Riot Grasper

Having returned safely to Horn, I took a trip with the Royal Institute of Magic.

It's about 'royal', so is it King Richelle's jurisdiction...?

That guy doesn't seem to spare any money on matters of interest, so he gets interested in what he's doing.

In the Wang capital, Horn, along the sea, numerous buildings line up facing the sea. The magic laboratory also did not leak as an example, it was built in a hilly place where the land was slightly protruding, and from a distance it looked like a building was on an island floating at sea.

Is it also called Gothic architectural style? How can I draw a smooth curve like that using bricks? I can't help but wonder when I look at arched windows, passageways, etc.

Conversely, the roof was conical and still in pointy shape.

If a girl falls from the sky, it is a contract to become a skewer.

Parents! There's a girl from the sky... ahhh!

... I kinda imagined it. Too scary.

I'll just keep the tip section rounded for you later.

- Well, let's get the key deliveries done, shall we?

I switched my mind and stepped up a staircase decorated with sprinkled exterior lights and into the magic lab.

The interior does not mean a closed space, but continues a crossing facing a large courtyard, with numerous doors visible on the wall side.

Is there any research going on in that room?

Looking around for a moment, they obviously thought he was an outsider. A man dressed in a robe came to talk to me.

"... what about you?

"Eh, I got a request at the Adventurer Guild. The requisition was written here to be delivered as soon as possible. Sure... my client's name must have been Mr. Warm."

The man immediately agrees as he was convinced.

"Oh, it's Grandpa Wom. I'll call you. Just give me a minute."

I took Manatlento's crown out of the bag as I watched a man who would be a researcher disappear across the hallway.

Large with yellow petals, it is about the size of a hug with both arms. It has a strong colour flavour and can be considered uncomfortable for ornamental use.

While I was seriously observing the floral crown, I remembered an earlier man saying 'Grandpa Wom'.

I'm sure he's older.

If you are someone who seems to have difficulty, you may be lucky to have made a short delivery and go home.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The voice that broke into my thoughts was slightly squeamish. I can tell from my voice that my opponent is not young either.

"I thought Mana Trent was quite a troublesome demon... but I didn't know you could bring this sooner"

The old man, who wore a robe just like the man earlier, had a delightful look by deepening the wrinkles engraved on his face.

The appearance of having a wand fits perfectly with the image of a 'wizard' on a whitened chin beard because of his age. You're a little lower than me.

"Well, now we can move on with the research."

After handing over the floral crown, if you sign the requisition, the request is complete, but I'll just try to have a little conversation.

Because he didn't look like an old man that harsh.

"Is that crown any different from normal? I'm not sure."

"Hmm? Are you interested?

Grandpa Wom shook his head very unfortunately as he turned his clear blue eyes this way.

"But I'm not free either. I beg your pardon, sir. You can't tell too many outside people about the research."

It's an extremely serious opinion.

Apparently, there's no way to stop Grandpa Wom from trying to get back to the research room.

I don't have a choice... It was originally an intriguing question, and if you're busy, it's more than that.

"- Don't you mind if I give you a little tour, without saying so?

"Huh..."

The voice that was suddenly hung from behind, I remember.

The voice that rolls the bell is gentle on the ear, and I still have a colorful memory of you freaking out all the time for a statement that just sees people's hearts.

The hands and feet peeking from the hem of a young grassy robe are as white as snow, and clear skin would be a weapon to attract the opposite sex.

An overly neat face lets the same-sex know the flavour of defeat without even being jealous, and the jade eyes accurately identify the humanity of those who reflect it. The pointy ears that serve as charm points are nothing more than proof of the existence of an elf.

"Yi...... mr. iri!?

"Yes. I see you again. Mr. Sage."

Ilyi, the elf who I turned to, was visiting Melbeil the other day as a sidekick to King Hardin of Richelle.

Marita, I remember this guy a little when we rescued him.

Anyway, elf-specific beautiful eyes are a terrible substitute for knowing what kind of person they are.

It can't be forgotten with such humiliation as a peek into deep psychology.

I want you to take proper responsibility.

"Hey, why are you here!?

"That's the dialogue here. This is the Royal Institute of Magic, and I am a court magician. Wouldn't it surprise you to visit to help with your research?

... right. You're right when you ask me.

"Mr. Sage, how did you get to Horn?

"Er, the king told me there was no harm in coming once... depending on if I thought it would be a good idea to travel a lot"

In response to my reply, Mr. Ili chuckled loosely at his mouth.

Did I say something weird...?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm also a stranger who jumped out of a boring elf, so I feel like I know a little bit about wanting to go to different places."

When a perfectly neat face collapses just a little, it is very...... GOOD.

and so on. Irie grinned and laughed as she thought to herself,

"It would be better not to tell Master Hardin that Mr. Sage is coming to King's Capital."

and spoken.

"Uh, is that...?

"Hehe... Master Hardin liked you a lot. You'll be strongly solicited again if you find out. You could be kidnapped."

I don't know what...

Mr. Illy is joking to me, but it's strange because it doesn't sound like much of a joke when I think of that king's face.

I won't forget my child's heart when I grow up...... when it comes to sounding good, but that guy wants toys that feel like kids who do whatever they get.

"Well, I'm glad you did,"

When I finish my reunion greeting with Mr. Illy, suddenly something like a black shadow crosses the edge of my sight and approaches Mr. Illy.

"Illy ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It must be a squeamish voice, but obviously it was the old man dressed in a robe - Grandpa Wom - who hung on to the elf woman along with a shout with a different voice tension than earlier.

It is such a light-hearted move that it makes me want to ask what the hell was the reason for the wand.

In contrast, Yili makes a half-hearted face, while accustomed to attacking Grandpa Wom's sexual harassment (* rather, the level at which he can be sued).

"Huh... Huh... Hii"

"If you can't do much, you'll really fall down."

Mr. Ili makes a statement that even makes him feel like he can afford to worry about his opponent, but Grandpa Wom just can't seem to hide his age-related weakness.

After a while it stopped working with the rough breath.

Naturally, I don't feel any disturbance in Mr. Irie's breathing.

"... uh, ha-ha-ha... I see. Did this boy get to know Yili? I'm not going to tell you a little bit about research."

It was Grandpa Wom who talked the rest of the story as if nothing had happened... but the majesty of "The Older Wizard" no longer had any shards left.

I would also like to withdraw such things as clear eyes.

Well, because of that, let's just listen.

I was in the mood to go home about half the time, but Mr. Ili seems to accompany me, and I honestly find it hard to say no.

- In a room at the lab.

"It's a little messy, but never mind"

Indeed, the rooms guided could not have been cleaned up in flattery.

In addition to the cluttered books, some metal pieces and bone-like objects are scattered and, by the way, colorful liquids are scattered on the floor.

"So, what do you use Manatlento's floral crown for? That's the question."

Grandpa Wom started looking for something out of the pile of crap and took it out - just ahead of the street lights I remember seeing in the city.

The beautiful stone colo in the other hand... looks a lot like the nuclear balls I was collecting from the slime.

... Is it the crystalline form of mana?

As he watched what the hell he was going to do, Grandpa Wom opened the lid of the street light and threw in the stone corn.

After a while - a warm light like phosphorescence dwells and begins to illuminate the area.

"- What I'm doing here is developing magic props."

Demonic props......?

Are you talking about a tool that exerts powers similar to magic?

"Mr. Warm looks like this. He's an excellent technician. In addition to this street lamp, we have also developed demonic tools to purify domestic drainage."

Mr. Illy also seems to appreciate Grandpa Wom in terms of his work.

I see... I guess the water flowing through the waterway was beautiful because of the benefit of those magic props.

Swimming with Luke through the waterway where domestic drainage flows in as it is is is just a bit of a relief.

On the street lamp...... demon props for drainage purification, huh?

Apparently, the demonic props that Grandpa Wom is developing are in keeping with the lives of his citizens.

"I was blessed myself, but few people can handle magic in this world. If you don't have the magic qualities, you'll be given the same benefit as magic with one tool... don't you think it would be great?

With his hands behind his back, Grandpa Wom went on to speak his own dreams.

"For that, I don't even care if I throw my life away."

Probably thought you'd look good if you only heard this dialogue...... a little too outspoken a way to gaze at Mr. Illy.

More importantly, the sexual harassment of Yili earlier ruined everything.

"But... I'm in a little trouble."

The old man, who deepened his wrinkles as he rubbed his beard, removed the crystals of Mana from the street lamp.

Then - the lights that were on lose their power and disappear.

"As you can see. So far, you're gonna need a mana crystal to activate the magic artifact."

"In the Wang capital, Master Hardin is spreading the word, but it is true that there is something a little painful given the cost side"

Hmm.

What Illy is trying to say is... I mean, I can't help but pay for fuel.

In fact, the nuclear balls I was collecting from Slime were also delivered at that price there.

"But... mana is something that exists in the atmosphere, right?

In my image, it feels like fuel is floating in the air around there.

The lack of fuel is also a strange story.

"See, if a boy can handle magic, too? So... how do we trap the mana that exists in the atmosphere in the magic props?

Oh...... you mean that.

If you can metaphor it, putting vaporized gasoline in the car's fuel tank and closing the lid won't move, or something like that.

A more dense state - in this case, you mean you need a crystal that Mana has solidified?

"Did you understand? So... it's not like this floral crown is here."

What Grandpa Wom took out was the yellow crown I delivered.

"It is said that Manatrent was turned into a demon by ancient trees, but it was written in the literature that the cause was in this floral crown. Anything...... seems to have the nature of collecting atmospheric mana and aggregated excess mana is responsible for the mutation. If we could figure out the mechanism for collecting mana from the atmosphere, it might be possible to apply it to magic tools, right?

Oh, he seems like a fine man at work after all.

"I see… it might be good to think that you were trying to touch your body unnecessarily before asking me to cooperate in research with spiritual magic"

"Hey, what are you gonna say!? I do think about the words of love that I dedicate to Ilyi from day to day, but I'm serious about research."

No, this grandfather. We need to do something soon.

Well, I can understand what it's like to want to touch a beauty like Mr. Illy... with me.

Because even across the robe, you are likely to follow lines with natural eyes that are creeping around your hips and swelling in your chest.

"Ah..."

Or if I was chasing him with my eyes, I'd have eyes in person.

Mr. Ili looks straight at me with a beautiful smiling expression.

My neck nearly rotated 180 degrees reflexively, but it's too late.

As Mr. Ili slowly approaches me, he gently squeals in my ear with his hands on my cheek.

"- If you're interested... you're in the royal palace"

The glossy voice is not the voice of Yili until earlier.

What am I going to do...... I'm going to have a nosebleed.

These forceful solicitations may be a little ant.

"Well...... it's time for me to take a moment. Good luck with your research, Mr. Warm. I knew I'd get mad if I told you to pack the Spirit itself into a magic prop instead of a mana crystal."

"Oh, that's like half a joke..."

"... half?

"... all of it"

Mr. Ili put such words of encouragement on Grandpa Wom before leaving the lab.

In a space of silence, I figure out what to do.

They told me what I wanted to know, so I should probably be gone by now.

I was about to leave the room, too - and there was a call from behind.

"- Hey, can I talk to you for a second?