Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Isaac, oblivious to all this, said, "Yeah, I'm still weak, I can't even move a finger, it's really... Um, Charlotte, what are you trying to do?"

Isaac snapped out of his daze and found Charlotte slowly approaching him, sitting on the edge of Isaac's bed, one hand patting his head.

Charlotte's face slowly approached Isaac's, the strands of hair hanging down making his nose itch slightly, and he could vaguely smell the unique fragrance of the girl.

"Mr. Isaac, did you and Violet kiss?"

Huh? A kiss? What is she saying? Isaac didn't understand what was going on and quickly said, "Um, I'm injured right now, could you get off me first?"

"Not yet, right~" Charlotte ignored him, her face slightly flushed but she still smiled and continued, "Your first kiss wasn't with Violet..."

Isaac had a bad feeling.

"It's me, Charlotte!"

After saying that, he cupped Isaac's head and slowly brought his face closer.

However, she immediately felt her hair being pulled.

"Ouch! Who's the rude person?" Charlotte turned around and saw the person who was grabbing her hair to stop her.

Violet!

"Huh!!" Charlotte exclaimed in surprise when she saw Violet.

Violet looked at Charlotte expressionlessly and asked, "What do you intend to do to Mr. Isaac?"

When Isaac, who was in the hospital bed, saw Violet arrive, he immediately laughed and said, "Haha, as expected of my excellent subordinate, you've come at just the right time."

Violet, seeing that Isaac was awake, quickly bypassed Charlotte and went to Isaac's bedside: "Mr. Isaac! You're finally awake!"

She is overjoyed. She had been worried about Isaac every day during the three days he was in a coma, and now that she sees him finally awake, she is moved to tears.

But upon seeing Isaac's mechanical hand, his expression turned somewhat sorrowful.

Like his right leg, which was blown off, he lost it while saving himself.

“I’m fine now. I can go out again after a few more days of rest. I’ll have to use a wheelchair for the next few days, so I’ll have to trouble you.” Isaac smiled. “Don’t think too much about it. This is my own choice.”

"Yes."

After agreeing, she immediately looked at Charlotte and asked, "Charlotte, what were you trying to do just now?"

Violet didn't think anything of it. When she saw Charlotte slowly approaching Isaac, she assumed she was going to harm him, so she immediately intervened to stop her.

"For my future happiness and such..." Charlotte glanced to the side as she said this.

"?"

"Forget it, you probably wouldn't understand even if I told Violet this now." Since Violet is here, I feel like I don't have much of a chance right now. "I'll go back first. You take good care of Mr. Isaac."

Anyway, Mr. Isaac will be recuperating in Anschel for at least a month, so I'm not entirely without a chance.

“Yes, that’s my duty too.” Violet didn’t understand the hidden meaning in Charlotte’s words, and simply agreed.

Chapter 102: How about a singing typewriter?

Isaac rested in the sanatorium for almost a month, during which time he was visited by people such as Claudia and Gilbert.

However, they returned shortly after arriving.

Gilbert was busy with military affairs, while Claudia planned to retire and start a postal company when the Northern Allied Forces announced their surrender.

Aside from them, Charlotte would come here every few days, ostensibly to take care of Isaac.

As for Violet, she was glued to Isaac's side 24/7. She helped feed him at mealtimes, and occasionally pushed his wheelchair along when they went for a stroll in the sanatorium's back garden. When Isaac lay in bed like a corpse, she would quietly sit beside him and watch. As for the nights...

"Violet, I remember I arranged accommodation for you, didn't I?"

"I want to stay by Mr. Isaac's side."

"But there's only one bed in this ward..."

Isaac finally managed to persuade her to stay in the lounge next door, and the next morning he could see her lying by his bed.

A month later, Isaac began to get out of bed and walk around.

The sanatorium's back garden has a beautiful environment with plenty of green plants, and many patients like to stroll around here when they have nothing to do.

Arriving in the back garden, Isaac stretched and loosened up. Next, he would begin his rehabilitation training.

He slowly began to move his right hand and right leg, which had been replaced with mechanical armor, and he was still getting used to them.

"Let's try throwing a punch first," Isaac said, attempting to throw his right fist.

With a single punch, the surrounding air began to whistle and hiss. Isaac could clearly feel the immense power of this punch.

“Mr. Isaac, someone is looking for you. They say they are an employee of Stac Corporation,” Violet said, standing behind Isaac.

Stac, the company that manufactured Isaac's right hand and right foot mechanical limbs, is a military products company and is very famous in Leiden, Sheftrich, and other places.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Isaac?" The visitor was a refined-looking young man who stood not far from Isaac, carrying a briefcase.

"Yes, that's me."

Isaac shook hands with him and then sat down in the gazebo in the back garden.

“I am Gerald Bernie, a technical specialist from Stac. Today’s visit is for after-sales service. Mr. Isaac, what do you think of our products?” the employee asked.

“Oh, I haven’t used it much because I’ve been lying in the hospital room. I just tried it out and it feels pretty powerful.” Isaac said, stretching his mechanical right hand.

"Of course, our company is a military products company, and even the limbs we produce have a certain combat capability."

As he spoke, Jeller took a golf ball from his briefcase and tossed it to Isaac.

Isaac caught it with his right arm, gently squeezed it between his fingers, and the golf ball exploded instantly.

"This instrument has a finger strength of 1500 kilograms per square centimeter, a punching force of five tons, and its hardness can easily penetrate a 15-millimeter-thick steel plate," Jeller said proudly.

"That's really good. What about the right leg?"

"This right leg device is our prototype. It has extremely strong explosive power and can jump up to ten meters on one leg."

Wow, this technology is impressive. Although it's still a bit behind Amestoris's mechanical armor technology, it's pretty close.

"Mr. Isaac, do you have any requests? For example, what features would you like to add?"

"Oh? Can we add more?"

“Yes, the limbs were originally custom-made, but because you were in a coma when you returned from the battlefield for surgery, we used the company's stock. If you have any needs, you can return them to the factory for modification,” Jeller said with a smile.

In fact, limbs that have already been installed are not allowed to be returned to the factory for modification, because that would consume a lot of manpower and resources, but Isaac's status is what it is.

Although the news of the war ending overnight was kept secret by the leaders of various countries, the common people already knew about his position as Colonel Amestoris and the State Alchemist.

His status as a state alchemist alone was enough for Stac to grant him any request.

"Could you add a feature that allows me to listen to the radio anytime, anywhere?"

"What?"

"Oh no, just kidding."

"But now that you mention it, sir, I do remember something. Another department in our company has recently developed a singing typewriter."

"Huh?" This time it was Isaac's turn to look puzzled.

What kind of high-tech thing is a singing typewriter?

"This thing is really amazing. It uses phonograph technology and produces beautiful singing. Every time the typewriter finishes singing, people will exclaim, 'The typewriter sings so well!'"

What kind of nonsense is this?

"Would you like to know more, sir?"

“No need, but I would like to make some minor changes to my right hand,” Isaac said.

"Please speak."

“Actually, I just wanted to add some small parts,” Isaac said, then asked, “Do you have a pen and paper with you?”

"Oh, yes." He quickly took out a few sheets of white paper and a pencil from his briefcase.

Isaac pieced together several sheets of white paper and began doodling on them with a pencil. Jeller watched from the side, but the more he watched, the more impressed he became.

After finishing the drawing, Isaac handed several sheets of paper to Jeremy: "I want to add this to my right arm. I've given you the design. Can you do it?"

Jeller carefully put the papers away and said, "Of course, no problem, but the collection of materials might be..."

The blueprints indicate that a certain amount of diamonds are required, and the modification process is extremely complex. It is estimated that once it is made, it will be virtually impossible to create a replica due to the high cost.

“No need to look for materials, I’ll give them to you right here.” With that, Isaac broke off a branch next to him.

After a flash of lightning, several diamonds appeared in Isaac's hand.

“I had forgotten that Mr. Isaac was the State Alchemist of Amestris, but seeing alchemy for the first time is truly amazing,” Jeller said with a look of amazement as he accepted the diamond from Isaac.

He then took out some tools from his briefcase and carefully disassembled Isaac's limbs, placing them in a special box.

“Then I’ll head back now. The rehabilitation will probably take a few days, and we’ll contact you as soon as possible.” With that, Jeller left the sanatorium.

After watching him leave, Isaac intended to continue practicing, but sighed when he saw his now empty right hand.

Let's wait a few more days.

Chapter 103: Mission Completed

About a week later, Jeller delivered the modified limbs.

The new limbs felt a bit heavier, but it wasn't a big deal.

“Mr. Isaac, we modified this limb as you instructed, but…” Jeller hesitated for a moment.

Isaac: "What's wrong?"

“This weapon is far too dangerous. Please be careful when using it, sir.” Jeller said with some lingering fear, “Three workers wearing protective suits were injured during the manufacturing process… I don’t think we will ever make this type of limb again.”

The design drawings that Isaac gave them seemed very simple, but after they actually built it, they felt that the limb was full of danger.

Even when Jeller delivered the items, he was wearing a protective suit, for fear of triggering some kind of mechanism.

"You've really had a lot of work to do." Isaac stretched his mechanical limbs and could indeed feel the difference compared to before.

Jeller placed a bottle on the table: "This is limb oil. Isaac will have to take care of the maintenance himself. I heard that you are about to return to your homeland."

“Yes, indeed,” Isaac said.

The war on the mainland is over, and I can go back and report back.