Let's Manage The Tower

Kaiseki, who was finally able to calm down and appear on the surface, was visiting Crown headquarters.

"This is...!! What the hell is wrong with you!?

It was Dales, the head of the crafts department, who responded surprisingly to the sudden visit without appointments.

As long as Dalles goes to management, he seldom visits Dalles directly.

That's why Dareth looked quite surprised.

"I'm sorry for suddenly. I was hoping you could introduce me to Dareth."

"Referrals... are you related to me?"

Well, that's what it is.

If Dareth becomes a person who can be introduced to the examinations, he is limited to those related to the crafts sector.

Otherwise, there's another department head, so I don't bother to come to Dareth.

Nevertheless, Dalles was shrugging his neck inside without knowing who he wanted to be introduced to.

It is obvious that it is not related to magic equipment.

Because Kaiseki himself is an incredible producer.

Among the creators of magical instruments that exist in this world, Dales can assure you that there is no one who can surpass the examiner.

That's why I didn't know who the examiner was meeting.

"Who the hell are you?

"Oh, no. I don't know exactly who I'm going to build, but I was wondering if anyone would help me."

Oh, I see.

After listening to the explanation, Dareth finally realized what the purpose of the study was to come here.

Indeed, Dareth nodded thinking that he would be better qualified than Schmidt or Gazelan.

"So who do you want?

Ah, that 's--

After that, Kaiseki took a piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to Dulles.

While confirming that Dalles looked through the paper, Kaiseki spoke of his thoughts this time.

After listening to the story, Dareth ended up with a surprising but interesting look.

Then, after promising to take someone to the management for the purpose, the scene opened.

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The blacksmith, Dhaka, looked at Dareth, the boss of the organization to which he belongs, in a mood of frustration.

"Why? Where the hell are you taking me?

"Well, wait. You wouldn't be in such a hurry, would you?

Dalles walks ahead with a pleasant expression on his face.

Dhaka looked at the materials and letters he had just received from Dulles, changed his complexion and entered Crown Headquarters.

The letter contained a detailed theory that Dhaka had long wanted to try.

For Dhaka, who was working as a weapon maker, he couldn't have missed it, and was being followed by Dareth.

And now he's walking to the back of the headquarters, where he doesn't normally come in, with a word from Dahless saying, "Follow me."

If you get here, you'll see that you're about to be taken to an unusual place.

That's why I'm trying to question Darth without trying to hide his discomfort, but he's listening in the wind.

The deeper I went, the more my unpleasant feelings about Dhaka swelled, but even though I didn't have to go back now, I continued to suffer in my heart.

For Dhaka, the long time he felt was over, and Dareth finally stood in front of a door.

"Here we go.... well, I forgot to say that, but there's nothing else to say about this place."

"... I know."

Although the number of guards actually standing was not as high, I can imagine that the room that Dulles has been certifying several times and is about to enter Dhaka is an important place for the Crown.

I didn't intend to tell anyone else, but Dales was pushing me to be careful and I was losing my mind more and more.

It soon became clear that Dahless's words were not just a precaution, but a threat with execution power in the event of rebellion.

Of course, even if it's a threat, there's nothing wrong if Dhaka doesn't say anything.

As soon as Dareth opened the door and entered the room, something familiar to Dhaka's eyes came in.

"... the transfer gate?

Due to the fact that the transfer gate was too familiar for the residents of the fifth floor city, Dhaka lost sight of the severity of the incident.

The transfer gate behind the Crown headquarters, known for its robustness in line with the royal castle, could not have been so common, but I was alarmed.

Dulles smiled at such a stupid sight.

"That's right. Use this transfer gate to go somewhere."

Without knowing where to go, Dareth urged him to approach the transfer gate.

It was also familiar to Dhaka to move to a location by the transfer gate.

It looked like a room in some building, but there was no furniture.

Because it is only a room with a transfer gate, it seems that there is no particular problem.

However, there was only one thing unusual about the room.

"Welcome. What can I do for you?

Next to the transfer gate, there was a woman in maid clothes, and she asked.

Dalles looked used to it and told the maid his requirements.

Dhaka, who saw the woman, felt uncomfortable while talking to Dales.

And the discomfort gradually grew, and finally realized the identity of the discomfort.

... I don't know, I don't know!!?

It was Dhaka who suddenly came to point at the woman, but she managed to endure only a rude attitude.

And as he watched the Dhaka, Dareth had a smile on his face.

What surprised Dhaka was the woman in front of her (?) was not a normal person, but a doll (golem) made by a person's hand.

Regardless of the tone of tone, I noticed it because there was a subtle discomfort in the expression and response, but when it comes to regular golem, I don't have the accuracy so far.

Even an unprofessional Dhaka can easily be imagined to have the golem in front of you crafted with incredible technology.

At the same time, a cold sweat was flowing on my back to see what it was like to be in such an unbelievable Golem.

No, you can imagine where you are, but you refuse to think.

People call it escape from reality.

While Dhaka was surprised, Dulles corresponded with Golem and obtained permission to pass.

As it is, they pass through the door and enter a room like a conference room.

"Please sit here and wait."

A different golem came out from the golem in the room with the transfer gate, and brought them a drink, and they said so.

Golem moved to a different place after serving tea, but Dhaka looked at it with a glimpse and asked Dareth.

"What the hell is that!? And what the hell is this place!?

Dhaka asked with the feeling that it would be impossible for two such golems to exist, but Dareth just laughed.

"Well, calm down a little. You'll find out soon enough."

Dhaka, who understood that Dalles was not going to teach her properly in the words, spoke intensely in her heart.