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

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I came to the area where the presentation of the new golem takes place.

Continue along the old cobblestone path, about 5 merte wide, broken several times.

On both sides, buildings over ten mertes tall line up without gaps, forming a complex maze-like space. Probably a structure ready for the invasion of an external enemy.

The search magic map search (Ggol Mappa) confirms the location, so there seems to be nothing to get lost in, but the entrance to the destination venue seems to be a little further.

Looking up from this place, located on the east side of the castle, the royal castle stands at a height that strikes heaven nearby.

I don't see the location pattern ordinary people, but they're not like soldiers on patrol or officials with paperwork. The cleaning aunt is cleaning on the cobblestone, but she doesn't feel like a specially trained agent either.

In fact, we passed a couple of "Identification Boundaries (Authentic Varia)" for passenger checks. Unlike the Circle of Sovereignty, it is a magic for security embedded in buildings and passageways.

If the unauthorized turn it on, the guards will fly right in.

In my case, the magic ceremony for identification, which is being planted in the sage's robe, serves as a passport.

The left and right buildings have small windows and entrances but no sense of life. Due to its location, it is probably the back of the castle, such as the government building adjacent to the royal castle and the army warehouse.

Looking up, the buildings on both sides are connected to each other by an arched stone bridge like a crossing.

"Metius, will you come out? I'm getting so lonely."

Hello, sage Grecas.

A fairy pops out of a literary book in her chest pocket, and yeah stretches out.

Seeing the two monoredders and Scarley, Metti hid for some reason.

"What happened earlier?

"... I don't know why, but I don't like black clothes officials. I don't know... I feel like I could get caught."

"Right. But you've seen those two many times, haven't you?

"But... a big big castle... could it be because it was nearby?

The fairy Metius shrugs her shoulders with the face that she doesn't know better herself.

"I see, Metti... maybe he is"

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Cover your neck and blink your eyes like blue jewels.

"It's okay. If you stay with me, you'll have nothing to worry about."

"Of course, sage Grecas."

Deposit yourself to lean against my side for a moment. I feel a slight warm temperature.

A fairy (Metti) with few memories of her lifetime as "Princess Metius", but is it also life in a castle that was a caged bird state or some kind of trauma that doesn't like officials, etc?

But there's no point in prying now, it could be a story of a distant past.

As the two of them proceeded in conversation, their vision eventually opened.

"Well, maybe here?

"From here on out, I hope you're hiding inside your robe collar because it's all Uncle Gotsui"

"I will."

It was like a circular square there.

The diameter is about 20 merte. I don't get the impression that it's that big because of the compressive surrounding buildings. It looks like a training ground, a corner of the King Metropolitan Guard garrison in Metanostadt.

About ten King's government officials and general of the Royal Army, plus a few people dressed in exotic clothes, were coming and going busily.

At the entrance to the square, two soldiers with spears stood, and he looked at me and said, "Go ahead," and corrected his posture.

I don't think it's a problem because we've already been ID 'd while we were here.

In the center of the square there is this eyeball, a new golem and a thought object, but a white cloth is covered.

- Made by Marino Serese Weapons Development Corporation "Sea Dragon Craftsmen Group (Seadun Makers)", the exhibition venue for the presentation of the new golem.

When I saw it, there was a freshly handwritten sign next to the entrance.

"Oh! Well done, my sage!

It was the Kingdom of Metanostadt, Lord Balikerius, the head of the Magic Corps, who welcomed me with a sumptuous and energetic voice.

"Sir Valikerius, I'm afraid you're welcome."

I bowed my head. The warm, well-widened old gentleman said the style, but the military uniform worn and the feathered robe reveal its position.

"You worried about me!

"... I'm sorry. I would have to welcome you... but I'm in the way."

I bowed my head.

"Oh, good! I heard about that. I didn't think you'd set me up at the foot of this king's capital."

Shit, I say shoulder to shoulder and whisper.

"To the people of Marinocerese, what about this?

"I didn't tell you. They are a group of Sea Dragon Craftsmen. There were anti-government forces lurking inside the company. I'm telling you, the world tree raid and the stolen old golem have nothing to do with what some traitors did."

The head of the old wizard, big enough to cover me up and hide me, obnoxiously glowed his left eye prosthetic eye (...).

At the end of that line of sight were young technicians dressed in what could be termed the dress of the Marino Serese of the South.

They were peeking into the white cloth covering the golem and making final adjustments.

"You interrogated the man who attacked me the other day, but you just said you did it of your own free will."

It doesn't look like someone was instructing me to read it from a man's words. He said it was only on his own initiative, including personal grievances.

But something catches on. It's called timing, and things are going as if they were a set scenario.

Sir Balikerius walks away from me and continues the conversation in the guise of the wind guiding the others to where they are.

"What good does Marino Serese gain by giving a little to our country in alliance? Do you want to show us the new golem and do it and brag about it being superior?

"They're arms dealers. I'm in business. In other words, it is natural to assume that there are other customers (...) besides us. Well... it's my speculation"

"In a third country...!

I'll put in a no, but I'm only out of guesswork.

In other words, the customer for the Makers of neighboring Marino Serese is his own army, followed by the Royal Metanostadt Army, an alliance relationship. What if there's another third country (...) involved that we don't know about?

Suppose, for example, that a mysterious third country was providing financial assistance and examining all technical possibilities - including the effects of treasure instruments. Suppose you were trying to gain relevant knowledge, from magic techniques, materials, tactics and real-time data useful on the battlefield when developing the Golem......

The World Tree becomes a truly ideal experimental site as a place for them to be available at once.

Of course, there is a level of risk that, if exposed, could lead to the breakdown of the alliance. So as an insurance (...), you were putting up multiple lines of prevention with internal insurgents, state dissidents, and mysterious religious groups?

"At least, you must have collected 'data in action' from the recovered golem"

"If that's in their hands, what happens?

Give me a beat and I'll answer.

"The new golem will eventually overtake us wizards."

"Nooo...!

I stood in front of a marinoserese golem.

"Is this you, Master Grecas, the wise man?

Looking back unexpectedly to his tall voice, a tall Marinocerese man in white approached him.

It was a brunette with square glasses.

Continued