Magi Craft Meister

Nido was an orphan. At an early age, he had been abandoned in front of a second-door orphanage and raised as such in an orphanage.

My hobby is general workmanship. Stunts are also general workmanship. He chose the path of constantly creating his own because of an environment where what he wanted was not satisfactorily available: an orphanage.

"No, Jen, let's be tough."

"Yes, sir."

For the younger boys, start with commas, bamboo dust, bamboo horses, boomerang, kites, and model planes.

After graduating from public secondary school, he attends a regular high school while working part-time.

"Come on, I want some garlic."

"Okay, okay, wait a minute."

And the girls have origami, stuffed dolls. Thanks to this I am also familiar with the western magistrate and can usually sew about clothes.

"Jen is really clever. Thanks to you."

I also praised Jen every time the director of the parent raising her.

"Jen, I'm sorry, can you fix the rain leak?

I'll take care of it.

Carpentry work is also done all the way, from home repairs to chairs and table making.

After graduation, I got a job at a company. I entered the company's bachelor dorm and left the orphanage.

All the children I nostalgic for him spared their goodbyes crying,

"Guys, it's not like we're gonna see each other again. I'll come and see you on your day off."

As the saying goes, by Sunday, he was visiting the orphanage with a souvenir he bought on his salary.

Not Earth, another space, another time, another world.

There was one witch... the wizard was about to finish the raw.

"... look,... someone who can entrust this institute and... everything about me,... do something about it... find me... please.... I asked for it..."

"Hi Okaasama"

She was a magic engineer, Magicraft Jazz. She entrusted herself to the automatic doll (Automata) she had created by pouring everything into her and quietly took her breath away.

The company Jen employed is not a so-called black company, but it was a pretty tough place. I dare not write the job title, but the holidays are only on Sundays and although there is no service overtime, those in the dorm were often summoned suddenly.

In particular, Jen, a high school graduate, was put to good use and was to accumulate fatigue.

"To Jen. No, I won't."

It is also the end of worrying for the children in the orphanage.

"Are you busy at work? Don't push it, you should take a Sunday off."

That's what the dean told me, but he didn't fit in that it was his break to play with the kids here.

Automatic Dolls (Automata) kept searching for his husband's 'successor'. Clues are 'wavelength' and 'waveform'.

The automatic doll (Automata), which can identify the personality of a human being by "wavelength" and "waveform", kept searching for a human with "wavelength" and "waveform" that resembled his husband as much as possible.

"Konosekaideja Damekamo Silemasen"

The chances of finding someone identical or close to the same are very small, and even after a hundred years it was not possible to find a 'successor' to an automatic doll (Automata).

"Erdo, I'm sorry, but I need you to do this too"

"Yes."

Jen had been turned around after all kinds of work. You can organize the materials, check the contract, etc., process claims, repair defective products, and collect them. Now fix the troubled internal LAN.

Because Jen also possessed knowledge of various fields.

"Ikukanni Access sul Tamenija Managa Talimasen"

With the vast amount of knowledge given, Automata learned that there was not enough magic to access different spaces and developed the means to compensate for it.

"Uh, I guess I'm a little sleepless..."

Jen was walking with the face of the neighborhood. I can't help it. I haven't slept in three days today.

Today's job is to check the system of a steel mill.

"Die 2367 Sekai Feiler. Tsuzuite die 2368 secai no scanni tricacal"

The automatic doll (Automata) kept searching for a 'successor' with the gut strength of being able to do just inorganic things.

"Erm, temperature control, error.... Looks like you're out of line somewhere."

Jen followed the sensor wire leading to the electric furnace.

"Die 3601 Sekai... Mitsuketa!

At the end of a 1,000-year-old search, the Automatic Doll (Automata) finally found its' successor '.

"Shoukan Shiki Kidoukaishi"

"Hot, no matter how much the furnace stops, it's melted iron down there. Bye."

Exactly. The electric furnace is not even working when checked, but there is no way that a huge amount of molten iron will cool easily.

"Uh, right here, right here. You bumped into me when I scraped in."

The electric furnace dissolves iron with arc discharge and its raw materials are high in scrap iron. Part of it seems to have damaged the sensor wire.

"Shoukanmahoujin Kouchik. Fukatoksei Gengothishikino Fuyo"

The means of communication of words seems to be the same in every world.

"Kido!"

Before the automatic doll (Automata), a magic formation composed of complex magical languages emerged.

"That's it... dude"

Jen finished replacing the parts. That's when my hand slips and drops the tool.

"Oops, you should."

The reflexively stretched end is a place called an electric furnace pickup pan. In other words, it was a place where melted iron accumulated.

"Wow."

Leaving such a short scream, Jen's body fell toward the pan.

Jen's last thought in this world was:

(Life insurance, I wonder if I'm going down to the orphanage properly...)

was.