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

Something stepped over the invisible junction I was expanding around - the magic thread (Magiwire).

Cold and smelly, unpleasant signs. The number is… trisomy.

It is undoubtedly a demon born of the mood of the land, of the starch.

It is coming this way, passing through the Enemy Boundary (Circumference), which was extending to the surrounding twenty Merte (* about twenty meters).

"Iola, Riola. Plus plum. I feel like I'm keeping the picnic for a while."

I told him in as calm a voice as I could.

It is not the enemy that should be most vigilant. It's about panic and disturbance. Because sometimes panic turns into a more terrible reaper than a fighting enemy.

"Cecily, come here!

I saw Riola, who sensed my intentions, take Mr. Cecily's hand, taller than herself, so that she could carry the trunk of the tree and make him stand.

I admire Riola's behavior in ensuring the safety of the blonde girl she admires as her sister first. You're not trained to protect Cecily with a tree trunk on his back.

- A boulder is a crack in brave aspiring brothers and sisters, something like that.

"Master Sage......!?

"Don't worry, Mr. Cecily. I'm going to clean this area a little..."

I showed Cecily, a blonde girl who stiffens herself anxiously, with one eye closed.

I didn't speak well until just now, but my tongue moves smoothly if things change.

Well, who's the brave aspiring brother?

"Rio! I'll take care of Cecily."

When Iola screams from a position about ten mertes away, Riola nods cocklessly.

These two seem to understand each other's thoughts with their hearts and minds, instantly.

Nice...... twins. And so on and so on and so on I thought.

Iola sharpened her eyes, blah! and pull out the dagger that was hanging on his hips, swinging it out.

Around the length of the elbow, the rust appeared to be a used product sleeping in the back of the barn. It's more of a substitute than a weapon for a blow.

"And tentacles! You hide in there!

"Grey! Brother Io tells you to stay hidden.

Leaving the area around your mouth sticky with wild strawberry juice, the plum squeezes your eyes and tilts your neck. Totally plumb asshole. Understand the situation for a moment.

Plum, come to me because it's dangerous.

But I've only ever recognized Iola's behavior as brave. First, shelter the girl. You shouldn't be strong.

The next moment - breaking through the low bushes of wild strawberries, something popped up in momentum.

"Iola, watch out! He's..."

"Damn you for coming - - ahh!? Heh heh heh!?

Iola's mighty scream turned into a scream in the second half.

Blah! Something crushing sounds around.

Liquid splashed around the perimeter of Iola.

The scream that rises behind her - the voice of Riola calling her brother (Iola) 's name echoed around her.

"Kwawawa!? Brother Io. Ahhh!?

Plum also screams in tears and enters the spot.

In the middle of a wild strawberry field that turned into a training ground in an instant I..., jeez, I held my eyebrows between them.

"That's why I tried to tell you to be careful. It's... dirty and stinky."

"Tell me that first, fake sage!... ugh! Peep!"

"Ugh... Don't come over here, okay?

"Hiya! Still a wise man!?

Iola points and screams at its upper body as it is filled with yellow mysterious liquid.

The demon that jumped out of the bush burst into the rusty dagger that Iola had and blew up on her own. Dirty 'Rotten Juice' was sprinkled in abundance.

Of course, Iola doesn't even hurt.

Iola's HP reflected in the presence measurement (status) was only slightly reduced by 1.

There won't be any injuries, but the mental damage of wearing stinky, dirty juice from the head would be greater.

- Pumpkin Head.

The demon known as' Rotten Pumpkin 'is the lowest demon a pumpkin can ever be born of being angry and rotten. The damage caused by the villagers being attacked and the clothes becoming Bechovecho continues unabated. He's just the worst guy for a woman.

"Brother Io, no, Brother Io, no. Aah!

Plum rushes up to me crying and hips.

It may be a slightly irritating occasion for a child. Pretty much a splatter...... this.

"Io!"

Riola screams. Two more yellow chunks were seen popping out of the bush.

Pumpkin heads B and C.

They rush towards me and Riola, or Mr. Cecily.

"Iola! I'm going to defend Mr. Cecily and Riola."

I give instructions to Iola with half a laugh.

"Hello!?

I flinch myself while splashing dirty juice on the yake-fucking-smell, and Iola shakes out her sword and grinds the second pumpkin head b.

The whole body becomes even more juicy with the damp sound of bucha!

"Gee!?

Iola's appearance was in such a state that she could no longer stand the front.

With his face and mouth blocked, Iola seems to be limited to boulders, and my sword aimed at Pumpkin Head C is finally empty.

Even my sister Riola would be able to take them down easily, but it's not sneaky to get the girl's clothes dirty.

Though...... I don't want my hands dirty either.

Above all, the frightened pram has been on my hips since just now.

- Well, what's the matter?

Pumpkin Hetzd jumps a little closer to me, Riola, and Cecily, who stands in fear.

"" Sage!

Cecily and Riola worry about me.

"Grey! It's coming this way -!?

Plum screams in tears. I smile calmly and pound the head of the plum.

"It's okay."

I can't fly flames or give electric shocks or use that kind of magic. That kind of magic is part of the "wizard".

And naturally the fighting is murky. The weapon is heavy too and I don't want to hold it.

I mean, I figured I'd like you to read at the mansion.

And for that reason. I knew this was all I had.

"- Magic Yarn (MagiWire) interferes with the central nerve… MagiHack!"

I'm bah! and momentum protruded his hand toward Pumpkin Head.

- Mr. Cecily, look at my bravery!

I manipulate the invisible yarn, my magic yarn (MagiWire) deployed in phase space, and interfere with the brain center as much as the ear of the pumpkin head (MagiHack).

It is an image that uses the permeability of a magic thread (MagiWire) to send a kind of virus-like magic formula directly into the brain that takes control of the enemy's visual and recognition areas.

It's possible to manipulate enemies and strike each other if you care, or to stop the heart if you care. Of course, it's not that easy to be a superior demon with a magical defense, but if you're this much of an opponent -.

"Return to the soil. Be a good fertilizer."

I'll fix my glasses.

As for the kime dialogue, it is one now, but it seemed to work immensely.

Pumpkinhead C barely walked by my side, thrust in a diagonal direction, and smashed apart as he clashed straight into the trunk of the tree.

Continued