The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

As she left the alchemy chamber, now a furnace, Haida's breathing gradually calmed, and the temperature in her core also dropped slightly. However, she still needed rest and quiet.

“If you have ‘Melanochromic’ and ‘Multi-lung’, you can significantly improve these symptoms… This cannot be tolerated; it must be treated properly.”

Looking at Haida, who had fallen into a deep sleep, Fran, after much restraint, finally revealed a malicious smile.

"Greetings, members of the Order of the Hunters. It seems you require some assistance?"

A cheerful and steady middle-aged male voice rang out from the corridor.

"who are you?"

Vivian pointed her gun at him and gestured for him to keep his distance.

"This nun's high fever is quite severe. Doctor from the Hunters, are you skilled in treating this kind of illness? If it's too much trouble, perhaps we could have a doctor from our Order of the Sun Forge come..."

But he seemed to completely ignore the threat of the gun, and jogged all the way to Haida's side, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Fran in the white coat.

"Please rest assured, sir. I am very good at handling this."

Fran responded, while observing the somewhat impetuous man with interest.

He was dressed in cheap and shoddy knight's armor, and wore a full-face helmet that completely obscured his face.

Although he claims to be a member of the Sunforge Order... this guy even drew the Sunforge design on his armor himself, which does seem a bit unreliable at first glance.

Out of courtesy and his own habit, Fran took the initiative to offer greetings.

"I am the Hunter's contracted physician and also serve as the coroner. May I ask who you are?"

“I’m sorry, Doctor. I arrived in a bit of a rush and forgot to introduce myself. My name is Somur, and I am a knight who worships the sun.”

As he spoke, Somur seemed to be trying to put on a reassuring smile. But what had happened inside the Sunforge Tower had left him feeling rather down, and besides, he was wearing a helmet so no one could see him.

Fran nodded. He then began to further confirm his identity. ■<—∪☆

"Which sun? Is it the 'Forged Sun' or the 'Primordial Sun'?"

"It is the sun that exists 'here'."

Somur patted the hand-painted sun emblem on his chest, causing his armor to clang.

The sound of silver-feathered high heels gradually rose.

She glanced at Anderson, who was slumped on the ground, and roughly guessed what had happened. In fact, after the Secret Service agents reported that the group had entered the restricted area... she had anticipated this situation.

"Let me introduce him. He is the envoy sent by the Sunforge Headquarters, the 'Suncrowned Knight' Somur. He usually wanders the wilderness looking for people in need of help. It seems he was chosen because he happens to be relatively close to Norrington..."

After introducing the unfamiliar knight, she walked up to Vivian. She sighed softly and rubbed her temples.

"Vivian... please explain what happened briefly."

"The members of the Sunforge Order all died because of some forbidden alchemy, and Anderson was probably the mastermind. As for that alchemical creation..."

She looked at Anderson and the location of the Pseudo-Sun Sword on the ground, a hint of doubt appearing in her eyes.

Anderson was still in the same spot, but the sword that had been lying on the ground... was gone.

Fran blinked almost imperceptibly, clearly having noticed the sword's escape beforehand.

But what does this have to do with her?

-

"On July 27, a major casting accident was reported at the Norrington Sunstone Order branch. Except for two patrol teams stationed outside, everyone else inside the tower perished... The possibility of intrusion by evil offspring has been ruled out. The details of the incident are still under investigation."

Fran put down the Norrington Evening Post, then picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. The latte art foam clung to his lips like a white beard.

"Something that happened several days ago is only being reported today. The city hall's efficiency is really bad..."

Although seven of the survivors within the Tower of the Sunforge were dead, and Sigrid, the "Three Swords of the False Sun," had also escaped, the obvious forbidden marks in the Alchemy Chamber were undeniable. Somur, a very easygoing man, accepted the result after meticulously confirming its accuracy.

After handing over the reins to Silverfeather Hydra, he began the reconstruction work, in which the knight possessed unimaginable talent and passion.

Fran, somewhat bored, rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window at the sunset glow.

Silver Hydra returned so quickly that she couldn't take Haida back to the Fog Street Clinic for further treatment. She could only provide emergency care under the watchful eyes of several people before handing her over to the nurses of the Medical Court.

Oh, what a pity. I was all ready for the next stage of modification... cough, treatment surgery.

-

In a damp, foggy alley, Sigrid huddled in the shadows, wrapped in the tattered robes of the Sunforge Order.

Confusion and pain drove her to the brink of madness, but each time those negative emotions reached their peak... Fran's medication would bring her emotions back to a stable balance.

But she could feel the effects of the drug gradually fading, and one day the ever-growing madness would consume her.

Her memories told her she was Sigrid, but reason told her… she was merely a man-made alchemical creation. A sword, a fabricated illusion concocted by fanatics in their pursuit of the sun's radiance.

Sigrid could remember the voices and smiles of every former colleague in the Sunforge, and she could also remember the pain Anderson felt when he pierced his own chest with a ritual knife. No, that's not right, it wasn't herself who was sacrificed, it was the real "Sigrid" who was sacrificed.

As her memories became clearer, she even recalled the formula and alchemy process that had created her.

First. A fragment of the "First Sun".

Second. 400g of highly refined Philosopher's Stone.

第三。灵与1肉具备足够资0格的载体0。以及尽7可能多的，6信仰9铸日的灵魂…1…4℃∝3”＜6＞■

Anderson and Maltz killed themselves, completing the final step of the alchemical process. They then went to the absolutely safe library, where they awaited their harvest of the souls of everyone within the tower.

Having transformed into "pseudo-sun", it broke through the library's defenses, but after expending too much power, it fell into a deep sleep, losing its light and heat, and instinctively reshaped itself into human form. Even its memories remained at a certain moment before "Sigrid's" life.

...until the doctor discovered it.

"Hmm~ Thinking about me?"

Fran smiled and slowly stepped into the deep alley. His thick-soled leather shoes made a crisp sound on the blue bricks.

Sigrid looked somewhat surprised as the person who came and sat down against the wall next to her.

“Dr. Fran? But… how did you find me? I wandered around for ages before finally getting through that fog; this shouldn’t be in reality…”

Fran chuckled and patiently began to explain.

“My dear Miss Sigrid, you are now at 13 Norlington, Fog Street Clinic... which is my home.”

"Because of you, it's been almost sunny all week in Fog Street. Although the clothes are drying quickly, you've disrupted my precious biological clock... How are you going to make it up to me?"

Chapter 47 Living Metal

“Dr. Fran, what can I give you now? Or perhaps… you, like Anderson, covet the power of the primordial sun? Then please take the fragment of the 'Primordial Sun' from within me and end my suffering…”

Sigrid lowered her eyes, her expression dejected and gloomy.

She was tormented by self-reproach stemming from her conscience and self-doubt about her existence, and even with Fran's medication providing some relief, she was already exhausted.

"But it's not even as valuable to me as a bag of cat food."

Fran shook Zero's slender index finger; Zero did not directly respond to Sigrid's plea. 9∧〔々。 四￠←san*－∧

“I’m a doctor who does things out of passion, and the only necessity in my life is having interesting patients. And you… you fit my criteria for choosing patients.”

Fran was sitting next to Sigrid at that moment.

Although she maintained a polite distance, she could still feel the intense heat emanating from the other person, somewhat similar to the madness brand she had previously possessed.

But what's even more interesting is that... when she was first seen at the Tower of the Sun, she was exactly like an ordinary person, without any characteristics of an alchemical creation.

"You want to heal me?"

Sigrid was silent for a moment, then looked up at the doctor who always seemed to be smiling.

“But I am not the real ‘Sigrid,’ not a craftsman of the Sunforge, not even human… I am just a fake who inherited her memories. Perhaps my existence is a mistake, and death is the best end.”

"That's wonderful. Only kind people face this kind of self-reproach... I've never had this kind of trouble."

Fran looked at her with a hint of regret, then changed the subject and began to talk about other things.

“Miss Sigrid, do you know why I went to the Sunforge Tower alone that day?”

"why?"

Sigrid followed up on Fran's question, clearly curious about the reason for her sudden visit to the cult.

This mist-shrouded neighborhood exists on a narrow boundary between reality and a higher dimension, a place forbidden to mortals. Yet this doctor has managed to appear here and claim it as his home…

So what exactly is she? Did she foresee the disaster at the Tower of the Sun?

"Well... I promised to give Sister Haida a piece of her collection, a sword. However, it was quite damaged, so I thought I'd take it to the Sunforge Order to have it repaired and reforged."

Fran spoke softly and gently, like a psychologist soothing a patient's emotions.

As the conversation turned to areas she was familiar with, Sigrid's attention gradually drew in, and a faint light began to shine in her dim eyes.

"Was it the sword that blocked my way? I could definitely feel the damage and breakage at the time... but even in that state, it still possessed incredible physical strength. Was it a numbered relic?" Qi

She herself was an extremely talented craftswoman, possessing an almost instinctive interest and passion for casting swords and similar objects. (Six)

"No, that sword isn't on the register of any clandestine organization."

Fran began to describe the Executioner's Greatsword further, and Sigrid's expression became focused, briefly forgetting the philosophical questions about her own existence.

"The sword's forging is of an exceptionally high standard, and it uses a technique I've never seen before... If I could study the actual artifact, perhaps I could come up with a solution. Dr. Fran, would you be willing to let me give it a try?"

After a moment's thought, Sigrid made the suggestion to Fran. 4

Her word choice was humble and precise, because she herself wasn't entirely confident about it.

“It’s wonderful that Miss Sigrid is willing to help. After all, it’s not easy to find qualified craftsmen in Norlington these days.”

Fran crossed his arms slightly, a hint of surprise in his amber eyes.

"Come with me to the Foggy Street Clinic first. It's not a good habit to always squat in the dark corner of the street, you'll turn into a mushroom, you know?"

Fran stood up lightly, casually brushing the dust off his white coat. Then he extended his hand to her.

"Ah."

Sigrid grasped Fran's hand, which was covered in stitches, and stood up shakily.

……

Foggy Street Clinic, living room.

Sigrid sat on a soft velvet sofa, holding a cup of clear, bright black tea in her hands.

She carefully observed the layout of the clinic, like a kitten or puppy arriving for the first time, reserved and cautious.

The clinic's interior is predominantly wooden, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere while remaining exceptionally clean and spotless. Unlike typical medical facilities that are filled with the smell of chlorine disinfectant, the air is permeated with a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

"This is black tea I got from a rather unfriendly patient. It comes from Atilia, the homeland of the Suncasting Order, and has a fermented and smoky flavor. Perhaps you'll like it?"

After brewing the tea, Fran casually placed an exquisite silk bag back into the cabinet, then gracefully sat down opposite Sigrid.

Sigrid took a small sip, her tense expression gradually relaxing and softening.

She wasn't worried at all about encountering the cliché of poisoning her tea, since there was no need for it. If Dr. Fran truly wanted her life, he wouldn't have waited until now to act.

Fran didn't ask what it tasted like, because she already knew the answer from Sigrid's gradually relaxing expression.

She then took the Executioner's Greatsword from her medicine chest and placed it flat on the table. Heaven knows how she managed to fit such a massive sword inside...

The sword exudes an ancient and profound aura, as if it has withstood the test of millions of years. Yet, at the same time, it carries an extremely advanced design concept, making it seem like a product of the future.

"The guard is missing. The blade was previously covered with some kind of hardened crystal, but it has almost all peeled off... The inside of the blade groove contains a large number of incomprehensible precision mechanisms and is severely damaged."

Sigrid eagerly began to examine the Executioner's Greatsword, her focus bordering on piety, even her breathing seemed to freeze.

It took her about half an hour to snap out of her dazed, entranced state. Then she let out a soft, frustrated sigh.

“Dr. Fran, I’m afraid I can’t repair it. The unknown metal that makes up the blade can be reshaped using the ‘Gold Melting Ritual,’ but the internal mechanics are far too complex… I can’t even try to understand them.”

Fran didn't show any disappointment, seemingly unsurprised. Instead, he began to comfort Sigrid.

"That's normal, don't be discouraged. Even the scholars of the White Cup Order wouldn't be able to understand the technology contained in those machines."

It's a bit too ridiculous to ask someone who hasn't fully grasped macroscopic physics and has just broken through the technological bottleneck of internal combustion engines to try to understand the decomposition force field generator on a power sword...

“We can try a different approach and remove the mechanical structure from the sword slot. Let's return everything to the realm that the Sunforge Order is familiar with—alchemy and forging.”

Sigrid rubbed her chin, biting her lip with a hint of eager anticipation, as if she already had a design in mind.

"If we abandon this part, then it is indeed feasible to try it."

“But I need a room to set up the third type of ritual, as well as a small workshop to support alchemy... Wouldn’t it be a bit inconvenient to do that in the clinic?”

She could no longer return to her private foundry within the Tower of the Sun; the entire Order was now searching for her. "Searching" was far too mild; "hunting" would be a much more apt description.