"Wow... it's been hot since this morning, too." If only the clouds would work a little harder, I would be saved."

　Ray muttered, looking up at the sky.
　The blue sky, without a single cloud, seemed to me to be high, high, and simply high.
　The sun rises in such a blue sky, and he asserts himself as if he were never going to.
　It's as if you're silently showing that you're the main character in this summer's sky.
　However, Ray is wearing a dragon robe with the effect of a light air conditioner, so it's quite different compared to other people who do the work...well, that's the difference in working conditions between heaven and hell.

"That's how big it is he. -- the heat won't do you anyhow."

　It was not the Dark Elf Marina... but the Elf's Feelma who replied to Ray's muttering.
　Last night we celebrated our first reunion in a long time at the twilight Wheat House.
　Vihela, who initially had a crush on him, has improved her relationship since she learned that what he feels about Ray is not towards the opposite s*x, but towards his friends.

"Can't you do anything with spirit magic? If things go on like this, there will be people who can't move because of the heat."
"I can't do it, if I have to do something about it with spirit magic, my magic will never catch up with it." Marina, too... right?"
"I'm afraid so,"

　Marina, glanced at by the fierma, says so with a smile, without sweating in spite of the heat.
　It was easy to predict what Marina was doing in the field.
　They use the spirit magic of the wind to create a space that is easy to spend just around them.

"Dear Marina... I'm the only one..."

　In response to the disgruntled feeling, Ray bends his head mysteriously and opens his mouth.

"If you're jealous of Marina's situation, why don't you do the same in your field?"
"I can't,"

　Feelma immediately shakes her head to Ray's question.

"Mr. Marina and I have very different skills in spirit magic. And the magic I have... if I do something like Marina, I think I'll lack magic in my work today."

　Ray nods back to Fiarma's explanation with an air of indifference.
　For Ray, who has enormous magical powers, he has hardly ever experienced a lack of magic.
　Ray's trump card, the Red Armour of the Flame Emperor, consumes a lot of magical power, but he has never been able to exhaust it before.
　You must have understood Ray's feelings. Filma breathes a sigh and looks envious at Ray and Marina.

"A talented man..."
"Lady Ray, Lady Ray, Lady Ray!"

　An old man approaches Ray, interrupting by his words.
　Who it was... When I remembered yesterday, Ray could understand it right away.
　Then a disgusting expression appears on Ray's face.
　Ray's... exactly the old man who saw his death-size skills up close must have developed a strong interest in him.
　Yesterday, too, I approached Ray during the break and tried to talk to him about many things, and even after work, I was still trying to talk to him.
　But maybe because he understood that his persistence wasn't well thought of by Ray, he eventually withdrew in the middle yesterday... but when the date changed, that feeling was reset, and he approached Ray straight.

"Ah... there are many people who are suffering from the heat of the morning, but you're quite well."
"You and others... call me Martz."
"No, I only met you yesterday, didn't I?" What makes you feel so comfortable? -- well, I don't mind calling you by your name."

　Old man... to Martz's words, Ray replies with a slightly obnoxious expression.

"Oh, thank you very much. ... and, you know, What do you think of letting me do with you today as your assistant to Mr. Ray'said he.

　As Martz asks so with his eyes shining brightly, Ray wonders what to do.
　The tone of the conversation was not very old-fashioned when we first met, but rather somewhat rejuvenated.
　Is it Ray's curiosity that inspired him to rejuvenate as a result, or was this the tone he used to use to show dignity?
　I don't know what's going on around there, but I'm sure this tone is easier for Ray to approach.
　It was clear to Ray that Maltz was talking about this for what happened yesterday.
　Ray's skill in topographical manipulation with his death size in hand may have touched the chord for Martz.
　After Ray finished work yesterday, Marina told him that Martz was a well-known earth wizard... and researcher.
　For Martz, Ray's skills in topographical manipulation seemed to have been shocking.
　Since yesterday, he's been following Ray over and over again.
　But fortunately for Ray and unfortunately for Martz, Martz had been properly assigned his place.
　I couldn't leave my area from the first day, so I approached Ray after the break and work...

"What's wrong with your place?"
"Oh, for I had finished it last night,"
"...last night?"

　Ray looks at Martz again with that simple remark.
　It's not particularly strange that the robe he's wearing hasn't changed since yesterday, but it's probably not Ray's imagination that he looks tired.

"Have you been here since yesterday?"
"No, I've been away for a while because I've got a lot of business to do..."
"No, rest better,"

　As expected... or more than expected, Ray muttered weakly.
　It's hard to understand that Maltz doesn't seem to have consumed his magical powers even after working all night.
　It was a little extraordinary that no matter how powerful he was, an ordinary wizard would have been at it all night and still be so energetic, if he had such enormous magical powers as Ray.
　But the secret will soon come to light.

"Who's throwing an empty bottle of water out of this place! And... this is a pot to restore magic! Why, you're going to use it now that the construction is just beginning!"

　The voices of artisans echo around us.
　And Ray, Marina and Fielma were staring at Martz.
　It's because I understood it. Who used the portion?

"Maltz... You..."
"Oh, I saw Lord Ray coming,"

　For some reason, Ray wonders about Martz, who does not seem to be at all offended.

"What's wrong with that part?"
"What's the matter?"
"Isn't he the one who prepared it for this construction?"

　If that is the case, you will be blamed for a lot of things.
　As Ray continued to say so, Martz shook his head and denied it.

"No, no. Of course, this is my own thing. This is what I prepared for this job."
"... well, I'm asking you now, but why are you speaking differently than you did in the beginning?"
"The tone, I suppose, is it because they want to ask Ray to teach them various things." I don't think it's a good idea to talk to the other person in an important way when you ask him to teach you."

　Ray was only a little surprised at the remark.
　You can change your tone to ask your younger self to teach you, but you're still thinking about it, and you're still doing it.
　If you think that Martz is showing that he's serious, there's also a case of magical powers, and you don't have the choice to say no here.
　If this had been the kind of person you would have been able to cut Ray off -- not physically.

"Oh... I see. Are you sure you're done with your work?""Yes. There's no doubt about that."
"…I see. Then I don't have anything particular to teach you, but if you want to go with me, that's fine."
"I see! Thank you."

　After bowing deeply to Ray, Martz immediately leaves him to prepare something.

"Do you like it?"

　Marina asks Ray, but Ray nods back that there is no problem.

"I don't tell you anything about my secret, I'm just looking at it and it's no problem."
"Is that so?"
"Oh, I'm not going to do anything from here. if they understand anything from my appearance, that's fine."

　Feelma, listening to Ray and Marina's conversation, looked a little surprised at Ray.

"Oh, you're very tolerant," I thought it would be more severe."
"... well, if I could have been more overbearing, I would have dealt with it." If that's how they behave, I'll just show them, and I don't mind them."

　That's how Ray, Marina and Fierma talk, and Martz, who seems to have finished his errand, comes to them.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting,"
"No, it hasn't taken much time, and don't worry. ...then I'll take Martz with me. You must be having a hard time today, too, but do your best."

　Since the two are good at spiritual magic, they are expected to create a solid foundation as a preparation for the wall, if not as good as Ray.
　No, it's fair to say that Marina without such a limit is expected to be more than Ray in some respects, compared to Ray with a limit of 1m.
　However, unlike Ray, there is a limit to the number of times because of his magical powers.

"Yes, that, too,"

　Lightly speaking, Ray, Martz, Marina and Fierma head to where they are in charge.

"Well, shall we go?"

　When Martz tells Ray so, Ray nods to it and heads to where he last used his topographical skills yesterday.

"Oh, are you here?" I've been waiting for you!"

　It was the man in charge of this place who happily told me when he saw Ray.
　But when he sees Martz behind Ray, he looks mystified and opens his mouth.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong with that old man? He was a wizard, wasn't he?"

　Martz was the oldest of the earth's wizards, and that's probably why he remembered the craftsman.

"Oh, he's done with everything for today, so he's going to go around with me. ...you said you were done with your work, and that's no problem, is it?"
"Well... well, if you're done with your work, I can't say anything."

　If the work is over, I'll say. The craftsman doesn't say anything more.
　If the mouth alone means that the work is not actually done, Maltz will be penalized later.

(Well...)

　Watching the craftsmanship, Ray looks at Martz next to him.
　If you think that there's no way you'd do that, but you're curious about yourself and your death size, you'd think it's no surprise to do that.

"Anyway, I understand the matter. Anyway, I'm sorry to trouble you, but get to work. It looks like it's going to be hot all day today, and I want to proceed as much as possible while it's cool in the morning."
"All right, then," -- just to make sure that we have to lower the place where it is dug on the ground?"

　It must have been done by magic yesterday. Ray asks, looking at a place about 50 cm but shaped like a large dig through the ground.

"Oh, that will help me, too. When it's over, we'll keep them together again. But it's a tricky magic to be able to move the place no further once it's used."
"Well, yes,"

　Returning his words, Ray takes the death size out of the mistling.
　Seeing it, Martz looks with anticipation, but ... noticing it, Ray puts a death-size stonemate into the ground and invokes his skill.

"Terrain manipulation!"

　At the same time as the words were uttered from Ray's mouth, the ground was transformed into the shape he had envisioned.