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

"Alright! We're done."

"Wow!? Wow, wow, so awesome!

When I opened the pan lid, the white hot air rose.

Appetizing notes of meat and vanilla appetite.

Make a noise with the goose, which is a sage Grecas specialty, stewed chicken with tomato spicy flavor.

Tomato flavoured soup colours meat reasonably well and the softness with which the fork passes lightly.

The only people in the large kitchen in Sage's Hall are me in aprons and my artificial life form (homunculus) plum in made-up clothes.

The plum divides the long redhead into left and right... so-called twin tails.

This is surprisingly cute.

Regrettably, it's a bump.

Knock... for artificial life forms (homunculus).

It's just noon now.

Let's try to make lunch by hand. It was nice to get to the point where we started on a whim, but we made a fuss without understanding whether it was cooking or alchemy, and it was finally finished.

It's not a ghero dish that suffocates when you taste it, it's properly delicious.

- Perfect! That's me......, that's sage!

Seeing as I almost scream by accident, I decide to gut pose in my heart.

"Mr. Grey is amazing -!

"F... praise me, praise me, I'll feed you in increments of meat"

"Niku! It's meat."

I dismissed the search magic (Gogol) that was popping up in front of me, laughing bitterly at Plum's innocence.

I've never cooked before, by the way.

I just made it exactly as the recipe floated in front of me.

- The Millennium Library (Southant Library) is packed with all knowledge.

History, academia, culture, magic, alchemy, astrology, medicine, art, music….

Approximately all the knowledge of the world that can be considered is enormously accumulated.

Whether it's tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of books, Search Magic Gogol gathers information and displays it right in front of you in seconds.

Exactly cheat magic of knowledge, something like that.

The way you cook, because that's what endlessly exists.

The dish I searched for and chose was "Stewed Tomatoes with Meat".

Cookpads made with magic. That's the way it is.

Bring the dish to the center of the table, which is likely to set up hot air, and divide it into dishes for two.

"Come on... Ha-ha-ha!

"Here, Plum! You're behaving badly!

It's delicious to carry food into your mouth like you can't hear my attention! and Plum rejoices.

- and.

Apparently, someone's here.

Woman......, that's also young.

I have a magic thread (Magiwire) strewn around the mansion.

To put it plainly, we are bound.

And when I say "yarn," there is no entity.

A yarn that exists in a slightly out of phase space, knitted with thought and magic, and the magician knits this to lump the magic formation or manifest the magic.

In my case, advanced knitted yarns are stretched around the mansion, replacing anti-personnel sensors.

"Somebody's here."

"Hmm? Ah... I hear so"

I don't know if the plum is good or can receive signals from the magic yarn (Magiwire), but I think I've detected a visitor.

The plum twin tail quickly rushed out to the front door.

"- Cecili, it's you!

Soon I heard Pram cheering through the front door.

"What!?

- Mr. Cecily?

I also accidentally got up from my chair and dashed to the front door.

It's a waste to leave special visitors to Pram. This is your chance to get closer!

All right, I just want to get to the front door with all my might, but sudden stop at the corner in front.

With an effort and a graceful waist, he said, "I happened to pass by the front door. Anything?" In the face of

"... oh? This is, Mr. Cecily."

Welcome to my mansion. and smiled gracefully showing her white teeth refreshingly.

- I'm kidding.

"Master Sage! Nice day, too."

Ah, a blossoming smile in clumps.

Cecily is sixteen.

She is the daughter of a village chief who occasionally carries food with a plug, bundles beautiful blonde hair behind her, and has an impressive eye for an intelligent slice chief. High call with the best beauty in the village...... my dowry candidate.

By the way, it's the village's 'Ocane Union' that cleans this mansion, laundry, etc. All the part-timers hired by the King's Government.

Plum has been around for the past month, so it doesn't help at all.

Cecily, too, as part of the Ocanese Coalition, cleans all around herself and so on, but the only thing you can do is fire all the aunts in the part, Cecily!... There's no way I can say that.

On a gentle breeze blowing in from the words, there is a sweet scent reminiscent of the flowers of the South.

"Master Sage...... that......, yesterday's sandwich, did it fit your mouth?

"Plum cooks, fugga!?

I plug Plum's mouth and silence Mogamoga and Plum.

Cecily's sandwich turned the plum into the original gelo-flavored stewed dish.

"Oh, oh! Whoa... it was delicious. It tasted so nice."

Hold on to the upset and smile at the gentleman.

I think my mouth is cracking.

"I was so worried that the wise man would eat it."

"All food is a form of love at the hands of men. Thank God and delicious, this gives us another lovely joy..."

Speak meaningfully and fix things you don't even know.

"Ah......! Good. If you were happy, so."

"Ha, I'd love to make it again"

Finally let go of the grown-up pram. Bu, and fudge.

Palms are yodal and sticky!?

"Plum and plum, I like that red strawberry jam -!

- Oh, it sure looks like it was applied between breads...

"Ah... you know, actually... the"

Mr. Cecily tied his hands tightly there, showing a glimmer of hesitation for a moment.

Coming at this hour shouldn't be a meal slip or a cleaning.

You're welcome if you wanted to talk to me, but apparently you don't.

Is there a problem?

"Something... you need to talk to me?

I looked a little serious and asked Mr Cecily.

My eyes, fringed by long lashes, captured me, and my pale red lips trembled like petals.

"That... I want you to go pick wild strawberries with me!

That was an unexpected request.

Continued