Early morning.
Amid the hazy mist, the village awoke beneath the gradually rising warm sun.
Gauss had risen early.
Ever since the Clay Creatures had returned to the village last night, they had been hard at work, felling trees and carrying the smoothed logs to an open space in the village.
They were immensely strong and tireless.
They simply needed a steady supply of mana.
Fortunately, Gauss had plenty of mana, and his mana recovered faster than that of an ordinary Spellcaster, so he could keep them going.
Thus, when the villagers woke early and came to the open space, they stopped in astonishment, staring at the pile of logs stacked like a small mountain.
Some even rubbed their eyes, thinking they were still dreaming.
Through the mist, several towering figures carried logs far larger than themselves, walking step by step toward the village.
At first, the villagers thought they were people.
But they didn't realize until the figures came closer that they were monsters, all the same color!
"Monsters! Are monsters helping us chop down trees?"
Quite a few people instinctively tried to run away.
But Gauss spoke up from nearby and calmed them down.
"Don't worry, everyone. I created these monsters with magic. They won't attack you."
Hearing his voice, the villagers looked up and saw Gauss sitting atop the mountain of logs, looking down over the entire village.
So that was it.
The villagers relaxed as soon as they heard Gauss's explanation.
"Lord Gauss, we'll leave you to it, then."
The ordinary villagers still felt a deep sense of awe toward an important person like Gauss. After greeting him, they scattered.
Gauss merely estimated the number of logs in his head.
Last night, after bringing the people who had been imprisoned on the mountain back to the