"Gurgle, gurgle."
"Gurgle, gurgle."
Miquella sat at his desk, toying with two eyeballs carved from gold.
They were the same size as real human eyes, round, with pupils carved into them.
The craftsmanship was exquisite, clearly the work of someone who had put care into it.
Yet however exquisite they were, they were still ornaments.
Golden eyes could not serve the function of real eyes.
No one could see through these golden eyes.
The pair of golden eyes had become playthings in Miquella's hands. He kept fiddling with them, pondering exactly where the problem lay.
He had experience making the Golden Prosthesis, which had allowed Malenia to take to the battlefield.
Both the hand and the foot worked normally, and they could even be detached.
Yet his experience making prosthetic limbs proved entirely useless when it came to making eyes.
Just as he would fit a prosthetic limb, he had placed golden eyes imbued with the magic of Abundance directly into the sockets of a rat whose eyes had been removed.
Miquella had thought this would let the rat see, only to discover that, aside from being able to turn like flesh-and-blood eyes, the golden eyes lacked the crucial function of "seeing."
In other words, Miquella had indeed given life to an inanimate object, but all it could do was move.
For hands and feet, movement was enough.
Malenia could hold a blade, walk, and cut people down. That proved he had succeeded.
Connected to Malenia's consciousness and controlled at will, they had produced remarkable results.
Vision, however, was clearly a more delicate matter.
To give an example, it was like adding a sense of touch to Malenia's prosthetic limbs.
The difficulty could be said to multiply several times over.
Knock, knock.
A knock came at the door, and Miquella