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

Deep in the world tree scattered with fragments of the Holy Sword Battleship, the mysterious life form suddenly encountered spoke the human language.

They called themselves "self-repair (recovery) primitives (units) and identification number (serial) A34-098701". The figure had white skin on her thin body, as if she were a child.

"… the rate of self-repair (recovery) of the hull's structure is 19.2 percent. Any further recovery is likely to be difficult. '

Voices are like "sounds" without discouragement. And he (is she?) all the words spoken are terms I'm unfamiliar with hearing.

He can't stand on his own, and he can't move while sitting around. I'll put my hands on your back and manage to support you, but it's still so debilitating that it's about to collapse.

My body is cold and my pulse is weak. A passive (passive) magic wave is felt from the accompanying palm, and biological information (vital) is scanned (scanned).

- Temperature 34 degrees, pulse... unknown? Detect unstable and special heart sounds…….

Something like a driving noise is constantly heard from a position of the heart. Is it also an unknown organ that circulates blood into the body of something?

The pulsations repeated in a rhythm different from that of the human heart seemed weak, unstable and disturbed.

"No, probably... it won't last long like this"

"You mean dead?

"It's debilitating no matter what."

"But what can I do!?

"I don't know, I don't move it badly"

It would be some artificial life form on board the Holy Sword Battleship that has been sleeping forever for a thousand years. But I can't use healing magic. I don't have a hitter. My life is in danger if I don't see a manuferno that can carry me out and activate my vitality with doctors, more healing magic than that.

"Hold on, can we talk about something?

'… Currently the recognisable past (log) is after… 1023 Long-Term dormant (sleep) mode spanning the planetary cycle has been forced off. encounter with a super demonic weapon of annihilation, an act of combat, a great deal of destruction… damage to the hull due to impact, it is immense…'

I'm not sure if I'm conscious or not. With a pale, artificial voice, he keeps crushing the contents of the interruption.

"Greg, you know what this kid's talking about?

"I don't know everything...... somehow I can guess in the atmosphere. We awoke the Holy Sword Battleship" Silver (Platinum) in the Ethereal Dome "and defeated Superdragon Drasilia. They're saying things before and after that battle."

"But what's the 'excitement cycle'?

"... a planet should be another name for the star we live on. I think it's a unit that planets usually call a year because of the units that go around the Sun"

"Huh? Wait a minute, Greg, what are you talking about? The sun will rise from the east and set to the west. Around this earth. Why are the stars around the sun? Plus a year in the Winter Solstice and Summer Solstice..."

"Oh, oh... right, right"

"Sage Grecas, hold on?

"Excuse me. I'm kind of impressed...?

Lentomia and Metti peek into my face in wonder. But for some reason, I understood what you meant by "serial."

Unlike what Lentomia calls common sense (...), common sense in a different world than here.

It was a world where the Holy Sword Battleship had common sense (...) similar to the ancient magical civilization in which it was built. I understood that common sense.

'... roughly 100,000 SEC after the release of the sleep state, an act of combat occurs 30 hours later. Overload and impact on the hull, runoff of the Magic Engine...... Serious abnormality occurred in the hull, large damage area. Self-Repair (Recovery) has 54,760 automatic repair re-runs due to the high number of alerts. But forbid self-repair. The repair rate is 19.2 percent......'

"Wow, okay, that's enough"

I repeat the same thing. Apparently, he's just getting some information from some of the fragments of the Holy Sword Battleship and putting it out in his mouth.

This "serial you" may be a kind of artificial life form, or a biotype golem generated with some advanced magic technology.

"Greg, what do we do with this girl?

"You're going to die like this."

"I have no choice... let's take him home and heal him"

I gently lifted you up serial. Your body is much heavier than it looks.

'... not necessary. Move is… refused'

"Hey, what?

"… I, the self-repair (recovery) primitive body (unit), am a generic disposable individual. Immature state after 3 hours of culture at the moment...... Growth is incomplete due to emergency water breach. Both the circulatory and respiratory tracts are immature and eventually... stop functioning. Survival time is estimated to be… approximately 1800 seconds."

"One, disposable, no."

"What's 1800 seconds... 30 minutes!?

Lentomia and the fairy Metius raise their sad voices.

"Oh, my God..."

I stopped hauling. Gently lower it to the floor and let it sit in an easy position.

Can't you do something for him?

"Isn't it painful?

Slightly creases Lentomia's question.

…… No pain, no pain. We are… a unit, and individuals are not equipped with pain or emotion '

"But... but"

"You look like a human."

What the hell are the sorcerers who built the Holy Sword Battleship, and what are they going to do? I also have a bad taste. If you're going to be a golem for repairs, you can just "turn them" on now.

The millennial empire (Southern Pedia), or its hostile forces, at its peak, even produced destructive killing weapons like the Superdragon Drasilia, killing people flat and destroying the world.

Absolute delusion in magic, pride to arrogance. The result it invited was the ruin of the world.

"... if you are an adult, you can self-generate the exoskeleton (...) and in space... you can also perform activities"

"Is that to make repairs?

'Yes, I… the purpose of our unit is to physically perform tasks that cannot be compensated for by the self-repair of the hull. Under dangerous circumstances, … contaminated places, high heat… vacuum to very low temperatures. Repair in every situation………'

Words are gradually interrupted.

"Hang in there! If you can answer me, can you tell me?

'............... what is it?

"Is the compartment you call 19.2 percent repaired still alive?

'... Yes. The command from there... self-repair unit... which means our emergency generation has begun...'

Even if I look around, this kid is the only one.

Unfortunately, even the hull's self-repair units have deteriorated over the years, or perhaps broken in impact during earlier battles.

"Directive… means"

"... Battle Command Station (C I C), part of the Storage Media (Storage) compartment of the Central Magic Conduction Operator's Office (Enclosure) protected by an ultra-hardness outer shell directly below, and... auxiliary gun (Zab arm), one ultra-heat-line convergence gun. Small sub-thruster for attitude control at the bottom of the hull… one aircraft movable… will do '

"Hey, what!?

Battle Command, that is, that room where you conducted control of the Holy Sword Battleship. The place to aspire still exists. And there are a few others that are alive!

"... the main power reactor -" the propulsion engine for the conversion of antiseptic elements against extinction "- is completely collapsed. Four normal types that existed… auxiliary propulsion engines were also completely destroyed. All life support compartments...... Immigration (...) Information storage compartments...... Completely lost. All the other exterior compartments collapsed, 128 special demon conductor outfits are... damaged... '

"Serial you!?

When I finished talking that far, serial you closed your eyes quietly. I stopped working.

When it stopped moving so that it could run out, it dissolved in white liquid form and disappeared while I looked at it.

"Oh... my God"

"I said there is no pain, is that at least the salvation"

"I just have to think so..."

The sinking air flows.

"But Greg"

Lentomia eventually stood up as if she had changed her mind.

"Oh, I do have a place to go,"

"Well, it looks like we have a safe relic."

Continued