The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

The gorgeous Wang capital - off the west of Metanostadt, my mansion is built in the sprawling rural landscape of the wheat fields.

The mansion, which has such tastes as the residence of a local lord, is commonly known as the House of the Wise.

It's a name without hineri, but that's what the villagers call it, so I can't help it.

On a wall painted with white lacquer, the appearance of a red roof tile shows a small but interesting standing, beautifully harmonious to the surrounding rural landscape.

The grounds are surrounded by stone walls about the back length and are quite large.

On the outside of the stone walls there is a beautiful stream, and an old stone bridge is erected, beyond which the small houses are connected so that the paths to which the neighboring villagers go sew between the fields.

noon with puffy white clouds floating in the blue sky.

It's time for free madams to blossom into public discourse in the village square.

The other day, in the village square, about half an hour's walk from here, I heard rumors about Madame and the others. I didn't eavesdrop on anything, but I had to because I was taking a walk at the end of the shopping trip and it got in my ear.

"Master Grecas, the wise man, is in trouble alone."

"But the village chief's house is supported by the king's government, and he carries meals and cleans them to the wise."

'Alas, that would be a relief!

"Besides... rumor has it that a young maid is taking care of herself"

"Nma!? Master Sage is young, isn't he? That means holla...... hey '

'Oh!' 'Nwell!?

"Mm-hmm!?

I remember that, and one gets stuffy in the study.

Seems like someone with a heart disease from the side, but in fact, such rumors are spreading among the madams in the village.

- It was a failure to ask that asshole (Plum) to buy it out...

"What did he say in the village...?

I glance back into the mansion yard with bitter thoughts.

"Shit! It's the first one!

A scarlet haired girl runs among the trees in the wide garden that stretches beneath her eyes. It's the plum of the artificial life form (Homunculus) I created.

Apparently, he's chasing butterflies around the brain weather.

He goes around and chases him around, and he falls right over.

I don't mind my troubles, but the weather is fine.

The view from this upstairs study, which is my favorite, is pretty good.

First, you'll see a wide garden planted with broad-leaved trees that provide cool shade.

Designed to take advantage of the original nature, the garden even takes into account the sheer consideration that seasonal flowers can enjoy.

Probably the work of a first-class gardener held by the royal castle, but so far the care seems to have been arranged by the king's government for everything.

If you turn your eyes further afield, what a pastoral landscape there is to balance the wheat fields that continue to the horizon with the trees that make shade. Like a cotton cloud floating in the blue sky makes me feel like I'm looking at a single painting.

On a day as beautiful as today, you can admire the spires of the royal castle of Metanostadt in White Asia far away. It is the castle inhabited by King Methanostat, who governs most of the continent.

I liked my life here a lot.

Spend a day relaxing and reading, and occasionally spending some time reading books in Search Magic (GOAL) that are also a hassle to borrow.

It's not a bad day to cheek up a meal delivered by the village service person if you're hungry, and to have a pram that sometimes follows you twitching when you're a hippo.

I was completely accustomed to a lazy life in hiding.

The brave men and swordsmen who were among the "Six Heroes" seem to have such a peaceful life that they don't suit their sexuality, and they travel casually while making less difficult quests like hunting for secret treasures and exorcising evil deputies without me.

Monks and wizards who were friends have heard that they are in the King's Capital just around the corner, but have not been particularly contacted in the past three months.

"Where are they now..."

I was just starting to feel a little lonely.

There should have been no more adventures left in a world where the Demon King disappeared, a peaceful world with a happy ending.

As I turned my gaze away at the King's capital, which I could see far away, and I was lost in emotion, Plum jumped in momentum with the footsteps that I was exhausted.

"Grey, Grey, Grey! Customer!?

"So at least knock."

I have privacy too...

"A customer is waiting for you in the front door -"

"Customer? Who...?

It is rare for guests to come.

I tilted my neck.

Though they have become famous, there are not many people who come to visit.

It's not that I don't have the desire or the aura to attract people. The king's government turned a blind eye and said, "The wise man is resting. As long as it's not for the fire, stay away from it".

Speaking of visiting people because of this, it belongs to the village aunt union for cleaning laundry, dining, and about Cecily, the village chief's daughter.

By the way, Mr. Celissy is sixteen. Flowers are also shameful. Whatever you call them at your age, they are highly female. He is the 'most beautiful woman in the village' with long, beautiful blonde hair tied behind him and an impressive cut eye.

Yesterday, he brought me a handmade sandwich, and the plum made it a gello-flavored stew.

I'd like to be close if I could, but why do you always get away with that in such a way as' I don't know how to talk to a wise man... hell '?

"Mr. Grey? We have two customers."

"... two? What kind of customers?

I asked Pram.

Plum frowned as if he was lifting his lips with his fingertips, even in a difficult formula, hmm? and one breath.

"With a boy... it's a girl -!

Plumb has a weak memory, so he has to listen to his heart all the time to forget the requirements on his way to this room from the front door.

My failing artificial life form is undeniably brain miso clueless. I'm also responsible for being an asshole's daughter.

I can only recall that two guests have arrived, but I can't seem to hear any more.

"Boy...... and girl? A village kid, I guess? Well... with our guests, we have to welcome them."

"It's fast -!

I rushed to the front door, pulled by the plum.

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"You're the sage Grecas!?

"Io! You're so rude all of a sudden!

Pepper!

"Ouch!? What the hell, Rio!

A boy with a sudden head snapped eats at the girl who beat him.

What? Skipping cancer with the staring girl, the fight is about to start.

"Um... what about you guys?

In front of the front door, Pram was right, and two guests were waiting for me.

I barely cut myself out, distracted by the two dimensions.

"" -Ah!?

Ha, when the two of them correct their posture in an appearance, they raise their voices at the same time.

"I'm Iola!

"Shh, sorry...... My name is Riola."

Boy - a boy who named himself Iola, only good health is a handle on things like that.

Girl - The girl you named Riola is a calm girl with thoughtful eyes.

Both of us dress one head bigger than a pram. Would you be about twelve or thirteen years old?

"Uh... are you brothers and sisters?

"Yes, I'm your brother!

Bishi! Thumbs up vigorously.

"Unwillingly...... This is my sister Riola."

Pepper, and bow your head behaving.

The two visitors are apparently 'brothers and sisters'. Besides, they're twins, no matter what.

Double eyelid tinted eyes on an adorable face that leaves you young. The hair looks rusty and soft chestnut color, which seems to be a common specification between the two.

Iola's hair is short, and Riola is long enough to wear on her shoulders... and other than that, if she changes her hair, she won't know which one? So much alike, well, how cute.

"I'm Grecas, what the hell can I do for you?

I asked slowly and in a gentle tone.

Ji's image is common in the world when it comes to sage. Something tells me that Russia can't believe I'm a wise man just because I'm young.

The two of them who had visited me looked stunned when they saw my face, but raised their voices softly when they wondered if Iola had taken a step forward like she had regained her mind.

"Sage, make me... brave!

"... Huh?

I lifted my glasses at my fingertips to an offer that didn't suddenly clap.

Continued