He was a very strange individual.
This, was our impression about his current actions and behaviour.
Born into a family line which definitely possessed blood ties even if they couldn’t be called a noted family among noted families, he was a remarkable man especially in his achievements in alchemy, who continued to earnestly face his own research, and even if he was an educator, he was a person who had left just enough world-class achievements on the Clock Tower, however he had tried to carry out the publication of a tome which had the Archidoxes of magic included in it, despite being repeatedly warned about it more than 3 times.
To say that it was for human society, to say that it was for people everywhere――――
He was a someone who intended to disclose the countless mysteries which must be concealed, by blending it into a book, in the name of the advancement of medical care.
He was great man who could possibly leave his name on human history, he was great man who left huge achievements even in the magical world concerning the establishment of alchemy as a foundation magic, and yet at the same time, he was a “fool” who had committed treacherous high treason.
Paracelsus Von Hohenheim.
Not being weary enough to just settle on their family lineage’s magic, and trying to acquire various magicks didn’t make the magus a complete heretic, and even if one were to see it from the Clock Tower’s perspective they couldn’t typically call him that.
And thus as expected, he wasn’t just satisfied with that.
We couldn’t completely clarify his intentions for this.
The materials that we obtained during the thorough investigation of his workshop included items that related to his future magical research, in other words we were limited to, notes, a manuscript that had been laid out for publication, a mountain of catalysts that was used as the core of his alchemy and a large quantity of experiment records etc.
Yet, there was no evidence suggesting that he was in a collusive relationship between him and an influential person, nor a shadowy organisation that was connected to mysteries and was not the Mages Association.
And yet again, we utterly failed to discover it even though we interrogated him through a séance, immediately following his execution.
Summoned as a ghost, Mr. Paracelsus, consistently continued to keep his silence.
It was expected that we’d apply some sort of countermeasures related to a post-mortem séance, in anticipation of an attack, due to our disposal of him.
Paracelsus: “I’ve been waiting for you.”
The first words that he uttered since the day of his execution, had been something like this.
Before us who had wrapped our bodies in an attire made on the premise of anti-magus combat, he received us without a shred of fear, without an irritated expression, and without acting confused.
In addition, he uttered words that were sort of concerning to us who had visited him late at night.
It hadn’t been long since he was officially executed, but we could probably say that the person was being reasonable, as he spoke about the possibility of mutual understanding through dialogue.
Even for me, I’ve had experiences where I witnessed a situation where a magus who had been a target for execution had attacked me by surprise after feigning calmness, but this was the first experience that I’ve had where I’ve confronted a person who strung words together and still truly maintained his composure.
Paracelsus: “I would never fight you. If I were to fight you here, I’d end up hurting you. And, it’s something that I have no intention of doing.”
Our subjective actions had already been decided.
Then, would you say that he was presenting his neck to us?
As I questioned him thusly, he answered like this.
Paracelsus: “Yes. That’s right.”
Why?
Even if you did choose death, there was probably nothing you could gain from it.
Paracelsus: “To me, you are still, one of my beloved children. There’s no way I could possibly harm you.”
As expected he was a strange individual.
If I think of him as a dreamer who spoke solely of his ideals, then I as the investigator who repeatedly handled his behaviour, found that there was nothing at all to be gained and we were yet halfway through.
We had conducted this dialogue with him for up to 5 minutes and 20 seconds, finally, we finished out duty by banishing him as planned.
His last words to me were something like…….
Paracelsus: “When all of you, return to each of your homes, please be affectionate to your children. Even showing it to your neighbours’ kids is fine. As the light that I sought, is in them.”
(An excerpt from a Clock Tower record, on a certain day in September, 1541)
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