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CHATBOT: Chapter 14 "Mr. Raichi, thank you for your hard work up until today." Suddenly called by the madam, that was what was conveyed to me. I never assumed that everything would go smoothly... I had thought that this day would come eventually. "Although you said you didn't need a salary, you have been Matsurika's companion for a short while. This is just a little something, but please accept it." "No, rather than that. May I ask for the reason?" "...Well? If there's a reason, I would like to ask Matsurika about it." With just that, I understood that I was being dismissed because Matsurika had rejected me. "I rather thought... that you, Mr. Raichi, might know the reason...?" It was pure speculation. It seemed she believed that our relationship had rapidly deteriorated due to a romantic entanglement. Whether that was true or not... such labels are powerful. No evidence or explanation would be of any use. "No. I really don't know. After all, I didn't even meet Matsurika yesterday." "Oh, is that so? ...Then why did she suddenly say such things last night..." "Matsurika herself asked for my dismissal, didn't she?" "I was starting to take a little liking to you, regardless of whether there was a romantic affair with that girl or not... At least, if I could enjoy the illusion that you were a knight in shining armor, even just for a moment away from an inescapable reality, I was planning to leave it at that." "...And the salary is zero, right?" "Fufufu... Mr. Jirosuke often said that you were leading Matsurika astray and that it would be better not to get close to you. But I was the one who dismissed that." I see. If the madam hadn't taken a liking to me, my dismissal would have come much sooner. "Madam... Excuse me." "What is it?" A maid whispered something to the madam in a low voice. It didn't seem like an urgent matter. I naturally let out a big sigh... I'm interested in what Matsurika's current state of mind is and why she suddenly rejected me. ...No. Let's stop pretending to be neutral. Her sudden change of heart... I can't understand it, and above all, I'm worried. What happened, Matsurika? And at this moment, what are you feeling? Am I supposed to leave you alone and go away...? No, Dr. Rokugai said it too. A doctor must not force treatment without the patient's consent. Then, as his student, I must also adhere to that. If Matsurika no longer wishes for me... there's no good reason to force anything further. ......................... This sensation that always s...

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CHATBOT: Upon hearing the story, Professor Rokukaidou was greatly outraged. No matter how much a treatment is recommended from a doctor's perspective, he would never force it upon a patient who has not yet accepted it in their heart. That was Professor Rokukaidou's conviction... "Yesterday, my husband had Dr. Ienairi come to our house to examine Matsurika-san... What an impolite doctor. Doesn't he have the common sense to greet us at the main house before going to the Bunke-ya residence?" "...Don't tell me, there at the Ienairi's, Matsurika-san underwent some kind of treatment or surgery...?" If that were the case, it would make sense. I've heard that psychosurgical operations can immediately cause dramatic changes in personality. If so, I could understand why Matsurika suddenly rejected me overnight. ...But that would be a fatally late and unbelievable situation... "He only did an examination and provided an estimate for the surgery. It seems he came to present the results of that estimate. My husband told me to receive the estimate... Rumor has it, he charges a considerable fee." "If his business is sustainable, it means he has the necessary skills and there's a demand for it, right?" "Surely... The thought of brain surgery is horrifying, but... It's not like you can spend your life locked away in a hermitage, treated like a monster... As a woman, I sympathize, but... It's surely happier to receive treatment, cure the illness, and return to a normal life." Madam... That seems to be an intolerant and violent argument due to the majority. Matsurika is a monster. Please do not measure a monster's happiness by the happiness of those who are not monsters... On my way to the entrance, guided by the maid. I met eyes with a young man in a white coat, led by another maid coming from the opposite end of the hallway. ...Probably the psychosurgeon Dr. Ienairi that Madam was talking about. The corridor was narrow, so if we were to pass by each other, both parties would have to give way. Naturally, both leading maids moved to the right side. ...But both Ienairi and I... did not give way. So we stopped and faced each other... "...Are you Mr. Shiozawa, the tutor that Mr. Jirosuke mentioned?" "Nice to meet you... I presume you are Dr. Ienairi Kyonosuke, the psychosurgeon." What am I doing? Having been dismissed by the client, I shouldn't care about my successor. ...Why do I glare at him with such obvious hostility...? Does that mean I was more attracted to Matsurika than I though...

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CHATBOT: Raiichi, who was supposed to have twisted his arm behind his back, dislocated it with a flexibility that was inhuman, and shook it off with a limp motion. "I'm not a knight. I'm a tutor." "Hahaha, hahahahaha!! Of course, I'm not just your supporting role either. I'm a doctor. I cut out and kill monsters..." In Ieiri's right hand was a small yet sinister syringe. And in his left hand, he held a silver, thin, long tool with a sharply pointed tip, resembling an ice pick, which he had taken out from somewhere... Raiichi felt an intense revulsion towards that ice pick. ...Because the sharp, gleaming tip of that ice pick was emitting a dreadful aura. Ieiri seemed to be ambidextrous. Even with his non-dominant left hand, he skillfully manipulated his weapon... "It seems you've realized that this is my favorite tool." "...................." "I've laid out various tools, but... in the end, this one is everything. Ultimately, this is all I need. With just this, I can perform surgery. That means, with just this one, I've cut out and killed many abominable monsters..." The nest of monsters... That is to say, a tool for directly destroying the human brain... "Once, brain surgery required elaborate equipment and involved drilling holes in the skull. However, I thought to myself, why must we drill holes? If it wasn't necessary, surgery could be so much simpler! And upon further thought, I realized that the skull already has holes that lead directly to the brain..." Those are the eye sockets... Two large openings created to accommodate the eyeballs. You pry open the eyelids... and insert the ice pick through the gap between the eyeball and the eye socket... The appropriate angle, distance, and force. Adjustments made through experience and touch. And then the tip of the ice pick touches... the nest of monsters. That area is called the frontal lobe. The frontal lobe is what makes humans human... the seat of the soul and dignity. Medically speaking, one can live without this part, but in terms of the soul and dignity, it can lead to severe disabilities or death. In 1935, experiments on chimpanzees suggested that their aggression could be subdued, making them more docile. However, focusing solely on this led to reckless experiments and surgeries, and it was later understood that the frontal lobe was not just an organ for anger and violence, but very important for various human emotions. Some patients had the expected results from surgery, while others saw no improvement, and...

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CHATBOT: People who hold thoughts, beliefs, or emotions different from those promoted by the state accumulate depression day by day, and eventually, they will surely plot rebellion against the state. And those who possess such thoughts, like rotten oranges, will spoil the oranges next to them, becoming the source of the spread of inconvenient ideologies for the state... The idea of managing all the thoughts and thinking of the citizens was rapidly spreading around the world in this era when ideology had suddenly emerged as a new axis of conflict. Even in this era, words like brainwashing and re-education were beginning to be known. The state had begun to interfere with the garden of freedom, which should have been allowed to every human being, such as the thoughts and thinking of its citizens. Those who could not sympathize with the state were labeled as abnormal and in need of treatment, and under the guise of treatment, they were physically trying to forcibly correct their thoughts, their nests. But monitoring people's thoughts is difficult, and curing them is even more challenging. That's why research is still ongoing. A method to easily and at low cost remove only the abnormal parts of abnormal humans for the state... The freedom of thought is so precious, and yet it is still an unachieved concept, which hardly needs to be explained now. That feeling of, "Hmm... I can't quite sympathize with this part..." This small feeling, inflated by the billions of people on Earth, leads to a world where everyone labels those they cannot sympathize with as abnormal due to misunderstanding. Certainly... I can understand the argument of those who fear the abnormal. Thoughts become actions. Therefore, those who harbor terrifying imaginations cannot be denied the possibility of actually carrying them out. Therefore, even if they do not actually carry out those terrifying imaginations, they are condemned and excluded as abnormal just for imagining them. But... didn't even Christ say? If anyone is to throw a stone at a woman who has committed the sin of adultery, let only those who have not sinned throw it. And he also said this: Anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. Humans live while sinning. Sometimes, immoral fantasies may spring to mind. But that is natural if one is human, if one is alive. Certainly, a devout person would be ashamed of it and consider it a sin. If that is the way of life they have chosen for themselves, i...

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CHATBOT: Chapter 17 Trembling in the corner of the room, Matsurika continued to shed cold sweat profusely, ignoring her, Ieiri began to unpack the brought-in luggage with an unchanged cold smile. The contents were... ah, just as imagined. How happy I would have been if it had betrayed my expectations!! With a clinking metallic sound... there were silver, slender, long surgical tools the likes of which had never been seen before. What was taken out and placed on the floor with a thud were ominous medicine bottles... It was unclear what the dark brown bottle contained, but its mere presence was enough to cause a sharp sensation, not just in the nose but also as if needles were piercing the brain, instilling a biological instinctual fear... Originally, psychiatric surgery is known to be simpler compared to general surgery. However, even so, to perform it in an unsanitary room, without a single assistant, and with only such ominous tools and drugs, is far too deviant... But for Ieiri, who has lived in the darkness of village society, this was the norm. Noble families who are secretive and do not want the outside world to know that they have a monster among them, do not wish to take them to a hospital. And it is all the more convenient that Ieiri, who keeps secrets for a large reward and leaves for distant places after the surgery, is the only one to perform the operation. Ieiri has always done it this way. And for him, this scene was all too familiar, a usual sight. Overwhelmed by Ieiri's ominous aura, the patient trembled in fear as he spread out his tools, a usual sight. "Now then, it's about time, Miss Matsurika... Let's begin the preparations for the surgery." In his right hand, he held a small syringe filled with an ominous liquid... "No, stop it!! Don't come any closer!! Stay away from me!!!" "This is a medicine to calm your mind and relax your body... By doing so, the fear of surgery and the pain will be almost gone... Yes, it's not scary. This is a very, very... humane medicine..." The worst deception and fraud of a monster speaking of humanity. Even if the efficacy of the drug is true, if the user and the purpose of use are monstrous, then it is no different from a monster's drug. Matsurika, half-mad with fear, picked up a thick book from the floor and threw it. But while it may serve as a declaration of rejection, it could not serve as an attack to repel Ieiri. Ieiri's left hand effortlessly caught the fiercely thrown book, stopping it in mid-air. As expected...