In the eastern part of the Kingdom of Celuloa, in a cold village bordering the Kingdom of Egelea, there lived a Magi Craftsman.

He was formerly the Royal MagiCraftsman of the Kingdom of Celuloa, but he had retired from the life in the royal capital in disgust, and had retired to his birthplace.

He had one apprentice.

He was the son of a distant relative, and when he was in King's Landing, he took him as an apprentice because of his talent.

He had many other apprentices, but few of them became his own, and when he said he was going to retire and move back to his hometown, the boy was the only one who came with him.

The others left because they had families or because they were not good at rural areas, or for some other selfish reason.

Only you are my true disciple.

With these words, he taught the boy everything he knew.

His specialty is golems. Of course, he could make other magical tools, but he was best at making golems.

The Kingdom of Cerroa has long made up for its lack of labor with golems. His skills played a part in this.

His golems were different from those made by others.

<, in other words, they were autonomous.

And . It had three times the output of an ordinary golem. In other words, one Golem could do the work of three. Except for jobs that require numbers.

Finally, <. Even the work golem had a refined form in its ruggedness.

is not an easy thing to achieve, as one is born with a certain sense of beauty, but in terms of <, it is in the realm of technology, so it was possible to teach him that much.

By the time the apprentice boy became a young man, he had passed on almost all of his knowledge and skills to the boy, or rather to the young man.

And the time had come for the gears of fate to mesh.

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"Are you the genius magecraftsman I've heard so much about?

A man stood before the young man. He was about five or six years older than the young man, and looked to be barely over 30.

Who are you?　Who are you?

The young man looked at him suspiciously,

"A messenger from the ancient times, let's say.

The man replied, "A messenger from the ancient times, let's say.

"So?　What do you want with this messenger from the ancient times?

"Wouldn't you like to develop your abilities more and more and use them to your heart's content?"

What?

The man's words were plain, but the word "to the fullest" caught the young man's attention.

"Well, the proof is in the pudding.

The man turned on his heel and walked quickly. It was as if it was natural for the young man to follow him.

He was somewhat annoyed, but his interest was piqued. The young man started to follow the man.

The man led him to an old mansion in the suburbs.

Come in."

The man who turned around for the first time opened the door and invited the young man in.

The young man meets his destiny.

The man who appeared before the young man was a perfect beauty.

What appeared before him was a perfect beauty.

Impeccable in both function and form. No, only one thing.

His left arm was broken.

"This, this is ......."

A girl with golden hair, crimson eyes, porcelain skin.

The young man had never seen such a beautiful automaton.

The girl opened her mouth.

Hello, my name is Elena. Are you the one who can fix my arm?

Even her voice was sweet. The young man was instantly charmed.

For a while, he could only stare into the red eyes of the automaton named Elena, unable to speak.

His reverie was broken by the words of the man who had brought him here.

"Well, can you fix her arm?"

The young man shook his head in silence. I could tell just by looking at him. Right in front of me, Elena is a work of art.

My own, no, I cannot fix her, not yet.

But.

"Someday, I will show you that I can fix it."

These words came out naturally.

The young man had also been captivated by Elena's magic.

The man's words were not a lie.

In the basement of the mansion, there were many never-before-seen magic tools and never-before-heard artifacts.

And books written in an ancient language contained magic and magical techniques that were supposed to have ceased to be handed down in the past.

The young man was astonished, thanked the man, and immediately started researching to improve himself.

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One year, two years, three years.

One year, two years, three years.

Five years, ten years.

More time passed, and the young man became a mature man.

He was not yet ready to fix Elena, but his research was progressing steadily.

"I'm looking forward to it!

Already Elena's movements were smooth. Her joints and muscles had already been repaired.

But the skin and skeleton could not be recreated yet.

I trust you will fix it.

The young man, or rather the mature man, who was told this to his face by the automata who visited him from time to time, continued to work even harder.

He makes dozens and dozens of golem prototypes. In the process, his golem-making skills were further improved.

Golems specialized for combat are commonplace. Some of them even boast nearly twice the performance of conventional golems, which had more than three times the output of conventional golems.

Of particular note is a golem that has the ability to overwrite commands in the control core of the other golem.

And a golem that can temporarily increase its power by more than ten times by using a jewel called Eladolite, which was brought to us in the research process and has a function of amplifying magic power.

And many more.

Not only golems, but also magic-enhanced swords. Shields against magic.

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In between studies, he visited the ruins, removed and studied the relics, and made efforts to get as close to the past as possible.

"Well, this weapon from the past called Gigarth that we found at the ruins seems to have some interesting functions.

The young man is now in the middle of his prime. His energy was high, and the flames of his passion were not waning, but burning even louder.

"Giggles?　It's a failure. He's a low brain with little intelligence, just a rampaging, power-hungry little brain."

From time to time Elena would come to his laboratory to offer advice and criticism.

"But if there are still automata left in the ruins, I want you to destroy them.

"Why?　Why, Elena?

Because they are all inferior to me. I am the one and only automaton. Queen of automata. I was made to be one. The automata that remain in the ruins are rebels who rebelled against me. Please don't leave them behind.

"Okay, I get it."

Several blue-haired automata were found in some ruins, but they were all dismantled according to Elena's request.

The body parts of some of these automata were adapted to Elena's body, and after 20 years, Elena returned to her perfect body.