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

It was the beautiful secretary of the Duke of Automatéria Norard who blocked the hallway of the castle so as to block the way.

White skin, red blonde with tied strawberry blonde. A prominent, crisp beauty, but characterized by a faceless expression that lacks the emotion of joy and sorrow?

Her identity is an artificial life form (Homunculus) created by the Duke of Norard.

"Sage Grecas, this lady...... aren't you looking for the Duke?

"... I guess. They left me, so I guess my orders are interrupted and confused."

"Well, pity..."

"Damn, don't throw it away at ease. It's not a cat, it's a problem."

This is a really troubling situation.

Anyway, the woman in front of me was created by the Wizard of the Australian Patriarchate, who exercises more magic than I do.

I can't be alarmed because I might be a spy who planted some kind of magic in anticipation of this happening.

He is cautious and cunning. It is a troublesome type that uses its hands to carry out operations simultaneously and in parallel.

"But you look tired."

The fairy Metius looks worried and peeks at the secretary. In her suit, she pursues a rare fairy with her gaze, but never disrupts her emotions.

I guess it's a pseudo life that magically creates after a pretty complicated process, but it seems a lot different than the plum I've smelted.

"It's a doll with no soul," the Duke of Norard said. Moreover, he even called it a golem in the form of a human without emotions, and treated it as if it were an object.

"... did you not know your husband (master)?

The beautiful secretary has asked again. I guess I was "acquainted" certified for meeting at a meeting before noon. It's an honor.

Staring back into the back of your eyes, there's just empty darkness.

Heartless and soulless, doll?

But is it really?

"Your Lord is not here. I'm home."

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Only slightly, it looked baffled (...) but... no. One way or another, it's a reaction when you can't find the right "answer" out of the choices that were burned in your brain beforehand.

i.e. "none" reaction.

"Can you go back to the country alone?

…………

Shake your head to the side.

"I'm on a regular flight or a Caravan Squad carriage and I'm asking if I can go home..."

……

"No shit."

"You're in trouble. What shall we do?

An excellent secretary, the Duke of Norard said, doesn't seem to be able to react much to that kind of "out-of-purpose" conversation.

As a secretary, it's enough to write down what you hear in letters, but in everyday life, you wouldn't go either.

For example, if housework or cleaning is not input into the brain as a magical circuit, you don't even know how to wash a dish or hold a whiskey.

Of course, I don't think teaching gets me the knowledge that sand sucks water and grows wisely over and over again learning and repetition, but they're not taking that kind of hassle.

Speaking of which, when I also smelt the pram, I buzzed around the autonomous drive formula (acrypt) for over a night and embedded my knowledge of a truly basic life into my brain through the memory formula.

If you try the same thing with only manpower (...), you have to repeat the work that is equal to making your toddler read and listen to the book. Perhaps it would take more than a month for ten wizards to embed their knowledge to the same extent as Plum, who was about ten years old intelligent at the time.

In that regard, I taught the book I chose from the Millennium Library (the Southern Library) using an autonomous driving technique (script) and using automated chanting (autoloading), so I didn't have much difficulty...

Maybe there's a "difference" around here too. No...... Because of the amount of knowledge, "souls" and things will not be born.

- If so, what difference does it make?

And well, it's later that I'm late for my thoughts.

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The beautiful secretary is waiting to see my face and say something.

"Ah, already!

In that noise, I guess they left me on an open balcony and wandered around the castle.

The outfit is solidified with a top-notch brand suit, but due to the rarity of its presence, I guess the guards didn't pay particular attention either.

In the first place, this secretary didn't do anything wrong just because he was involved...

Fairy Metius sits on my shoulder. I'm narrowing my blue eyes and starting to worry seriously.

- I can't leave you alone, can I?

Sweet, I know it's a bad habit, but I can't even leave it alone.

I feel sorry for you, but that's not all. In the unlikely event that this secretary was a "bomb" of souvenirs placed, the damage would be immense.

I can't say enough that I can't break into muscular compounds, like a combat artificial life form (homunksl) that raided the Sage's Hall.

It looks like we need to at least find out if there are any suspicious procedures embedded.

"... sage Grecas. Thinking about a physical exam?

Metti stares at me...

"Nah!? I'm not thinking about it!

"Really, well?

"I'm sure it's about the Duke of Norard. It says," You saw it "on this girl's back."

"Ugh.... you were still going to take it off, weren't you?

"No! Even if it's a story."

The magic "technique" test should be done with a magic thread (Magiwire) from the outside.

I told the guard and my boss, who were nearby, that an exotic squire was lost on his way home, and I asked him to rent a room and give me a break.

When I told him that I wanted him to be very careful because he was the secretary of the Duke of Norard, he said that there was also a convenient quarters for surveillance, detached from the Royal Castle.

It is said to be a quarters for dignitaries from various foreign countries. It's open there, so he showed me right over there for now.

There are also many rooms in the castle for simple accommodation for employees. The information "Duke of Norad's squire" should be passed on above, as it is managed by the Security Department of the Ministry of the Interior, which has jurisdiction over the guards.

It depends on what the upper management thinks, but this would be the best combination of what quarantine means.

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The report of today's events didn't take long.

Interaction with the Duke of Norard and three of his men, all in the castle, was taking place, because the officials in charge of the Ministry of the Interior watched and recorded it sequentially.

Most of the reports were over, but I chased the Duke of Nollard to the sky on the boulder... only part of it became my report.

I just explained, we're all just surprised and pocan. "Ah... thank you," the host official said.

With that said, it seems that the sword, which the Duke of Norard magically turned into a "snake," was strangely found in an arsenal inside the guard's jar.

- Did you become a snake and go back to where you came from?

Or... it was placed from the beginning, or something?

The mystery deepens, but I feel like I might have some tips.

Well, of course I told him once at the debriefing, but the problem is the beautiful secretary left behind.

There's a possibility of espionage, but there's no way we can do anything more now. There's no chance of suicide bombing, but there doesn't seem to be that much danger to the boulders.

Before I showed her to the room, I tested (scanned) her whole body with a magic thread (Magiwire), which was much like a human being physically.

I don't even see any suspicious magic.

However, the materials that make up the human body appear to be slightly different, but the details were not known.

As such, it was only after about an hour that I left the conference room after the debriefing. The east sky is already blue and black, and the west sky still has a bright orange light.

As long as I'm in this castle, it's so much a meeting that I can't finish all night, and I can't run out of work.

There was a report from Lentomia that he was "escaped". I'm anxious to think my head is around, but it looks like the guards, the Magic Society, and the Secret Service of the Ministry of the Interior (...) are going to do everything in their power to go after him.

And, well, I'm sorry to be here on a boulder today.

I decided to go back to the museum.

But without creeping straight through the entrance to the front of the castle, turn right.

Walking around a wide road built around the outer moat of the castle, there is a stable.

In its vicinity, public canteens and simplified accommodation facilities were combined. Even when it came to co-location, part of the foundations of the castle became a little hot springs alley-like place that felt converted as it was.

Gayagaya and quite a few people are there, drinking and talking and relaxing. I'm interested in card games.

They're all dignitaries who came from an exotic country to run errands in the castle. Will there be many Kanluans or Israelis?

Of course, there are many decent big lodgings in the city, and I'm guessing a lot of people stay there. However, being at the foot of the castle has the convenience of being able to respond to the call immediately.

From what I can see, there are also a line of public shops that sell various items, although small, and they also seem to repair weapons and armor. The souvenir store also sells key holders imitating the castle of Metanostadt, as well as postcards.

They take care to ensure that the envoys from exotic countries have the space to rest and that they get what they need for their lives.

"I've never been here before, but that's pretty funny"

"People from exotic countries just thought they were going to stay in the carriage."

"Perhaps it is the depth of the nostalgia of a great power to be so attentive."

"Is that what it is?

Unworldly fairy, bitterly laughing at Methius-like reactions.

In the meantime, I aim for a room where the beautiful secretary of the Duke of Noordo stays.

Me and Metti were sent to the room to guard the guards in the room.

It's a small room of about four Merte squares, simple as a sleeping table (bed) and a desk, and a crystal lamp.

"Hey, that sounds like a small, but calming room."

She was sitting on the bunk (bed) in a suit.

There's nothing weird about it. I'm here to see how it goes. To be honest, there are no dangerous signs (...).

"... what about your husband (master)?

First sound when you get up. Is that, healthy or an embedded reaction?

"Um, unfortunately not here"

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"Speaking of which, what's your name?

Fairy Metius flies with patties and stands on a desk nearby. I certainly didn't hear your name. Sure... the Duke of Norard also called it "this" like an object.

".................. No. 18"

Potts, and reply.

"It's called by number."

"That's a terrible treatment."

"Uhm......"

I held my head back.

The fake monster of Faria, who attacked the hall, was also certainly called 'Battle Warcraft 28'. Would it be "Beauty Secretary No. 18" yet?

I no longer want to think that this beautiful secretary will be a monster in the muscle storm, but I can't throw away the possibility that it is a bomb (...) either.

If this beautiful secretary is not a "moving magic weapon," is it really a disposable doll? Or a moving trap planted with something......

If you look at it, you have no idea.

On second thought, many of the members who had been in the carriage of the Duke of Norard would have been left behind by Metanostadt.

I guess the ideological state system, and the threesome that has challenged me to argue with Ichamon, were also the first members of the carriage I saw in the city.

Of course this beautiful secretary, maybe the white wizard Cubereria was also brought along?

- Really, for that guy, I don't care except myself and my son?

Wouldn't talent be a national treasure, at least?

Thoughtful creeds and actions are unforgivable, but if you look at them from the other side, aren't you one of those who have worked together and come aboard aware of the dangers?

How can something so thin be done flat...... I had no idea.

"Sage Grecas, think of some good names for now. Whatever it is, number 18 is terrible."

"So is that."

It makes me wonder if there are any good features. What I see is still my hair. It is now lowered but about shoulder length, a rare shade of pink golden colour that should also be described as strawberry blonde.

"Okay, it's Robbery."

"Well?"

"Pull out the st, Mr. Robery"

Yeah, it's easy to call. Nice sense of me.

"Oh nice name. How about that?"

"............ Robbery No. 18?

"No, number 18 is in cut"

".................. Roberry"

"Yes, yes."

In the meantime, get some rest for today. Let's figure out how to shake ourselves tomorrow. The guard said the meal would be taken to work.

We're going home now.

And when I went out the door, I heard a voice coming from behind me.

"... thank you, sir"

"Huh? Ah."

Stop and look back at Robbery. I had a hard time.

Because of my mind, I was slightly smiling at my mouth... it looked like it was a flash of illusion, I guess.

Her expression remained a faceless doll-like face, similar to that of the first time.

- Are you out of your mind...?

"Good night! Mr. Robbery."

"... Yes"

Metty smiles and waves. I closed the door and left the lodging room behind.

Thus...

I finished working at the castle for a long time and finally got home.

Continued