The Ruthless Earth Mage (2)

─Clop-clop-clop!

─Rumble-rumble!

The ragtag extermination squad set off on a noisy journey.

The nameless, useless Bronze-rank nobodies only managed to imitate something like discipline for the first ten minutes. Once the long march through the dull scenery dragged on, they started chatting among themselves.

“Golem~ golem~ Lingling's parts~♡”

But Larilura was part of that racket, too.

What the fuck kind of song was that? It wasn't even a marching song. And she was so needlessly good at singing that it was even more absurd. I asked Larilura, who was being held in Lingling No. 3's arms and kicking her legs.

“Can you use golem cores as parts for a puppet?”

“There's a mechanism that draws mana from objects and uses it☆! It's similar to the main core in a standard-issue golem, but its function is simple, so it's easy to make!”

“Ah. Like an emergency engine or something. But still, isn't there no room for something like that in Lingling No. 3's body?”...