Fairy Tale Chronicles

"Good Morning"

"Whoa, Elle. Good morning. It's early."

The day after I solved the Carbuncle anomaly. Aeris appeared early in the morning under Hongdae, who had spent the night once back in Urs' workshop for the future.

"Something troubling you?

"Yes. So, I was hoping you could talk to me."

"Roger that. What exactly?

"I recently created a medal as a countermeasure based on a report I received from Hiroshi..."

That's what Aerys said. Take the medal that Aerys offered and observe it all the time, Macro. Grasp some problems the moment you take them and gain certainty from what you observe.

"I see. I can't brush it off in time, it's all over the place."

"Yes, the number you will need…"

"I don't know. The furnace of the temple and how can you cast such a few in one go..."

"I want you to talk to me about it, too."

That's just the best craftsman in the world, and the macro understands the problem fast. Let them spot all the problems that only King Faure understood at the royal meeting, just by taking them in their hands.

"If we do 20%, we can handle it with small measures, but that's not why we're so preoccupied with the whole war with Waldis."

"After all, is there any way we can create equipment?

"Don't be. Well, fortunately, there are bricks and other ingredients, and if you can afford the temple blacksmith, the equipment update itself is not enough for half a day. Then, we have tools to make sand moulds, tools to make them more efficient, and equipment to sand and polish them automatically once the material is thrown in."

"You don't have to do that..."

"Ainya. This kind of thing is thoroughly finally happening. It looks like Waldis is going into action. We need to move forward quickly to deal with this situation. The damage has increased in vain."

I assure you strangely Rin, Aeris, convinced by its fruitful and correct words, honestly nods and decides to sweeten it to its generosity. In fact, the production capacity of the Temple of Alfemina, which has to be built in many other ways, cannot be overraised in the current world situation.

"Here, I'll go that way after dinner. Does Elle have breakfast?

"I've done it in the temple. Thank you for noticing."

"Right. Look, I'm sorry, but wait. Why don't you go back to the temple first and do your usual training and work. Very well."

"Yes. Now sweeten to your words, if you'll excuse me"

Aeris returns to the temple with a transfer, honestly sweet to the words of the Macho and sparkling a rushing atmosphere somewhere. Apparently, he's so busy that he can't be present at his breakfast table.

"What a mess..."

So whining, a macro gazing toward the kitchen without any concern. Just at that time, spring vegetables and Mio bring breakfast.

"Is that it? Elle, are you home already?

"Oh, my God, you seem so busy. I left in a hurry."

"... something is going to happen."

"Spring Vegetables is also your opinion..."

Aeris, who usually hangs out until the end of Honda's breakfast, rushes back to work. Even then, I can see that the Temple of Alfemina is in considerable trouble.

Essentially, when religious relations are busy outside of coronation, there is mostly nothing wrong with it. Not to mention that Aeris, who had to be laid back externally, walked away without hiding how it looked in front of Hiroshi no matter how close they were, is quite disturbing as someone who was shown it.

Considered in conjunction with the consultation that I have brought with me, the Temple of Alfemina is, in any case, an atmosphere that is being pushed to do all sorts of nasty work.

"Look, if it takes half a day or so, I don't think I should take the time to finish the rush."

"What can we do to help?

"There's a lot of details, but it feels like I'd like you to do a lot more than that."

Copy that.

Spring vegetables just finishing breakfast meals, nodding at the words of the Hong. It was not only spring vegetables and Mio, but also Tatsuya and Shinqin, who were entering the dining room by mistake with Aeris. Tatsuya and Makoto didn't see Aeris because of the timing issues, but they heard him, so I know you're here.

For the record, today's breakfast is a menu that feels like French toast and salad, consomme soup, smoked meats like bacon and sausage, and a slightly hands-on western morning set called fresh juice on milk. The reason bacon is not bacon eggs is simple, because they use eggs with French toast.

Except for Honda, which has plenty of luxury ingredients. There's no way there's going to be any tiny mornings out there that are offered for less than one coin at one of those restaurants. Naturally, the eggs belong to jizz, both the sausage and the bacon are processed with Behemoth meat, and all the ingredients used in the salad and consomme soup are God's ingredients.

Except for french toast, the menu is not laborious at all in terms of cooking, because all you have to do is put the basics in the vessel as is, or at best light fire through them or cut the ingredients and dress them, but breakfast is originally like that. Considering that at this point we are not doing more work than just making it, and that we are doing more work on our own somewhere, even if we subtract the material, there is nothing at all different from the breakfast that is usually served in hotels of that grade or above.

Although not served in combination with French toast, there is no doubt that, assuming a classic plain omelet was served in a western-style breakfast, perhaps the moves would have been questioned and that there would have been something offered that would not take a pull at all compared to the hand of a leading hotel chef.

No longer do you have to be the finest of even hassle-free dishes, Azma Workshop. At the very least, it would be a totally unsuitable environment for the training of clerics.

"So, what are we supposed to do today?

Finishing the greeting you will receive, and somewhat where the meal has progressed, Spring Vegetables begins to confirm about today's work.

"What you have to do is simple. I want you to deconstruct all the wreather dragon's, made of a pile of unbroken dragons, and prepare scales and skins. I want Mio to start making Dragon Skyle Mail after a certain amount of splash."

"Master, in short..."

"Seya. Armor for military use against Waldis, let's get ahead of ourselves and get it ready."

Dismantling the dragon. What could have been expected at the time of its instruction. But that overly extreme and evil plan is one that has to worry about the balance of power after it's over.

Even the Wyburn Leather Armor was more defensive than the existing full plate, although it had the strengths and properties of leather armor. When it is a dragon skailmeil with a performance that slightly exceeds that, and the leather armor and properties remain very unchanged because it is not a metal material, no matter how much material is a Lesser Dragon, it will have an impact that will not be fashionable.

At least, no attack with a weapon made by an ordinary blacksmith or the attack magic of an ordinary magician will work for the troops who wore it.

"... just me alone, I can't make that many"

"Maybe if I just did the basement stitching, Mr. Spring Vegetables, but it's time to do it. Besides, it shouldn't take long for me to gather materials and work in the temple, and then mix them with work when I finish the first process to build God's castle. In the first place, I'm going to make a few this time, so I can focus on finishing and stuff."

"Then surely..."

Mio agrees with the opinion of the Hong. It is true that spring vegetables these days are enough to sew up the leather of Wyburn and Lesser Dragons into the easiest armor, as Kofi continued to make his own underwear and everyday clothes. Unfortunately, the quality and performance of the finished product can only be assumed because of the minimal amount of skill required, but it still finishes up as something that can be used in the basement of Skyle Mail after it functions properly as armor.

The task of sewing scales on top of it is very laborious, but unfortunately you still can't get your hands on spring vegetables. Scales are basically materials that are harder to handle than leather.

But still, even if spring vegetables just make the basement, the amount of work is much less. Thousands and two thousand would be able to do it right away if the macro were to join the work, even if it was on the way there. In the case of Dragon Skyle Mail, the formation of the basement has little effect on the defense, as long as the scales of the dragon are properly stitched, if polarized. Even in its basement, it is a substitute for bending dragon leather. In Spring Vegetable arms, the quality of the material only makes you guesswork level, and as an armor, you usually have a higher defense than a full plate.

It would be more reasonable as a drop point than the goal is to get the equipment to the end of the line as far as possible.

I just asked how much of the lowest quality it is, and it performs a few times better than any other protective gear in general circulation, but I just have to get my eyes closed about it.

"But, Hiroshi. If the goal is to raise the bottom to deal with the Waldis Army, don't you have to make it Skyle Mail anything?

"For this time, the dragon's scales' various resistance corrections, especially mental resistance enhancement, are more important than defense."

"Oh, I see"

In that explanation, Spring Vegetables understands why Hongkong is focused on Dragon Skyle Mail, which requires effort and skill to make. As well as Spring Vegetables and Tatsuya, who have actually seen the monsters surrounding the village about Angelica, Shinji and Mio are well aware that many attacks by the Evil God faction require spiritual resistance.

There is no point in any famous general challenging how effective a measure is when a general soldier is taken in or runs away out of his sanity. Aeris is trying to create a medal in the Temple of Alfemina as a measure for this, but the fundamental point is the same as it is.

"So, we're going to dismantle, too, which means we don't have to worry about other dragon materials, do we?

"Mio will be around for a while, so we'll be able to secure about the amount we might use. Besides, Mr. Spring Vegetables has been treated, so I'm not going to touch the Greater Dragon this time."

"Ah, I see. So we're going to keep spreading the dragon for a week or so..."

"If I tell you from the portions, I will. Later, look in between, obviously you won't be able to use it."

Tatsuya and Makoto are told a plain and cumbersome job and have a fed up look before they start. The demolition work itself is also a heavy labor inside, but there are no problems there because it is still a body moving job.

However, scaling is a spicy task just to imagine, and lacks fun. I can't complain because I fully understand the importance, but when I do, I agree that I feel more tired than I actually do.

"Whatever it is, it's more likely to get stuck in the feathers than I thought, so I'm behind a lot of things."

"I don't know, Macro. What were you supposed to do today?

"Dragon Skyle, I'm actually a little lost on whether to do it first and push it to Ray or go check on Master Zanafel. Well, Elle, I think I might have finished Zanafel's first."

"I see."

"Well, that's why the new gear's going around a lot, but don't bother there"

We're behind on our gear. To the proclamation of Hiroshi, Spring Vegetables do not differ from one another. We don't have to update our gear at the moment, but if Dragon Skyle doesn't make it early and push it, the damage can spread flashly.

"You know, it's easy to get a fire on your ass, and it's crunchy."

At the end of the breakfast and its cleanup, Hiroshi makes the decree so. In response to that decree, the spring vegetables begin to move in a hurry.

As things stand, it was the Azma Workshop, which builds up measures accurately with a truly remarkable time schedule, without knowing who Waldis' aggression was going to be.

"In the meantime, do this for the furnace"

An hour after breakfast. Hiroshi, who changed the melting furnace at an unlikely speed, says so softly as he stretches.

"... have you done it yet?

"Well, there's no commissioning and prototyping."

Answer the technician's query with fear. That said, the commissioning is not going to be on the hands of the prototype anyway. This metal blend is hidden by the Temple of Alfemina at one bend. No matter how much you roughly predict, it's not a good idea for a macro to purify it on its own.

What is even more problematic is that the ambition is more obvious than the temple technician, and the skill is overwhelmingly superior. There are too many problems in many ways if you make something of overwhelmingly high quality in an area that is not reproducible at the end of a sentence you make on your own. Given the current characteristics of the macro, it is also troublesome that if you do poorly, it may come with strange additions.

Unfortunately, instead of the possibility being completely undeniable, there is no mistake in thinking it would rather happen, which is now Donghong.

"All the time, please prepare the prototype. In the meantime, it's a light test run, and I'll make regular pure iron ingots."

"Okay."

A technician who is prompted by a macro and begins to make sand moulds for prototyping. Usually mass-produced products use something like a pressing machine to make sand moulds, but this time only a few are made. Therefore, we make the most basic sand mould by hand.

I later turned the preparation of the material because, no matter how much I found out, it was a secret technique for once.

"... there's no problem with the function as a furnace."

When you have finished consolidating the sand mould and taken out the wood mould that is inside, the Macro declares the end of the commissioning. Turning surprised by its speed, there is a pile of iron ingots there.

The Alfemina Temple blacksmith has a considerable amount of work space compared to the size of the furnace. It is a space that will never be utilized except under some divine preparations, but this time it is a very helpful form of work space.

Most importantly, the circumstances that do not matter do not in any way console the mind of this engineer.

"... so many, in this short time...?

"The new furnace Yan for it"

A technician who unintentionally snuggles a cold sweat in a pile of ingots that is likely to have more than a dozen tons of light quotes. It's pure iron, so perhaps at least ninety-eight percent, no, because it's the macro that made it, so lightly estimated that the decimal three digits would be iron with the purity with which the nine line up.

Each and every one is probably around thirty kilometers, big enough to be carried by hand by one person if that's what you want, but that's why the numbers are tremendous. Large quantities of pure iron themselves are appreciated because purity needs to be increased once for convenience of ingredient adjustment. I appreciate it, but with the mountains in front of me, I just have to be overwhelmed.

Seeing that pile of iron, it was a failure to make only a few templates, and a technician who had no choice but to regret the sweetness of his own estimate. But now it's too much work twice to use a compressor to make a mould for mass production. And in the first place, what we're going to do is prototype. It would be catastrophic if we mass-produced the prototype and had no use for it.

"See, he said he prototyped it for now. If you can use it, if you can use this ingot, yeah."

"Okay."

"In the meantime, we'll also build equipment for mass production and sand removal equipment. Wow."

Exactly too much for a prototype, apparently, and an ingot through technician prepares iron ore to head to the melting furnace. I just checked that and take out some materials and demon stones, including wood, to get into the work.

The first thing to make is a molding machine for the template. It's the size that constrains it, but if you put in the wood first and register it, then you can take the sand for the template at will to create the template.

It is also easy to configure how many finished products to make in a single casting, how many different products to make, everything from the location of the hot mouth to the path through which the water flows makes the perfect object at will, and the power is also an excellent thing to manipulate even people with low magic power because they collect and move the magic that leaks from the ground vein. As far as power is concerned, it is an absurdity that can only be done because the Temple of Alfemina stands directly above a place in which the earth veins and it is also quite close to the surface.

There are several neck processes when making a template, among which, in particular, melted cast iron, creating a path for pouring it in, commonly referred to as "water" in the field of casting, is a difficult task that requires experience and consideration, with an understanding of sufficient theory. Many of the casting problems stem from molding problems in the mold, such as a slow flow, lots of air and loose, or cold and solidified before cast iron flows into every corner of the mold if this is bad.

If you only make one in a single casting, about this medal, it won't be a big problem, but few of the things that are made in the temple have very complex shapes of that size. In the case of that hand, if you don't get the hot water or the hot water outlet right, even if the skilled craftsman does the casting, you'll have pines here and there.

There are various other elements that are not so easy to acquire in self-study, such as the depth and number of holes in the air drain, and how to divide the mould to remove the wood mould, on which the conditions vary further depending on the temperature and composition of the cast iron. Casting is not as easy a task as simply making a mould and pouring in properly dissolved metal. Just because there are fewer work processes than forging, the difficulty of casting is by no means inferior to forging. In fact, the difficulty of casting was little different in the game than forging overall.

Because amateurs have been able to design moulds and mould making processes that serve as necklaces, the behavior of the Macro is seriously insane for craftsmen.

Most importantly, as mentioned earlier, casting is not something that can be done simply by properly pouring molten iron into it. Making proper cast iron is difficult for amateurs where the performance of the furnace has been improved, and know-how is involved in the temperature of the water and the speed at which it is poured in.

Furthermore, metal can have a high shrinkage rate due to temperature changes in general, and experience also tells us how much it is necessary to pour into a product of how big it is. Large castings, especially those used at the base of the machine, are a very troublesome task that must be managed by humans in conjunction with the temperature and humidity of the day, from the temperature of the water to the rate at which it is poured in and until the time of cooling.

It's a palm-sized medal to make this time, so every element was much easier than a big guy like that, but that's not why it's so extreme that whoever did it won't fail. Whoever makes it builds the means by which the same quality of templates can be made, and the task of needing the skill of a technician is not gone.

Hiroshi only omitted time-consuming manual template making only when making a mass production of small items.

"For now, here's the thing"

A macro completing the molding machine at an incredible speed of about fifteen minutes and checking the sand moulds actually molded in the commissioning nods satisfactorily. Behind it, the technician was pouring the prototype water into the mold.

"Doesn't that feel right?

"At least, it's not a problem at the water stage. However, since this is a prototype, we are making a modest amount of it, so I don't know what happens if you make it all at once to the capacity limit of the furnace."

"I see. In the meantime, I tried to make a mould that would pull out forty pieces at once in the prototype, so I experimented with it."

"Forty, is it..."

"Precisely, I stuck four pairs of ten in one mould, it feels like a burn all the time. There are four hot water outlets, so I poured them in from there. If we do this, we'll make some more sand."

"Okay.... right. With the capacity of this furnace, I think you can make it to the limit of three thousand at a time, so just in case, could you give me a hundred templates, please?

Copy that.

As instructed by Hiroshi, the technician asks Hiroshi to make the template while making the water again. A macro who takes that request and makes a large number of templates. With the template completed and the earlier prototype cooled to an earlier temperature, new water will be completed.

In the meantime, the polisher is also complete, but this one does not appear for a while because the product needs to be cooled to a temperature that touches bare hands for commissioning.

For the record, we call it a polishing device, not a polishing machine, because it is only a machine for dropping surface irregularities and not something that can produce dimensional accuracy like a common grinder. Around there, it seems Macro's irrevocable obsession, an industry where parents refer to precision grinding when it comes to polishing.

"There's a lot of them, so I can help."

"Sorry, please"

"Usually, aren't you? If you gut me, I can handle a thousand or so before, I'm asking you all the time."

"We are now taking our seats off to finish yesterday's production, but there are fifteen more technicians in the Temple of Alfemina with arms equal to mine. Sixteen of us, including myself, were doing this in consultation with our strength, moulding, making water, casting, sanding and polishing around."

"I see. For now, casting will be at the heart of the work for a while, so think it will be a little easier for you to earn time to cool down."

A technician who nods at the words of a magnificent man pouring water into the mold one after the other in a one-handed pan, equally handily pouring water. This task is a battle with time, so you can't even stop your hand while you're talking.

Even though it's usually a large blacksmith for nothing, just as many as a hundred moulds line up doesn't leave much space. At first glance it still looks like we can afford it, but unfortunately even if we don't eat the place as much as the sand mould, even the finished product would be a pretty good place to pick it up in thousands of units.

Besides, no matter how much the casting is a processing method geared towards mass production, it is not immediately usable if it is removed from the mold and cooled. It is necessary to treat foreign objects specific to the casting operation, such as the burrs of the hectares and hot mouths along the hot course and, depending on the structure of the mould, the burrs that exit on the confluence surface of the upper and lower moulds. Depending on the shape, parts that create a cavity inside the product called a neutron may have to be removed and removed, and a considerable amount of post-processing is required if the sand removal process on the surface is also included. Even if you think about the fact that it is the work around here that is the necklace in the Temple of Alfemina this time, you can well see that the later process is more difficult than is generally imagined.

Given the space for the work that I said so, 100 templates would be the limit of the number that can be cast at a time in the Temple of Alfemina.

"In the meantime, is this it"

"Right. I think it's time for the first prototype to be removed from the mold, so let's check that way."

After finishing flushing the metal to 75 moulds for 3,000 products as planned, Macro and the technician will check the work results and move on. The pan itself is given the ability to prevent the temperature of the water from dropping, but still the mould cast on the first one has already been oversolidified. For this minute, the results of the mass production prototype are likely to be confirmed not so far away.

With that in mind, when I was checking the prototype that had reached a temperature that I could take out, I was staring at the medal from the entrance to the blacksmith where Aeris had been taken out to see how it was going.

For the record, this time the product is cooling and hardening faster due to the influence of the macro. It won't make that much difference because of the small size of the product, but it will probably take a little longer for the clergy to work alone to be able to remove it from the mould.

"Ko, this is Dear Aeris!!

"Oh, you don't have to be so sure. I did you an impossible favor, so I just came by to make sure you weren't having any problems."

A technician who, abruptly expressed in Aeris, solidifies himself into a nervous, less bee. The Virgin, with little contact around the day, came in person to see what was going on. Though he has clergy for once, he is on the cloud for a technician, and I guess it is more impossible to tell him not to be nervous.

At the very least, if this was a specification decision for the medal. Whatever it was, Aerys had another business overlapping and could not participate in the discussion. As a result, we accidentally hit each other in the face.

"So, what's the situation?

"So far so good. I don't think the ten prototypes are the same."

With that said, Macro takes a burr and passes the prototype to Aeris, cooled to a temperature that touches it barely. The surface remains rough, but not enough to cause injury if held with caution.

"... Sure, there doesn't seem to be a problem. What about this subsequent process?

"I'm planning on checking it out now. Let's not distort it so flashly when it cools down here, and brush it all up a little bit."

Declare that Macro will go into the next task while one after the other breaks down the sand mould and takes out the prototype. The next task is to beat down and remove the larger burrs made along the hot course before releasing them to the machine and polishing them.

It seems like it would be laborious at first glance, but if you don't do this, you won't be able to pile up the product removed from the mold. Especially since we're going to pour in a few of them in one hot water outlet in the future, it can all connect like a plastic model runner.

As much as the automatic burr removal function is on the equipment, it is fine to keep it in, but when you put it into the polishing device, those burrs really get in the way.

"Okay, switch on"

A macro that puts all the prototypes in the material inlet and starts a light polishing device without putting any body on. If you think there was a rattle inside, the first one rolls off the other side in seconds.

"is, fast......"

"Well, it's a medal for trinkets."

I saw about ten polished up in less than a minute, and once again, I was a shrewd technician. With a bitter smile at how such a technician looked, Hongdu observed that medal for his hand with no flavor or groove.

"I want something more decorative..."

"Right. Now it's just a blank disc..."

Macro and Aeris agree on a medal that has no extra flavor or accent. I don't have any practical problems, but I miss you too much as it is.

"Apply even colors appropriately?

"Given productivity, that's about it."

"Well, on the contrary, I have a lot of opinions about that if it doesn't taste or work so far. Plus, I'll make quite a few, so it's hard to get one now."

"It's a difficult problem."

Macro and Aeris with medals in their hands and bothering their heads that way. In the end, the delivery time is cynical, so for now, we simply brush it as it is and think about it after we have some leeway.

Then put together the portion of the mass production prototype and the portion that is now being polished by hand and apply it to the polishing device, where Aeris carried out the final processing in the ritual on the finished product…

"Dear Hiroshi, Six Light Stars are floating on the surface!

"I guess I just didn't know because the prototype and surface treatment were done by hand..."

Simple medals with no flavor or flavor evolved into less decorative medals with simple six-mang stars that change color slightly due to the addition or subtraction of light.

"But this guy has a lot going on..."

"Really, I can't see the end..."

The same afternoon. At the Azma Workshop, the dismantling of the Lesser Dragon was underway at best.

"How many eyes is this...?

"I think the half-body has definitely surpassed fifty..."

Makoto and Tatsuya blur each other while handily dismantling the dragon. It's time to get mentally tired and more blurry.

It should be noted that when Tatsuya refers to the half-baked guy, he refers to an individual with a lot of so-called missing parts who is half-baked or has a blown right half of his upper body. Tatsuya and Makoto are not particularly problematic even when dismantled in a large amount of clutter due to the disappearance of important parts and rare materials.

Hiroshi said it was all, but there are a number of dragons with this important area dead that could be on a four-keta large platform, and besides, a hundred or two dragon scales with one head can pick as much material as they can afford to make. Probably, but we'll have the amount of material we need before we dismantle it all.

For the record, in the list of warehouses, the undamaged monsters are divided into the highest quality, high quality, normal, low quality and lowest quality depending on the degree of damage. Since the highest quality is the only one that has been tailored with little scratch in Oxide Circles, etc., there is basically no one of the highest quality in dragons that have been tailored on God's ships.

We only need skin and scales this time anyway, so all but Mio dismantled a few body high quality are treated as the lowest quality priority. Because it is not known what kind of damage is being done without trying to remove it, it is difficult for individuals who are not comfortable to see it from time to time.

"Both Tatsuya and Makoto are in trouble..."

"I'd like to help, but the knives can't get through either if they're the athletes..."

"We don't have that many chances to dismantle the monster..."

Fams look subtly sympathetic to Tatsuya and Makoto, who continue to dismantle even as they become half-dead eyes.

Exactly at its peak among the monsters, it is very difficult to dismantle the dragon. I hope it's just hard, but I also use a lot of health.

Plus, the dragon is huge, even if it's half-body. All the dragons that were in the jizz dungeon were unusually large compared to the standard, even though they were originally larger dragons, and the common lesser dragons were around twenty-five meters long, whereas that dungeon's were fifty meters of lesser dragons and seventy meters of Greater Dragons were average. I mean, it's over twenty meters on average, even if it's half a body.

Though I don't care about anything other than skin and scales, if you think about everything, including size, it's weirder that you're dismantling more than fifty bodies in half a day.

"Ah, you guys, you got a hand?

"Once the norm is over, and I say I'm free, I'm free..."

"As I was saying, Nora and the others can't have dragons."

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to play dragon."

I speak to the fams that Tatsuya is far-winded as she dismantles the splatter dragon with her guts hanging in good shape. Apparently, he heard the conversation earlier, and he came up with something.

"You know there's still a bunch of unbroken monsters sleeping in the warehouse, right?

"Yes, I wondered what we were going to do, but our power was going to hurt important materials and stuff, so I couldn't help it."

"It's a good opportunity, so I think I'll have that duly sprayed in practice, shall we?

Suddenly Tatsuya waves at me, and the fams look at each other unexpectedly. I thought it would be an inevitable path sooner or later, but it is too abrupt.

"I've had a bunch of bums and I haven't gotten around to you, but when I think about it, there's a really good cup of corpse right now."

"That's right. I don't know when I'm gonna get this mess again, but there's a pile of little troll birds that I can't help but turn into meat, and I thought I'd better practice while I'm at it."

Nodding at Makoto's words, Tatsuya tells him what he thinks.

Actually the problem, the lowest quality troll bird in the warehouse is no more damaging than any shitty dismantled edible area. The area where you can get a decent body is almost extinguished, and the vast majority are left with one leg or just the right wing.

Going that far, it's great to use for practice because whoever does it can either not take meat or vice versa, even amateurs can take meat if they peel their wings and put in the right knife.

"If you're going to practice with a troll bird, why don't you practice making chicken consomme out of the gallows that finally came out?

"Right. Great bones aren't even for sale, but chicken consomme can make them for sale."

"That's why you should bring your own knife and get started."

Tatsuya and Makoto force the fam and the others to do the work, saying something nasty. It's true there's no harm in being able to do it, but it's pretty sudden.

"Tatsuya, makoto, are you sure this is what you want to dismantle?

The fams, who realized they would apparently have no veto rights, were turning back on their heels to get their own tools, while Lime, coming out of the back of the garden, pulled out the legs of a troll bird from his own pochette connected to the warehouse to question the elderly vigorously.

"Whoa, you pulled out just the right guy"

"You just have to do your best to split it into bones, meat and feathers."

"Yes!"

Apparently, he watched Tatsuya and the others work without curiosity while taking care of the world tree. Start peeling troll bird feathers for quick fun.

"Fam, Therese. Nora and the others are in a hurry to start."

"Oh, look at the lime, you two, because you're gonna get the tools."

"Yeah. Because I keep my knife in my room"

Nora's, too.

Copy that.

If you can't leave Lyme alone fighting a big man who doesn't fit your body size, the three daughters of the fam factory will also rush to participate in the demolition work.

Eventually, on this day, between leaving the temple and the return of the Macro, who went straight to the material collection, one hundred and twenty dragons of the lowest quality and eight troll birds were dismantled.

The next day, between the thrones of Jayan, the capital of Waldis.

"How much longer is it going to take before I can get my hands on Marcto?

"Right. There are many countries that are caught between them, so even if you think about moving around, should it take as little as a month?"

"A month. Relax a lot."

"Unfortunately, the toys we use for this festival are not as fast as they are. Moreover, the difficulty is that between his country and here, there are high mountains here and there. With that toy that can't even fly and has slow feet, it's hard to be so agile."

"Hmm. Well, good"

A monster in the appearance of a king nods to eagle eagles to some word in the appearance of a prime minister. It takes time for Marcto to get his hands on it. Then you just have to think of a means that you might enjoy more in the meantime. Yes, I switched my head.

"With that said, I just thought, what about the gestures of your stupid sons?

"The direction of attack is subtly different, and it's an army at a bend, so if you don't have some precise control over the passageway and its surroundings, it will be divided and effective."

"Hmm. You mean long and short. It's a tricky thing."

A king who listens to the Prime Minister and does not conceal the colour of dissatisfaction while he is convinced. Though they are steadily destroying the surrounding small villages and nations, their progress is slow and their reactions are not pleasant enough for plain reason.

He expected such a king's reaction, and provides information that the prime minister will take his place.

"But Your Majesty. It's hard to get a hold of Marcto, but Gastal will get his first blow next weekend, and he'll probably be able to launch a full-scale attack by the end of next week."

"Hmm? That way first?

"Yes, it lacks a bit of flashness in terms of not being able to catch the other five great nations, but on the contrary, it can certainly afflict and ravage a large number of creatures and cause them to lift their demons after despair"

To the information I take, I eat it with the body the king said intrigued. The Chancellor laughs in his heart at the way he reacts to his aim. Most importantly, this reaction of the Prime Minister does not take the king lightly. I'm simply happy that the king's taste and his own strategy are meshing, and this is the kind of reaction I get from the inside out.

It should be noted that Gastal is a country just north of Waldis, somewhat inferior to Markt in terms of population and land area. Slightly smaller than Markt, but at least on a scale that is within the top ten, a country that can be called big enough.

It is also a strong country with a large number of satellite and urban states with Waldis, just like Markt, who have always left Waldis with overwhelming force while being exposed to several direct invasions.

I put a little tease on it again and I'm confident in its accomplishment, so I guess I'm definitely thinking something very nasty.

"I see. Farlane, or the alliance that the example workshop inaugurated, surely didn't involve Gastal at all."

"Yes. Instead, I know you wanted to distance yourself from that alliance, more precisely by rebelling and trying to rival it"

"Hmm. So instead of being caught, reinforcements don't come, or we can push them to the point where it's too late."

"Yes, I suppose it will"

The King smiles with a truly pleasant smile at the information brought to him by the Chancellor. In terms of not opening the warring edge flashly, it makes a really plain impression compared to unintentional strikes on Marcto, but it perishes without the art of letting a single survivor or a gastol that can normally be classified as a great power.

It is a development of great preference for monsters who looked like kings.

"Oh, that sounds like a lot of fun."

"Oh, isn't that Lord Oldia?"

"Apparently, things are going well there."

A monster looking like a king rises from the throne, as he welcomes Oldia, who abruptly appears. While controlling it by hand, Oldia speaks of her request.

"I'm sorry I'm looking forward to it, but could you put a little bit more behind Marcto?

"Well, why would you say that?

"Octum and Zarvald are not in good shape yet, and neither am I. There are measures in place against the Azma Workshop."

"Hmm. For that, I need a little time to get things done."

"Yeah, it gives them time, but it doesn't look like they're going to be fortified any time soon from what I've been investigating. That's why I want time to build a hand to make sure it stays put."

I often thought to Oldia's request, and the king nodded small by small. I don't know, the King and the Chancellor are pretty wary about the Azma Workshop.

"I don't mind delaying myself, but can I ask why I can assure you that giving them extra time won't greatly enhance them?

"It's not a big basis, but I've looked into it in various handouts of the cult, and it seems that the Azma Workshop is currently moving in the direction of bottoming up soldiers in various countries, including Marcto. Other suspicious moves include the abrupt start of unprecedented pioneering work in Farlane over the course of this period, and the support provided by our allies at the Azma Workshop."

"Hmm. I'm more concerned about that pioneering, but I can't say much with the rest of my knowledge. Lord Oldia, do you have any idea?

"Perhaps, but the castle of God using Mori Lo crystals, isn't that the place? Sure, if it's done, it's a threat, but as far as their behavior is concerned, if Waldis moves, he won't always be in the castle."

"I see, that makes sense"

To Oldia's analysis, a small nodding king. It's true that if you get stuck in a castle, you can't deal with it, but if that's the case, you can take some action and pull it outside. It is natural.

"But the castle's ability to attack doesn't make it look sweet. What do you think of that?

"Right. Surely for your handkerchiefs, the attacks carried out from God's ships and castles must be deadly. But the ship is only a means of movement and the castle is a defensive weapon. The means of attack that we are carrying together are phenomenal in terms of destructiveness, but if we say it with lethality, it will not reach the very skilled divine moves unleashed by living humans. I don't know how many rounds we've flown."

"I see."

"On the contrary, that's how you deactivate an attack, and if you don't pull your opponent out and end up with a single attack, at least there's no winning chance for anyone but the Lord. So I want to put in place solid measures to make sure we have that one-time chance."

Even though there are understated beings, Oldia has sometimes forced concessions on opponents who are not subordinates, to be so honest and truthful that she doesn't seem to be the belly of an evil god. I'm grasping the tokens, but to be honest, even if I bump into them directly right now, I'm not sure I'm sure I'll be able to hold them off at all.

I would therefore like to reduce that possibility by a little bit.

"Understood. We'll hold off on Marcto for a while, and we'll figure out how to get information to Farlane after Gastal dies."

"That would help."

"But we make concessions so far. Naturally, you're taking advantage, aren't you?

"Yeah. Information that is, in a way, superb for me, right? By chance, I just wanted to thank you for not poking at this weakness so often."

"Hmm, such a weakness?

"I do. Just put on this hand weakness once or twice at most. Absolutely nothing more can be done, and more than that, they can get used to it and overcome it. So it's just one chance."

"Hmm. If Lord Oldia says so much, we will say nothing more. I'm also concerned about its weakness and doing it, but when I hear it, I want to give it an unnecessary stir. Therefore, we dare not ask for more information here."

"Thanks"

A final agreement is reached between Oldia and the King. It was decided that Waldis' neighboring country would be slaughtered after receiving measures to ensure that the Azma workshop was hunted down.