The parties arrived at the College when such interaction was taking place in the Dean's Office of the Lengrad School of Magic.
The college is located on the outskirts of Ishleen, the capital city. Would it be about half an hour by carriage to the heart of Wang Du?
There is vast land to learn magic.
Because it would not be possible to cast the magic of Fireball without a land of spread.
If a fireball jumps into a residential density, it could lead to a fire.
And there is alchemy in the derivative discipline of witchcraft.
The results of alchemy led to the creation of medicines or explosives.
Explosions may occur in the process or as a result.
Then I guess I didn't feel the need to dare create a college in the heart of the capital.
The Lengrad School of Magic was not in the heart of the capital, but was set up outside.
Speaking of that personal opinion, the maid with silver hair agrees.
"You've exploded the experimental building many times."
And I chuckled.
"Well, alchemy advances come with sacrifices."
When I made the clarification, I went to the office of the college.
There was a girl like Chloe there.
"He's your relative."
Chloe complains when I say so.
"You don't want Chloe with the machine dolls there."
Okanmura.
What's the difference? Maybe I got that look on my face. Chloe had an accusation. I'm going to look at this one with my eyes.
"It's like Chloe was manufactured, isn't it?
"I think he probably did."
And I clouded the words because I didn't make Chloe's body.
I was the one who created the circuit part that was at its core, but the body part was a common one made by the puppeteers of Imperial Capital.
Chloe's body is not particularly noteworthy as a mechanical doll (automaton).
It does not use any special magic material, nor is it a special order blessed by God. Neither is it equipped with transcendental technology (autoparts) excavated from ancient sites.
However, still the finest parts made by Teito puppeteers are used, and their manufacturing costs are enough to build a little museum.
I don't think you want me to go with the mass production type there.
Besides, she insists.
"Other mechanical dolls move with demonic stones made with a combination of psychic and secret drugs, but Chloe moves with sage stones. I want you to distinguish between them."
"You're a sage stone, not a sage stone. If I succeed in generating the sage stone, I will be a great sage."
"It was. No magician has succeeded in generating a complete sage stone yet."
"Unfortunately. Homncrus is with you on that."
That's what I kept saying.
"If I knew how to make Homunculus completely, I wouldn't have to fake my identity and run away like this."
"Right. The majority of the reasons why we, no, Fiona, are being targeted is because we don't have a complete manufacturing method for Homunculus."
"Right. Once the manufacturing method is established, Fiona won't have to be targeted."
That's what I give Fiona back when I make sure she's playing in the distance.
"Damn, even though people feel comfortable studying it, the Empire and the Episcopal Church are so smart and twitchy..."
I think of the Emperor of the Empire and the Pope's face in the Episcopal Church that I have never even met, and I offend him.
The Emperor of the Empire is 68 years old.
Apparently it's time to start seeing life expectancy and showing obsession with raw, which was the master's word. He seems to have started studying Homunculus decades ago to impose the law of immortality on himself, who is not a magician.
On the other hand, the Pope of the Episcopal Church, out of his fundamentalist ideas, does not want the birth of life. Only God can give birth to life. That is how he preaches to the faithful and firmly admonishes them of the study of Homunculus.
My daughter is threatened by an old emperor obsessed with life and a hard-headed old pope.
"Damn it, I just want to raise my children peacefully for the truth of magic."
"It's a very mediocre wish."
and Chloe defends me.
In fact, many magicians study witchcraft to satisfy their intellectual curiosity, or driven by their lust for honor.
Who achieves complete immortality first.
Generate the stone of the wise?
Do you succeed in creating Homunculus?
Or open the door to another world.
Find a way to distort space-time.
How to figure out the primitive of this world.
What is happening on the other side of the stars?
Does God really exist?
The sorcerers, all of them, sought those answers and, day after day, drilled, but strangely few sorcerers, such as to figure them out and make money.
Regardless, some people tried to make a lot of money by turning lowlife metal into gold, but that was an extremely small minority.
Most magicians are merely curious scholars.
Well, with that in mind, a machine doll who was in the college secretariat talked to me.
It's not Chloe, it's a college mechanical doll.
She was an easy clerical job, a guest response, and a mechanical girl who was leaning on guidance.
I wear made-up clothes, like Chloe, but clothes with different pedigrees.
Chloe's maid clothes have a big ribbon on her chest, and she's also like the Katyusha she promised the maid.
Meanwhile, the made-up clothes of the College's mechanical dolls are simple in design, not particularly elaborate in design, etc.
I'm not even white kachusha like Chloe with an emphasis on functionality.
By comparison, Chloe corrects my mistakes.
"No, this is a white prime. It's not Katyusha."
and modestly, but the two are completely different things, I argue.
I feel like we're both together, but Chloe is pretty loud on maid clothes.
Two pieces are out of the way and maid clothes only admit one piece type.
What's more, maid clothes are officially "apron dresses," I can't wait to say.
I don't feel like putting my sleeve through without a frill on the hem or sleeve of my skirt again.
I won't tell you to put it out on the crotch, but I guess it makes a difference to each other even if it looks like the same clothes.
In fact, I could only tell that the clothes worn by the daughter of a college mechanical doll were also of a different lineage.
That's how I was insensitive to the name of a woman's clothes.
It's just that the college-owned mechanical girl seems as indifferent to the outfit as I am, doesn't look like she cares, and moves her lips.
"Is it Kite that you are going to our college today?
"... you're right"
I answer gently, but for a moment, I felt uncomfortable.
Because there was no discouragement in her dialogue. After all, it seems unusual to be a mechanical doll with emotions like the girl next to me.
She was an extremely ordinary mechanical doll who could only do administrative things, that and what was ordained to her by the Lord.
I also figured out why Chloe first said she didn't want me to be with her. The two girl-shaped dolls were identical and completely heterogeneous.
She couldn't laugh when she was as fun or sad as Chloe, she was literally a machine doll.
She bows her head deeply with an inorganic smile.
"That was a long way away. Thank you. Long journey. You must be tired."
That's what the receptionist said, she led us to the dorm.
The words of the ambition would not be the conclusion sprouted by emotion, but rather by the manual that was input to her.
The tea served out of the dorm was also somewhere tasteless and dry.
I felt the tea Chloe served was better.
So Chloe gave me the second cup.
"Uhm, good"
That's what I said when I mouthed the tea poured into the cup.
On the other hand, it seems Fiona thought it too, creeping out the same sentiment.
"The tea Chloe made me tastes better, Father"
My daughter was so smiling.
Chloe looked at the sight satisfactorily, bowing her head gently and saying:
"Thank you very much. It's a pleasure to hear that."
And just one word.