The Wind Is Rising

What kind of turmoil Inquisitor Lord Duanmu Huai's announcement stirred up in this small town could be set aside for now. While undercurrents surged within the town, Duanmu Huai was in the church's basement, staring at a corpse—yes, the church naturally had the duty of preserving corpses, but this one was somewhat different.

Because this corpse belonged to the farmer who had been identified by Duanmu Huai as a heretic and taken away the previous night.

Judging from the marks on his body, he must have been hanged before being placed here for disposal.

But Duanmu Huai had clearly seen him outside earlier today, running around full of life...

"What do you think?"

"This doesn't look like a Homunculus."

Alice Phil withdrew her gaze from the corpse and shook her head.

"Nor does it look like a doll. No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary human."

Medea spoke as well.

"But he should have already died yesterday, yet we saw him again today. Since he's neither a Homunculus nor a doll, could this mage actually be cloning people?"

Duanmu Huai frowned. Strictly speaking, cloning wasn't impossible, but this was supposed to be a magical world. How could it suddenly turn into a science-fiction movie? Surely there wasn't some technologically advanced underground biochemical base beneath this town, right?

One person dies, then another is awakened to serve as a replacement?

Have we really entered the set of a science-fiction movie?

"What is cloning?"

"It's also a method of reproducing and manufacturing humans. Science can make it possible, but this world's technology shouldn't have reached that level yet."

"The body is only a vessel," Medea said.

"The core of every living being is still the soul. This incomplete corpse has no life and is also lacking a soul.