For ordinary people, it might be difficult to even last a second.
Not to mention, this will be a "long journey" that will take hours to complete.
Tamayo tapped her fingers rhythmically on the table, her expression showing some inner turmoil.
Although both he and Yushiro had studied this subject, their purposes were exactly opposite.
Tamayo herself focuses on methods to turn demons back into humans; while Yushiro focuses on turning humans into demons.
Therefore, ever since Koinatsu returned, she has had Yushiro record the other party's data for reference.
Since he said that, it means that Koinatsu is indeed facing some difficulties.
She looked at Scribe with her beautiful eyes, wanting to ask her husband's opinion.
However, Tamayo did not see the obvious worry on the Scribe's face.
"Let her choose for herself."
Seeing the conflicted expressions on Tamayo and Yushiro, Scribe's tone was quite relaxed.
"This is what I think now, both then and now."
"When I spoke with Yushiro, I mentioned that the possibility of death was very high."
"Put yourself in a life-or-death situation to survive. Once you've decided what you want to do, you have to risk your life!"
The Scribe's words struck Yushiro's heart like nails.
This reminded him of what the Scribe had told him years ago.
"Do you dare to risk your life for that tiny bit of success?"
A smile appeared on Yushiro, and he gave a self-deprecating laugh before speaking.
'I know, I'll go and tell Koinatsu to come over right away.'
After saying that, he left.
Soon, Koinatsu arrived at the room after receiving the notification.
Following behind her were Gyutaro and Koume.
"Sister Koinatsu, you will succeed, right?"
Koume tugged at Koinatsu's sleeve, looked up, and said.
"Promise me you'll succeed."
"Of course." (Reading La)
Koinatsu gently patted Koume's head and said.
"I will not fail so that I can stay with the Mister Scribe and you all forever."
After saying that, she took a deep breath and her gaze lingered on the faces of Gyutaro, Yushiro, and Tamayo.
Ultimately, the image focuses on the Scribe.
"Aren't you afraid of dying, Koinatsu?"
"I think many people are afraid of death."
Koinatsu tucked her hair behind her ears and then smiled slightly.
"But I'm more afraid of having regrets, and even more afraid of not being able to be with you all."
Her clear eyes revealed an unprecedented determination; at this moment, Koinatsu was just like Joan of Arc.
I have no regrets about the choices I made.
"Good."
Nodding, the Scribe then spoke loudly.
"Since you've made your decision, I'll respect your choice."
"We'll begin tomorrow night."
Since the Scribe had said so, Tamayo and Yushiro naturally had no objections.
Everyone performed their duties: some prepared rooms, others manufactured medicine.
Koinatsu sat down next to Scribe and spoke softly.
"Thank you, sir."
"You will say these kinds of things many, many times in the future, and you will keep saying them."
Scribe wiped away the tears from Koinatsu's eyes, but didn't say anything more.
Soon, it was evening of the second day.
In a spacious room, the Scribe, Tamayo Shi, and Koinatsu gathered together.
"Let's begin."
Chapter 440 The Situation Deteriorates
Nodding, Gyutaro and Koume walked outside.
Their task tonight is to stand in the corridor and act as guards.
The Scribe has given them orders to stop anyone with destructive intent immediately.
They could even kill them on the spot!
Meanwhile, Yushiro and Tamayo began to organize the medicines they had brought, mixing and formulating them, and heating or freezing them.
Koinatsu lay on a bed, saying nothing, just staring silently at the ceiling.
Her expression was a mix of emotions, and it was unclear what she was thinking. (Reading by La)
As for the Scribe, he took a chair and sat by the window, quietly watching the others.
"Don't be nervous, you'll only feel a little nauseous at first."
Yushiro, who was preparing the medicine, turned his head and said something that seemed to be to comfort her.
However, his next sentence revealed his poor communication skills.
"The real pain comes later, and you'll feel..."
"You should go get your medicine."
Interrupting him, the Scribe waved his hand, signaling him not to continue.
Scribe moved the chair to the bedside and looked at Koinatsu, saying.
"If you're nervous, just take a nap. When you wake up, it will be over."
"Good."
Taking a deep breath, Koinatsu blinked and answered.
"I'll give it a try."
Although she knew very well that falling asleep was difficult, she really didn't have any better options at the moment.
Looking at Koinatsu with her eyes closed, the Scribe waved his hand, signaling Tamayo over.
Having lived together for hundreds of years, Tamayo naturally understood the meaning of the Scribe.
She quietly approached, holding a syringe.
She injected the liquid into Koinatsu's body before starting her preparations again.
Under the influence of the medication, Koinatsu's slightly furrowed brows quickly relaxed, and her breathing became very steady.
"That's all we can do. The rest is up to her."
After preparations were completed, Tamayo and Yushiro came to Koinatsu's side.
"Let's begin."
Nodding to them, the Scribe then spoke solemnly.
"I believe she will not let us down."
"Injecting the No. 1 drug."
After shaking the syringe in her hand to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the medicine inside, Tamayo injected the purple liquid into Koinatsu's body.
"Injecting the second agent in ten seconds."
"Countdown, 10, 9..."
"Time's up. Inject the second agent. Prepare the third agent in advance and ensure the temperature is suitable."
With the help of Tamayo and Yushiro, various medicines of different colors and with different smells were injected into Koinatsu's body.
"Injection of drug number twenty-seven, complete."
After injecting the potion, which emitted specks of golden light, Tamayo and Yushiro subconsciously wiped their foreheads.
"You guys rest, I'll tidy up."
He gestured for the two to rest for a while, and the Scribe began to deal with the remaining medical waste.
Although for demons like Tamayo and Yushiro, simply injecting medicine is not a big deal.
However, under psychological pressure, they still exhibited a similar state of tension to humans.
After sorting and packing the medical waste, the Scribe piled it up in a corner.
When the time is right, he will personally dispose of these things to prevent them from ending up outside.
After doing all that, he began to observe Koinatsu.
At this point, Koinatsu was in a similar state to when she first started, breathing evenly, only her complexion was a little rosy.
"Time's up, start recording Koinatsu's reaction."
Tamayo picked up two booklets from the table and handed one to Yushiro.
"You'll be in charge of recording Koinatsu's reactions, and I'll record the time and other things."
A hint of conflict and guilt flashed in Tamayo's eyes as she looked at Koinatsu, but Tamayo quickly concealed it.
"Yes, Miss Tamayo."
Koinatsu was well aware that this demon-transformation ritual was, in a sense, a human experiment being conducted on herself.
And this was something she actively sought out Tamayo and asked her to do.
"If I fail, at least I can provide some data to facilitate future changes, right?"
Recalling Koinatsu's smile at that moment, Tamayo briefly considered giving up on recording.
But at that moment, Scribe grasped her hand.
"This is Koinatsu's choice, and all you have to do is respect it."
Looking at her husband, Tamayo saw only calmness in his eyes.
Like a calm sea, without any ripples.
Tamayo knew that the Scribe wasn't truly indifferent to Koinatsu, but rather that he knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
"I'm being too sensitive."
With a self-deprecating smile on her face, Tamayo began to write in the booklet.
"Start recording, moment one..."
Yushiro, standing to the side, did the same, his fingers constantly recording Koinatsu's changes at minute intervals.
As time went on, Koinatsu's face grew increasingly red.
Later on, even her body became like a red-hot iron, radiating an astonishing temperature.
"Ugh, ugh"
A few gasps escaped her throat; Koinatsu seemed to be enduring immense pain.
His breathing became rapid, and the sweat on his forehead evaporated before it could even fall.