The man who lost his head said softly, and his voice sounded in Roland's heart: "Maybe you are right..."
"But, I can't feel anything anymore."
He sighed hesitantly.
It was already too late and he decisively sentenced himself to death.
The sage named Victor died thousands of years ago. What survived was just a robot with Victor's memory and his action strategies.
From the beginning, when Roland first saw him, the professor's eyes only had a metallic light.
It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but from the beginning, the professor had no so-called "eyes".
His eyes are only composed of four five-millimeter mithril sheets and detachable crystal discs that form a multi-functional array.
Although he knew very well from the beginning that he was just a tool, the professor had to deceive himself and believe that "the person named Victor only transformed into a cyborg because he did not have enough time as a human being."
This sentence itself is good. But the problem is that this incident happened a thousand years ago.
"Why is this happening...I'm supposed to be human...why am I not human?"
Such sad words rang in Roland's heart: "I have all the abilities of a human being, and I can do everything that a human being can do. But why can't I become a human being?"
"Yes, I remembered...my memory is Victor's, and the brain I am connected to was cultivated using Victor's brain. I never had any internal organs, flesh and blood from the beginning...I just realized
This thing. I just realized that I was never human."
"Roland, if you are the great savior, please answer this little question for me. Obviously I can do everything that humans can do in this world, and I can definitely become a new race by myself... But I just
I just want to be human."
"Can only those who have flesh and blood that ages easily, internal organs that are prone to disease, have a lifespan of only a few decades or hundreds of years, are easily impulsive, have fragile emotions, and have souls that are easily infected, can they be called human beings?"
The professor asked.
However, even though he was so sad and angry, there was still no emotion in the professor's words, as calm as reciting the parameters of a certain part. His headless head stood there like a corpse, like a suit of empty armor, without any trembling.
Roland sighed deeply.
"If nothing else...Professor, I only want to ask you one thing."
He looked at the headless man with pity, his beautiful god-like face full of sadness: "Professor...can you cry?"
"……What?"
Even as a professor, he didn't expect Roland to ask him this question.
"Human beings can cry. They will use tears to vent their emotions, sadness, emotion, and joy... Writers will use crying to add 'people's hearts' to the characters they write, and painters will use the moment of crying as a gathering point for some kind of emotional sublimation... No
, not only humans. Animals also cry. Even livestock occasionally shed tears before being slaughtered."
"I feel your sadness, Professor. But, can you cry? Can you express your sadness?"
Roland asked quietly.
For a moment, the headless man was silent. No more words were spoken.
Of course he knew that he couldn't cry.
It has nothing to do with whether he has a head or not. Even if he has a head, even if he wants to cry, he won't be able to cry.
This is not because he is strong enough, nor because his thinking is cold and deformed, nor because he has a reason not to cry. It is just because at the beginning, this was not added to the setting of "Professor"
Function.
Because the "Professor" in Victor's conception, the soul mentor of the new generation of mankind, is a human form designed by the savior, there is no need for him to be too similar to humans.
Just being similar in appearance to humans is enough. The more similar it is to humans, the more it will arouse disgust and fear from humans.
What's more, why does the savior of mankind need to cry? He is just a tool, why does he need to cry?
Victor never thought that one day a certain tool would start to reflect on why he did not become a human being.
"From the beginning, your positioning was wrong...Professor."
Roland stretched out his hand and put it on the professor's broken neck. The thick holy fire in his eyes became more intense.
"You were not supposed to exist in the world as a human... You were supposed to be a god. Have you ever seen saints cry? No. That's it."
"In other words...it was not 'Professor' who was at fault, but 'Victor'. He was obviously dead and had arranged his own funeral, but when he was extracted as a memory bank, he
I still couldn’t help but live on.”
Roland spoke softly, his voice becoming gentler, while the movements in his hands became more and more violent.
He reached out and tore open the professor's artificial skin, pulled off the flow-restricting valve, turned off the simulation mechanism, and took apart the protective plate on the chest to reveal the internal structure, which was full of gears, metal, and silver-white fluid.
Even though it was mixed with a considerable proportion of Orm's blood, Roland still recognized the true form of this silver-white liquid immediately.
That's mercury. The metal that symbolizes rest.
"Bird of bad omen! You must use mercury as your blood and thorns as your crown, and do not get entangled."
Roland muttered softly and suddenly showed a beautiful smile: "Look, Mentor Changmian has obviously recognized your talent. She pities your talent and opens the door for you; when you go astray, she also warns you.
, issued a warning...but in the end, she still respected your choice. Because she is only a mentor, not a king, not a tyrant."
As Roland said that, he put his hand deep inside the professor and grabbed a gear that was constantly rotating at high speed.
His hand was torn almost immediately, and silver-white blood overflowed from his palm, mixing with the professor's blood.
"Victor...you are already an undead from the old era."
Roland lamented: "You'd better rest in peace."
"I will bear your sins, and I will follow your path. If you agree with this principle... just transplant the 'Professor' into me."
Roland calmly spoke incredible words.
He smiled slightly, two flames dancing in his eyes that were completely burned by the flames, but his body full of cracks showed an indescribable beauty.
"...You don't want to be a human anymore? Roland?"
Victor was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became furious: "You told me so much before, but now you have abandoned your human identity in front of me?"
"Do you know how much I long to be a human being? Do you have to trample on my only wish?"
"If this is the case, we have to do it."
Roland closed his eyes gently, his eye sockets sunken deeply.
The pure white flames on his body had begun to weaken, the crystal crown on his head slowly stopped shining, and the cracks on his body began to appear again.
"Because, I want to save the world. If humans can't do this..."
Roland suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand that was deep into the professor's chest suddenly moved forward, and his flesh and blood was continuously rubbed by the rotating gears and spun out.
"Then I won't be a human being anymore, Professor!"
The next moment, as Roland's mercury blood poured into Victor's body, Roland's blood began to control the professor's blood to flow into his severed arm.
The knowledge, wisdom and talent belonging to Victor, as well as all the history of eighteen hundred years, began to appear in Roland's mind. The blood from the professor was immediately evaporated into silver-white steam after coming to Roland's body, repairing Roland.
The broken body made up for Roland's soul, which was burned to less than half.
It was clear that his life force and his memories were plundered by Roland, but Victor did not react at all. It was as if he was pretending that his machine had shut down.
It seemed to be just a small stream of water, but after Roland started squeezing it, more than several tons of mercury flowed out. After nearly a quarter of an hour, the output of mercury gradually became smaller and disappeared.
Then, a large number of cracks appeared on the headless man's body, shattering and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Really... Roland, the meaning of your life seems to be to deny my existence."
Finally, when it was almost completely broken, Victor read in Roland's heart in a very slight voice.
"Nothing, Victor."
Roland just shook his head: "I respect you as much as I respect my mentor, Victor."
"So, can I rest?"
"Go and rest, Victor. Don't forget to pray before going to bed."
Like the purest priest, Roland spoke gently.
"That's it..." Victor sighed contentedly, his voice gradually became quieter, and finally disappeared completely.
Roland watched quietly as the mechanical body belonging to Victor gradually shattered and disappeared completely, then turned around and walked towards the south.
"Elucard, do you think I did the right thing?"
After walking for a while, Roland asked in a low voice.
"You are absolutely right, Emperor."
Behind Roland, a beautiful black-haired girl's upper body appeared in Roland's shadow, and she bowed respectfully to Roland: "It is better to die for the Emperor than to live by yourself."
"So, Elcard."
Roland asked softly: "Are you going back to command the undead for me, or are you going to sit on the throne of the abyss with me and never return to this world? Since you have been with me for so long, I will give you a chance to choose.
."
"My life will always be connected with you."
Ellucard replied without hesitation: "I am... your monster."
"That's it," Roland said dumbly, "Then you can follow me to hell."
"What an honor."
Elucard showed a beautiful smile. (To be continued.)