The Court Magician Who Had Her Achievements Dismissed and Was a Hobbyist Puppeteer Becomes Extremely Strong--Even if She's Told to Come Back Because Her Workplace Is Struggling, It's More Fun to Expand an Undeveloped Land With Her Childhood Friends… - 35
As soon as Peria’s trio returned, she repaired Golem.
She stroked the armor, looking remorseful as she said, “I’m sorry to push you past your limits.”
There is an armored individual observing Golem.
“Mithril, adamantite, and charge stones…” Perles muttered.
“Lord Perles?” Peria asked.
Their eyes meet.
No—you can probably only guess they did.
As Perles’ looked at Peria, they continued talking in their mysterious voice: “Why do you not use a barrier to reinforce the strength of the joints instead of preventing attacks?”
“Oh, I see what you mean!” Peria said. “In that case, we can increase the strength even with mithril, won’t we? I have to talk to Eris immediately.”
“Adding to that—I have a request for you.”
“What is it?” Peria asked.
“I want you to give me a share of the ogre’s blood,” Perles said. “I wish to attempt to create a new alloy.”
“You’ve got it…!” Peria said. “You’re amazing, aren’t you, Lord Perles? You’re already at the stage of making metals yourself.”
“I am just experimenting, do not have high expectations,” Perles said.
In her heart, Peria thought Perles seemed to be shy.
For certain—they’re clad in metal armor, but they weren’t expressionless.
Another week passed.
A school’s construction was going smoothly.
However, before it was completed, the children gathered in a plaza near the construction site.
“Alright, let’s start with 100 swings. Say this properly, alright? One…! Two…!”
“One…! Two…!” the students cry in unison.
In one section, Finne held a class about swordsmanship.
It wasn’t just kids but also Adventurers participating.
On the other side–
“No-Now then, about the basic magic I taught yesterday…” Les said.
“Wha-What, is, wrong?”
“I can use fire magic now!”
“Is-Is that so…! That’s amazing. Everyone is so amazing. L-Let’s all give it our all, okay?”
Les is holding a magic class.
At first, they were terrified thinking she was a ghost, but soon they realized she was a kind woman, and now the children were completely used to her.
Les herself seems to like taking care of them and finds it rewarding.
Looking at it, there’s no doubt that’s the case.
Peria and Eris sit on an abandoned log and look at the blue sky above the classroom.
As a matter of course, Eris hugged Peria from behind.
“Finne has always been taking good care of others, hasn’t she?” Peria asked.
“She seems to be a strong and strict teacher,” Eris said.
“Ahahaaa, doesn’t it look like that?” Peria said. “Finne is cute, isn’t she?”
“I see what you mean,” Eris said. “She’s still cute even if you put it in air-quotes.”
She gave merciless instruction to the adult Adventurers but was quite kind to the children.
But how did this happen?
It’s because the children gathered on their own after watching Finne train the Adventurers.
But, not every child is interested in swordplay.
Then, from out of nowhere, Les materialized like a ghost and began to teach the rest of the children magic.
“Even like this, it’s still so beautiful, isn’t it?” Ragnar said, making a rare appearance by herself.
As she stood next to Peria, Peria thought she smelled gentle and lovely.
“Huh, you’re not with Lady Latyna”? Peria asked.
“Laytna is selfish, when she gets crazy about her research, she doesn’t want anyone disturbing her work,” Ragnar said with a bitter but still happy smile.
Eris nods knowingly. “Such is life with researchers,” she said.
“You know it as well?” Ragnar asked.
“I know it very well,” Eris said.
The two of them hold each other’s hands firmly.
“I feel like I’m being blamed for some reason…!” Peria cried, unable to ignore the invisible pressure.
“Well, it seems Latyna is with Perles, so I won’t have a chance to catch her attention anyway,” Ragnar said. “I’m so jealous.”
“It’s about the monster blood, isn’t it?” Peria asked. “But, are they okay in just a room like that? I think the Institute back at the royal capital is much better equipped, isn’t it?”
“They seem to be enjoying the lack of resources,” Ragnar said. “Whether or not we return, it probably won’t be about research.”
“What do you mean?” Peria asked, tilting her head in confusion.
Ragnar’s expression grows grim. “Latyna appears to be keeping tabs of the state of the royal capital via the Guild—it seems there’s a lot of friction over Vayn’s case.”
“The death penalty should be fine,” Eris said.
“That’s not what’s going on,” Ragnar said. “I learned this from Latyna, see? Here, take this,” she said as she hands a thin piece of paper to Peria and Eris.
“A flyer?” Peria asked. “A new paradise in the world, a life without the threat of monsters… what is this?” Peria asked. “Is it some kind of suspicious religious cult recruitment?”
“… Kate,” Eris muttered, the grudge clear in her voice.
“Heh?” Ah, seems like it, Kate’s name is signed below!” Peria said. “Kate mentioned she’d recruit people, didn’t she?”
“It seems that it’s mainly distributed in F-rank settlements,” Ragnar said. “Some people have already answered the call, haven’t they?” she said as she looked towards the river, past the planned construction site for the school.
There was a simple shack built there, several muscular men are plowing the ground.
These men were Manning residents—but it was the newly immigrated middle-aged couple who were giving them their orders.
As for the two of them, Kate recruited them personally on the condition they handed over sufficient land because Manning needed experienced people to start farming–
“It seems that this news has reached the ears of the nobles and there are widespread arguments that Manning’s leaders are dangerous,” Ragnar said. “They’re even accusing us of being anarchists trying to destroy society.”
“Hae…” Peria sighed, “those are some amazing people here, aren’t there?”
“No, it’s because of you, Peria,” Eris said.
“Eh, it’s because of me?!” Peria asked.
“Well, I think it’s good,” Ragnar said. “Latyna believes so, as well.”
“It’s not good!” Peria cried, teary-eyed.
Eris stroked her head while saying, “There, there.”
“But, because of all this, we can’t go back even if we wanted to,” Ragnar said, combing her hair as she stared up into the sky.
“Do you want to go back, Ms. Ragnar?” Peria asked.
“I miss the food and the comfortable beds,” Ragnar said.
“Figured as much,” Eris said.
“But if I have Latyna, I can go anywhere,” Ragnar continued, smiling without hesitation.
Eris nodded and went, “Right, right.” before she said, “I can go anywhere so long as I’m with Peria.”
“So it’s the same for you, isn’t it?” Ragnar chirped.
“Yeah, it’s that sort of thing,” Eris said.
The two of them clasp hands again.
“I agree with what you’re saying, but for some reason, I feel left out…!” Peria cried.
The mysterious sense of solidarity made her feel alienated.
Along with the village development, research on the Doppelganger Theory was also progressing.
The “Doppelganger” had been possible thanks to the new type of Core embedded into it.
After analyzing the fragments, the theory became more practical.
The work took place in Terracotta and Marone’s room—there was only a puppet arm placed on the table in the center.
Multiple magic threads stretched from it and connected to Marone’s arm.
When she bends her arms, the puppet’s arm moves with her.
Then, she spread her fingers apart.
The puppet arm] mimicked the movement almost perfectly.
“Ooh,” Peria swooned as she watched and applauded.
Terracotta was also smiling with satisfaction. “Yeah, the accuracy has improved considerably, hasn’t it?”
“Are the threads connected to the human nerves?” Peria asked. “If you don’t do that, it’s difficult to make such a perfect link.”
“At the moment, the sensory feedback coefficient is 150,” Terracotta said, using her index finger to stroke a puppet’s palm.
Marone jumped slightly, squealing, “Hyan…!” Her face now bright red, she said, “Please say something before you touch it…!”
“Ahahaa, sorry, sorry,” Terracotta said.
It seems she just wanted to tickle her.
“Moving forward, it’s possible to lower the value by lowering the accuracy of the mimic, but… if precision in battle is important, we can’t do that,” Terracotta said.
“You need to find some way to lower the feedback while maintaining accuracy,” Marone said.
Terracotta nods in agreement.
The sensory feedback—that is, the puppet’s arm and Marone’s are connected.
Touch the puppet, the sensation will be 1.5 times as strong when it’s transmitted to Marone.
“I can already see the challenges,” Terracotta said. “I think I can get feedback part with a small change in the technique… but, I can only get close to about 100.”
“Even if it’s for combat, it doesn’t make sense to have pain feedback,” Peria said.
“Move too fast and hard and your arm will get torn off—it’ll be incredibly agonizing, won’t it?” Terracotta asked.
“I’d faint from that,” Peria said, shaking as she remembers Golem’s torn leg.
“In some cases, the shock might just end up killing you,” Terracotta said.
“No doubt about that…” Peria said.
If she were around Finne’s level, she would be okay with it—hence, they couldn’t implement this as a control scheme as-is.
A few days later, Terracotta managed to lower the sensory feedback to 100.
It’s still too high to be used for combat but they’ve cleared a hurdle leading to further advancements.
Ultimately, Peria made a prototype puppet with the Doppelganger Control Interface.
It was about 2.5 meters tall.
The shape is much closer to a suit of armor than Golem.
Peria carried it on her back and came near the mine.
She had business there.
Before the entrance of the mine waited the Miner Chief—Apic—and Ulea, who was already acquainted with Peria.
Apic wasn’t good at talking to women around Peria’s age, so he couldn’t speak without roping Ulea every time, but recently he’s gotten used to it and they often meet up in this fashion.
Peria approaches them and says, “Good morni—nn?”
A little girl with a blonde ponytail runs away from the two.
Peria greets them as she silently follows the girl with her eyes.
“Hello, Peria,” Ulea said.
“Who was that girl?” Peria asked.
“Yeah, she seems to be a kid that moved into town recently, she makes me feel nostalgic for some reason,” Ulea replied.
“Heh… what’s her name?” Peria asked.
“Actually, I don’t even know,” Ulea said.
Peria did not recognize her at all.
There shouldn’t be that many immigrants yet, but was she the child of the farmer couple?
“So, Missy, do you want us to use what you’re carrying on your back?” Apic asked.
Peria set it on the ground and said, “Ah, yes.”
“I don’t see you carrying such a heavy thing around like that too often…” Apic muttered.
“This is Mini-Manning No. 1, a prototype mining aid puppet!” Peria said.
Though her face is blank, Ulea is surprised, goes “Ooh…” and gives some applause.
On the other hand, Apic looked at the suit of armor and said, “Can you call something this big ‘Mini’?”
“Fumu…” Peria hummed, putting a hand on her chin as the corners of her mouth lifted up in a smile at their reaction