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

The request made by Cecily, the most beautiful girl in the village, was unexpected.

- Pick wild strawberries with you... so?

Gokuri......

That means...... date invitations!?

What a super expansion to invite me from her side.

Flag it all up, this is... is my time here!?

"Dede, day...... right? Ha, ha..."

My mouth drooling bumps of unspoken whining.

The original world promises to be creepy.

But I'm like Grecas, the Wise Man, who gathers all my respect.

"Gre...... ma'am?

You noticed how surprised I am that Mr. Cecily is slightly inclined to the neck.

Well, I have to say something thoughtful.

It was me in a hurry with sweat, but nice help boat here.

"Guru, I want to try picking strawberries and plums."

A made-up pram gives a sweet voice when he sees it on my arm.

It's cute to have long scarlet hair wrapped around twin tails, but for me without Lori attributes, dating Cecily in front of me is more important now.

Calm down. I cough up one thing lightly.

Swim your gaze toward the sky you can see from the front door,

"Is it strawberry picking, hmm...... not a bad walk every once in a while this season when the wind is pleasant. I was just thinking of taking a little breath in our pram."

Poom, I put my hand on Pram's head.

"Plum is going too -!

And, I wave up my arms innocently.

"Good!

Mr. Cecily joins hands in front of his chest and smiles a little.

Poor thing. Exactly like a blossoming smile.

Hmmm...... good flow so far.

My generosity and tenderness, and my uncluttered "grass texture," were appealing to me. Favor parameter is rising.

- Me and Cecily laughing while the two of us pick wild strawberries in the bright sun.

I accidentally reached for the same strawberry and my fingertips touched each other.

Care subtly for her white fingertips stabbed with a lizard on a stalk of wild strawberries.

Kuhah...... ugh!

(By the way, the pram is an operation that drives you to the back of the woods by telling you to look for even mushrooms!

"But that. As a matter of fact... there have been demons lately."

"- To?"

"I'm also in trouble in the village... I'd like to go pick wild strawberries, but I can't go alone..."

- Is that it? Isn't that an invitation to a date? Demons? Huh?

My fantasies are crushed, even brittle. Confusing me, Mr. Cecily keeps going.

"I also went to the complaints desk of the King's government, but there are no people who can turn to exterminating low-level demons like going out on the outskirts of the village, with a stiff..."

I bend my eyebrows like Mr. Cecily was outraged. A slightly angry face is also adorable again.

When it comes to the specialties of the village of Fibonocci, where the "Hall of Wise Men" is built, it's like salting mushrooms in jams of wild strawberries and seasonal vegetables.

The men of the village plow the wheat fields, and the women, when they find free time, divide them into woods, and gather fruits similar to strawberries and prunes, and mushrooms, to feed their lives.

If demons were to appear there, they would have trouble affecting their daily lives as well.

Not to mention the Oba union in the village that I always take care of.

"Hmmm... that must be a problem for sure"

I put my hand on my chin and tightened my lips with a strange look.

Was it just me who thought it was a date? Sage should get used to listening to the story to the end. Reflection.

- But seriously. This is more of a......, isn't it a chance?

I'm not used to being alone (?) Rather than being disillusioned on a date, exorcism is a great opportunity to appeal to my charm!

At least because I'm a wise man known as "The Six Heroes of Dickamaran" and I don't get behind low-level grocery monsters like the ones that come around here.

By analogy with the RPG of the original world, I have about 99 levels as a sage.

Exactly. I can't deal with the Tyrannosaurus (Gigas Dragon) class on my own, but I don't feel like losing, even if the average soldier is a struggling opponent.

Nevertheless... I do not possess attack magic, and I lack direct means of attack, even when I am able to defend and disrupt (tease).

I guess it's my job to do some "brain-work" in the last row.

"Well, what's up"

You noticed how I slightly conceived it, Mr. Cecily's poor lips spinning words.

"Um... the village grownups are in the hands of the king's government, but when the kids we keep get rid of them, they're in the middle of it..."

Cecily shrugs her shoulders and laughs with a slightly troubled and ambiguous look.

And a familiar voice was heard from outside the mansion.

"Sage!

"Rio, watch out! A fake sage could come at us!

- No way.

"Ah! No to Io, it's Rio -!

Plum rushes into the garden.

Under the dazzling sun, between the lawn, the clutter wood and the flower bed, the redhead girl heads straight ahead.

On the other side of the front yard where the butterfly dances, beside the gatepost, appeared the twin brothers and sisters of valiant aspirations -

It was Iola and Riola.

"... man"

- It's going to be a hassle.

I sighed and lifted my glasses.

(cont 'd)