The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

"Make your organs, your eyes, your ears, your guts, your blood."

Draw a diagram on a piece of paper and give it to Lentomia.

"Wah? This... inside your body, parts?

"Well that's the place. I also have a book in this room for more information, so you should take a look. Reproduce this in a collection of slimes."

"I wonder if I can do that?

Tilt the wizard's neck of the half elf.

"I can do it. It should be easier than making drugs out of Dragon Man's blood."

Here's what I thought of "Princess Rana's Proposed Humanization".

First, let Princess Larna grow further and subdivide it into a cell-sized "very small Princess Larna". From there, we apply Lentomia and the form maintenance magic (Sonomama) that I use to form artificial organs.

In order to take human form, we have to differentiate a number of organs, from muscles to blood, bones and skin, but once we have the technique to clarify the role, the rest should be able to form at once.

Regardless, a grand maneuver that cannot even be chanted by a normal wizard can be recorded in the form of an "autonomous driving maneuver (aprict)" and automatically excitable sage magic can be used.

"I see! Then we can humanize (...) as a simple artificial life form (homunculus)."

Lentomia hammers as convinced.

"It takes magical persistence to maintain form, but it's the nature of accumulating magic in the slime itself. That won't be a problem either."

"But... what happens to life expectancy?

"Indeed, in slime alone, he dies in six months or years. But by dividing and replacing generations, life can be extended. It's just... there will be limits."

"Limits?"

My knowledge of the original world suggests that cells should have "dividing limits".

Indeed, by dividing and increasing, life expectancy as a multicellular "group" would be exceptionally prolonged. But I don't know exactly how long it will stretch, not even me on the boulder.

Because the source of knowledge gained through search magic (Gogol) is limited to books written in this world. No matter how much you look for, you don't find a description of cell proliferation - and the mysterious life form called slime.

Though there may be some material at the height of the Magic Kingdom a thousand years ago, it is beyond the reach of a search in the Millennium Library (Southern-Library) and is difficult to find.

"But on the contrary, Princess Rana's presence as a 'spiritual body' may last forever"

"That's what the Queen of Slime said, the one called Magic Consciousness Sharing?

"Ah."

"It's a little hard to believe that the back of the slime leads into the other world,"

Lentomia shines her bright eyes and lifts the hair hanging on her cheeks to her ears. I feel excitement and pleasure in my quest for knowledge.

I also enjoy these conversations between the two of us very much. This is a good conversation for those who know what it is.

"Princess Rana is a pseudo-personality created by slime to slime through hyperspace information networks (networks). It's called the Humanoid Terminalia. This still absorbs a lot of stuff from Iola and grows more human"

"Only memory is hyperspace... which means you're going to be stoked by different worlds, right?

"You're a boulder, Lentomia. In other words, even if the flesh were to perish, the memory and personality would remain intact and be reconstituted as long as another flesh was prepared"

"It's already an immortal mental body..."

"Yeah, but it could be like an infinite prison, living a lonely eternity."

Decades later, if only Princess Rana will continue to live even if Iola is old and called to heaven, or if only consciousness will remain in the hyperspace even if this world perishes... Perhaps that will be hard.

Regardless, this is half my own imagination. In fact, the limiter works so that you don't feel distressed, and at some point you may end up with self-inflicted death (apoptosis).

But, Greg...

"Hmm?"

Lentomia leaves herself behind the back of her chair and says with a very sleepy face.

"That character of Princess Rana. Wouldn't that be a hundred years or a thousand years of fun living without worries?

"... must be"

I see.

That bottom line, honest, bright, energetic weather to desire, a one-way personality, is probably what I was given for it.

- But in any case, you don't have to use Dragon Man's Blood.

"But it's amazing. Greg is. That's a wise man. The next technique of flesh-generation... I'll think about it."

"Of course I'll think about it with you, right here."

"Yeah!"

Lentomia smiles joyfully bright. But you're a little tired. It seems to be time for a nap with the utout.

I accidentally pinched both cheeks of the half elf, and snapped around with the eel.

"Ya, no more"

"haha"

Now for one thing, Princess Rana will have hope, and Lentomia won't have time to go into research.

But I'm not going to leave Dragon Man's Blood here forever.

- When the Metanostadt Cultural Festival is over, we have to return it to the Dragon People's Village.

Plum also said he wanted to see Annemie, the dragon man's daughter, and we need to show all the villages and elders who shared the blood that Plum is feeling better.

And thank you very much, and return the blood.

You could make such a journey once before winter comes. Whatever it takes to stop at Verse Cline's hot springs.

"Yeah. That's not bad..."

I left the lab behind with that in mind.

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"Greg, that's why you drink it."

"No, I'm a minor..."

"Hey, nobody's picking it up. They're all drinking, okay?

Ergonote recommended it in the face of my bad brother, so I poured the distilled liquor poured into my mouth.

"... ugh!?

The heat that burns through the esophagus makes my stomach burn.

Complex aromas thrusting through the nose, alcoholic aromas, and a lingering, painful sensation in the tongue.

"Huh!? Poison! Poison! This!?

"Ha ha! I went all at once...... You're gonna be a jerk! There you go."

"I don't need it anymore!

Ergonote is in a good mood and pours amber liquid out of a bottle at me.

I'm not going to drink anymore, but Ergonote is taking a breath of the distilled liquor he poured himself into the silver cup.

- Is Ergo okay? This stuff......

Honestly, I didn't think it was delicious, but booze is something that has captivated people from ancient times like charm magic (charms). Will I find out how delicious the liquor tastes sometime?

Me and Ergonote are the only guests of the Metius Tavern.

Plum and Hemperoza have fallen asleep, and Iola and Riola have just entered the room. Is Manuferno... taking a bath after dinner and writing again? It's a matter of diligence.

By the way, in the afternoon, I went to help paint the manuferno betta, but I tied my hair together all the time and it was totally artisan in the face.

"Ink. Here! Tsugikoko!"

And, he was given instructions early in the arrow succession, and instead of a sweet atmosphere, he seemed to get lost in the training ground at the deadline.

Thanks to this, I was better at painting the beta without sticking out the line and drawing the focus line on the character's background. Now I may be good at painting next to Manuferno and Plum in this hall.

That's right, and I'm concerned that Faria's not coming home.

Will you be staying in the King's Capital quarters tonight?

If it's early tomorrow morning at work, it's inefficient to go through from here. Will I still rent a room and live in the King's Capital of Metanostadt...

I'm a little worried, but I'm also a child. Above all, she is an invincible female warrior. What are you doing? Is it wild to ask in gold bracelet communication?

"Sage Grecas, how are you feeling?

Metius sat down on the bottle and visited worried. He wondered if he felt bad about me for being silent.

"Oh, no, it's okay..."

"Ha, Metius. Grecas now thought about Pram, Hemperoza, Manuferno, Iola, Riola, and Faria.... No?

Ni and Ergonote leak a prank and laugh.

"Become!? Ergo, stop..."

"Haha? Did you hit it? Yea!"

"It's a boulder, brave Ergonote!

Brave man hi-touching with pachin and fairies.

Metius seems happy to have a liquor platter with the courageous and wise men of the memorial.

The yellow, warm lights on the scented oil lamp illuminate the living room lining in a different atmosphere than during the day. If you think it's fun to drink slowly in a place like this, you're an adult.

"So, you seem to have had a lot of things, but, uh, what about Princess Snoovel?

There were brilliant flat handed marks, but now they're gone on boulders.

For a moment. Ergonote drinks up quietly, just one word.

"We broke up."

"What?"

< Continued… >