Fairy Tale Chronicles

"Well, the next thing you know..."

Evening, after the discussion, after the human acceptance, after the building of the comms machine, and after a time like rage.

Having checked the checklist and confirmed that all necessary work had been completed immediately at the time, Macro was trying to move to a few points of work that were of high importance and urgency, but not of the highest priority.

"... whatever it is, administrator. Even the witch's soul crystal, if we do something about it, and the castle, if I were here, would hardly seem to die except for the barrier function."

Preparation of the administrator of the castle, with high priority alongside the manufacture of artifact equipment. Administrators themselves have no problem with ordinary people, but when they are connected to the castle of God for a long time as administrators, they become more and more godly beings when they are ordinary creatures.

There is nothing particularly wrong with that, but I don't really have the idea of whether or not there will be more God's presence. Sometimes substitution can be a pain in the ass when life expectancy is about the normal creature, and in the end I decided to give my body to the soul crystal of my predecessor Elsa's witch as originally planned and register as an administrator.

"First, the stone of the wise as power. Divine diaphragm earth to make a base, sea of life to tame..."

Not good in the body of a normal creature for the convenience of letting him manage the castle of God. It is therefore necessary to make a tough and capable flesh using a few steps more advanced materials than normally making homunculus.

It should be added that the only homunculus that can be made in the game Fairy Tail Chronicle is a living doll that can act somewhat autonomously, to an extent. The difference with lower undead and golems with similar properties is three things: that they can be treated with normal healing magic, that they can remember advanced magic if they work out, and that they are significantly brittle compared to undead and sturdy golems with high playback ability for that matter.

There's no big difference in this world around there, and making a regular homunculus can only be a substitute for the golem. Even the longest living individuals have a life span of about ten years, and they should have the ability to reproduce in physical structure, but there are not even instances of successful reproduction in which reproductive behavior has been established. Thus, even living beings cannot be very much called life, and there is still no human being who created life out of alchemy.

Not only is life expectancy short, but there are also miserable things about dying, and there has been a debate about ethical issues among alchemists, so there are few alchemists who can make homunculus today. The technology itself is narrowly communicated because some application is heard, but alchemy in this world has stopped almost frustrated when it comes to the quest for life, one of its greatest goals.

"Hong-kun, when are you going to have dinner?

"Master, I need to confirm something."

Spring vegetables and Mio appear when the ingredients are mixed together.

"Oh, working?

"Seya Nen. Hey, get your hands off me right now."

"What are you making?

"Planned to be the body of a witch or. If I don't get to the end of it, I know what I'll turn into if I leave you alone badly."

Answer the spring vegetable question by wrapping the meaty part around a skeleton made by mixing the bones of the Divine Iron and the three main ingredient monsters and baking and consolidating them in a true fire furnace. Spring vegetables and Mio listening to the words of the Hong and finally nodding small. The last of the earlier Elsa witches also engraves a vivid impression on their hearts.

Therefore, if she is healed in any way, she has never crossed it, and if she can live a new life by the hands of a host, she intends to do everything in her power to make that life a happy one.

"So, how do you end up making it?

"The appearance and the gender, well, let the soul crystal decide for itself, once the physical structure itself is made to be almost the same as a human being. I just can't say anything about growth or reproduction because it's my first time doing it."

"Ah, well, that's how it's made, isn't it?"

Spring vegetables say, looking at the base body that is created as if it were a clay workmanship. The formula seems to have changed slightly at the time of rubbing, but clearly, it is not such that you can see which organ the flesh becomes the viscera or the skin, or the muscles, and which organ is the viscera.

The created shape itself, a top-headed shape about eighteen centimetres long, the balance is largely octagonal, but the detailed shape is deliberately appropriate, the identification of men and women is made with little irregularity itself. Only a small amount of Behemoth eggs and sperm is implanted around Tanda to make it reproductive, but no other so-called visceral species is used.

"Master, can I ask you one question?

"What?

"I had about a teaspoon of Behemoth sperm and eggs in it and sliced them up, but wouldn't that be fuzzy or something?

"... again, the middle school girl came to me with a straight face or a straight question, but if I had reproductive capacity in Homunculus, I would have put in some sort of biological sperm and egg to define the method of reproduction, and I just followed the system all the time. Honestly, I can't say it's the first time I've ever made it, but as long as the soul crystal defines my gender like that, maybe it should be."

"I see."

Mio's middle school girl manages to remain calm on the surface while Hiroshi draws some attention to questions that seem to have various problems asking heterosexuals other than health and physical education and biology teachers.

Honestly, Hiroshi is still pretty bad at sexual stories of this kind. As exciting as it is to sneak up on erotic talk in an unpopular place with fellow geeks, when you talk about heterosexuality and its species, or when you're in a place where heterosexuality is talking about its species, your body reflexes.

The high school attended by Hongchang is cautious around it with men and women pushed side by side, except that moodmaker figures purposefully mouth such stories to the extent that they don't offend, basically there are unspecified people to talk about the topic of their hands. At best, to that extent, we discuss entertainers' clothing and the content of biology and health and physical education classes in earnest.

Thanks to this, I've had a lot of tolerance since the beginning of high school, but still, I'm not paying off my trauma in middle school. Erotic talk, which leads directly from the front like Mio, is a subtle fear, even if we know it's not a problem.

"For now, the body is like this, the stone of the soul crystal and the sage of power. Let's see how it goes"

"A stone of power sage, do you need it? Can't it just be soul crystals?

"I don't know if I can, but soul crystals are close to just CPUs. It gives energy as a control signal, but maybe it's enough to move the human body by itself without external input."

Oh, I see.

To the simple question of spring vegetables, Hong tells what he observed as an ingredient. In fact, it's probably enough to make it up to you temporarily until you stabilize as an organism, but it's really an unknown field, so you get all sorts of excesses.

"So, Master. Why bother spreading the simple bed?

"I don't know if I'm going to run out of sizes. Whatever you do with your current size, if you get a proper human size, it sucks on this workbench."

"What's the blanket for?

"Well, when the exterior is confirmed, it's up to me to wear clothes."

Sage's stone on the chest of the base body transferred to the bed, with a soul crystal embedded in the head to cover the blanket, etc. As soon as that work is done, the reaction begins, quickly becoming the figure of a girl around the same age as Aerys. The size one has also become a normal human large as expected by the Macro, and I'm pretty sure I had problems in many ways with it being on a workbench with various pieces of equipment remaining.

The appearance is not as good as spring vegetables and aeris, but it is a face that normally enters quite a pretty girl. The so-called Fore Beauty type, which Hongda doesn't know, actually, is the face that this happens when a previous witch is a few years younger after beautifying her figure before she became an old woman with a curse, about a hundred and twenty percent.

If you raise the big difference from when you were a previous witch outside of your face, the color of your hair would be darker green. Because the material contains the leaves of the world tree, its attributes appear to have emerged significantly. Considering that the original hair was a deep brown reminiscent of the earth, my impression has changed a lot. Most importantly, because the green reminiscent of the forest is also a color with deep earth attributes and edges, it has not changed dramatically from its original nature.

I don't know because my eyes are closed now, but perhaps the color of my eyes has changed from brown to a different color. Together, they must make the decision that even if a person who knows her during her lifetime sees her, she is somehow a shadowy different person.

"... I think it's probably a proper girl's body because her breasts are swollen..."

"... um, just checking"

"Please. In the meantime, I'm going to make another one with the ingredients you left to look at."

A macro that leaves confirmation to Mio and focuses consciousness on the other in the whole body and spirit. It creates a skeleton in a selfless frontier, travels with a metastatic function, cooks it in a true fire furnace, rolls the meat and serves it up.

"Mmm..."

Mio, who was checking the administrator's body in the meantime, leaks a strangely dissatisfied voice at several points.

"What's wrong, Mio?

"... my tits are bigger than mine when I came over here. Besides, I wasn't expecting it."

"... uh, there?

"It would have been interesting if I had. It would have been hilarious if I had...!

"I said it twice!?

Spring vegetables screaming like shocked by what Mio said too uselessly. A macro that shuts out that conversation in a desperate shape and completes the second basebody.

Once I say it in Mio's honor, I am normally properly pleased that the former witch's body has settled in a way that is not difficult. However, as a no-human saga, the option of not storing about things that have come up on the subject earlier does not exist.

Well, it would have been interesting if I had followed it, but when asked if it wasn't genuine at all, it was no again, though.

"Mm-hmm. I feel like I've confirmed it for now, and I don't think there's anything particularly strange about it. I have a good life. I can only confirm any more over time, or even during a bath, let Octogall attack me sexually."

"Whatever makes you assault in a sexual sense, you just have to check it out over time."

Spring vegetables agreeing with the results of Mio's confirmation. No matter how bra has the size breasts you need, I don't think the flesh is mature overall. Where I put it on its chest, it only fits perfectly in Mio's palm and has some size to spare. Normally, it is clearly still a growing physique.

Will it still grow from here, to what extent is the maturity of the flesh? Such a thing would actually be the first thing to know when you wake up and live.

"Clothes for now"

"Right."

Mio tells me, Spring vegetables to be dressed in proper working clothes in time for now. I didn't have any other clothes to keep me awake.

"Look, I'll move the next one."

"What do you do with that base body?

"I have the soul crystal and its hands, so I can only leave it to nature."

Spring vegetables and Mio snort so much into the words of a magnificent man as he moves his base body to another simple bed. Perhaps that's the way it's supposed to be.

"What business did Mio come to me for?

"I forgot. I've changed my priorities in discussions with my brothers, other than the potion that the fam and the others make, so I want you to check again."

"Eating. But yeah?

"Of course."

"Well, I'll get you dinner."

For now, this is the end of the Soul Crystal relationship, and Higashi will move on to what you will be behind. At this time, a piece of spring vegetable hair was stuck to the blanket on the other base body, and no one noticed that it had just gotten on top of the base body.

"Hiroshi, I could talk to you."

"What?

"I'm talking about Princess Reefa, but keeping her at Ursus Castle is going to be a bit of a hassle. I'm sorry, but can't you just leave it here?

"Well, I don't have any particular problems, but I don't want to, do I?

Dinner seats. Even though I wonder about Rayot, who seems sorry for his sinister face and does everything he asks of him, Macho agrees.

It must be quite a hassle because Rayot looks like that. If you think so, as your best friend, you have no choice but to say no.

So if you're in trouble, there's no taking care of you, but it's too late in a lot of ways when you get into the Aeris situation when you're flying into this world. It doesn't make as much difference now as it does about Princess Reefa.

"It seems that our secret detective, who was exploring Waldis' country, joined a party of remnants who had Princess Leafa as their flag during the escape. The man who has escorted Princess Leafa to Marcto seems to have one in his belly, and I can't predict what will happen when the two meet."

"I see. I mean, just in case you run into me, I want to isolate you over here, all the time."

"Oh, I'm going to cause you even more trouble, but I want to keep the anxiety element out as long as possible."

"I don't know, if I did that much anxiety, if Ray took care of me more often, yeah, I wouldn't."

"It hurts the princess's reputation to wander around a woman with such an unfathomable strong face who is not yet an adult in any country, but is also unmarried blood. She's going to have to look for good luck, and she's not going to let me get in the way."

Rayot's words completely ignore the possibility of himself becoming the man of good fortune, not only from the Honda Japanese team, but also from the kings of the countries, and even the Azma workshop staff, punctuate my gaze at what I'm saying about this guy. It's interesting to point a gaze at whether Rayot would not have a good edge, even a macro who consciously avoids judgment and perception like that every day.

Even a macro who consciously avoids judgment about likes and dislikes between men and women and doesn't try to go deeper, so much so that he wonders if the combination of Rayot and Reefa would be a good idea if it were a premise to wait a few more years. The other people on this scene are precisely aware that Reefa likes Rayot as a heterosexual, even Lime.

Rayot thinks of things on the assumption that he is equally hated or scared of Princess Reefa because he has a bad consciousness about children, especially girls. Furthermore, unfortunately, from the surrounding eyes, I also suspect that Reefa, however heir to the throne, will not be considered commensurate with Rayot.

Besides, Rayot's dislike of women is famous. That doesn't make a big difference even if you're a child opponent, and the situation now doesn't even look like Reefa is trying to use her position as a vulnerable and protected person to get into a female-hate Rayot.

As a result, no matter how close the pattern is to the parents and the protected, if Rayot cares too much about Reefa, Reefa will suffer one-sided bad reviews. With regard to this, there is also a great deal of what Rayot deserves, which he has been dealing with in the direction of basic truncation if he is ever seen as a woman.

Unless we are ignoring the feelings of our own people and the thoughts of the kings of our allies in any way, it will be difficult for Rayot to think correctly.

"Leaving Rayot's bullshit aside, it's a challenge for the princess to spend some time while you evacuate here."

"Right. While we're here, Lime will probably be quite busy, and it's almost difficult to get the princess to do the same."

King Farlane and the Hoang stuffing Rayot's concerns overnight and about his problems when taking on his personality.

"Father, it's not bullshit. Hiroshi is also an important issue about the princess's reputation, so could you please not flush it out?

"If the princess has a bad reputation and has trouble marrying her, I hope you marry her."

"Even if this one is good, there's no way the princess can make it good. Besides, assuming I marry a princess, I just affirm the bad reviews in the end. I don't know if that delicate princess would like to marry a man who doesn't even have a crush on her frying words."

"I wish you would protect the princess then. Or can the king prince of Farlane not protect himself from the ungodly malice of the last?

"It's not a question of saying so"

"That's the problem."

King Farlane attacks Rayot, who has become a snake in rare ways, all the time here. Only the person who was most disturbed by the dowry problem of Prince Wang, in many ways, is unforgiving.

Rayot has also noticed that the argument has been completely deflected, but due to his original neglect of issues between men and women, his opponent is Tanuki and his famous own father in diplomacy. Completely disadvantaged, I can't even find a thread to salvage.

"Let my son-in-law tell you, there's nothing wrong with Prince Wang being bad for a child, or rather a decent and delicate child would prefer to see Prince Wang over a bad adult woman..."

"If you let the concubine tell you, the workshop owner's hall would have been much better for just consciously fleeing and to some extent sensing a fondness for himself. The princess's low self-esteem is not a problem, but the dullness of His Royal Highness the King and the strength of his enemies towards women are also difficult stories."

"As far as Dear Reefa's self-assessment is concerned, I think we have to wait for time to resolve it. Honestly, I don't think anyone thinks it would be more incompetent to make a harsh escape and flee from Waldis to Farlane alive..."

"The princess is right. Most operatives come home alive and this is it. It's not true that just running away from Waldis should be appreciated enough, but it's also true that the Princess's asylum was built on numerous corpses.

It's just not cruel to tell a daughter those days to carry that life and behave splendidly, and a concubine doesn't know what it's like to mourn her powerlessness and incompetence on a pile of corpses. Do you have a similar experience in the process of being saved by the master of the workshop with the princess?

"Right......"

The royals wholly cede the right to mess with Rayot to their father and chat swallowingly as an easy-going third party. Ever since the first report came in from Rainey, she hastily moved in a tense mood. I want to eat about dinner out of my mind.

"Let me get back to you, what are you going to do to take care of His Highness Reefa after all? Nora and the others have a norm that doesn't go out of style, so it's not very much, but it doesn't go that far."

"That story, I'm bringing a reset here. I don't want you or me to move around, but I want you to take care of the reset with the princess's education."

"Oh, that helps. Honestly, there's a huge amount of furniture and medicines that I have to make, and I'm not going to be able to even look after anyone else..."

I observe all kinds of air and make suggestions that Angelica seems to have the least problem.

Automata reset can work perfectly, basically as a samurai for you. Anyway, the habit is strong, but if you care about it, you've been serving the true ancestors who perfectly perform the Miyagi manipulation for thousands of years. Education for the royal nobility is also not impossible because of the different years as a samurai.

What Reefa lacks is education as a royalty, including fundamentals and mindsets. Given the current situation and the inability to bring personnel for this purpose, there is no better place to take care of Reefa than resetting.

"Well, I'm busy talking about a week or two at most. From then on, unless it's the right thing to do, we'll lose our own tough Akan situation."

"I hope so, but sometimes you can't guess the explanation for the work of your parents at all."

"The situation is always shaky."

To the penetration of Pham's jito eyes, that's what he says as he swims his gaze and flees.

"So, what happens to His Highness Leiot and Princess Leafa after all?

"If Princess Reefa is willing to do that, perhaps the marriage will be formed as it is? At least because King Farlane and the House of the Princess are willing, Lauren has no particular reason to be different."

"As for Waldis' heir to the throne and one of the few decent people, given Waldis' insistence, it would have been better to let Farlane rebuild himself on the assumption that he would marry Prince Wang and let his children inherit the throne, rather than push the Princess to rebuild herself."

King Lauren has no particular reason to disagree with Makoto's further inquiry. King Faldania also overtakes the inheritance issue itself, which is a neck, when it is better to make Waldis a new country divided from the same Farlane as his own.

At the end of the day, the outer moat is already completely buried just because the reefer of the moment is not conscious at all. Later, it is only Rayot's consciousness reform, which has become stubborn in this matter due to past history.

"Where I fell, we have to do something about Waldis' invasion around there before we can keep fighting. We need to move forward with the current Waldis measures first."

"It is. King Faure is right. When the workshop owners and the daughters of their true ancestors attack us, we have to do something about the monster."

"About that area, but in fact, additional information is coming from Lainey. There seem to be many different kinds of monster soldiers, too, at least the ones that Hiroshi and the others responded to and the snitches who came out of Waldis did, and then each of the soldiers who destroyed Gastal were separate. I don't know a lot about it if it actually works, but it should help a little."

With all the dressing opportunities to escape Princess Leafa's topic, Rayot releases information about the monster. Attendees follow the conversation without saying anything, as it is an important story, with a cold glance at Rayot, who escaped the topic. Around watching as if there was just one macro about how it went, and Rayot was having a hard time, I guess his best friend is still different.

"In the meantime, all we have in common is a difference in degrees. I just saw it. It sucks, it's just a matter of time."

"Right. Otherwise, battle skills and special abilities vary, so uniform countermeasures seem difficult."

"A lot of things the report doesn't tell us, and this looks like someone in here should meet in person once to hear more about it"

In the end, it was supposed to be a dinner with some breathing time, but it kept going into a meeting about getting ready for Waldis.

Honda continues to have a meeting dinner, at that same time.

……

The administrator, who had been put to sleep in a simple bed at the workplace, wakes up and wakes himself up.

……

Administrator looking all the way through that room with no signs of life and checking how things are going. When I say administrator, there is still no link with the castle of God, and at the moment it is only a luxury homunculus with a mere soul.

Most memories and experiences are lost when becoming soul crystals to eliminate the effects of the curse. For that reason, she still doesn't have enough to call herself personality right now.

Except for her memory of general common sense and words, her knowledge of this castle and the work she plans to give herself, only her admiration for the face and character of the Lord and his person to serve.

Therefore, the actions taken by her, which had not yet been named, were extremely natural.

……

I get out of my simple bed to look for the Lord and look around the room again. Again, there is no appearance or sign of the creature, and there is nothing particularly noteworthy about this.

If there is, it would be to the extent that another simple bed is placed next to me and about eighteen centimetres of mannequins rests blanketed.

The first thing she thought when she saw the person type was that it was just like her. And the next thought I had was a thought close to my instinct as an administrator that what these two beds are in this position are obviously in the way of work.

impulse to look for the Lord and instinct as an administrator. Those two mingle in her for a few seconds, and her instincts as an administrator prevail on the grounds that she has no clue whether to look for the Lord or not.

In the end, the first action she took when she woke up was to move the simple bed.

……

Look over the room three times and double-check the arrangement of equipment, tools, work benches, etc. Draw a flow line in your head and try to move with your own feet. She doesn't know what the actual work looks like because she doesn't have any knowledge of production with her at the moment. But even if I just walked, I'm pretty sure the two beds are obviously out of the way.

The space in this workshop is huge. A few small workshops would go in. But the dead space should be as small as possible, beyond knowing what the Lord will make. The easiest thing is to get out of the way on the wall, but I can't assure you that I won't think again about the flow line where the wall is the most uninterrupted.

Walk around the workplace many times, checking all the supposed flow lines and finally finalising a convincing position. Move the simple bed carefully.

Fortunately, her body had real power behind the windy dimensions that her secondary traits were around the age of ten early. Because it was made as an administrator, or it was also capable of delicate control for power. It makes full use of its abilities and succeeds in transferring the beds of those whose human shapes were resting on the walls without any vibration or impact.

"... this is good"

Finish moving the two simple beds into positions that would be the least intrusive, leaving them to the sense of accomplishment to unwittingly crush. The next moment I snapped, I looked around confused by the poor voice that came into my ear.

A twinkle that I don't even realize I spoke out for myself. She was unconscious, but suddenly she felt like she heard a voice even though there was no sign of a person.

Check around again and again, look around, make sure the voice lord is nowhere, silence. I thought about it for a while, and I finally figured that maybe I was unconsciously speaking out, and there were signs of people outside the room.

"This place is huge, too!

"Ki Woo!

A faint vigilance of a janitor setting himself up with someone comes in fine, along with a mysterious creature bigger than his own face, where a little girl looks like a chick.

A administrator who has trouble reacting and stiffness to a small intruder who was subtly unexpected. Watching the intruders with rigidity makes the girl look right in the eye.

"Hey, who?

……

"Lime, it's lime! I'm doing some kind of apprenticeship thing at the Azma Workshop! This is Hirohiro!

"Ki Woo!

An administrator who hears the self-introduction of a girl named Lime and the chirping of a chick raising one feather to greet her by being introduced to Hirohiro, and unintentionally thinks about how she would react. Apparently, he's been allowed to move around this castle with some freedom, but I don't know what position he stands in.

More to the point, I have more ambiguous definitions and standing positions of myself than a girl named Lime in front of me. I can assure you that I am the administrator of this castle, but when asked what I do with the administrator, I have a lot of problems. I can answer as many specific examples as I want to, but when it comes to whether I can actually do it, it is not possible at this stage. Then I can't really name myself Administrator.

Another problem, she doesn't currently have a name. When I say administrator, it's a role, not like her own name. So I don't know how to name it.

"Hey, what's going on?

"I'm sorry. I don't currently have a name for it."

"Your name, don't you?

"Yes, I just started it earlier and have not been given anything but the role of Administrator"

"Oh well..."

Listen to the administrator speaking in a flat tone and think of what Lyme is. And soon I'll make my face shine like I've come up with something, and I'll declare it full of energy.

"I'm gonna call my parents for a second!

"Ki Woo!

When this happens, talk to the parent you love. I immediately draw conclusions with the usual way of thinking for Lyme, and I just use the functionality of the key to move it somewhere.

An administrator who gets unwittingly pompous about Lyme's behavior in such a hurry. The expression is surprisingly rich even though it has been activated for some time.

seconds after the lime metastasized. Now several people transfer directly at the same time.

"Ah..."

He's really awake.

"It's nice to be able to move properly, but it might have been a little untimely that it was just at meal, right? Meaning I couldn't follow you."

men and women who were in line at the beginning. Precisely the moment I see the man one of these days, the administrator's thoughts quickly saturate. The joy of seeing who I missed. anxiety about how he sees himself in his eyes. A slight concern about how they are going to be treated. Though a little distant, doubts about the presence of a woman lined up beside her.

Suppressing those various emotions and filling in the admin is an overwhelming admiration by crazy. Nearly everything is reset and administrators who should not yet exist, such as personable personalities, leave it to their emotions and impulses to take action.

"Master......!

"What? Wow, what!?

"I missed you, Master!!

An administrator who can't think of a word or anything, just sticks to the Lord. I feel like for a moment I heard a scream from the Lord containing fright, but I can put my strength into my arms clinging without even thinking about what it means.

"Uh... what shall I do..."

"Given Hiro's complexion, I guess we should pull it off..."

"I'd love to, but besides the fact that I don't seem to be reading the air very much, it's going to feel like I'm losing my jealousy and doing something like eight hits... But, Hiroshi, it doesn't seem that far to your limit..."

"Shh, am I going to be a villain..."

"Sorry......"

"No. In this case, it would suck for a woman to go pulling off..."

Administrators who had not been in any ears, such as such discussions of other people who could not move. Her return to sanity came after she had been drawn from the Lord by a man who was not the Lord.

"I'm finally settled..."

"I'm sorry, Master..."

"No, well, there wasn't much information about me or anything right after startup, so I shan't..."

After enough. Once the Horn is fully resurrected, we will change the place for now and move on to the appropriate dining room.

It should be noted that while doing all this, Lime seems to have come to the limit, and Shinji is transporting him to his bedroom before moving here because he fell asleep feeling relieved and relaxed just when he saw that Hiroshi was resurrected.

"In the meantime, let's introduce ourselves later and register as administrators."

"Speaking of which, do you have a name?

"Ainya. Yeah, I thought I'd make up my mind while I talk to you about the name. I really thought we'd discuss it at dinner..."

"Oh, when we were having dinner, it was all about Waldis."

"Seya Nen"

Listening to the exchange between Hiroshi and Spring Vegetables, we nod together as we were convinced. It wasn't all politically stubborn stories, like Reefa and Leiot's stories, but it's also true that it wasn't the kind of air that tells other stories.

"Well, a candidate for a name or something, but does anybody know the name of an earlier witch?

"Sure, I think I said Mr. Carla"

A spring vegetable that tells the name of an earlier witch I had heard from Judith in advance, but the administrator's reaction is clearly not aromatic with no expression.

"Don't you like that name?

"If you really say so, I'm not dissatisfied"

"That, in short, with dissatisfaction and perenniality"

"I'm sorry"

While smiling bitterly at the administrator who looks frightened with no expression, he decides to say no to the name Kara for now.

It's not a bad name, it's the original name. So I don't know what I'm unhappy with the Hongdae, but I'm somewhat guessing it's because it's more of an original name.

Either way, I don't like the original owner, so I have no objection to giving him a different name as a hostess.

"So, what are the candidates?

"Mm-hmm. Speaking of janitors, Mr. Kyoko. The chick apron is basic."

"You're obviously not Japanese, so you're dismissed."

"Mmm."

"I mean, I think maybe it's the original story, but the atmosphere and standing position will be closer to Mr. Lella, whichever way it hits. Exactly, it doesn't look good on this kid yet, and when it comes to being the ex, it doesn't even make you a widow or anything."

Mio, who runs to the story all the time and is rejected by Tatsuya, roars in dissatisfaction. He's even more unhappy that there's no objection.

"Any other candidates?

"Um, yeah. Amarier, Vilma, Brunhilde, Gabriella, Bridget, maybe around..."

"Sister Makin, why German-style?

"Because the base is Faurese, somehow"

"I see."

While I'm somewhat convinced by the reason True Harp says, I can't pin any names with it. The Makoto himself at the time I said it seems to have that impression either way.

After all, many names that sound stronger are influencing it. The overall appearance and atmosphere of administrators today does not feel very brave or intense.

"I mean, I'm glad you talked to me, but after all, this kind of thing should be thought and decided by the Lord, Hiroshi"

"It's the name of a foreign girl, that's what I can think of..."

That's what Makoto tells me, a macro who thinks with a difficult face. But if you think of a proper name because it will shape your whole life, you will feel something like that, and I can't even think of something that sounds like a name because my thoughts are empty.

In the end I give up thinking not so much and turn my gaze to Spring Vegetables to ask for help.

"Spring vegetables, do you have anything?

"Not really, but I think you can think about it a little bit more."

"No, but hey."

"I know you say a proper name because it's going to last a lifetime, but I don't think you can dare think hard about it and decide the name from the impression you keep looking at it. If it's going to be a weird name or a bad name, we'll all stop it."

So, take it easy, follow the advice of Spring Vegetables, once everything is done, lay aside everything, and observe carefully the figure and gesture of the administrator again.

Looking at it and catching my eye would still be hair like a young leaf. Misty greenery gives you a refreshing sense of life. The next thing that strikes me is clear purple eyes like amethysts. It is an eye that makes an intelligent impression, nowhere.

The facial contours and the like have slightly sharp and powerful curves that are the hallmarks of the Faurees, but the overall impression is more like adulthood. At the very least, I don't make you feel powerful, a common specification of the Faurees.

The body as a whole is thin and immature, but there are times when there is already a place to go, which puts strong, youthful vitality and expectations for the future across the body. If you want to rate it, it would be a young tree or a young grass.

Young leaves, young trees, young grass. When I realize that the overall impression of plants is strong, some words come to mind like associative games when I do so from there.

"Seya..."

"Did you come up with something?

"Laurier, isn't it?

"I don't think it's bad, but from what?

"I don't know, when I looked at my hair, I felt like a young leaf. I don't have a problem wearing it as it is if I do a Japanese look, but I don't have any young leaves just because of this look. Let's do it, I'm thinking all the time. So, if you honestly think about it, you're confused with Princess Leaf, so twist it a little bit, Laurie, it feels like a lot."

"I see."

Spring vegetables nodding over and over in the description of the macro. If you do it, you can do it. Let me get my thumbs up with the look on your face. Tatsuya and Mio also show in their attitudes that there are no problems for each.

A macro who once again turns his gaze to the administrator who was convinced that he was okay with the reaction of his peers and seemed to be embarrassed by being observed still and without expression. The admin, whose gaze turned to himself again and wondered if he had finally come, awaited the word of confirmation.

"See, my name is Laurier from today on. If you're dissatisfied, tell me first, and I'll think about it again."

"No. I like Laurier. Unless it's Laurier, I don't like it."

"I'm glad you like it. Just sign up for the castle."

"Yes."

Laurier, the administrator who tells you what she likes in the past to confirm the macro. Keep an eye on that smiling thing.

After an unemployed death, Elsa's witch Carla began her new life as administrator and laurier of God's castle by the hands of a magnificent man.

Late that night, the northeastern border area of Markt.

"... have you come?"

"... oh. You're full of monsters, as information suggests."

"... you guys, don't forget the mission. Our job is not their annihilation. It's about grasping some fighting power and getting away with it, using whatever hands you can use to buy time. If you make a mistake, don't just go in there and die for nothing."

"... I know. In the first place, even if such a monster could just see it, he'd still be there to fill the streets. We'll see if our gear and arms will make this a battle."

A visual confirmation of the Waldis army, which had finally emerged from the Gastal side, is discussed with the hiccups by the soldiers who were hitting the sentry. Their garrison is a few kilometres away from here. What we need to do is buy time and confirm our strength to get there.

Nevertheless, we do not do such adult numbers, such as sentinel duty. So there are only a few things you can do.

"... In the meantime, I'm going to report it. Pull as far as you can."

"I know. Three traps I set here. That would be the limit."

Preparations that have piled up at best with the certainty that Waldis will be sure to set up soon to hang up Reefa's asylum. One of them finally came the day to bear fruit.

Nevertheless, as far as full-scale equipment is concerned, we have recently been deployed around the core elite units, which unfortunately have not come around this way. We should have given top priority to the front line by nature, but it was impossible to give good gear to the lower end like them for transport and budget convenience.

Therefore, when it comes to what they can do, all they can do is effectively use as many traps as they can think of and wait for their elite troops to rush to the front line.

But no matter how much good equipment you have, if you have one legendary enemy of strength, you can destroy it in no time. The men in their ranks are well aware of that. Besides, it's the full gear that's taken all to the elite unit, but instead it's equipped with demon-iron gear.

Until now, even magic iron was another dream. If that's what it was supposed to be, it's deployed to a force that would be crushed on the front line. Even then, I can clearly see that Marcto upper management does not want their lives to be underestimated or wasted. Consumables, including food, have been brought in that the battlefield has never even had before in its normal life.

As a person in the field, that's enough, I'm willing to risk my life for my country.

"Well, I'll weigh the timing. If it's their invasion route, it's number three. Get in position!"

"Whoa!"

"What kind of monster would make my Marcto tread like a good one!!

Sentinel teams that challenge high morale before desperate numbers, desperate power differences. The battle between Waldis and Markt was to quietly raise the curtain.