you want until you don't care what others say."

"A young friend is strong and he is mentally awake. Haha, I like that you doesn't look young these days."

She was embarrassed by the words of the two people who praised him in a strong tone. Then, he delivered the products of the casting to them and advised them on precautions. The old couple left the door with a thank you message, and only then Moe was able to behave neatly. 



A few days later, there was no reason for the package to come, but someone sent it to Moe with a name I had never seen before. It was a jar containing two bottles of honey. The letter said honey, which is good for magic training. It was clear from the scent and writing that it was acacia honey mixed with morning dew. I felt warmed by their goodness.




01.

 


heart : 6 = your location : in water

diamond : 9 = what version : fear 

clover : 5 = escape from a monster

heart : Q = climb a difficult, tall house


Sometimes, in my head, I ran around my personal space, THE HOTEL. this place has many people's memory. also, my memory to, in my childhood was nothing care about my freedom. This term, freedom was always my behave and I so much hanging the tree like rope of medical.(I knew one of kind like that trees). In my head, I always seeking someone and something immediately. and I lose all when I wake up the morning. I lose all. THIS TIME IS SAME. my humble memory is easily modest my life line. 

So, I walk around hallway in the HOTEL slowly. I checking the clock of the hallway's edge, time is 3am. suddenly, I hear the foot noise in one of rooms. wandering this sound and I go their like non-magnetic stick. water sound. this feels name are ghost's calling. my skin was spread thinly. my curiosity  is perfectly didn't feet the ghost's rabbit hole. this harmony was my inner voice. place that I yelling and   shouting and tearing the fabric is my broken mentality. 

Finally, I came to the one room's entry. ROOM NUMBER WAS 1322. I grab the knob, a door was open before when i coming. this sentence is my memory's call. this ghosts are my regarded memory. there are many people in here. of course there are illusion in my head.   


 

1. Barcelona again

 


Before I turned 30, I visited this place again, which I had traveled to by chance in my early twenties. This time, I am planning to stay for about a week in this city that I came across by chance. The last trip was also a week, and I thought about it as I remembered that the day I left the country was my birthday. 

Last time, my aunt and my father went on a trip together. We all came together as who almost died, who straight feel death, and who wanted to die, enjoying the scenery of a foreign country and doing our daily work. 

Of course, I drank a glass of wine or champagne every day. At least then, I didn't want to die. This trip had to be different. And my mindset was already different. It was a refreshing and pleasant start. Of course, because I had saved up money, I had to sit in a lower class and my whole body ached, but it was still fun. 


I took a flight from Paris to Barcelona and was served a salty sandwich as my in-flight meal. I took a bite and stopped eating. It was time to land. The plane landed in Barcelona. I took an Uber to my Airbnb in the city center. I arrived at the hotel at 11 p.m. It was a reasonable time. I could just wash up and go to bed. I made a rough schedule for the upcoming days. It was the first time in my life that I had done such a useless thing. That’s why I wanted this week-long trip to be completely my own time. 



Saturday

♦ Visit your immediate neighbors for the first time

-> The next morning, the place I was staying was a hostel and restaurant, so breakfast was ready. The menu was an omelet made with well-beaten eggs, a cup of strong Americano, and pancakes with syrup. I went to the kitchen and asked the chef if there were any cigarette vending machines around. The chef looked at me as if he was surprised and told me there was one on the back stairs of the first floor. I leisurely ate breakfast and headed to the cigarette vending machine. 

Outside the back door, there was a small garden where you could smoke. I wasn't the only one there. A large man with gray hair and a Hawaiian shirt stared at me intently. I felt a little embarrassed. Just when I was wondering if it was appropriate to keep staring at someone in front of you, he looked at me and raised one hand as if to wipe his mouth. I felt embarrassed. I tried to say thank you and leave. 

"Are you Chinese?"

"No, I'm Japanese"

I am not from either country. I just didn't want to reveal my identity to the person I met for the first time. 

"I see. I'm the owner of this building. Is this your first time in Barcelona? I have a few places I can confidently recommend." 

"Yes, this is my first time here. Can you tell me what kind of place it is?"

"The market, the museum, and the zoo! Sagrada Familia? Don't go."

I was dumbfounded by his proud expression and confident words, and for a moment I laughed brightly like a child. The middle-aged man, who seemed to like the look, introduced himself as the building’s president and introduced himself as Miguel. Mr. Miguel waved at me and gave me another cigarette from the cigarette vending machine. He then greeted me excitedly and disappeared from my sight. Something had happened since morning. I had a free cigarette in my hand. It seemed like this cigarette would bring good luck to this trip. 

I headed straight to a shop selling miscellaneous souvenirs aimed at foreign tourists nearby. I wanted to reward myself for coming all the way here. I bought [ ♥3 Small Wooden Figure Set] and [ ♣4 A Book with Stories from the Area ] and went back to my lodging. I ran into Miguel in the hallway, and he was handing out butter shrimp made by his chef husband to everyone he met. [♥2 Food made by a neighbor] I took it and went into my room to eat. After eating all the shrimp and lying comfortably on the bed, I thought to myself that I hadn’t felt this new and comfortable in almost 10 years. I’m going to lie down a little longer to enjoy this peace before wandering around the neighborhood without a destination. I guess this is how my trip began. 





1. A house without a milk bowl




No one knows when or where the horned cats that inhabit this village came from and migrated. All they could do was place a bowl of milk in front of their houses to prevent them from cursing or physically harming their households. People from other cities considered the bowl of milk placed in front of each house’s front door to be a distinctive feature of the village. 

Just as the blood of a sheep is smeared on the top of the door to avoid the death of the eldest son, so there was milk. Until twenty years ago, this small village was plundered by the guild of rascals within the lord's castle. Some of them were given the title of warrior. 



The name of the cave where the horned cats live is Milk Cave. It reminds us that they love milk and are sacred beings. The surroundings were quiet. That is, until the children from the neighboring village came here and saw something. No one set foot there because they thought it would be cursed as a sacred land. That is why people did not know about the existence of the Jeonra women that the children saw.


"Why don't we have some fun and sell some women?"

"By the way, why do you live in a place like that?"

"I think might be the cat girl of the rumor, bro."

They plan to have fun with the catgirls, very rare creatures with human-like organs and proportions among the horned cats, and then drag them out of the caves to be sold in the slave market. Some fools among this group of rascals say they will break away from the group, believing that the horned cats live together with the cat dragons. 

 "Don't be like that. This is our chance to do our part."

Among the guild members, Rostringer, who was known for being honest and loyal, was trusted regardless of age. However, despite his reputation, Rostringer was more curious about the creature called Catgirl than anyone else. A legendary woman he had only heard of through rumors. Or a creature that was more or less like Catgirl. He felt heavy inside thinking about how she would react and feel if he were put in something like that.



The sun rose and the next morning, they all gathered at the assembly point and headed to the Milk Cave where the Catgirl and the Horned Cats lived. The Horned Cats, with their small, smooth, white horns growing above their eyebrows, were wary and avoided them, but as they approached the cave, they gathered and began to walk toward it together. It was a strange sight. It was as if the cats were welcoming them. At that moment, one of the latecomers stabbed one of the Horned Cats with a knife, saying that its skin was beautiful and that he wanted to give it to his wife. Then he carried the body on his back and whistled happily as he moved. 

From this point on, the cats became wary and pounced on them. Many guild members began to have large and small cuts on their skin. However, the cats fell helplessly to the swords of the gang of thugs. The fur of the pure white horned cats began to be stained with bright red blood. 

Halfway up the lush hillside, tangled with fragrant honeysuckle vines, the limestone begins to turn a pale pink. They suddenly feel a coolness and begin to enter the cave entrance.


0. Settings

 



No one knows where the horned cats came from, but the Milk Cave is theirs. And so are all the villages nearby. Because they know not to leave out a bowl of minced chicken or a plate of cooked cream, lest the cats curse your marriage, your garden, or your house.

There are no longer any villages nearby. The horned cats are now visible, stealthily and forcibly taking their (and much more) from travelers along the nearby roads.


: A group of thugs who find out that naked women live there because of a group of children who followed a cat into the cave. They are probably the rumored catgirls. They have a lot of fun with the catgirls, who are said to be very rare among horned cats, and they plan to drag them out of the cave and sell them on the slave market. 

1 d6 6 -> Some fools believe that horned cats live with cat-dragons. (That's true to some extent. Even fools sometimes get close to the truth. 

: Some of the guild members were reluctant to go to the cave because they believed that the horned cats and cat dragons lived in the same cave, but the main character, Rostringer, told them to come to their senses and took the lead. He not only wanted to play with the cat girls, but also wanted to sell them to make money. He also felt pleasure and excitement at the fact that he could do whatever he wanted with the unintelligent cat girls.


Horned Cats 

- Almost as large as a bobcat, these stray cats sport small, smooth, white horns above their eyebrows and are much more cunning than your average cat. 

While they may not necessarily care about intruders in their own home, the cats will react with increasing distrust the further the computer pushes into their small cavern system. / -> The cats were on guard and pounced on them, but were outmaneuvered by the knives of the gang of thugs. The fur of the white horned cats began to be stained with bright red blood. 

Halfway up the lush hillside, tangled with fragrant honeysuckle vines, the limestone finally turns a pale pink. The player character is led into a cool, numbered cave.





[1] The Altar and Pool - a sits in front of the player character on a flat, sandy floor. The undulating ceiling rises to 6-10 inches above the head (same for the entire cave system). Behind the altar, a 3' wide tunnel opens into the floor. A nearby lounge opens nearby without a care. Everyone spends the night hanging out near the entrance. As night approaches, the catgirls will try to sneak up behind the player character, ready to pounce if they see any trouble.

1 d6 3 -> Was it the man sighing too loudly, or was it the echo distorting his voice? It's impossible to tell.




[2] Rocket Springs - Piles of spherical pink spheroids along the walls leak milky, limestone water into pale pools. Several horned cats walk back and forth, drinking silently from the pools. The cats become aggressive if you block their access to the pools. 

1 d6 1 -> Larger than average (5 Hit Points) draws attention to the PC and marks him/her prominently.



[3] Dragon Skull and Cats in the Corner - A huge, horned reptilian glimmer skull, like a polished desert stone. Seven horned cats flap around, above, and sleep within the glowing skull.


-When you get close to the skull, you will hear a wheezing and echoing growling sound. 

-If the skull touches you, they will scream and attack nearby. In any case, they will not move more than a few feet from the skull.

-Every minute, the PCs do not leave the cave, but more arrive from nearby areas and attack the PCs on their way to the skull.

-Once it exists, it all melts together with the skull and turns into something terrifying.

-If not, we will arrive and attack in a few minutes.

1 d6 5 -> After a barely perceptible tremor, a razor-thin, jagged crack grows rapidly, one yard long.



[4a] Strange Statue in a Too Blue Pool - A statue of a woman in a fetal position, mostly submerged in blue water. Her face is clearly that of a Folx, and her body shows no more obvious injuries. The statue clearly exudes powerful magic.

-> The Wizard's Ghost - She remembers her tragic story only in broad, personalized strokes. She was the last thought of her that appeared in the fossilized dreams of the white mushroom eaters in 4a. Dedicated to the echoing spell, beyond memory. She is a faded ghost that exists only in the fossilized dreams of the white mushroom eaters in 4a.

◊ Dozens (1 d4 fi 12) of white mushrooms spurt milk from the sandy soil. Eating one turns the consumer into soft limestone for 1 d3 fi 10 minutes. During this time, the consumer can learn the recipe for "Non-Digestive Night" from the ingredients. During this time, the consumer will have to travel a considerable amount.

◊ The ceiling in this area is 16 feet high and is made of rocks, rubble, and tree roots. With considerable effort, a 12-foot tunnel can be dug, hacked, and carved out of the hilltop.

◊ A narrow, waist-high hole in the eastern corner leads to a tight crawl - this already narrow tunnel is blocked halfway by a twist of jagged blades set into the wall. However, it is too tight for a man-sized Volks to fit through, but there are no obstacles.

1 d6 5 -> After a barely perceptible tremor, a razor-thin, jagged crack grows rapidly, one yard long.



[5a] Creaking Wire Ladder and Catgirl's Kitchen - The ladder is noisy, and almost certainly alerts the prepared defenses in 5b.

◊ Ashes, blackened wood, dirty clay pots, and a very narrow chimney make up their simple and little-used kitchen. The chimney is only about as wide as a cat, but leads to the top of the hill.

◊ If she hasn't encountered you yet, hide and prepare to attack. [5b] Catgirls' Sleeping Place - Covered behind two Parvis (tall, wheeled, wooden shields) marked with an X on the map. Also, if they anticipate intruders, they will grease the tunnels from 5a to 5b. The Dexterity Test continues until it fails.

◊ Six cute nests made of stolen clothes and scrap metal dot key areas.

◊ Dozens of trees and wicker balls are placed.

◊ Of course, there is also an oil can (probably empty).

◊ And finally, along the western edge, a pile of dirty blankets hides a catgirl-sized hole leading down to Room 6 below.

1 d6 1 -> Larger than average (5 Hit Points) draws attention to the PC and marks him/her prominently.



[6] Treasure Room - 16 scrap fabric nests, each containing a nice garment worth 200 silver (silk shirt & embroidered dress gown), another 100 silver worth of shiny baubles (signet ring, brooch, bracelet, etc.), and another 1d6fi10 silver coins.

◇ 1d6 of these nests are occupied by a horned cat and 7 kittens, who will whine loudly when approached.

-> Fale Catgirls - 1 in 777 horned cat larvae are born as anthropomorphic cat people instead.

Imagine a catgirl, a pale gray tabby cat, stretched out on a human skeleton. Now imagine her moving through a rough, pale pink cave, sneaking about without thinking. A sturdy crossbow hangs from her hip. She straps a small bolt to her thigh.

Now imagine her playfully swinging a wicker ball at her sleeping sister's cozy, cotton nest. Imagine the fight that follows when her sleeping sister wakes up. Imagine her bravely getting killed by the pretty knife her sleeping sister was trying to steal.

There were seven. There are now six, one of which is worn, but there are six now. Catgirls are fluent in several languages, but most speak cat. They are equally fearful and curious of civilization. Catgirls prefer to raid civilization when it seems necessary to use violence.

◇ If the mother(s) or cats are disturbed in any way, they will scream and all horned cats and wild dogs in attendance will attack. It takes 5b 30 seconds for the wild dogs to arrive through the hidden ceiling hole. After that, 1d6 horned cats will arrive every minute.

◇ Catdragons will arrive within 5 minutes, ready to destroy any non-cats they encounter. They will not stop hunting the intruders until they are dead or something.

-> Cat-Dragon - They are like giant raccoons with the head of a toothy dinosaur, all made of cats, and are mind-numbingly surreal. Their 68 legs are just for running; their fast gliding movements are non-stop. 

Once the immediate need is met (usually through a defeated threat), the dragon scurries back to Room 3, disappearing into the 17 H. Cats and an ancient dragon skull. As for how these cats acquired such shape-shifting abilities, they are not prone to divulging their secrets.




◇ The two treasure chests in the northern corner contain valuable dried fish.

1 d6 4 -> A relatively new crack in the ceiling leaks muddy water. Uneven, puddled floors require a dexterity check to cross faster than a slow walk without taking damage. If rolled more than once, treat this result as if it happened.

: A member of the guild of bad guys who kill all the catgirls and escape the cave. They feel elated at the fact that they have obtained a creature that rebelled against them to the point that they could not sell it in the slave market. When they reach 4a, they find mushrooms and pick them. They skin the horned cat outside and put the meat in a stew, and also put the mushrooms they collected in 4a in the pot. After the evening sun sets, they set up camp and eat the finished stew. 

-> The sorcerer She remembers her tragic story only in broad, personalized strokes. She was the last thought of her that appeared in the fossilized dreams of the white mushroom eaters in 4a. She was dedicated to the echoing spell, beyond the memory. She is a faded ghost who exists only in the fossilized dreams of the white mushroom eaters in 4a.

: Their bodies felt slowly hardening. -> Turning into soft limestone. During this time, the consumer can learn the recipe for "Non-Digestive Night" from the ingredients. During this time, the consumer will need to travel a considerable amount of time: The wizard who appeared in their visions was furious at their actions. The last memory they saw was that the wizard was like a mother to the catgirls ->

Centuries ago and a few dead civilizations later, two women loved each other. The achingly beautiful songs they sang across the garden wall, the electric joy of their first stolen kiss, the belated support and tender care they gave each other over the decades, all of this is not fossilized. All of it has long since been washed away in the irreversible waters of time.

But this is the agony of their ending, the sorcerer's refusal to surrender his partner to death, echoing forward. For the agony is sure to begin, as the only god is Chaos. The sorcerer turned his wife's exposed and damaged ́ใƒฌใ‚ท into stone. She hoped that the mineralized wells in the area would be delicate enough to repair ́ใƒฌใ‚ท's misery. In her haste, she too fell into the well, cracked her crown, and drowned...


: Seeing the memories of the wizard and her lover, the stiff bodies of the gang of thugs slowly relaxed. One of them fell to his knees as if his legs had lost their strength. There were cuts on his ankles and calves. The protagonist picked up his sword and began to look around, and the group could not hide their panic. Then, a slow cut wound appeared on the neck of another guild member of the group, and he bled profusely and died. They could not hide their shock and left the camp without cleaning up the things there. In the meantime, the protagonist, Rostlinger, was upset and regretted that the only things he had taken were eight bags of dried fish that were slightly valuable and the bloody skin of a horned cat that had just been cut open. 

: Inside the cave where the catgirls died. The few surviving horned cats drank their blood. The cat dragon fell into a long sleep to recover from her wounds. This milk cave would be quiet and peaceful for a while. Rumors about this place would be rampant in the village. The fate of the cave was obvious with the silence and the rumors spreading quickly. The wizard's spirit cried endlessly. That was her last memory. Only that image kept replaying. 







1. If you cut off my breast flesh and send it to me





"hey, Wake up"

Ursula, daughter of Gisborne, put her arms around the neck of the low-ranking warrior who had been with her the night before. Then she buried her face in his neck. The warrior ran his hands through her hair and smelled it. The scent of saffron spread strongly. The scent reminded him of his dead mother, and his brows furrowed. The scent of a cheap prostitute. He ran his hands through Ursula’s hair and grabbed her hair. 

"Come on"

Then he pressed her down towards his lower body. Ursula hated this disgusting power, but she didn’t hate it. Their morning was a continuation of the previous night. After a while, they got dressed and prepared to leave the salon. The half-breasted dress was something she had inherited from her mother, and it was so tight around the waist that she had difficulty putting it on. The warrior laughed at her and disappeared from sight first. 


She went out and walked down the street. She liked the smell of grilled sausages in the market. It was a night she liked and a morning she didn't like. She felt humiliated because she thought she had been laughed at by a man she had just met because of her clothes, so she thought about buying some cloth from a draper in a corner of the market. She went into the draper and chose some rough linen. It was about five crumb. She was upset that she was five coins short. 

"There's nothing I want. I'll come back next time."

"The excuse is that you don't have money. Tell your father to pay back the money he owes to Gilly."

"I may have milk to give to Gilly, but I don't have money."

Mrs. Luisa, who was standing next to me, looked at me with contemptuous eyes and said. I turned around and left the store, clenching my fist at him. It was the most I could express. When I got home, I had to tell my father that the money I borrowed from Mr. Gilly would come back to buy me. I felt like laughing all the time. I arrived home with neither a light nor heavy heart and steps. My father had to go out to work as a guard because of a call, and only my mother was at home. 

"Are you come"

"I couldn't buy fabric because I didn't have money. The clothes my mother gave me were too tight."

"You still have to wear it. It's your clothes now. And it's your only outfit to go out in."

I wear those clothes and go out to have sex with men. The men I meet wearing those clothes compliment me on how beautiful I am, but when morning comes, they laugh at me as I struggle to put on my clothes. I don't want to live like that anymore. I think I deserve to wear slightly better clothes and be treated well. At least by the men I meet. 



"These days, more and more women are joining the guild. There are more strong women than you'd think."

Then he stroked my chest. 

"How about you come in and play with us? It'll be a good reward for you, rather than just hanging out with me."

He spoke to me with a mean and hearty laugh. It was such a rude remark that I never thought I could hunt monsters. He left. As expected, I was laughed at because of the way I dressed. One nipple was almost exposed because of the way my clothes were tucked in front of my crooked chest. I thought that I was going to cry because that was my situation. Then I thought. At least if I hunt small monsters and earn money, they won't look down on me. I thought that I could eat good food and buy good clothes. 


I arrived at the inn where the largest central guild in the city gathered. They said that female guild members were recruited only here. Then I filled out the application form, paid the dowry, and left. Of course, I didn’t forget the letters of recommendation from my father, who was the gate guard, and his friends. An old man saw my behavior and lamented that all sorts of people were coming in now. But whatever. I kissed him lightly as he cursed and left. The old man pretended to scream in embarrassment. I knew that it was just a pretense. 


2. Second Order: For the Old Dog Wandering Through Time

 




Race -> Heart 3: Dobhar-chรบ, otter-dog-fish, often appearing as a pair. 

Bottle -> Spades 4: Experience time at very different speeds

Main Material -> Diamond J: Something frozen

Auxiliary Material -> Clover A: Ectoplasm


This medicine is for a 12-year-old dog who is aging so clearly one day and is so energetic that you worry about his health the next day. The owner of the dog is convinced that the dog is possessed by an evil spirit and wanted to visit a shaman, but was embarrassed, so he heard about this place and came here. After examining it for himself, the dog's body seemed to experience various time periods at various speeds.

He staggered to the doctor's office, and when he passed by the room where his familiar was, he howled cheerfully and wagged his tail only at Moe. It was certain. The dog's ear was open. To close it, it would require preparations almost on the level of exorcism, but our Moe was going to try to solve it somehow with a concoction. This time, it was a burden because it was a magic potion that had to be consumed directly, not a spell jar. 



recipe

1. For the Frozen spell, place a picture of your dog on an ice cube tray, cover with water and freeze. 

2. Squeeze the oil still on the beak of the duck doll in the Familiar's office. (Refer to Episode 1 of the main story) This is for collecting ectoplasm.  

3. Mix the ice and oil. After a while, check that the ice has melted and that the dog photo is completely submerged in the mixture. 

4. Remove the photo and mix the oil and ice water mixture into the dog food.

5. Drinking Spell Casting Dog Food Complete! 


Undisturbed Log - 1. Liver

 





1. Grave Robbery - Spade 2 = Unknown Soldier

- 1 d6 5 Someone was working the night shift in the graveyard. How are we going to shake them off?

-> How do you feel after the excavation? Did you use any special equipment to dig up the body? 


2. What happened in the middle = Clover A = Ready to dissect the next morning

- 1 d6 4 You learn what the person you raided did for a living. Did he like his job?

-> How do you feel about what you did? Have you ever done something like this before? Remind yourself that this is essential for the advancement of science. 


3. Incision site: Heart 3 = Liver

- 1 d6 6 You discover a unique tissue in the organ you are dissecting.

-> Is there an audience? Is everything going smoothly? What do you learn? 


4. Reward = Diamond J = Start again from 1 (repeat until episode 4)

- 1 d6 1 Mentor applies additional time pressure. 

-> Do you feel a sense of accomplishment? Was it worth it? 



Name: Alfred Vanderberg

Age: 23

Occupation: Medical School Cadet

Gender: Male

Temperament and Definition Characteristics: He is a thin-skinned man who ran away from his father who lives alone in the countryside and is training to become a doctor. He is an ordinary young man who is not very righteous, but he is also not very righteous. He is devoting himself to his studies while vowing to get revenge on his father someday. 

Motivation: Why did you go to medical school?: Because it is one of the most socially prestigious professions that is suitable for making stable money.




The person buried in the location my mentor told me was an unidentified, sturdy man. I pushed a stretcher across the cemetery to move his body. For a while, the creaking sound of the cart echoed through the cemetery, and then I stopped in front of a grave. The grave had no headstone and was only lightly covered with dirt. Judging from the condition of the dirt, it seemed to have been buried relatively recently. He promised that he would not use me after this was over. I just hoped that his words would be true this time. 

I started to dig up the dirt with a shovel, and after a while, the body finally began to reveal itself. The body was in excellent condition, as if it had died relatively recently. I lifted the body out of the dug hole and placed it on the cart. In the process, I lost my balance and almost fell, but I got up again. 

"Who's there?"

I didn't hear anyone in the cemetery. A cold sweat started to run down my spine. Even if the body was unidentified, if I got caught stealing the body, I wouldn't be safe. I heard footsteps coming toward me. It was probably the cemetery caretaker. 

"Good evening, it's a sad and wonderful night"

I chose to calm my frozen heart and greet him. The cemetery caretaker was surprised and his body flinched. He asked why I was here at this hour. Fortunately, he didn't seem to have any intention of lifting my stretcher.

"I came to fetch my brother. He died as a soldier in this place where he had no connection, and I found out through searching that he was buried in an unidentified grave. Please have mercy on me for trying to move my brother's body without permission. If I go to prison and disappear, my father and mother will be sad."

"What a sad thing! Let's go and meet your brother. But before that, I have something to tell you. Do you have a moment?"

Fortunately, the acting and the lies worked on him. I waved him off, thinking only of getting out of the cemetery safely, but he insisted on buying me tea.  



"Your brother died after doing great things."

The cemetery caretaker managed to get some hot tea to drink.

"What's going on?"

"I killed a person while trying to save a child and his mother who were being beaten. That person happened to be a famous gang of collaborators in the neighborhood, and he was beaten to death by members of the same gang."

I was confused. I thought of my father, my younger brother, and my mother from the past. I sympathized even more because my younger brother and mother also lost their lives due to my father's violence. 

"I never dreamed that something like that could happen... My brother has been a righteous person since he was young."

After a long silence, I got up from my seat. I thanked the cemetery caretaker and ran away like a madman with the cart. I felt an inexplicable emotion as my lies and the righteousness of the dead body intersected. 



"Okay, let's start class."

The anatomy lab began. The righteous corpse I had brought was laid out on the autopsy table, clean and neat. Looking at it, I somehow felt that life is something that God decides with human hands. My mentor next to me patted me on the shoulder and said that I had worked hard. Looking at the corpse lying far away, I felt guilty and at the same time, exulted that I had done my job without a hitch. 

"I have a gift"

My mentor came close to my ear and spoke. 

"Mr. Vandenberg, I would like to ask you to assist me with the dissection today as my assistant."

"Yes? Oh. Yes, I understand."

As a medical school student, it was a great honor to stand on the podium as a professor's assistant in an anatomy lab. 

"The organ we will dissect in class today is the liver."

I concentrated and finished the incision as I had learned in theory class. As I carefully lifted the liver with both hands to separate it from other organs and tissues and place it on the scale, I heard a burst of laughter from my left side.

"Isn't this foie gras? What does Herr Vandeberg think of these lowly commoners?"

At that sound, the students and audience there simultaneously laughed. Their sense of superiority, elitism, and petty pride as nobles always bothered me, but I couldn't help but laugh under the pressure of having to hang out with them my whole life and becoming like them. 

"It's so absurd that it's embarrassing. He must have devoted his life to alcohol."

Then I thought about what happened in the graveyard. His righteous actions would have been inversely proportional to the size of his liver, but his body had erased his spirit. A rotten body is silent. But it speaks volumes. I learned that in class today. Perhaps his liver was a result of being hit by collaborators while trying to protect someone. I didn't say that, and I will remain silent forever. 


After class, my senior came up to me. I asked him.

"If I go to the cemetery one more time, will I be able to stand in that spot again?"

"It depends on what you do"

"I'll be back."

"Then this time it's the West Cemetery. There's a funeral tomorrow. I'll bring it over as soon as the funeral is over."


So I am back in this pit again.