Yet the puppet's jar head could restore itself after being smashed. It was tossed onto the ground for a good shattering every so often, without losing a single drop of the water inside. The old Wizard's craftsmanship really was excellent.
This mischievous, one-eyed giant probably liked making amusing yet useful things for his own enjoyment between solving difficult experimental problems. Perhaps he had first entered the field of artificial oddities because of an interesting oddity or an entertaining experience. All these things kept his original spirit of exploration alive and allowed him to continue enjoying it.
Yet this esteemed Wizard had designed the tower's opening mechanism so that an Alchemical Puppet had to brace both hands against the tower and ram its head into the door. This mischievous design from countless years ago now left all the Wizards present silent.
Ruger curled his lip, thinking of the Monster Wolf that forced people to take children out for walks, and Big Fish, who prevented disturbances after waking up and doubled as a bathtub. Even the tearoom before him was the Mushroom Kingdom, which raised itself to be delicious. Considering all that, this method of opening the door did not seem too outrageous.
In Big Fish's telling, this Cyclops Wizard had been an immensely grand figure, a symbol of wisdom. His hands were the Hand of Miracles, and he even bore the title Miracle Creator. But that big-mouthed fish had clearly left out the most important point. Without that freely soaring, childlike spirit, an amusing strange fish like Big Fish would never have been born.
The Bearer froze for a moment, then turned to look at the Elder Bearer, whose hair was half white.
The Elder Bearer's brow was deeply furrowed. He had clearly sensed the other man's gaze, but ignored it,