The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

Diggrattle Great Empire, one of the secret bases held by the Magic Army Special Development Corps, the Gualan Institute.

Among the Special Development Corps, there was the figure of General Amatus, who led the Legion of Warcraft, in that facility managed by a department specialized in heterogeneous research.

The bright white robe, the same purple witch in the hood, arrived at the chief research lab in the back as she walked through the lab lined up in the test tank.

A kind of unique air can get in. The facilities of this facility surpass those of modern times and give a sense of something from Amatus and the inhabitants of this world that belongs to a different world.

To say, it was not swords and magic, but the smell of metal and the future.

Before such an amatus, by the gatekeeper, a formidable alien soldier about two metres tall stands in the way.

"Out of the way. I need to speak to Dr. Matow."

That voice, like a general and intimidating. The alien soldiers walked away from the door without any particular haste.

When the gate that opens automatically - the door of ancient mechanical civilization - opened slowly, Amatus stepped indoors. The door was tight and she glanced indoors.

A bland, unified indoor. The room feels slightly dazzled by a white demon stone lamp with no cloudiness at all. The center of the room is divided by a vitreous wall, one with research equipment and tools. The other was an office space with desks and paperwork.

The person I was looking for seemed immersed in the thought as if sitting in a rotating chair in front of the desk and meditating.

Horse East Scien. In the mid-fifties, the hair was white and the skin was also suitable for the year. The fact that he is immersed in the sea of thought while messing with his jawbeard, which has been fixed to a moderate length, reminds me of a great great wizard or wise man.

Amatus exhales relieved at the appearance. Whenever I look at it, I look at it. The Great Empire, no. Looking for this world, there won't be as many wise men as he is, she thinks.

- Oh, Master Mato...

"... Welcome home, Mr. Amatus"

The gaze remained pointed at the universe, Ma Dong Scien said. What a sweet voice. That's all Amatus feels like she's been currented in her spine.

"I'm back now, Master Mato"

Getting close to him, Amatus knelt, in a position that would also be the general. As a matter of fact, Amatus is better off if you're in the military.

"Uh, you must have definitely been following a floating island from the time of ancient mechanical civilization.... Did you get anything?

"We have a heap of things to report on that!

If she had a tail, it would have been so edible that she would have swung it around with a boom.

"Let's hear it."

Ma Dong turned the chair and turned back from the front to Amatus. Its eyes, unlike the serenity of its voice, were as cold as observing the grass and worms on the side of the road.

- This makes you a little angry...?

Amatus trivially notices. I said I would ask, but it was my eye when there was something else to be concerned about and I was dividing my thoughts there as well.

Nevertheless, we cannot fail to report to the worshipping Ma Dong, and Amatus herself told the subtleties of what she saw and heard.

Events on the Ariese floating island and engagements with a group dealing with the weapons of ancient mechanical civilization. Using a portable floating stone, he escaped from the floating island with the third alien warcraft 'Scar', and then what happened to the Scar.

"It's terrible, Master Mato. If I put the G growth agent you gave me into the scar, it would get bigger and bigger. It was out of my hands!

Ma Dong, a much sweeter report, as if her daughter were to inform her parents, but who was hitting moderate correlation, opened his mouth there.

"Amatus, you put all the G-Growth Agents in at once, didn't you? And inject it directly into the core."

"Yes, Master Matow.... shouldn't have?

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"Yeah, speaking of which... like they said to split and use..."

Amatus teasing her own purple hair. But Ma Dong was not angry.

"Approximately 200 meters long and a little"

"!? Wow, you know very well!

That's right, Sage - Amatus is impressed, Ma Dong replied clerically.

"I saw the real thing. You don't know, but the hypertrophic scar appeared on the Koru Plains in the country."

"In my own country!? I don't know how..."

Amatus was stunned.

"Are you telling me you transferred from there to your home country!?

"Didn't you check what happened to me?

"Yes, because I prioritized going back to Master Matou.... I didn't listen to that giant scar, and I didn't even try to move it, so I left it."

"It showed up in the country."

"Are you sure?

"Other than that, I can't explain. That was definitely a scar. Without your story, it would have been an eternal mystery of where you emerged from."

But - Ma Dong frowns.

"Another question has arisen, has it? How did you travel from the Kingdom of Verilardo to the mainland of the Empire"

When the Doctor stood up, he walked out of the room. It is his cliché that walking is better than sitting, that thoughts come together.

"Well, it's probably a metastasis. Other than that, I can't explain. It's just not a scar, but by another being, I guess."

Ma Dong saw Amatus.

"Was it a portal, Jin Amiwool's metastasis? His disciple was in his kingdom."

I see, and the purple witch nodded. Dr. Ma Dong's profound derivation of thought. Besides, Amatus is impressed.

"Then you should also see the person involved as a group that deals with the weapons of ancient mechanical civilization that they appeared on floating islands. Jin Amiwool, like me, is a otherworldly man. It will not be impossible for his disciples to manipulate them on the basis of otherworldly knowledge"

"Exactly, Master Mato!

Amatus rejoicing in his reasoning.

"Well, let's reward the troops for this."

"You don't have to."

Not so bad, Ma Dong told him.... Yes? No need - Amatus makes his eyes black and white.

"Why?

"Why? That's what I want to hear. Why do I need to report this?

That is what they say, and it is Amatus who becomes obsessed with words.

"Okay, Amatus, sir. There are many things in the world that are unnecessarily confusing to explain to ordinary people. While this matter shocks enough to catch the Great Empire, there's not a lot to gain. Especially for you, Amatus."

"And when you say...?

"A supermassive slime disturbance in my own country - so that lets you know that that has something to do with the alien research department, and then... it doesn't just make your position worse, it sucks, your neck will fly, physically"

Sassy blue amatus. My divergence I didn't realize until I was pointed out.

For the extermination of giant scars, the national army drains supplies and ammunition. We are also sending out war casualties, albeit a few. Had it not been for the Special Development Corps and Ma Dong to put out, things would have become even more serious and would still have suffered from the crackdown.

"... well, let us reward His Majesty the Emperor only. It's okay, I'll cover you."

"Dear Matou..."

Amatus joins her hands in tears, even in the face of God. Horse East putting her hands gently on her shoulders like that.

"It's a different story, Mr. Amatus. Can you show me the control core of the floating island that I was saying earlier?

"Yes, Master Mato!

Amatus opens a small bag that was beneath her cape and lowered to her waist.

From the magic fixture where the storage magic was applied, the blue glowing jewel - more than twice the dungeon core - took it out. Obviously bigger than the bag, but it's magic equipment there.

"Go ahead, I won't give it to you"