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

The Lord of the deaf, tall voice was a man with square glasses.

Is he... about mid twenty?

Apparently, a Marino Serese technician in white.

Slow body shape with low shoulders and wide sides. I thought the hair color was black, but when I looked closely, it was like the brown darkened, unlike the Japanese blackness. He splits his hair seventy-three and strokes it with something like lard.

Behind the square glasses, thin fox eyes emit brown and sharp light.

"Anyway, I'm Grecas. Do... what about you?

Lord Balikerius knew already, and he stumbled into silence. He doesn't want to introduce you. I wonder why?

"This is rude! My name is Polerissa Hepaist, and I'm the head of development for the Golem, and I'm the chief technology advisor for Seadun Makers."

If you spread your arms with rhetoric as if it were a dogma, you will now be thankful to fold your body as-is. I'll give you back what you deserve.

"Mr. Polelissa Hepaist? Are you in charge of the development of the Golem? Thank you for inviting us today."

"Yeah, eheh. I want you to see my child."

He looks like a child and points his gaze at a golem with a white cloth on it.

"Is it child...? You know how that feels."

I suppose you like the golem a lot. I can agree with you on this point.

Looking to the side with Chirali, Magic Corps Leader Barricellius breathed out of his nose, hunched and small.

"Yep! My children (...)... thank you for all your help."

But I get the impression from the nitanita grin on my mouth that I made people look small rather than intimate.

Unfortunately, my first impression is not very good.

From beyond my glasses, my challenging eyes are looking up at me.

I was looking forward to seeing who was responsible for Marino Serese's golem development, but I feel so disappointed.

"Are you a prized spider golem? Those were really honest (...) good kids. But... parents should be responsible."

I return sarcasm lightly for now.

"I have no face in that regard! Unfortunately, it's a tragedy for me, isn't it? Oh, my darling! The undead, who knows no horse, take it from me...! I was treated outrageously at the end of an unknown land...! I'm just sad I thought about it! I'm the victim, don't you think? You."

With all due respect, point your finger at me.

Whether it's a cliché or a catacotto, talking out long sentences makes strangely playful rhetoric.

And when Polerissa pointed her palm up, she made something like a small square piece of paper (...) appear in space.

……

That seems to be a fictional substance created with magic yarn (Magiwire). Hemperoza and manuferno are similar to materializing magic threads (magiwires) to produce spreads and red candles.

"For once, I still had the title of Dr. Magic (...), and I could use magic."

Bragging about it, he threw it at me and gave it to me.

When I took it by hand, it was a single business card.

- Sea Dragon Craftsmen Group (Seadun Makers), Chief Technical Adviser, General Manager, Golem Development Department, Polerissa Hepaist

That's what I just heard.

However, at the next moment, the tactical information display (tactics) issued a "warning".

"... that's not a very good hobby. To make a better impression on your business card is to create a" thought induction formula "."

- - It works or something like that.

I poured magic from my fingertips into a business card in my hand.

The Magic Business Card, exposed to excessive magic, emitted a burning light and shattered and disappeared. Pretty unstable substance, apparently.

"Oh, that? No, no. That's not what I'm trying to do. I'm Holla, aren't I susceptible to misunderstanding? So I thought I'd make a little better impression. Ah... here I come! It's a surrender. It's magical. It's not even at your feet!

Do your hand behind your head, and no, turn your fat belly back.

Misunderstandings and nothing made the impression worse.

"I'll give you that back, too."

Sir Balikerius, who was watching our exchange beside him, also shook his shoulders with Gufff. The boulders are the captain of the Magic Corps, and the smallworker doesn't seem to work.

I guess Sir Balikerius kept his mouth shut knowing that. Of course, it makes sense that you wanted to see how I reacted.

But this Polerissa Hepaist.

Rude, rude, and good at offending.

Oh, my God, well, I'm a victim if I'm soaked. Poor thing, I can say this face forward.

As is also evident from current magic, if you are someone with low magic tolerance, you will be induced to think (...) before you realize it.

For example... there would be no such thing as making Gwidean assume that he is the mastermind.

Nevertheless, I also use a lot of magic that uses discrepancies in perception and illusions. In a way, it can also be described as true to the fundamentals of witchcraft.

"Are you okay with making a seed?

"What do you mean? I'm just a researcher. I just wish I could make an awesome golem. I don't know anything else."

Fixing his glasses with a neat face, he walked over to the golem.

"Hum...?

But if the screws on your head haven't flown this far, you shouldn't be tempted to stand around against the big countries in your alliance.

Because a good person tied to common sense thinking shouldn't be able to act so bold and dangerous as to seem foolish at first sight.

It's going to be a diplomatic issue, but it's a matter of company damage and liability. With all that stuff in his legs, Polelissa Hepaist is probably continuing her free-handed research.

- It's really unpleasant, but he's an interesting man.

"Now, Lord Valikerius, may I take a look at the golems they boast of?"

"Um, I would."

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"Startup magic ceremony, normal until 128......!

"Good biological connection with the manipulator (...)... airframe stability"

"Lower leg control system, no abnormalities. Upper soldier mount part remains arm fixed '

There are four Marino Serese technicians who are helping to start the golem. One of them is Polerissa Hepaist.

- Tarantia Seven, activate!

Gogon......! The golem rose as he tore off the grainy cloth, along with the heavy noise that

Bounce back the guillari and sunlight and expose the beauty.

That is a spider shaped Tarantia type with eight walking legs, but the specifications (...) are quite different from those previously encountered.

Parts of the human upper body (...) are competing out of the spidery body.

"Ooh......!

"Big!"

"You're smoother than I imagined!

A twitch occurred from the viewer's seat as soon as possible.

An impromptu tent is set up at the edge of the square, and we tourists are seated. Long tables and chairs were lined up, and the army executives of the Metanostadt kingdom were slipping back.

I also see two general classes of the Royal Army, plus Chief of Operations Philagalia.

Magic Warrior Commander Barricellius, of course, was seated in armor by a knight named "Representative of the Central Improvised Group (Metano) Special Operations Group (Militia)," a katana of Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel.

I don't know his name, but I can tell from the crest of the robe that he is a captain-class knight of the same size as Sir Rembrandt. He's a big man with a tough face and a tight body.

The back is equipped with "Mass Production (Producer) Thunder Sword (Sandaguard)", a sign of His Highness's knighthood, but that would be just in case.

Other executives from the Ministry of the Interior sit in uniform that they have put together this plan. Monoreder and Scarley should be here later, too, but I'm guessing they're busy after the example raid.

I sit back in the audience and watch the demonstration quietly.

"I see... it's definitely a Tarantia series of aircraft"

The golem shown was not a level of what I saw as a prototype, but a plane with a degree of completeness that could also be called a "leading mass production type".

Serial number or serial number is painted on the torso part.

No. 5, which means that there are five of them.

Each part of the golem is fitted with metal armor that takes productivity into account. Insect-like lurks the ringing and gives the impression of an overall alien (...) knight (...).

It's about three mertes tall and about six mertes in total length.

There are eight long walking legs growing out of an armored torso like a thinned tortoise.

The length of the leg is about four mertes. That shows crab-like movement due to the joints near the two mertes just in the middle.

A thin metal cover was attached to the base and joints of the fragile feet.

It's the upper body (...) that catches my eye.

Unlike the Tarantia series against the World Tree, there are similar structures on the upper body of man.

It's an alien golem like Centaur, cut up from the human torso and put it on the spider torso.

The right arm with the joint is fitted with a large spear like Lance and the left arm is equipped with a large shield.

But if you look closely, there is a karaki attached to the back of the shield. It was probably "Karakuri unleashing arrows in a row" equipped with Tarantia Strike.

I mean, they're also equipped with a medium-range armed with integrated offensive.

"What do you think, Lord Grecas the Wise"

Magic Warrior Commander Valikerius has asked back. Philagalia, the nostalgic facial chief of staff who was sitting next to me, also turned a sharp eye on me.

"Looks pretty handy. If you tell me to fight that from the front... I won't"

"Ha, I'm not being honest"

"If it's not from the front, you think you can win?

"... that, I don't know"

I lifted my glasses with my fingertips.

And that's when the tall voice called my name.

"Come on, the leader that if you're a golem in the Kingdom of Metanostadt, there's nothing to go out to the right! Master Sage Grecas, could you come over here? Sook...... can you play?

Polelissa Hepasto had a thin laugh with Nitanita.

Continued