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

"Salary, start!

"Magic open. Class A!"

"Control Received (iHub Control)! Magic Thread for Power Transmission (MagiWire), Pressure Normal"

Bravo squad, leg control start, - start walking.

"Walking, forward trace speed. Right leg forward!

"Roger. Walking, forward trace speed…. Right leg forward."

Zushuun! and Made Golem "Mr. Antarctic Maid No. 1" took a step on his right foot.

Around, the upper body tilts, but immediately maintains vertical even though it is endangered by the control technique.

Oh! And these are the students from Group A for two years.

The Magic High School's regular (...) class is said to be thirty, but about twenty of them each share roles to move the made-up golem.

Since it is controlled by 20 people, the remaining 8 people can serve baked sweets and tea. And the two remaining are Pescinar and Knox, leaders and guides (...).

"Okay! Now it's time to succeed (...)! I don't suppose you can show a good place for a wise man!

Pessinar boosts his temper.

"" "" Icer!

"Success... haven't you ever succeeded?

"Eh heh, well... that's the place"

Knox tinkled his tongue out as he twirled his wavy hair with his fingertips.

"Hmmm......"

Nevertheless, my class is working as one, so I'll be here for you.

Is it going to be my first "success" today, and I accidentally swallow cockroaches and solitude too?

"To? Come on, move it!

"Ooh? You're cuter than the" barrels. "

"Brother Gu, you don't look like the fully-fledged ones."

Hemperoza and Plum are delighted with the excitement and Riola is smiling with a soothing face as well.

But only Metius reacted differently.

"Sage Grecas...... Well, it's hard to say, but this Mr. Golem has a center of gravity control system, but what do you call it, seeing deficiencies, walking, so don't you give it your best shot?

Metius grabbed my earlobes and whispered in a whisper. Probably felt the immaturity of magic control.

"Maybe. But...... everyone is serious and looks like they are having fun. Well, it's inconsequential what I say here, and I don't need a hand."

"It's too late for tea."

"Metti's a match, too."

"'Cause look..."

Fairy little fingertips point.

The instant coffee shop that renovated the classroom seems to be rented out for us, and we don't see any other guests.

But if you look closely, the floor of the next table leaves traces of spilled tea, and I can also nod that I only have a bad feeling about it.

"I see, well, if it turns out to be Isa, I'll help you not to know. If everyone gets burned, they're in trouble."

The Made Golem was finally walking about five steps this way.

The large group of twenty people who can see behind them seem to have defined roles, respectively, in the generation of magic threads (magiwires) that support the whole body like tentative muscles and skeletons, in charge of controlling the articular part, and in integrated motion control in charge of walking and movement in general.

In the first place, more than a dozen giant stone (stone) golems held by the Royal Methanostat Army are a big deal to be moved by about five specially trained middle and advanced class magicians.

Given that, it would be a huge challenge for the students in the Magic General Class, who usually mainly learn "fortune telling" and "ritual magic," to control it with this number of students.

By the way, I want to brag about the Golem of "Sage (Me)", which is combatable by simultaneously controlling two human shapes (...) and 24 barrel shapes (...), but wait for the tea to be swallowed and carried all the time.

The made-to-measure golem is made of a combination of wood and metal, and the joint is made of rubber or resin.

He looks like a maid, wearing a long skirt with a white shirt and a pretty embroidered apron.

The face as the key beautiful girl maid...... I just noticed that the magic of the recognition agitation system (Imagine Jammer) system hangs on only the part of the face and seems to make it look like a human being, in fact it seems to be about "hehe to" face.

- I see.

Unexpectedly impressed, I didn't develop a strong anti-magic junction in the classroom or in the hallway, so I was fooled.

"... the tea will get cold."

"Hempero, Plum fails a lot, too, and I'm here for you."

Aside from being twisted, Hemperoza rocked the chair was a pram.

I suppose I support my inner thrill and golem because I don't fall in carrying tea a few times myself.

Did Hemperoza feel that, too, she got a serious face and corrected her posture.

"Riola, the baked sweets are handmade by the students."

"Wow, I look forward to it"

I look at the side of a beautiful girl shining chestnut eyes.

"Riola's would be very popular if sold at a cultural festival."

"Uh, really? Hmm. I'm not sure."

"Really? I think I always taste good."

"Then why don't you eat it, brother?"

"Ooh... ooh"

Riola tilts her little neck adorably and combs her hair on her little ears.

Unexpectedly dodgy, but there Metius pulled my ear.

"Sage Grecas, I'm here!

Looking back at the voices as if they were in battle, Guision! And it looks like tea finally got to the table.

All you have to do is... put it on the table. The tiredness of the class magicians also seems to peak.

Pessinar and Knox, as well as the facade of making tea, also watch the made-up golem walk in the face of tension.

But a control student called Team B started panicking.

"Hey! Magic yarn pseudomuscular system, internal pressure will increase!

"Don't panic! Class A!"

"Magic pseudo valve open! Leg deceleration!

- Oh, no, no, no!

The maid who comes this far, breaks control, grallies, and leans, Golem. Only the expression on his face carefully gives the expression '> A <' of surprise and confusion.

"Wow! Sage!

"Yabba!

Knox and Pessinar shouted with their faces bright blue.

"To!?

"Abyss, both of you!

Riola screamed and stood up. But I can't support the Made Golem from Riola's position.

"It's okay."

I slammed a magic thread (Magiwire) in my face.

There is no simple, basic structure and no interference prevention safety formula (security). Thanks to this, you have only 0.2 seconds to master the control system - the green display of 'controllable' on the tactical information table.

Git!... and made a noise. The maid golem stomped, never falling. Then twirl around the basin in your hand and line up the tea on the table one after the other.

In front of the four of us, tea was lined with white hot air and baked sweets were placed in the middle of the table.

"Yay! Success!"

"Whoa whoa!?

"Finally! Finally, I'm successful in my service!

"But from overload, I wonder if you've controlled stomping..."

The classroom was engulfed with joy and relief. Wizard eggs that hug, jump, and hi-touch.

"It's a brilliant thing. At the end of the day, it was a bit of a hiatus."

When I brought the tea to my mouth, so did Riola and Plum. And Hemperoza, who was solidifying, finally carried the tea to my mouth, as I recall.

Though. I'll just leave a trail of "broken in from the outside and partially deprived of control" because of their postgraduate school...

"It was fun."

"Come here when you're older, too."

"Plums are coming too -!

"Me too, higher school building...... I'd like to go"

"Oh, fine!

I had a small incident but in the end it was a lot of fun. Having a great time, we said thank you to Pessinar and Knox and the class faces, and we also said goodbye to the principals before leaving the Magic High School.

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"So... what the hell is going on here?

"Unknown. I wonder how... this happened"

"Neither do I. I don't know."

Manuferno and Lentomia responded to my query with half a laugh.

This is Methanostat Central Arena. This is where I once fought the Wizard of Cancun, Tingil Hyde.

In the afternoon sun, which began to lean, a large audience is making a scene of nasty noise.

The gaze of me and my guests is poured into ten chairs arranged in the center of the arena (...).

Even though there are ten of them, they are separated into five second-hand pieces and lined up across a special 10 Merte square ring.

On one side sat a pair of five men who seemed to bend over to see them with their black capes woven. He was softly hooded up to his face, invisible to the wind and face, but even seemed to have a drifting black aura.

And on the other side, only Faria sits in the general's seat.

No way, I've already lost four and been forced out, is that right? I'm upset about the situation, too, with the boulder.

Faria looks invincibly directly in the front and sits with her arms around her.

I wear my favorite bikini armor on my body and am totally in a combat position.

"Hang in there, Mr. Faria!

I support Riola even though she can't swallow the situation.

"If you won five to five, did you decide to win or lose already?

"Sage Grecas, why don't you look into the performance in Search Magic (GOAL)?

"Ooh, ooh! Right."

In the first place, there was no "fighting" at the Cultural Festival. Haz?

Continued