Aria Eisen repeatedly gathered and released clumps of dirt, like a child playing with Play-Doh. Her appearance as she constantly muttered unidentifiable spells under her breath and kneaded the soil was so bizarre that Seon-Hyeok could not bear to look. He felt like he was staring at a crazy person.

Even though he wanted to step forth and say something, Seon-Hyeok just watched the mage be engrossed in her work.

After a while, the clump of mud assumed a humanoid form.

Its head was too large, and the lengths of its limbs were all different. The clay doll crafted by Aria Eisen was horribly unattractive and hideous.

“Hm?”

Seon-Hyeok realized that Aria Eisen’s incantations had stopped as he looked at the results of her work. Likewise, the mage’s hands had stopped their busy movements.

Blink. Blink.

When he turned his head, he saw Aria Eisen looking at him, still squatting down on the ground.

“Hm.”

He was momentarily at a loss. 

Should I apologize for entering without authorization? Or maybe reprimand her for ignoring her lord’s call?

“Look.”

Before he could reach a decision, Aria Eisen suddenly lifted up the mud doll from the ground.

“It’s a low-tier arbeiter. It’s a prototype.”

Had she grown attached to it after working on it the entire da...