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

"You! There you are, wise man."

Polerissa Hepaist, head of the Golem Development Department, called me in a high voice as the chief technical advisor to Marinocerese's munitions company, the Sea Dragon Craftsmen's Group (Seadun Makers).

He can't see me sitting in the second row because I'm small, and I'm jumping with my nails first.

Either way, it's called coming with a kachin, but His Excellency the General or the Chief of the Magic Corps looks back and puts his gaze on me.

In the middle of the square, a golem with a human upper body on the spider's torso was moving around lightly and demonstrating.

Occasionally, he wields a lance that is likely to be as long as three mertes worn on his right arm.

The golem known as Tarantia VII (Type Seven) seems to be quite athletic.

"Do you want me to do a mock fight?

"Come on. Whatever you want, you can leave."

Hold down the magic captain who snaps his cockroach, and I'll stand up.

"We don't even have until Sir Balikerius leaves. I'm a young man here..."

I flipped Sage's robe and rose out of my chair.

Ooh! and a little twirl happens.

Even if you look around at the attending members on the side of the Kingdom of Metanostadt, most of them are unsuitable for battle.

Or the fighting power is impeccable, but it's all good or suspicious.

For example, Magic Corps Commander Sir Balikerius would also be able to explode into dust, such as golems, thanks to powerful flame magic backed by action.

The same applies to the Knights, who represent the Central Ready to Respond Group (Metano) Special Operations Group (Militia).

With the power of the "Mass Produced (Producer) Thunder Sword (Sandaguard)," it is equal to the armor of the Golem and other pieces of paper that lack magical defense.

Both are obviously overkill. It's not a real fight, so I'm serious about it.

It's only a friendly and friendly event, and they're exhibiting it as part of their business.

Even for the military greats in the row, they won't be able to ride a mildly provocative invitation and crush each other's faces.

Let's interpret this place as expected of the "lightness" of my existence.

"I'll make sure."

When I got up from my chair, I thanked him and then went outside the tent.

"Sage Lord Grecas, you asked for it!

"... did everything in my power not to be a disgrace to the kingdom."

Gach and Sir Balikerius laugh effortlessly and Chief of Staff Philagalia accompanies them with thorny flowers.

"I'll do my best"

"Sage Grecas, keep it handy!

From the inside of the robe's collar, Metius turns up and resents him.

"Don't say that, Meti. This is also work (...). Socialists (...)"

"Already! I wish I could just barf and get rid of him like I always do."

A fairy with her mouth pointed and arms wrapped around her is pretty cute too.

"Ha, now you're saying that too, Meti"

"Oh? I guess so."

Sure, I don't feel comfortable moving in sequence, but I decide to change my mind here.

Because it is never a loss to gauge the power of the target's golem.

Polelissa Hepaist applauds with a confident face.

"Haha, you came? Can't you do a mock fight with a light golem?

"Well, I can't do it either."

"That's good"

As I advance into the center of the square, Tarantia TypeSeven confronts me as I move eight legs with a geese.

It's big on boulders when you look close.

A man-made monster with a human knight-like upper body affixed to the spider's lower body. Would that be closer to the mythical monster Arakney than Centaur?

The facial part is a composite sensor embedded with a large number of luminous stones.

It is a terrible design (design) that would happen if a shining stone were sewn onto the human head in a mask. Combined with the discomfort of a silhouette resembling a human being, it makes you feel an indescribable creep.

"This golem is for two, there are two girls (...) inside. Yes... I made special adjustments."

Nitanita and I have a really humble way of saying what's funny.

"Were you also thought guided again?

"Do bad things that people hear. I'm sorry about the way those kids are riding, but it's 'love'. See? I'm surprisingly hot, aren't I? That's why. They're hanging in there for me. Don't you think you're healthy, you"

What's not "isn't it?" You know what?

But it's somewhat understandable that the pilot is a girl. It would be appropriate in terms of body size and adaptability.

Except if he wanted to.

"Okay. Then don't let them get hurt."

"But you. Rumor has it that you will use a golem made from 'wine barrels'...? Don't you have that today?

Polerissa Hepaist in barrel-like shape looking around with Kyoro Kyoro.

"That was in action (...). Don't worry. For simulation, we will prepare you instantly."

In my words, the members of the audience are riding themselves out and looking at this one with interest.

It is widely known that I use wine barrel golems on a daily basis, but that's not all I can do.

To give an example, The House of the Walking Wise can also be described as a giant golem.

At the corner of the square was the place where the luggage was kept, with a little ground exposed and grass growing. It is damp when I approach it and touch it with my hands.

"Hmm... this dirt is going to make a good golem"

I keep my hands on the ground and auto-chang the mucus magic (Sloudou). We poured a simulated slime into the ground. Stimulates morphologic maintenance magic (sonomama) and forms puppets in the ground against the mucus magic that stains them.

Stretch countless magic threads (Magiwires) against earth and mucus dolls raised in the ground.

Approximately a minute in time. This completes the impromptu golem.

The rest, combined with a magical connotation, is aptly named.

"Your name is... Clay Clay. Now hear my life, my faithful servant."

Bogogogogogo...... and as the ground rose, the earthy upper body was exposed and the earthy golem emerged dressed to pull the lower body off the ground with both hands on it.

He's about three mertes tall and giant.

I have grass growing on my head and it's adorable.

I try to move my body by manipulating the magic thread (MagiWire) and flushing the slime in my body, but the movement itself is dull.

"" Ooh!?

"Lord Sage... give me a golem of earthly attributes!?

Not exactly the magic of earthly attributes.

It's just an application of mucus-based magic that I'm good at.

"Come on, let's deal with them"

Gracefully thank you and the curtain of the duel opens.

"Haha? You, an outdated first-generation (...) golem, think you're gonna be my newest type of opponent?

Looks like I made a fool out of Hannah, but, well, I'm assuming this is about it. Push your emotions to death and say it back with a cool face.

"You wouldn't know if you didn't try, would you?

"If you could just stand there for 30 seconds, you'd applaud!

As soon as Polerissa Hepaist pointed her hand, Tarantia Typeseven took a forward leaning position and rushed forward with fierce momentum.

Sugagaga, and the movement of the eight legs is not in vain, and is fast. It is obviously more optimized than the fuselage encountered in the world tree.

Put up a metal spear like the one that stretched out the cone attached to your right arm and break it all at once.

"Dodge left, Clay Clay"

"Fugogo......"

But it's late. A powerful thrust of Type Zeven broke Clay's left arm easily.

"Ahaha! Brittle brittle!

"Right Punch"

With Clay just fighting back, he rolls out a right punch. As a golem trainer, I get hot too.

But, Goga! Along with the dull sound, the right punch is prevented by the opponent's shield. On the contrary, my fist breaks and I lose my tip from my wrist.

The mud that was forming the shattered fist splashes and defiles the body of the Type Seven.

"Ah, that's dirty. What are you gonna do with that shiny botty?

"This is disrespectful..."

BOWN! And with the Lance placed on his right hand by Type Five, he hits all over the chase.

Lance, which is also powerful enough as an ax-like, transverse giraffe blow, crushed Clay's left arm to the shoulder with a single blow.

"Lord Sage! No... I can't fight it from the front!

The Chief of the Magic Corps screams as he taps his desk. The other generals look sinister.

"Sure, bad minutes from the front"

"Ten seconds more......! I thought 30 seconds was the limit?

"Clay, Clay! Hit me."

It's no longer a cray clay of appearances such as full-blown creativity, but it makes a head pounding run at the tacky mood.

If you jump into your nostalgia, you can't do a hit by Lance or a shield.

"Are you going to buy me some time!? That's unusual."

"Yes, it's about thirty seconds."

I lift my glasses with my fingertips, and at the same time I give the order (...) through the magic thread (MagiWire).

Then, the pieces of viscous golem, mixed with pseudo-slime and soil, move simultaneously as numekzi to the joint gap.

They crept like clay as they entered the gap in Tarantia TypeSeven's armor.

"- Ha!? No way! Evacuate! Back off!"

Polelissa Hepaist screamed in haste and opened her thin eyes across the square glasses.

But it's already too late.

I inspired form maintenance magic (sonomama) again from tactical information display (tactics).

However, at the maximum output (...) in the superdrive (accelerator) state.

Gigi...... Giri......!

There was a simultaneous dull sound from the joints all over Tarantia TypeSeven's body. Sounds similar to blur echo through the venue, as if the driven part of the walking leg or torso screamed.

That meant that the slime of the infiltrated mud had hardened into bees and turned into a stone-like state.

'Ugh, I'm not moving!' 'No, inaction!

From Tarantia, who was completely sealed of motion, she heard a girl who was also similar to a rush and a scream.

"Thirty seconds have passed."

"Ku......!

Move the remaining clay clay and take the beating stand with the remaining right hand.

But I stopped Golem from moving there.

In the rear, Sir Balikerius and the generals were applauding the nasty.

"But this golem won't do much damage with one arm either. This is a draw."

Around, Polerissa Hepaist shook her neck sideways, flirting.

"You...... no, sage Grecas......! I lost. I admit that. Boulder... you with round glasses are amazing."

"You're the one with the square glasses. The golem is superb."

Nature and grin spill by accident.

"Sage Grecas...... I wonder if you have such a greeting?

Fairy Metius was watching our exchange as if he were frightened.

Continued