The next day, right after breakfast, Jin started to improve the golem <. Of course, this was in the presence of Count Kuzma.

The other participating golems are also making final adjustments and checking their operation.

Yesterday, we copied the movement patterns of Lianna, the leader of the second team of the Royal Secret Maids, and transferred this information from the Magi Crystal to Lotte's control core.

The image of this process is similar to that of an OS update or a patch on a personal computer.

"Is this the end?"

asked the Count who had come with us,

"Yes. Count, please activate it.

Count Kuzma then utters the key word, <>. Then he told Lotte to get up,

"Lotte, how are you feeling?"

Jin asks,

"Yes, father. No problem."

Hearing those words, Jin moves to a large place with Lotte. He looks back at the Royal Secret Maids who are following them,

"Okay, then, ...... Lianna, please attack Lotte, even if it's lightly."

"What?"

Jin explains to the wondering Lyanna that Lotte should be able to use the same martial arts as Lyanna.

"Okay, then, I'll go."

Leanna pulls out a dagger from under her skirt. Unlike Laila, she does not cut through the skirt.

Then she suddenly cut at Lotte.

Lotte flicked it with her left hand and stepped forward, aiming her right fist at Lyanna's dove tail. But Lyanna ducked by somersaulting backward.

"Yes, that's fine. Stop Lotte, too."

Jin stopped the two (one and one), saying that it was enough to check their movements since it was not a combat training.

"Mmm, this is great!　Lotte is great, Lyanna, you are also great!"

Count Kuzma, who saw the momentary attack and defense, praised them.

"I'm so embarrassed, sir."

Lianna bowed and moved backward.

"You're good, Squad Leader!"

If it had been me, I would have been hit with that fist.

"Ugh, why didn't he cut her skirt ......?"

The other secret maids of the royal court who were watching also praised Lyanna's moves. One person, however, had a slightly different impression.

"Jin, you're amazing!　That's a very unusual way of doing things!　I wish I could do it too!

Reinhardt said excitedly. Maybe Reinhardt could do it with a little practice, Jin thought.

"But..."

Reinhardt continued in a whisper, lowering his voice.

"But," Reinhard continued in a whisper, lowering his voice, "it's not good to do that in public. Do you know what would happen if I found out that I could read the knowledge of a minister or a general like that?

Jin realized that he had been told that.

In fact, it is impossible to read them when they are resisted, but it is not possible that only those who are willing to make such a discovery.

"Be careful if you don't want to be taken advantage of by the powers that be or be accused of a crime you didn't commit."

Jin thanked Reinhardt for his advice.

* * * *

Just before noon, the Golem garden party finally gets underway.

"Have a nice trip!

Jin and the others are escorted out of the guest house by the Royal Secret Maids. The knight who greeted them led them to the inner palace of the royal castle.

As explained by Count Kuzma, they entered in order from the cabinet members. After the nobles working at the castle, the invited guests, Reinhardt and Erza, entered.

Then came the nobles from the suburbs and the distant nobles, and finally the magecraftsmen, Jin and Bina.

Looking at the faces that entered the hall with them, except for Count Galana's golem, the Magi Craftsman who created <>, and Botes, they were all new to me.

Then, Bina said to me..,

"Oh, sir!

She said.

"Sir?"

"Yes, that's right. Jin, look who just came in. That's Gladia Hampton, the teacher I studied with for two years.

Yes.

The person who had just entered was a middle-aged man of a certain height but of a more conspicuous width.

"I wish I could have greeted him.

I wish I could have greeted you," he muttered to Bina,

"Look, it's almost our turn.

Jin tells her.

Then an attendant called out for Jin and Bina to enter. I looked around and there was no one left. Jin and his friends were literally the last to enter.

"...... Oh!"

All the participants were there in a hall that looked bigger than a gymnasium. No, not all.

"His Majesty Harold Luan Autoclase-Egelea, King of the Kingdom of Egelea!　His Royal Highness the Third Prince Ernest Lilim Andrew!

Finally, His Majesty the King and His Highness the Third Prince entered the room.

The king and a figure that looks like the prince are sitting in the far front of the room.

On either side of them, a group of nobles, some dressed in gold and silver ornamental threads, others in shining jewels, each in their own extravagant attire, were standing in line. Standing beside them, covered with cloth, must be their respective golems.

"Now then, we will celebrate the birthday of the King of Egelea, Harold Ruan Autoclaisse-Egelea, the 3rd Prince of Egelea, Ernest Lilim Andrew, by throwing a party for the Golem!

A woman who seemed to be a facilitator declared the opening of the party in a clear voice, and all the nobles in the room applauded in unison. The nobles clapped in unison.

When the applause stopped, the king raised his left hand. This time, the crowd went quiet as if the water had just hit the floor.

"Good day, my friends! Thank you all for gathering here today for the sake of my child.

Without bowing his head, the king expresses his thanks.

It seems that the king's speech is the same everywhere. Jin was somehow reminded of the principal's speech at the opening or closing ceremony of a school year.

"......That's all from me."

That was the end of it, or so he thought. Then the third prince, today's main character, spoke up.

"Thank you all for coming today. I really appreciate that you brought so many golems because you know how much I like golems.

The third prince is smaller than Jin. He looks like a middle schooler. Jin is listening to the conversation, thinking in his head that he is 13 years old.

"...... The one who brings his favorite golem will be rewarded by the father king. Please look forward to it. Now let's see your golems!

Finally, the long speeches are over, and it seems that the Golem is about to be unveiled.

"Now then, I would like to begin the introduction of those in attendance and the unveiling of the golem.

The facilitator's voice rang out again,

"Prime Minister, Mr. Galuelli!"

An elderly man with a white head stepped forward, put his hand on his left breast, and bowed deeply. And then,

"Golem,<>. The Magi Craftsman is the Magi Craftsman of the Kingdom of Celuloa, Lord Stearina.

With that, Prime Minister Galuelli removes the cloth from the golem standing next to him.

"Oh!

"Beautiful!

"Beautiful!" "Wonderful!"

The hall was abuzz.

What appeared was a crystal-clear golem made entirely of crystal.

It was a female figure with a flowing body line that appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. She was wearing nothing. No, if she was wearing anything, it would have spoiled her beauty.

At her heart is a purple magi device. Her eyes are a fiery crimson. She is beautiful.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ernesto. My name is Ceres.

A voice like rolling bells. Flowing gestures.

And the demonstration was a dance.

Her soft, almost human movements captivated all who watched, and the eyes of the nobles in attendance were riveted on Ceres. Nay, even the king and the prince were transfixed.

"Well, if you can't see the seams, she must be using < to move."

Jin was the only one who was more interested in the structure than in its beauty.

"It's probably not very efficient in terms of magic. But it is a beautiful golem. It is a work of art.

Still, he was not shy about praising its shape. As someone who is not good at design, I envied his sense of design.

The magecraftsman who created Ceres was a woman in her early thirties, or perhaps even late twenties.

She is an intelligent beauty with copper-colored hair down to her back and reddish brown eyes. Her eyes were fixed on her work, Ceres.

When the demonstration was over, the audience burst into applause.

"This is going to make the golem after this look a little hazy, isn't it?

"No, indeed.

"His Majesty's reward will be the Prime Minister.

The nobles whispered to each other in a low voice.