That's clearly if you combined Whopperflower Nectar with Ley Line Liquid, the result will be a deadly poison. Except the expert alchemist who can purge the poison out of the mixture via spell casting.

Though the method was too risky to perform, most of them won't wake up again. Even experienced alchemists hesitate to use that method, only if they had no other choices.

However, chances are chances, the miserables begging the alchemist to use that treatment. But no miracle happened.

Eula was on the brink of death, her injuries were too critical. The Alchemist can't figure out any better options, she could have died by blood loss, multiple infections, too many factors that could have taken her life away.

"Old man! Do you know what are you doing!" - Diluc desperately said.

The alchemist tossed his hand away, he knew that he couldn't save her from death, hopeless, and the fear curbed him, what should I do? He asked himself.

No, I can pretty much do nothing.

"I... I..." - The alchemist stammering.

He panicked, oh, his heart again beat hard.

"Ah... Oh...? My child?"

The children he saved from Fatui back in the days are in front of him, their lovely eyes, those little silhouettes welcoming him, so adorable and sweet, he thinks.

"... Cough, cough, what are you doing here my little child?"

He hastily kneels down beside the children.

"Mr. Smith?"

"Here, I'm here." - he mildly said.

"Why you not saved her? You abandoned her?"

The Alchemist was suddenly speechless in seconds, his eyes stoned, staring in the void.

"My Child... I..."

"You saved my life, but her...?"

The experiment that time was cruel, in order to develop a Bio-weapon, Fatui did not hesitate to test their weapons on the living humans, which in Dottere's eyes, was nothing more than a forgettable work.

Inject the diseases to see how it works on humans, amputate, or replace the human torso by other devices. Sometimes the fund was cutted off to share with the army budget, they used children instead of adults. As Smith reminisces, he can't stop thinking how disgusting he is, and the project.

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That project director - Il Dottere was such a cold-blooded killer, without hesitation he took away a hundred lives, just for only his experiment, or might be for his entertainment.

The only thing he can do is secretly hide the children sent to the laboratory and leak out the secret documents of the project to the resistances. Fatui had found out not so long after, he had been demoted and was wanted harshly by the organization.

He remembers the time he stayed in the resistance camp, it was a great time with the honest people, which were rare nowadays, he thought.

"You had used that spell to cure my uncle, Mr. Smith."

The spell was going smoothly, and my will was durable enough to cast it. It was a miracle, I rather believe I can find the Silk Flower on my own than cure the ill person with a forbidden spell. All the thought came across his mind, and suddenly vanished, repeatedly.

Shaking, and mumbling, He answered.

"Yes... Yes... I will save her, stand there and watch."

The void curbed, everything went silent, an uncanny dark surrounded him.

He opened eyes, hardly stood up. With his confident, the Alchemist said:

"I'll bring Eula back, no matter how difficult it is."

He went on: "My skill isn't sharp anymore, but do not underestimate the skilled alchemist."

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"No!!"

Amber, who ran to the valley and witnessed the tragic aftermath.

"What... Happened!"

The corpses, it's anywhere! She was terrified, she couldn't believe what was in front of her eyes. Amber unconsciously collapsed on the ground, her chest was burning, the tears came out, and cried painfully.

"I'm sorry Amber..."

"Why! Günter! They are my ...! You... You..." - She crying miserably.

Günter, the one who has been through every Emotion chord throughout the war, is not the first time he relieves the child crying when saw the dark side of war, but why does he feel pain in heart? Because of the cruel reality, or because I saw you cry? I'm hard to say, Amber...

When the strongest bond string is torn, the one who is far away from the sunrise will feel their regret.

Amber felt her heart begin to be filled with an indescribable emotion. Thousands of images appeared in her mind, each image was a separate story of those who had passed away. Each person carried with them a journey full of ups and downs, joys and pains, happiness and sufferings, and sometimes they and she shared their experiences, their dreams and plans for the near future... but now she only felt deep pain and regret for her deceased friends. She could not help but think about their fate, about the dreams that could not be realized, the plans that could not be completed. Each name, each memory was a deep wound in her soul, making the pain even deeper... She felt like a lost boat drifting in the sea of sadness and despair.....

Günter, who had experienced many, many wars and losses, was by Amber's side in this moment of sorrow. Even though he had been through so many trials in life, the feeling of loss was still an inevitable shock. In his eyes, there was a deep expression of a sad and sorrowful soul, but also a special patience and strength...

Günter did not say much, but from his gaze and silence, Amber felt the comfort and understanding from a fellow.

He knew what each of Amber's emotions were like, and in this moment, his presence was a solid support to help her overcome. It was the same... The same feeling... very same.

Loss is an obvious thing in life, when we greet someone in our life, there must be a moment to say a final goodbye to them, but... Would losing something valuable?

In his memory, Günter had lost so many of his heart-bound comrades... could his first feeling be comparable to that of a little girl....

For some reason, Günter felt heartbroken when he saw Amber crying. He tried to comfort her a little bit. After a while, Amber gradually calmed down. He led her back to the Base.