I’m a NEET but When I Went to Hello Work I Got Taken to Another World (LN)

In the seven days leading up to the wedding, I wasn't messing around.

First I drew a design drawing of a wedding dress and took it to a tailor. Now my role is over. When I showed and explained the design paintings, I just looked for similar clothes on the spot and put them on the women's team and had a brief meeting. Apparently there was something similar to the aristocratic party costume. The rest was measurements of the women, so I slipped out and went looking for the ring. I've already heard the location.

I've talked to Ellie about the design of the ring, and I've made it simple, like Ellie's magic ring. Made of a slightly priced misrill with only a few materials. I got iron rings of various sizes to confirm the size of the fingers of the women in the tailor. The item is a pleasure to watch.

My costume? Finish just a little rehemming or something that Ellie picked out for you. I don't care about you, do I?

The next day I tried to make Mr. Orba's prosthetic leg. They showed me this prosthetic leg, but it was simple enough to put a tree on my leg. When I was in Japan, I tried and mistakenly wondered if I could do something with a spring, like what the Paralympians were wearing. The smelting of earthly magic was instrumental in this.

Smelting is the magic that deforms and degenerates matter. Degeneration is quite difficult, but if it is deformed, it feels like it can be managed depending on the image. By the way, I couldn't turn iron into gold. Degeneration is to the extent of turning the soil into stone at best. They could do a lot of things if they were more skilled, but beginners had the best of the area.

The man who had previously visited the priest and the house to cure his eyes, Julio, was a blacksmith, so he had iron and other work places accommodated. When it came to getting married, Gina and I were supposed to come to the ceremony. Gina's in trouble, isn't she? I'll help you, you said, but I said no to this. I just didn't want to add any more people even though my four daughters were home and it was all kinds of messy. No, it's fun, and I'm so happy, but it's like I said four times more caring. I'm alone today, by the way. I leave the house to Sati.

I rented a blacksmith's workshop, and at first I tried to build a plate spring with deformation, but I had durability problems. I thought it would be an iron problem, and I tried using the perversion to make it hard, but this doesn't work either. Quality is unstable. It seems that the areas of increased strength and non-increased strength still interact with each other, and the original ones are better. It seems impossible to magically reproduce the work of artisans.

What material was the prosthetic leg I saw in Japan? Carbon because it looks black? Or is that plastic? Either way, I'm not going to get it here. Carbon would be charcoal, I tried using the perversion, but I just got a stiff plate. Moreover, the strength is weak and folds. It doesn't seem to have any use for it. Is the plastic oil? But when you look at carbon failures, this is hopeless too.

I thought about the hydraulic formula and the suspension just a little bit but had no idea of the structure.

Finally, fate, spring. I mean, it's a spring wrapped around a circle. The spring was the last because Mr. Julio was making a round, thin iron stick. After several failures, one spring was finally completed. I had difficulty wrapping it round, but I came up with wrapping it around a wooden stick of moderate thickness, and it went smoothly from there. Ask Julio to help you with the springs you can do and incorporate them into your prosthetic legs.

I had to get Olba to put the foot on it and adjust it, but it didn't feel bad when I tried weighing it on.

Just take the finished product number one to Mr. Orba. The inn had moved on to another slightly graded drop. I guess that means saving money. That said, it was a normal place in rank though.

Cushion the cloth, match it to your feet for now, and tie it to your feet with a belt of skin. Mr. Orba stands up with Mr. Narnia's hand to make sure his feet feel.

"Wow, what is this spring? Looks like it's okay to keep running."

"Uh, don't overload me too much yet. It's still a prototype."

"I think if we raise it a little bit higher, we can keep it that way."

"I'm worried about strength. You'll be in trouble if you run and pound."

"Let's be careful. Plus, I'll be free, so maybe I can learn some levitation and magic."

"Right. I think heels would be a lot easier if I could do it myself."

If you're an adventurer like Mr. Orba, you'll have magic there, and mastery shouldn't be a problem even if it takes time. It would be convenient to heal quickly, even if the joint area with the leg hurts if the heel is present.

"Can I keep this up?

"Yes. What about adjusting the height or something?

"Let's do that this way. With the previous prosthetic leg, it's easy to get familiar with your feet."

Check the length of Mr. Olba's leg and take the mould of the jointed part of the previous prosthetic leg with soil magic and clay.

"I'll have the prototype made again tomorrow."

"I'll go that way. Where are we doing this?

"It's a blacksmith south of the West Gate, and his name is..."

The next day, several springs were prototyped while changing the material, thickness and length. Length and thickness can be studied, but it was decided that black steel would be a good material. It's just commonly used in fancy swords, impeccable in hardness and stickiness.

I handed over the prototype made of black steel and all the products that seemed to be available there to Mr. Olba, and saw the end of the prosthetic leg creation once.

Mr. Olba was a lot happy to have something good made, but I wasn't very honest with him. If we can develop that curse, there's a chance we can cure it. The bishop told me not to think, but I have to think of Mr Orba as an eyewitness. I hope this prosthetic leg is a little sinful.

The next day I took Satti outside the city to test the giant golem. A 20m grade golem I used in a duel. It was too big to seem strong enough. Nothing seemed to collapse then, but I think it was actually pretty bad. George could have spotted the area.

I made a giant golem of the same size 20m to try and move it around a lot, but my legs are so mistletoed I'm scared. We didn't collapse until we solved the magic in the end, but what about when it comes to fighting? Either way, this looks like the limit size. I guess the right thing to do in action is to drop another size and make more than one.

I also tested Meteo and Flair. Let it go an hour away from the city just in case. Meteo is a widespread extermination magic. Flares are super high heat fireballs for standalone use. Both were worthy of the highest level of fire magic. Anyway, Flair would have sucked if Meteo had been used between the first and second walls. I'm so glad I didn't try.

When you go back hunting wild rabbits with Satie on your way home, is that another magic practice for the gatekeeper? and was called out. They heard Meteo or Flair all the way to the gate. I didn't seem to think it was just that massive of magic and it didn't get any particular attention.

I also wanted to call Krook and Silver for the wedding, but they weren't there. They couldn't tell me more about the confidentiality and doing it, but they're going far on escort duty. Speaking of which, you weren't even at Fort Gorbus.

But well, maybe I'm glad I'm not going crazy and confusing with jealousy again.

Then shortly after returning to the city, Anne went to the priest to ask him to host the wedding, but the apostolic matter was quickly discovered. Below is what Ann asked me.

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"What is a story? Sister Angela."

"Actually, this time, I'm going to marry Massal, and I want you to report to the priest."

"Oh, was the story going that far? Congratulations. Let me bless you."

"Thank you. So I'd like to use the temple at the wedding."

"Of course. Of course. I'll also let you host. Huh? Are there two other Angelas? Oh, those kids you were with."

At this point, Tirica was not in the crowd yet.

"Lately, even in the temple, there are voices that say that if we don't keep to the truth, there should be no doctrine of monogamy."

There seem to be many temples as well. For now, let the priest acknowledge it. Above all.

"And I have another favor to ask."

"What is it?

"I'm going to be an adventurer and go into Masaru's party."

"... what happened to that story? And Lord Masal after all?

……

"No way!? Really?"

While I was wondering how to talk, I didn't have time to deceive them. They straightened me out instantly. Priest, that's amazing.

"Um! Priest, this thing!

The priest looks at Angela and thinks.

"Excuse me, priest. The priest has been very good to me since I came to this orphanage. I don't really remember my parents, but I took it personally that if I had a father, I'd prefer someone like a priest. But..."

"Yeah. I think of Angela like a daughter, too. The same goes for my wife. You'll be glad to hear about your marriage."

"I don't want to lie to the priest. But I don't even want to bother Masaru..."

"I know. I don't want to hear any more of this. Let's keep this on my chest. That's for Lord Massal, isn't it?

"Yes. Sorry, priest..."

"It's okay. I'm going to marry you. Take care of the Lord Massal more than I do, more than the Temple."

"Yes, priest"

"Please don't look so crying. Can I hear more recent stories than that? We didn't talk much at the fort."

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He then told me about the Apostle and told me a normal story and asked me to also acknowledge his party membership.

Seems like when I'm free, I need to talk to the priest properly for once.

Tirica's master also came the day before the wedding. Primary True Officer of the True and False House. He seems like a pretty great guy. I decided to invite her to my house and talk to Tirica and the three of us.

Tirica's circumstances are also quite heavy. This is what I heard when I thought about who I would call to the wedding.

"I have ex-parents. But you don't have to call me. I'll just call my master."

"Ex?"

"Sold when I was a kid, cut off my parents' and kids' edges"

Tirica's house was poor, and she was sold to the True House for finding her magical talent. It's not a slave, but it doesn't turn out to be sold.

"I was taught to think of my parents as something I don't have. Master takes his place. Since I've been here, Drewin's been taking care of me."

Flesh-parent sentiment gets in the way of the high morality required of a true or false official. They are those who forsake all other things and serve the truth.

"Are you sure you want to get married?

"I'm going to tell you to have a baby fast."

"Master Masaru and Tirica's kids would be adorable!

"... shall we give birth"

No, no, he said you shouldn't get up early for that reason!

"There's some adventurer operations, so for the moment, no."

"Okay."

So now the master person in front of me was an elderly, tough looking, slightly scary person.

"Um, I..." he said, trying to say hello was controlled by his hand.

"Is this man okay?

"Good."

To the question of the master, Tirica nods lightly, saying so.

"Can we have a better one, though?

It's better...

"I don't want it"

"Right."

Next time I turn to you and ask you a question.

"Are you okay with Tirica?

"Fine, though."

"Can you protect Tirica?

"I'll do everything I can."

"Well, fine. Tirica, I plan on staying in this city for a while. If you need anything, you should come."

"Okay, master."

That said, I left the house without even saying hello. I just drop it off in confusion.

"Are we done? Is this all you got?

"The true heart of Masaru was known to his master. I know too. That's enough."

I haven't even heard the name of the master. A brief exchange of two or three words. Does this mean I can read my mind?

All in all, I was horrified that Tirica's master seemed safe enough to allow her to marry me.

I could also ask what happened to Ellie.

Elizabeth's home was a middle-class nobleman of the Empire. He was not in contact with the demonic realm, but nearby, and retained considerable force. And I will be entrusted with guarding the fort bordering the nearby demonic realm.

There was a small demonic raid. Small enough to drop a fort. But Elizabeth's father pulled a soldier for some reason. And the fort is dropped. He cooperates with the Knights and Elizabeth's parents, who happen to be nearby, and a private army in the adjacent territories to reclaim them, but demons who broke through the fort broke into the empire, and for some time, the neighborhood seemed terrible.

Elizabeth's father and Mr. Nania's father were killed when the fort was recaptured. He was with Mr. Nania at that time. Although the Lord had Elizabeth's brother on him, the original territory was taken up and transferred to a small territory.

"I was set up. You pig lord!

A nearby border is about to be broken by the Knights who came to the fort, I will be contacted for rescue. The Knights will receive the fort's defense. But the fort was emptied. The captain of the Knights said he didn't remember making such contact. Elizabeth's father and bellies died. Those who prove the story are easily gripped by junior soldiers alone. When it comes to anyone else to prove it, there is only the Knights and the Private Corps of Pig Lords.

The movement of the Knights and the Private Guards of the Pig Lords to coincide with the demonic raids is too well timed.

"We either managed to grasp or guide the demon movement. But I don't know how. I can't even prove it. There was nothing more we could do than to say we were fooled and the Knights and the Lords of Pigs were in bondage. You just didn't get your house destroyed."

The transferred territory was a pioneering land. In other words, the former demonic realm. Territorial management seems to have been tough already. So Elizabeth and Mr. Nania were sending all the rewards they had earned to the Territory.

"I'll have to return Nania's share of the money sometime. Masaru, help me out."

"Yeah, fine."

"So be an adventurer with Nania. He said he'd become S-ranked and famous, and he'd kill that pig lord and get his territory back."

In about a year as an adventurer, I meet Mr. Orba and join the Dawn War Axe.

"But I've come to understand a lot about being an adventurer and being real. I can't tell you to give our original territory back, and it's impossible. The new territory is getting a lot better, too. But that pig lord will kill one day."

Well, I hope you're safe, Lord Pork.

And by the day before the wedding, the menu opened for both Ellie and Tirica. I mean, we had a lot of friendship at night.