Magic Robot Aluminare

Three months early since assuming office in Kingsguard.

The season passed the fall and came to the winter entrance.

You think the air outside starts to get cold and the first snow has already been observed in the mountains? It would be about time that in the alpha block, equipment for combat during snow accumulation was fitted to the Armunale.

However, the figure below the castle, visible from the royal castle, still remains autumn.

Falling leaves are piled up in the corners of the street and baked potatoes with falling leaves are carried out in the centre of the square.

I tried to find some free time to go, but it seemed like a pretty interesting plan.

We bring our own fallen leaves and potatoes, they bake them and eat them on the spot. The kids cheek the potatoes as they say over there, and the wives blossom for the wellside meeting.

Unexpectedly loose cheeks in a view that symbolizes the tranquillity of the town.

"Well, it's about time"

Look at the clock installed on the wall and squeal like that.

Time is fifteen o'clock. Time for him to run through the hallway.

Get up from your desk and head to the door.

Then I heard just a tot more rhythmic footsteps from across the door.

I jump forward in front of the subject, smiling bitterly at the right time, opening the door and interfering with the person who has been running.

"Princess Ines, where are you going?

"I'm going to wash my hands. Step aside."

"I would disagree if you washed your hands. I mean, it's next to the study room, so don't lie to me like that. Let's go back to study."

"You're telling me to leak that!? Sure, my pissing scene may be worth a look, but I'm just wondering here!?

"Nobody's gonna find any value in your pissing scene!

Princess Ines dyes her cheeks deliberately and rubs her toes and feet together as she becomes her inner crotch. That look sure looks like he's putting up with the bathroom, but I'm not fooled. No, I'm not (...) fooled anymore, to be exact.

"Mostly, how many times have we tried to escape in the same way! Think about why you're a little different!

"I don't have any men who can interrupt the princess's bathroom! This is the most efficient way to escape!

"You admit yourself you're getting away with it! Look, I'll be right back in your room!

I'll catch the princess and strap her on my shoulder soon. It's a waste of princess hugs on this guy.

"Oh, so the princess who tries to escape from the cage is brought into a room with no people"

"Don't worry, I have a proper teacher"

"Well! You want me to spin it for more than one! They're bastards!

Where do you buy that kind of information...

The princess gave it to me and I sigh loudly at the princess, who has a lot of repertoire of lower stories. I don't think His Majesty would give you such a weird book, and anyone of his brothers?

But I don't think the First Prince is so naughty after twenty years. The bottom line is serious and such a book is more likely to burn down as soon as you find it. So you're the second prince? But that one must be managed by Mr. Jean. That guy is closer to a butler than a Kingsguard... What kind of Kingsguard is that?

The princess slipped off her shoulder in an attempt to escape, so she gently recoiled and fixed her position.

A ghoulish and weird voice leaks from the princess, but I don't care. You hit your shoulder on the flank anyway.

"Want a transfer, can't you get it out?

Is there a career change site in this world when you don't benefit your boss? With that in mind, I threw the princess into the tutor's waiting room.

When I returned to the room after a half-day job, there was a knight waiting for me in the room.

Captain, I've been waiting for you.

"Pamira, what's up?

I was in the room with one of the newly assigned women to my unit, Pamira in charge of maintenance.

I worry about the small body, the small animal-like atmosphere, and if I'm okay as a mechanic of strength battles, but that's a fantastic world. You think there's nothing wrong with using the magic of muscle strengthening? Instead, she seems to have her skinny arms active in spaces not available to Mr. O'Rail or Mr. Ritz.

"My old man asked me to come to the hangar."

"In the hangar?

"Looks like the part the captain was asking the craftsmen for arrived, and if we're going to equip it, we need to move the fuselage, right?

"Oh, you mean the new equipment. Copy that. I'm on my way. Go ahead."

"Okay. Okay."

When Pamira salutes Pisces, she rushes out of the room with Statatata. And another knight came in to be replaced.

"Ah, captain. Just fine."

"Cattleya? Hey, what's up?

She's Cattleya. She is also the knight in charge of the new replenishment of our troops. The name and gender are splendidly female, but to the flesh forged as knights, the high height before. And you think it's troubling that men tend to get me wrong because of that look?

These two are newly deployed knights to our troops, but when it comes to why they're both women, it's because our escort is the second princess.

No matter how much you are a natural idiot daughter who likes lower stories, for once you are royal, you need a female knight to guard a place where a man can't just get in. So, Captain Dennis seems to have offered me a convenience.

"We have received a letter from Jakarta's Arnold subordinate directive that the part the captain was asking for has been completed"

"Oh! You're done! That's a lot quicker than I imagined!

I will receive a letter from Cattleya and check the contents as soon as I raise my tension with Cattleya's answer.

That's a letter reporting that the weapon I asked for was completed at the same time I became a Kingsguard. He wanted a live ammunition weapon to be loaded on a dedicated aircraft, so he set up a white feather arrow on Arnold's subordinate command, the developer of the Harmonica pistre. No, it's too nice to be in a position to give instructions to the sub-directive.

It seems that the product I asked for is complete, but if the product is carried outside only to the object, there is a possibility of leakage of information, so it is the contents of whether I can come and get it to Jakarta.

Sure, what I asked for is a delicacy with a lot of skill. When we get that out of Jakarta near the front line, we don't know where we're going to see it. It would be best for me to pick it up directly and gear it up on the spot.

Then I'll have to take my fuselage, but then I won't be able to work as a Kingsguard for Princess Ines.

Shall I talk to Captain Dennis for once?

"What will you do with your reply?

"You can't give it back as soon as you can. Katrea can go back. I have to go to the hangar after this."

"Okay. Speaking of which, Angus said he wants to know where we're having dinner tonight."

If you're getting new gear, it'll take a lot of time to adjust that, and maybe you won't be able to go home today.

"Then tell Angus to carry my share with the maintenance guys to the hangar. Oh, and if you can, with something you can eat in your hand like a sandwich."

"Okay. I'll tell him."

Katrea salutes and leaves the room behind.

I simply cleared the documents that were spreading on my desk and headed to the hangar.

The hangar for Kingsguard is inside the walls. It is co-located in part of the castle garden. Even if it is because it is co-located, its making is solid and the exterior is quite beautiful to get into the royal gaze. If only on the outside, this is a beauty that may seem like a castle annex.

But if you step inside of it, it's no different there than any other hangar. Inside reinforced with iron, catwalk. Various parts are piled up in the corners of the warehouse, and the parts are lifted as the crane gives a whisper.

I came under Mr. O'Rail working on it, reassured for some reason by the sound.

"Mr. O'Rail."

"Captain Erdo, are you finally here?"

"I heard you got the parts."

"I just got it this morning. I can assemble it as I was told, but are you really going to put this on?

He's sitting next to the fuselage with Don. Seeing that, Mr. O'Rail frowns.

I nodded satisfactorily as I looked at the part.

"Yeah, isn't that cool?

"You don't know."

Apparently, my aesthetic feelings can't be shared with Mr. O'Rail.

"That's a shame. You're done assembling parts for now, aren't you?

"Bye. I'm just saying, we're not running a startup experiment, are we? How it works, it doesn't work when it's attached."

"Yes, I will divert the enriched magic fluid (Hymagia Liquid) from the fuselage. In the meantime, please prepare for installation. Where's Mr. Carine?

"I'm already in the process of redrawing the physical operator (sense board). You seem to be struggling."

"Well, things are things."

If new parts were to be attached to the fuselage, it would be necessary to redraw the physical operator (sense board) for adjustment. Then this time, we have to draw in the program in order to move it directly with the fuselage. Simply put, it is a great task.

I've been telling you that it will be driven like this for a long time, so I used to say that I have some basic design, but if I don't actually connect it and move it, I don't know what kind of bug will come out.

"Shall we start mounting? Oh, I thought it would take some time today, 'cause I'm telling Angus to get dinner here."

"Oh, that would help. Lady's rice is delicious!

"Angus is going to make it today! Then I'll do my best!

"I'll do it too. Yikes!

When I heard about Angus's rice, it seemed that Mr. Ritz and Pamira were also motivated by Russia. Well, Angus' rice is delicious. I can eat every day and move to the cockpit while soaking up a bit of superiority.

"Good day, Mr. Carine."

"Captain, this is too tight. I knew there wasn't enough room to draw in the physical operator (sense board)."

"Oh, I knew it"

A complaint came from the opening Mr Carine. Well, that's also what I expected.

The current physical operator (sense board) is located in the shelf at the rear of the cockpit and is only about half the size of a tatami.

And there's already a surprising program drawn in there, and if you try to draw in yet another drive, you just have to draw it in to either sharpen or integrate one or get it confused. In that case, the difficulty of drawing is natural and the incidence of errors and bugs is dramatically higher. No matter how many veterans, they come into the impossible realm.

"I knew it... if you knew, wouldn't you order this unscrupulous?

Gito, I smile back at Mr. Carine for turning my eyes.

"That's it. If it's Mr. Carine's strength, maybe he'll deliver results beyond my imagination. I don't have a problem with that."

"I don't have to worry about being able to do it, but my fatigue builds up steadily. Ha, okay. So if you knew, you'd have to take care of it, right?

"Of course it is. I asked the Commander-in-Chief for another new physical operator (Sense Board)."

That's my solution. If you don't have a place to draw, you can have a new form. It's a method of warfare.

"Another one!? Where are you going to load it?

"That's for new parts, of course. Luckily, there's plenty of room for that one. Besides, the new part to draw in is pretty much about the parts. If you purge it, it won't affect you."

"That's right..."

Once again, there has been a way to load a physical operator (sense board) into a weapon with a harmonica pistol or something. It's not like I haven't heard of it before.

Well, this time I have to draw in so much information that it's not comparable to that one, and I have to synchronize it with the physical operators (sense boards) on the Armunale body, so it's a lot different as an object.

Blah, blah, blah. It's like putting another brains on. I know it's hard to understand, but it's easier that way, okay?

"All you have to do is pay attention to the harmony of the physical operator (sense board). I think it's a lot easier than putting it together."

"Okay, I got it."

"I will also connect the parts now, so you can take your time"

"If you're going to draw a new one, all you have to do is mess with the guy you drew when you conceived it, and it'll be over in half an hour."

"That's amazing. I think fitting the gear will take an hour, so can you please adjust it too?

"Yes, sir. Leave it to me, Captain."

"I'll give you a bonus next time."

"I'm counting on it, Captain!

Yeah, he's a cash guy. I'm sure that bonus will also disappear to the host.

"Well, do you want to start this one?"

Get into the fuselage and activate it.

When I saw the parts shown on the monitor, I accidentally spilled a grin.

It's an iron pole as thick as the torso of an armunale. Now they put me to bed on the ground, but if I stood up, I'd even have about the breast of the fuselage.

That is slowly lifted by Mr. O'Rail's manipulative crane.

"Captain Erdo, can you adjust your position over there?

"Okay. Leave it there."

The iron column, lifted aside, stopped in front of the fuselage.

I reach for the pole and open the upper part of the fuselage that is covered.

"I'll let you in."

"Ooh."

Then slowly insert the left hand of the fuselage into the open mouth.

He disappeared from his wrists to his elbows, into his arms and iron columns, and at the end of the day, his shoulders were completely buried.

Make sure of that, the arm piloted by another member of the maintenance team closes the lid.

Along with the sound connected with Gachan, the left arm of the fuselage became an iron pole as it was. This is the new part I asked for. It's my airframe gear only.

"I'll take the crane off. Because of the center of gravity."

"Yes, go ahead"

At the same time as the sound of the lock coming off, it weighs tremendously on the lever of the gripped left hand. He put his legs out and prevented the fuselage from trying to fall forward with the weight of an iron pole, while forcing it into place.

Slowly lowering the arm, which was stretched horizontally, the bottom of the steel column was about the height of a calf. As planned.

Then raise or lower your arms several times to see if there are any abnormalities in the connection.

"That doesn't sound like a problem."

"Right. See you next time. If it is in that state, the hatch can be opened, closed, and rotated manually. Try to see if there's anything wrong with the movement."

"Yes."

Operate the right hand and grab the handle attached to the iron column. Then, after turning about thirty degrees, there was a guttural sound once.

If you turn it further, you'll see that every thirty degrees there is a mechanism for gatin and locking.

Next, try opening and closing the hatch part.

Originally, it is a mechanism for tuning the physical operator (sense board) and opening it with one button in the cockpit, but I am in the process of having the physical operator (sense board) drawn by Karine now, so I open the hatch manually. This one ran smoothly without getting caught up in anything either.

"Running doesn't seem to be a problem. I'll see if I can get armed."

"Ooh."

Yes, this left arm gear was originally intended to be used as an arsenal.

I often let go of my weapons for only using my right hand in my battle. Because of this, the existing amount of equipment will cause you to quickly disarm.

It was this integrated left arm arsenal that I thought of to solve there.

By planting a number of swords and guns in the hatch installed every thirty degrees, it is the brain-muscle equipment of anything to eliminate weapon drain.

However, it is possible to install additional physical operators (sense boards) in the cavity area, or to store concentrated magic liquids (hi-maggia liquids) there if tanked in the center. In other words, it is an unexpectedly excellent piece of equipment that allows for long runs on its own.

The downside is that your left arm will no longer be available and you won't be able to move as lightly as Baku did, but you didn't originally use your left arm, and it's the concept of this aircraft to push in with the amount of stuff before it runs like that. If you have to, you can also purge.

Initially, I also thought about loading it on my back like a common robot, but on my back I wore it with the cockpit entrance and generator retrieval.

I insert the sword off my hips into the hatch.

When the sword did so, it entered the steel pillar, leaving only the pattern out of the steel pillar. And when the hatch is closed, the pattern is also stored entirely in the iron pole.

Afterwards make sure that all storage spaces are free of abnormalities, and once the fuselage is stopped.

To find out if there are any anomalies caused by running it.

So, if there's no problem, I'm going to insert the physical operator (sense board) that I just finished and try the actual operation.

"Guys! I brought you dinner!

As the maintenance team tried to start inspecting the fuselage, Angus brought several maids to the hangar. In its hands is a basin with a sandwich.

"Oh, you've come to the right place"

I just got a partition, and once I get a break? It'll be working all night today.

"Let's all take a break once. It's gonna be a long night, so eat well."

"Yes."

Give the mechanics instructions, and I'll get out of the fuselage and head to Angus.

"Good day, Eldo."

"Angus is bad, too. Have them bring it."

"Fine. Still, you're in great shape."

"You made it really for me. You can't even move it properly anymore, except me."

Equip and move that heavy pole. If it weren't for manual control, you would run out of fuel quickly due to lack of power, and walking should be a struggle in the first place. Batis and Leon would be able to move it to some extent, but still not when it comes to fighting.

It's such a fuselage, but it's only for me.

"I have to run a lot of trials after this, so I'll be up all night today. Angus needs to go home first."

"Yeah, then I'll have dinner too. Spicy and energetic ones."

"I appreciate it, but don't push it too hard, okay? You're tired of accompanying the princess, aren't you?

The support maid of the Kingsguard shall also be the maid of escort in charge of each. You have to accompany that princess, so you must be pretty tired.

"It's okay. And when I get home, Eldo, I miss you."

That's how Angus turns a blind eye as he dyes his cheeks.

Kuck, these chest moments are a substitute that you'll never get in that stupid princess's bottom story. Rather because of him, Angus' casual tricks look so cute.

I gently kissed Angus' forehead, suppressing the urge to hug him on this occasion.

"Well, then I'm sorry, but I'd also like a night meal."

"Leave it to me! It's delicious!

"Oh, I hope so."

I thought I heard tongue-beating from some of the mechanics scouring the sandwiches I received from the maids, but I dared to ignore them.