“Noona.”
“Yes, my foolish little brother.”
“Indeed, your foolish little brother has come. Is your research going well?”
“Not badly.”
After elegantly writing something with a quill carved from emerald, his sister set it down and raised her head.
Her black, coldly shimmering hair, reminiscent of the deep sea, spilled like waves. She smiled like the savage depths themselves.
“As expected, of all the dimensions I know, humans are the most diverse species. The techniques each individual uses to employ the brain vary greatly, and everything from their appearance to their emotions spans an enormous range.”
“You truly do like humans, Noona.”
“How far do humanity’s limits extend? Every time I think this must be the end, some mad specimen in another dimension appears and surpasses that limit… How could I possibly stop my research?”
“Then does that not mean the human race ultimately has no limits?”
“In some dimensions, humans have even become gods. Yet we cannot declare that godhood is humanity’s final destination, so is it not important to collect all manner of specimens?”
“That is certainly true.”
Iser’s sister wanted to uncover everything about humanity. She even fashioned creatures of the Sun herself with the cold hands of a mermaid.
Of course, those creations departed from human form more often than not. She too hated humans, which made it difficult for her to fashion a complete human form.
“But it is very strange.”
“…….”
“There is one person in particular whom I cannot recreate….”
Iser knew.
His sister was a genius who made the impossible possible, yet there was one person—and one person alone—whom she…