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

Something moved across the darkness.

The distance from us is roughly five mertes.

An object encountered in a gap in the fibers of a complex intertwined plant in the trunk of a world tree. That looked slimy at first glance. Moreover, it resembled a shapely Shizukuishi-like 'museum slime' rather than a drooling, amorphous wild species (...).

If you point the Phosphorescent Magic (Will O Whisp) at it and light it from the top to the side, you can see it slowly changing shape while pulsating.

"Sage Grecas, the target object is not classifiable."

Fairy Metius lurks his voice in confusion.

The identity is unknown, but it was clear that it was some kind of living organism, with an entity and mass that reacted to the enemy junction (circle).

The size is shaped like a waterball about a merte. The color is overall white.

"What is it?

"Similar to slime but... slightly different"

Similar to the type of slime encountered in the basement of Rudens Castle. Is it a subspecies of the lineage that live underground or something?

Lentomia and I are cool. In addition to being with a willing partner who has fought many battles together, for the two of us who are wizards, the other would be ghosts but unknown demons, but there are just some differences in how we deal with them.

They overlap each other's boundaries in a narrow space so that there is no rush when they strike suddenly, increasing them to a versus magical strength capable of multiple defenses.

"The first thing you need to do is find out who you are."

"Follow me, Greg."

"Me?

"Are you gonna let me do this?

"... right. I'll do it. Then 'Full' in direct operating mode"

I'm afraid to touch the boulder directly. Operate the magic yarn (Magiwire) and send the command to the wine barrel golem 'Full' in the avant-garde position. Let it go forward and decide to follow it with your front leg. And that was then.

"-m, mi, immature embryo... ejection"

"My voice...!

It's from that white slime.

"Something so evil and bad!?

"Come on, give me a break."

Lentomia seems to enjoy it for some reason, but the foreword is withdrawn. I get a little anxious about the boulder and I'll make sure I can get away with it at any time.

At the next moment, when the top of the white water balls thrive molly, the cum......! and the top ripped as the liquid was scattered.

"Yikes!?

"Something's out. Ah!?

"Wow!? Hey......!

That's the unexpected thing we're going to do, running back a few steps.

Slime like water balls shrivel and null creatures emerge from inside. As the liquid was scattered around the perimeter, the head, arms, or obviously the upper body of a human (...) emerged.

"People from inside......!?

"Was that like a cocoon or an outer skin!

What flashed back in my head was the moment Plum was born out of a barrel in a laboratory (lab) - a magical artificial incubator.

Bitter, fall to the ground, hands on, support your torso. It was a white man who showed up. Do you look like a child, about a turn bigger than Larna?

"Sage Grecas, you look like a child!

"Yes, let's go"

"Careful, it could suddenly pop into Greg's mouth"

"Don't be afraid."

In the meantime, come closer and see how it goes, sheltering Lentomia and the fairy Metius behind his back.

I'm shaking my little shoulder and breathing haha. He stares hollow with a flashing look and dresses like he's wearing a peppered ass cake.

The gender is unknown, but the face is human itself. The hair wet with mucus is grey with a length to hide to the ear. "Keho." Then the blue eyes caught us. And blink your eyes twice and three times.

"So, are you okay?

"What about you? Words, you know?

"... I... I... Identification Number (Serial), A34-098701..."

"I usually talked...?

"Uh... serial, huh?

Lentomia and the fairy Metius were surprised, but there was no discouragement or emotion, which seemed to be some sort of reflexive answer.

I can't even leave you naked, so I'll take off the cloak of the sage once, then I'll take off my shirt, and I'll put my shirt over the shoulder of a white kid.

I got naked in my upper body, and I weaved a cloak of sage on top of it. Manuferno is going to tell me something about being dressed like this with Lentomia, but I'm not even in a situation where I'm saying that right now.

"Didn't this kid come out of part of the Holy Sword Battleship?

"No way."

"Look around you"

"Sure..."

Lentomia looks around. There are countless objects like some kind of magic device I'm unfamiliar with, pipes, translucent cables, or crystal fragments scattered around me. They are buried at their feet and in their trunks.

And around the area where the white slime-shaped object was stuck, half buried like a clear capsule about fifty centimeters merte, with an open lid.

It also looks like a glass bottle, but has no joints or hinges. Strangely, holes are drilled round like some of the capsules have been cut to perfection. Apparently this child... life in slime came out of it.

"There's more, but it's all broken."

"You don't seem to have any company..."

Peek into the clearance of the trunk from the side of the capsule. Apparently there are countless similar capsules. But they're all blackened, or cracked and broken.

"Maybe he had other people like him."

"Broken by shock or within a thousand years... I guess so"

Either way, it is likely that what we are here is a living "relic".

"Who are you?

I asked slowly.

"I… am…" Holy Sword Battleship (...) "AZ-13 - Silver (Platinum) in Ethereal Dome (Fatimart) - Self-Restoration (Recovery) Plasma (Unit). The identification number (Serial) is A34-098701…"

It's blurry like I just woke up from a dream. But follow the memory and respond in a firm tone to squeeze it out.

"Serial you? Except you don't know."

Fairy Metius snaps his neck.

"No, Meti. This child is part of the Holy Sword Battleship."

"Some?"

"Something to self-repair (recover) from a word atmosphere… maybe a pseudo-life, a golem-like, or a biological part"

"Biology...... parts?

Lentomia opens her eyes.

"... there was a serious abnormality in the hull, and the area of damage was very large. The self-repair (recovery) mode is currently running…. Number of alerts 13289001. Host… Alert, unable to communicate. Repair Rerun, Repair Rate after 54760th...... 19.2 percent. No further recovery is expected… '

Continued