More plastic models.

To tell you the truth, Santon, the child's greatest possessor, smiled kindly.

"Yeah. Deacy, Mom wants a model. I'll assemble it."

Previously, Deacy was making a model of the Magic Man, but it turned into a plastic model and became a toy for the children.

Santon, in particular, not only manufactures, but also paints and modifies. If the times were the times, they might have been aiming for promotional modelers.

His shelves are lined with a collection of Magus machines he has built so far. The Duel series, the Ridalla series and, more recently, the Seer series's Four Goddess Machines joined the lineup.

His favorite is my Armored Soldier, Tyrant. It was my love machine when I raided the Metagate Institute, but he looked like a hero to me.

For the record, Deacy, who is making prototype parts with magic generation, has also improved his production skills, and the current product has been colored from the beginning.

"And sturdy."

Santon glanced at the junk parts by the shelf.

"The first thing I could do was pose and run, but the structure wasn't very strong."

Santon played with magic and moved without touching, but other children saw it and came up with an idea.

In other words, it's a battle between plastic models. It's a toy game you've seen somewhere.... well, the result is terrible, and if you treat the plastic model violently, it will break.

Santon, the producer, was very sad and furious when he enjoyed floating the ball and playing it in Pramo instead of the ball, including how it would break.

His reputation for not being angry is to carve trauma into his children. Sometimes when angry, Santon's heartbroken back made him think that he had done something worse than anger.

As a result, the rules of not fighting in Pramo were implicitly accepted as using the ball in both Pramo battles and levitation.

But I secretly intend to use Pramo Battle as part of my training. To improve your magic skills one step further by using it in battle without destroying delicate Pramo. At that time, I'll let them fight with what they made. You can't borrow it from Santon or imitate it on the outside.

Nonsense.

I'll show Santon and his work to Valisa.

"What kind of plane is the Magic of Light? The army is usually sealed, so I can't see inside."

"Have you ever seen a gin?

"No.... hey, Santon, you want to see it?

Yeah, I want to see it.

Adults who use their child's curiosity to guide them. I would like to bring back the information about the magic plane.

"Do you have anything to draw?

Varisa told me to paint the magic machine of light. Wait a few minutes to see what kind of aircraft it is.

"I got it! This is the Sea Eye Trier!

With a charming smile, Valisa shows it.... what the hell.

Unfortunately, it was clear at a glance that she had no sense of painting. Well, robotic painting is hard for amateurs.

"Is this a wing...?

"It's also like wings stretching down..."

A human form with four wings. Does it mimic an angel? But the scale of the wings is quite large. The wind cea aar has four wings, but it's about twice as big.

And a shield or a sword on your arm? It looks like a giant sword about the entire length of the plane is mounted on one arm at a time.

There are about five antenna-shaped projections on the head, but the shape of the face is too poor to understand.

Female silhouettes are a feature of the acer series, and the shape of the toe has their simplicity, but when you look at it, it usually looks like a human type mechanical.

I really want to see the real thing.

That's right.

Santon agreed.

"Valisa, can we go see this?

"The operation test has been postponed indefinitely...."

Varisa turned into a thoughtful face.

"After what happened.... it seems we need to test whether it works regularly or not."

Anyway, it's stored in a seal, Valisa. What she says is an assassination attempt on the Empress. It was the case that I was remembered by Her Majesty and inspired me to this day.

"Can't you sneak in rather than a formal event?

"Sneak in?"

Valisa rounded her eyes.

"Isn't that bad...?

"It's not good to think normally. Just look."

What's wrong with that? If I said so, I thought it would be worse if Valisa just looked at it.

"But you don't know when you're going through the formal process?

What's the formal process in the first place? How long does it take for the upper echelons to decide how to test the magic machine of light?

"If Valisa flickers the Empress's authority, if she can do it right away, that's fine."

"Hmm, I don't know. That's because I've never been able to decide in my life."

She shrugged.

Then you can't. There's a big operation coming up soon, and I'm about to be driven out of there, so I won't be able to make it if I wait.

When I was thinking about a specific infiltration hand, the sound of dota dota dota and the children's running approached. What the...?

"Dad, I'm in trouble!

"What's wrong, Lew?

It was Lew, Ruth and Ron who rushed in.

"The Imperial Castle was blown up!

"What!?

"Hmm!?

I thought I heard you wrong. I was surprised, but Valisa couldn't help but hold her mouth.

What do you mean they blew it up? Don't tell me the forces of darkness...?

"No! Anyway, I'm in the living room and it's still streaming!

So I ran to the living room with the magic TV. Other children are also gathered and are paying attention to the footage being streamed.

─ The Imperial Imperial Palace has been blown up. Rescue work is currently underway, but the Empress's safety has not been confirmed.

Reports of a tower being blown up in the Emperor's room or in a private room. The central island of Floating Apollo, at its summit, the temple of Imperial Castle, is burning red. It was like an extra-large candle when the sun had already fallen and the night book had gone down.

The perpetrator appears to have been killed by an elf-piloted Ridara plane.

Green Magus. The plane for the big white elf is displayed on the screen.

"In response to this, the House of Lords issued a state of emergency and decided to detain and accommodate all white elves present in Apollo, asserting that it was a frequent terrorist attack by white elves."