Duke Niestol Kirilo Jagus was taken aback after being greeted by the Deformed Golem, Eiji 1.
(...How fluently it speaks...)
"Y-Yes. I am Niestol Kirilo Jagus. I look forward to working with you."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"You said your name was 'Eiji 1,' correct? You speak remarkably well."
"Yes. That is because I was created this way."
"Created this way? What do you mean?"
"Yes. It was done so that I might facilitate smooth communication."
"I see....And what is your intended purpose? What are you capable of?"
"Yes. I was created as a 'general-purpose golem.' I can perform a wide variety of tasks."
"Oho....Can you do cooking?"
"If my body is functional, I can."
"I suppose so....Well then, does it look like he can be repaired?"
The last part was directed toward the Progressers.
"Y-Yes, Your Majesty....It appears this 'Eiji 1' is also capable of technical instruction, so we are currently receiving lessons from him," Lubark Bassi answered.
"Oho, I see. So you are using him to further improve your skills, then. Having ambition is a good thing."
"It is an honor to hear you say so."
"...Now then."
Duke Niestol turned back to face Eiji 1 once more.
"What sort of knowledge can you impart to me?"
"A most convenient question has presented itself. Let us have Eiji 1 offer his counsel one step ahead of Brain."
Adaptability was the core of this operation.
In that regard, Laojun could respond at any given moment.
"...Let me see. Perhaps we should begin with 'maintaining your health'?"
"What?"
"Observing Your Majesty's condition, I perceive causes for concern regarding your health....Does your heartbeat not quicken simply from walking? Do you not suffer palpitations and shortness of breath when ascending stairs or slopes? Do your knees not feel strange or uncomfortable when bending and extending them?"
"...Ugh, nggh... They do..."
"That is, in part, because an excessive amount of fat has accumulated on your body. If you do not improve this, it will shorten your lifespan."
"What did you say?"
"Too much strain is being placed on your heart, and the cartilage in your knee joints is wearing down. Furthermore, you are likely developing disorders in your other internal organs as well."
"Nnngh..."
"If possible, please receive a Diagnose from a trustworthy healer."
"..."
The Duke could not utter a word. He was conflicted over whether he should believe Eiji 1's advice or not.
(Indeed, almost everything he is saying is right on the mark... Is my body truly in an abnormal state...?)
"Mm, very well. Thank you for the advice....Lubark, everyone. I must return now. Continue with your work."
"Understood, Your Majesty."
Concealing his inner agitation as best he could, the Duke departed from the room.
(Damn it! Concerns regarding my health, of all things?! Even though I eat nutritious food every single day!)
The Duke was irritated.
(...That is it. I shall confirm the truth of his words with the magi-brain.)
And so, the Duke headed straight for the magi-brain's chamber.
"Just as expected, he went to confirm with Brain. Everything is going right into our hands."
"Haa, whew... Ugh..."
Duke Niestol Kirilo Jagus let out a quiet groan.
Every time he descended a stair, a dull ache shot through his knees.
Somehow managing to reach the bottom of the stairs, he opened the door and stood before the magi-brain.
"What is your business today?"
"...A while ago, I told you that a golem bearing a resemblance to Try had been discovered, did I not?"
"Indeed."
"I spoke with that golem."
"Oho."
"...And when I did, it told me that my state of health was poor."
"Which means that golem's visual sensors are still functioning, correct?"
"That is how it would seem."
"So, what is it you wish to ask?"
"I want to know whether what that golem said is true or not."
"Hmm, I see. However, I possess no visual sensors....Very well, in that case, let us conduct a medical interview. Will you answer my questions accurately?"
"I will answer what I can."
"Very well....What are your height and weight?"
"My height is 181 centimeters, and my weight... I believe it is over 130 kilograms."
"Severe obesity."
The magi-brain gave an immediate verdict.
"...Is that so?"
"Without a doubt. If your height is 181 centimeters, a healthy body should be around 75 kilograms."
"Se-Seve... 75 kilograms, you say?!"
Having had no idea he was overweight by as much as 60 kilograms, the Duke seemed to receive quite a shock.
"With that weight, your knee joints will be ruined first. Next will be your ankles and hip joints. Your lower back will be ruined as well."
"U-Urrgh..."
Because these words came from the magi-brain, the Duke took them to heart with absolute seriousness.
"There is also a possibility that strain is being placed on your heart. And on your liver and kidneys as well."
"......"
Having been told almost the exact same thing as what Eiji 1 had said, Duke Niestol began to contemplate his own health more earnestly than ever before.
"...Then, what should I do?"
"Lose weight. If you do not reduce your weight to under 100 kilograms at the very least, your lifespan will be shortened."
"...What should I do to achieve that?"
"Dietary limiter. It would be best to begin by reducing your calorie intake. After that, you must exercise to burn calories."
"Even if you say exercise..."
"Swimming would be best to start with. It allows you to exercise without placing strain on joints such as your knees."
"Ohh, I see."
The Duke listened intently with utmost seriousness.