Chapter 55 – 55. The cat was dead
About two weeks have passed.
Meanwhile, Princess Eleanor began to visit me more and more often, but thanks to the presence of many capable wizards, the Mac was successfully completed.
“and.”
An exclamation was heard from one of the wizards.
Everyone was smiling with satisfaction as they looked at a small monster in a glass case.
It was Mac.
The thoughts mixed with the magicians’ mana gathered together and became a concept.
Artificial life was inhabited in the form we had created.
Looking at it this way, I thought that there would be no difference in being human.
I thought that maybe God created us this way too.
Of course, Macs couldn’t think as colorfully as we do. He could be seen as some kind of robot or AI.
A being that moves and acts according to what we think and plan.
It was a monster that could do no more than that.
[I’m glad I didn’t use Lemegeton.]
“… … .”
I honestly agreed with what the dark spirit was saying next to me. The wizards were so capable that they did not even bring up the final bastion called Lemegeton.
When fighting the Magic Judge, I held it in my hand so I could use it while hiding it, but it was an item that would make mages turn their eyes away if they saw it.
Also better known as the Stone of Death, it was an object of reproach in the kingdom.
“It was a success.”
The archmage standing next to me seemed moved and reached out to shake my hand.
I nodded, gently holding his hand.
“Thank you for your hard work. “If it weren’t for the Archmage and his students, it would have taken much longer.”
“No, I am grateful to you for allowing me to take on this challenge at such an old age.”
An archmage who is happy that he has overcome his own limitations and learned something new.
We simultaneously turn and look at Mac again. A Mac the size of a small dog was wandering around the case, sniffing and looking for nightmares.
It was finally time to get results.
* * *
“Whoa.”
Princess Eleanor lies down on the soft bed, breathing slowly.
The warm lemon tea I just drank made my body feel warm, and the soft pillow and fluffy blanket wrapped my body in a familiar way.
The lights in the room are turned off, and only a soft lamp is left on.
Just in case, a wizard created steam in the room to keep it moist, and classical musicians were playing in a corner of the room to help me sleep.
It felt like she had put in all her effort to ensure a comfortable sleep, but on the contrary, it felt like a burden to Eleanor.
just.
Wouldn’t it be enough to just have Deius looking at you blankly from the side?
Suddenly, that thought occurred to me, but I pretended it wasn’t for no reason and closed my eyes.
Just like reading a fairy tale to a child, if Deius tells you an interesting story that only you know, you will fall asleep easily.
However, it was obvious that if she said such a thing, her brother, King Orpheus, would glare at her with lights in his eyes.
“Is this really the last time?”
Eleanor asked Deius out of anxiety. She still couldn’t believe that today was the end of her dream that had haunted her for years.
To such a princess, Deius always answers with the same calm, level-headed voice.
“Yes, the last nightmare.”
“after.”
In times like these, I think it might be okay to speak a little softly.
That’s why he was Deius Verdi, and that’s why he felt like he could trust him like this.
The appearance of being so much the same as usual brings a sense of peace to Eleanor’s heart.
“I’m going to sleep now.”
Eleanor slowly closes her eyes.
Deius Verdi, King Orpheus, and Archmage Rockpelican who were by her side just nodded their heads in silence.
She was always suffering from fatigue due to minimal sleep, so falling asleep was instantaneous.
As a lullaby plays quietly, the Mac that Deius is holding begins to sniff.
It was a signal that it had found the nightmare, and immediately it opened its mouth towards the princess.
* * *
“… … .”
Eleanor woke up in a flower field in the garden. It feels like brain fluid is filling up her empty head.
For a moment, Eleanor, who stood blankly like an unconscious doll, suddenly looked around.
Ah, the garden of the kingdom.
What were you doing now?
I began to build up my scattered thoughts step by step like blocks.
Yes, that’s right.
I remember calling Deius. I don’t know why he was blank, but Deius was sitting on a bench and absentmindedly writing something in a notebook.
Without thinking, Eleanor approaches Deius as if it were instinct.
He was still writing something in his notebook as he approached.
Eleanor always thought that sometimes it would be better if Deius had told her the password first.
If they voluntarily told me the password rather than asking for it themselves, I would feel like they valued me and that the princess herself was not being foolish.
Besides, didn’t you have an answer prepared?
“Of course it’s real!” I wanted to show a confident appearance along with the feeling that I had not been defeated by a nightmare or something.
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I wanted to convince myself that this place was real.
With such regret, Eleanor walked lightly with her back to Deius and asked.
“Is this real? Mr. Deius!”
When asked a little playfully, Deius slowly raised his head, made eye contact with Eleanor, and opened his mouth.
“There is a green animal called a cell phone. “It’s something I often use on websites.”
“… … .”
The moment she heard the answer, Eleanor’s eyes narrowed.
With that one answer, I felt as if I had been jolted awake from my dazed and sluggish thinking.
This is not reality.
He was in a dream, and he was currently asleep for the end of this nightmare.
My heart was momentarily shaken, but now that I thought that this too was over, I quickly felt at peace.
Deius over there looked at Eleanor blankly, and his shape slowly began to distort.
Soon it too takes the form of Eleanor.
Eleanor clearly threatens the fake who is looking at her without saying anything and expressionless.
“It’s over now. Today, I will say goodbye to this damn nightmare. “Outside, Deius is destroying this nightmare.”
To those words, fake Eleanor made a mysterious expression and answered in an easy-going manner.
“Yeah, I guess so. “The dream is really coming to an end.”
The background of the dream was gradually disappearing. It cracks and becomes fragments, and the fragments become faintly transparent and lose their color.
I was relieved to feel the cage collapsing.
Did the fake really read those thoughts? The fake asked like Eleanor.
“Are you relieved? “Because I no longer dream?”
“Isn’t it obvious? For me, night was always a fear, and sleep was something I couldn’t get rid of even if I wanted to. “I am finally free.”
Fake Eleanor heard that and nodded, saying yes.
It felt different than usual.
It was different from the way he tried to somehow find the difference between reality and dreams and eliminate the sense of gap.
Have I given up?
Because I felt like I would answer anything now.
Eleanor swallowed her saliva, clenched her fists, and asked.
“What the hell are you?”
“… … .”
Fake Eleanor slowly stands up in response to the question. Only after looking at each other and making eye contact was Eleanor able to notice the difference.
surprisingly.
Fake Eleanor’s eyes contained desire, greed, and unyielding faith.
When I saw that, fear suddenly began to enter my eyes, mouth, and nose.
Now, when you compare yourself to this fake.
I couldn’t shake the question of who was the better Eleanor, and I wasn’t even sure.
I didn’t have that level of faith, nor did I have faith or confidence in myself.
Even though she reached the end of the dream, Fake Eleanor’s shoulders did not flinch and her back showed no signs of bending.
Despite his small size, he has a will and desire like Taesan.
It was attacking Eleanor’s body violently.
Crispy, crispy!
The world and dreams are collapsing.
The long, hellish dream was finally coming to an end.
Deius is helping.
Eleanor remembers that and regains her composure. The fake didn’t seem to like it very much.
“Are you relying on a professor like that? “I was weak and fell.”
“… … .”
“I don’t know how long I’m going to live like that, but that’s enough. “If that’s what you want.”
“what does it mean?”
“It was fun so far.”
The fake sighs, turns around, takes a step forward, and leaves.
“hi.”
It was the moment that put an end to Eleanor’s nightmare.
* * *
“Huh! Huh! “Huh!”
Eleanor woke up in a hurry. The archmage had used magic to wipe away sweat, so I woke up feeling refreshed.
“Eh, Eleanor!”
King Orpheus was in a hurry, so he approached Princess Eleanor. I deliberately take a few steps back so as not to disturb the brief farewell and reunion.
“ah… … .”
Eleanor looks at her brother and begins to shed tears.
“I did it, I did it.”
Overwhelmed with emotion, Eleanor is embraced by Orpheus as if entrusting herself to him.
The king’s expression becomes distorted with emotion, as if he can feel the weight of the tears flowing down his face.
“now… … “You don’t have to be afraid of the night.”
King Orpheus also sheds tears and hugs her tightly at the words of Eleanor, who vents out the resentment she has been harboring for years.
No more nightmares.
A peaceful night has finally come to the little girl.
The two people cried while hugging each other for a long time. The archmage sent the musicians outside and turned his body to avoid seeing the king’s tears, but his eyes were also slightly moist.
After that, Eleanor was sitting on the bed, as if her body had relaxed, and King Orpheus came towards me.
Then he stretched out his hand and hugged me.
“Thank you so, so much! “Thanks to you!”
“… … .”
To be honest, I didn’t really like this kind of intense display of affection, but I stayed quiet because I could feel how happy the king was.
“Let’s have a banquet today! “There will be a very grand banquet!”
As he says that, the King smiles brightly.
The king and the great wizard, who were so happy, went outside. Only Eleanor and her maids were left in the room to change their pajamas.
Likewise, as I was about to leave, I stopped for a moment, turned slowly, and opened my mouth to Eleanor for the last time.
“There is a thought experiment called Schrödinger’s cat.”
The maids looked at me, asking what I was saying, and Eleanor also looked at me blankly and smiled.
“Please continue.”
“This is an experiment created to criticize the imperfections of quantum mechanics that I mentioned before.”
There is a cat in the box.
Next to it, place a radioactive material that has a 50% chance of collapsing.
When the counter placed together detects radiation, the hammer moves and the vial containing the poison shatters, killing the cat.
A very famous experiment in which the cat in the box stays alive because the bottle does not break if it is not detected.
The maids who heard the story suddenly frowned, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
But my eyes were focused solely on Eleanor.
“A cat in a box is half alive and half dead until you check it.”
In the end, Schrödinger’s cat only has meaning when the box is not opened.
They coexist in a half-and-half probability that they may be alive or dead.
Suddenly, I felt like I had become Schrödinger.
If not checked, all possibilities coexist.
I dared to open my mouth.
Eleanor laughs softly.
And then he answered.
“What are you talking about?”
Sigh.
bang.
The door closes.
I had no choice but to stand silently outside the room without taking a single step.
Schrödinger did not open the box.
I opened the box and
The cat was dead.
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