Magi Craft Meister

There was a magician (Magicraftsman) living in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Cellular, in a cold village bordering the Kingdom of Egerea.

He was formerly a magician of the Kingdom of Cellular, the Royal Magicraftsman, but was disgusted with the life of the King's capital and thus retired, hiding in his birthplace.

The man had one disciple.

A son of a distant relative, when he was in the king's capital, he made him his disciple in anticipation of his gift.

There were many other his disciples, but few became things, and on top of that, only the boy came with him when he said he was retiring and pulling into the town.

The others had families, and the provinces were bad, and they all left on their own reasoning.

"You're the only real apprentice."

That's what he said and taught the boy everything about him.

His specialty is golem. Of course I can make other magic guides, but the one I was most adept at was making golems.

The Kingdom of Celluloa has long compensated for the shortage of labour in the Golem. It was his technology that was responsible for that one wing.

His golem drew a line with what others would make.

He was able to 'talk', that is, he had autonomy.

And 'strong'. It boasted three times the output of a common golem. This means that one body can work for three bodies. Except for the jobs that need to be numbered.

'Beautiful' at the end. A sophisticated form was seen in the boneless even in the work golem.

"Beautiful" is not easy because there is also a sense of being born with it, but because it is a field of technology in terms of "functional beauty", it was teachable there.

By the time the disciple's boy became a youth, his knowledge and skill had almost all of it passed on to the boy, no, the youth.

And the time has come for fate's gear to engage.

"Are you the rumored genius magician?

One man stood in front of the youth. Would the age be about five or six years older than the youth.Looks like it's finally past 30.

"Who is it? You are."

to a young man with a suspicious face, the man,

Let me tell you something, a messenger from ancient times.

I replied.

"So? What can I do for you with your messenger from that ancient time?

"Wouldn't you like to stretch that ability more and wield it to your heart's content?

"What?

The man's words were without any change of philosophy, but the youth attracted only a little interest in the place 'in full thought'.

"Well, more evidence than theory, follow me."

The man just walked out when he turned his heel back. It's like it's natural for a young man to follow you, just to say.

It was slightly less interesting. The young man walked out after the man.

It was an old hall on the outskirts that the man led the youth.

"Come in."

The first man to look back opened the door himself and invited the youth in.

And youth meet fate.

It was the perfect beauty that appeared before the youth.

Functional beauty, shaping beauty, all have no place to lose. No, just one thing.

His left arm was broken.

"Here, this, is..."

Girl with golden hair, deep red eyes and white magnetic skin.

The young man had never seen a beautiful automatic doll (Automata) before.

The girl opened her mouth.

"Hi, my name is Elena. Who would you fix my arm for?

Even the voice is sweet. The young man was fascinated at the top.

For a while I couldn't even speak, I was just staring at the automatic doll named Elena (Automata), its red eyes.

It was the words uttered by the man who brought him here who broke that thought.

"What do you say, can I fix her arm for you?

The young man shook his head in silence. I can tell just by looking at it. Right in front of you, Elena is a work of art.

My, no, I can't fix it 'yet' for myself right now.

But.

"Someday, I'll show you that I can fix it"

The word came out naturally with a mouthful.

The youth was also fascinated by Elena's demonization.

The man's words were not lies.

In the basement of the hall, there was a narrow line of magic guides like you've never seen before, and ancient artifacts like you've never heard of.

And in the books written in ancient languages were written magic and magic techniques that should have been lost in inheritance.

The young man was surprised, thanked the man and immediately began a study to enhance himself.

One, two, three years.

Time has passed.

Five, ten years.

More time passed, and the youth became magnificent.

I haven't gotten to fix Elena yet, but the research was steadily progressing.

"I'm looking forward to it."

Elena's movements were already smoother. The joints and muscles had been repaired.

However, it was still not possible to reproduce the skin and skeleton.

"Believe me, I want you to fix it."

Young people who have been told to do so in the face of the occasional automatic doll (Automata), no, the grand age will continue to work even harder.

Prototype dozens, dozens of golems. In the process, the golem making technique was further improved.

Battle-specific golems are good. Even those that boasted nearly twice the output that had more than three times the conventional object were able to do so.

Notably, a golem with the power to overlap orders on the control nucleus (control core) of the target golem.

And a golem that makes use of a magic amplifying gem called Elladolite brought about in the course of research, temporarily but more than a dozen times more powerful.

Many others.

Not just the golem again, but a sword with added magic. A shield against magic.

As his man put it: 'An apostle from ancient times', the technology of the past was a few steps above the present.

Between the studies, he went around visiting the ruins, carrying them out, researching them and making an effort to get a little closer to the past.

"Well, a weapon of the past called Giggers found in this ruin, but it seems to have quite an interesting feature"

Youth are now in their prime years. His strength was full, and the flames of his passion were burning to an even greater extent, rather than decaying.

"It's Giggers? That's a failure. Low intelligence too, just rumbling around, low brain with just power"

Sometimes Elena comes to his lab and gives advice and criticism.

"More than that, destroy the ruins if you still have the Automata."

"Why? Elena."

"Because they're all inferior to me. I am the only automatic doll (Automata). The Queen of Automata. It was made to be so. The automated doll (Automata) in the ruins is such a rebel who tried to rebel against me. Don't leave those things behind."

"Well, I see."

Several blue-haired automatic dolls (automata) had been found from several sites, but they were all demolished according to Elena's request.

Some of the automated doll (Automata) body parts fit Elena, so in her twentieth year Elena returned to her perfect body.