Creating a Lifeform in a Bottle

Blackthorn Security Company.

Luther stood in front of the company, glanced at the somewhat weathered signboard, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

I'm already very familiar with this place.

Stepping inside, Rozanne, as usual, sat behind the table, dozing off with a newspaper in her hand, her head nodding. She walked forward and greeted Siga and Royale, who were chatting on the sofa. Crossing the partition into the hallway, she saw Klein, Leonard, and Kenley playing cards in the Lounge on the left. Luther smiled at them and turned to go into Dunn's office.

"Captain, I'm back at work."

He said to Dunn behind the table.

"Yes, welcome back."

Dunn put down his pipe and smiled deeply. "How is Cecilia?"

Oh right, the excuse I gave for asking for leave was that my younger sister disliked school.

Luther nodded and said, "I spent the day at home with her, and she's in a much better mood now, and she's willing to go back to school. But I've already asked for leave for her, so this is a good opportunity for her to rest for a few more days."

"Alright."

Dunn remained noncommittal. "If anything happens afterward, you can tell me, and maybe I can help. Heh... A truly unforgettable nightmare is enough to wake up those who enjoy bullying others."

Captain, you're just looking for an opportunity to scare the little girl, aren't Acting?

Luther complained, but he felt a warmth in his heart, knowing that the other person cared about him.

As he left the captain's office, he nearly bumped into Klein.

"Why aren't you playing cards with them anymore?"

"I need to talk to you, so I sent those two to play cards with Frye underground."

Klein said.

Did you need something?

Luther slightly disagreed.

Klein said, "Melissa said when she got home yesterday, she was harassed by some thugs on the Lower Street, but luckily Cecilia happened to pass by and helped her and her friend..."

It turned out that after being rescued, Melissa wanted to express her gratitude but didn't know how. After her two brothers suggested something, they finally decided to invite them to see the popular play "The Return of the Earl" at the theater that weekend.

"Not only Melissa, but Benson and I are also very grateful to her. If it weren't for her, Melissa would have been in danger."

Klein said very sincerely. Melissa didn't explain it very clearly, only saying that Cecilia drove away the scoundrels, so he didn't know how skilled Cecilia was, let alone Consciousness Cecilia might have become an extraordinary being.

Weekend...

Today is Friday, Ms. M could take action at any moment. She doesn't know if she'll have the chance to hold out until then.

Luther hesitated, wondering whether to refuse. But seeing Klein's expectant eyes, he thought, who cares? If I can survive, I'll go; if I can't, it doesn't matter at all.

"Okay, I'll go back and tell Cecilia, we can go together then."

He smiled and agreed.

What happened next was unremarkable; it was just an ordinary workday, but it might also be his last. Under Ms. M's supervision, Luther continued his self-study, interacted with colleagues, rested, and exercised as usual... until it was time to leave work, when he took a trackless carriage back to his house at No. 6 Daffodil Street.

When he got home, he suddenly felt that something was different in the house; the familiar yet repulsive fragrance seemed to have faded considerably.

Ms. M is not here?

The opportunity has arrived!

"Luther, you're back."

Cecilia stood up to greet her. She had a hooded cloak over her dress, which she hadn't taken off yet, as if she had just returned.

Where is she?

Luther pretended to ask casually.

"She went outside. She had just left when I came back; she'd only been gone a few minutes."

Cecilia's answer made him even more excited. If Ms. M had just left, then she had given him even more time.

We must seize this opportunity!

So Luther walked towards Cecilia with a seemingly calm demeanor, uttering some meaningless chatter. Just as the two were close enough, he pressed his finger against the black ring on his finger.

The Goddess gave him one last chance: the chance to block Ms. M's surveillance!

"Brush!"

The black threads broke free from Luther's fingers and quickly wrapped around his body. Because Cecilia was close enough, her body was also affected and enveloped in the black threads.

It's blocked!

Luther, through the eyes of the Secrets Suppliant, saw that the blood energy monitoring Cecilia was also under control, and knew that the two of them had temporarily escaped Ms. M's surveillance.

"Luther? This is...:"

"Cecilia, don't ask anything! I don't have time to explain! Listen to me, come with me!"

He had no time to explain to his sister; he quickly grabbed her wrist and led her straight upstairs to his bedroom.

Although Cecilia had no idea what was wrong with her brother, she still followed him into his bedroom and watched him squat down and pull a briefcase out from under the bed.

A strong, overwhelming stench of blood wafted towards us.

Thankfully, the Preservation Ritual is still effective; the food is still very fresh!

Luther immediately spotted Madam Sharon's heart. Although it had been there for several days, it was still fresh and its Spirituality had not dissipated because he had used Ritual to preserve it.

He quickly pulled out various ingredients from his pocket and began to mix them.

Only then did he have time to explain to his sister:

"Listen, Cecilia! This thing can extract the Flesh that woman fed you, so you'll be free from her control."

"Luther, you can use it first..."

"Stop arguing with me! Hold out your hand!"

Luther interrupted Cecilia, grabbed his sister's arm, and pulled up her clothes. Looking at his sister's delicate arm, he felt a pang of heartache for a second, but still hardened his heart and cut a finger-length wound.

Cecilia trembled slightly.

Next, he picked up a Mercury flask, used it to collect his sister's blood, and then added various herbs into the flask.

After completing the preparations, he placed the bright red, foul-smelling Witch's Heart at the mouth of the bottle.

The bottle opening was too small; the heart couldn't possibly fit inside. Luther simply managed to stabilize the heart before proceeding with the most crucial step.

He then recited the Honorific Name of the Hidden Sage in Hermes:

"The embodiment of spirit and number,

The origin of all knowledge

Hidden Sage in the Wilderness.

His Indifference eyes slowly opened in the invisible sky, and a strange and crazy power surged into his body, along with a vast amount of knowledge.

I pray to you;

I pray that you will grant me strength;

"Grant me the power to complete the 'Lifeform in a Bottle'..."

Enduring the immense pain caused by the forced indoctrination of knowledge, Luther continued to pray. He raised the dagger and pressed it against the Witch's Heart, using the power bestowed by the Hidden Sage to carve forbidden patterns upon it.

Soon, the Witch's Heart turned even redder, and like a molten living thing, it wriggled through the bottle opening and fell into the blood and herbs with a plop.

"Knock knock, knock knock."

Soaked in the liquid in the bottle, the heart, which had been dead, began to beat again.