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

"Grey! Look at that."

"... but?

I woke up with a girl's voice that bounced.

Apparently, he was uttering on the sofa in the study while reading the book.

Turning aside the moldy old book that was worn over his face, there was the face of the pram that sparkled his scarlet eyes in front of him.

Long redhead strokes my face and is itchy because it peeps from the top.

"Are you keeping -?

"Sleeping..."

"I'm keeping it, Greg."

Damn, I laugh fun.

The number of days the plasm of the artificial life form (Homunculus) survived was approaching forty days.

A imitation of a girl who goes beyond her design life of three days and continues to live.

The expression is sometimes richer than human and often confusing.

A few days had passed since the monster crusade outside the village, and Plum was feeling completely better.

Even the day after that, mixed in with the 'Auntie Union' responsible for cleaning and laundry the mansion, Mr. Cecily appeared before me with the usual smile.

There was nothing unusual about the condition, and Plum's heart, with a slightly frightened look, seemed completely undone with sweet handmade treats.

"Sister Cecili," Pram calls a beautiful blonde blue-eyed girl.

I guess it was another person in the woods who used magic thread (Magiwire) to manipulate monkeys. Doubt still kept tickling in me, but before that angel's smile, I didn't care about that anymore.

"Look - I got some new clothes. - Okay?

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and the plum twirled around beside my couch to show it.

A simple but cute piece of line with a decorative waistband.

And a floral cardigan-style costume that weaves feathers from above.

It's a costume for a horse. Well, cute.

"... what's going on, it"

"Oba gave it to me -!

The gathering of village housewives occasionally burns the care of the prams as well. Apparently, someone's daughter's back down.

"Uhm... at least thank you"

And with an obnoxious laugh, a few village ocans came into my study with dokadoka.

On your hands, a bucket, and a rag.

"Sage! Cleaning, cleaning! Oh, Plum's clothes, aren't they cute? It's the clothes of Mr. Angormo and his granddaughter, and this is your masterpiece again. When I tried to sell it off because I bought it but I couldn't wear it because I was too fat for the play, the butt part was torn, gahaha, I tried it on once - because I couldn't, so Hola, Weola and this wife sewed it up and connected it and said it was just fine for Plum -"

"Yes, yes, thank you, thank you later..."

Awesome machine gun talk gave me barometric pressure and I held the book aside and dispersed mode.

"But... living alone with a man... it smells good."

"Gahahahaha! Ma'am, I don't want to upset you"

"Shh, ha... oh, my God, really, duhohohohohohohohoho"

No. He and the others......

Really, can't they all be fired?

I just wish Cecily would come alone...

"Pram, are you sleeping alone?

One of the wives asks, stroking Pram's head.

"I'm asleep all the time -!

Plum replies confidently, eh, but all the time.

"Oh, hey..."

But the other wives couldn't have missed hearing it, and eat it up in Russia. It's the footage itself when we throw raw meat into the sea of sharks.

"Oh, Pram's just a kid, so you miss him, don't you?

"No, Pram likes Grey."

"Oh well... with the wise man?

"Every day, I'm goo-goo."

Innocent answer plum.

- Enough, don't talk any more!

"As it is, well... I knew the wise man was young..."

Really!? and the other ocans face to face.

I detected signs that the story was going to flow in a strange direction, and I,

"Ha ha... when Pram can't sleep at night, he's making me read the book."

"It is -! Master Grey is amazing."

Ooh... Okay, good flow.

"Well, what's awesome?

"'Cause there's a white thread out there that's puffy."

"- Huh!?

"-Ma."

"Ah..."

In an instant, the air on the field freezes.

Plum is decent without knowing what happened.

Let me tell you without misunderstanding, white yarn is the magic yarn (MagiWire) that I manipulate. Unlike just humans, Plum somehow sees this magical thread.

But as it is, it ends as a wise man, and before that as a human being.

"No, that! It's me, magic......, yes! I'm touring magic workouts... and Pram is taking it..."

I'm bah! and show them by posing to stick their hands out.

There's a lot going on at the end of my hand.

"Ah......! Ahhhhh! Oh, my God, I..."

"So, right? I'm ready too... Duhohohohohoho"

The Ocanese coalition also looked at each other in a howling manner at the boulders.

How awkward.

I want to believe that the misunderstanding has been solved, but as the Ocanese Coalition, which had blossomed into a sudden silly tale until now, for some reason began to shivers and sweep silently, I couldn't wait to jump out of the room.

Without even knowing my mind, Plum comes after me innocently.

"Guru, where are you going? I'm going to the plum too."

"Leave me alone!

I took to the mansion yard in tears for a moment.

◇

Far west of Wangdu-Metanostadt, my mansion is built in a countryside where houses are like pompous between wheat fields.

Surrounded by stone walls, my mansion looks like a local lord's mansion at first glance, but contains thousands of books and magical tools.

In a well-maintained corner of the garden, I spread the book and started reading.

Spend an elegant moment sitting on a white bench set in the shade of a large vertebrate tree.

Plum never gets tired of it, looking for bugs in the corners of the garden.

The boom now looks like a dango bug.

What I'm reading now, by the way, is a book of prophecies drawn eight hundred years ago by the great prophet Muduge Thorn.

The name of "The Six Heroes of Dickamaran" doesn't come up, but there are several meaningful four-line poems that can be taken as such depending on how you read them.

- Six hopes, only slight peace will come to the world

Eventually the forbidder, the gatekeeper of the king's capital, the seventh key

The light will gather again when the heavenly god blows the trumpet of the march

Until he that dwelt in the starch disturbed the line

It seems like some kind of allusion, and it simply looks like a middle two paranoid line as well.

Honestly, I think I can write this.

At that time, let them know that someone has stepped over the junction - the magic thread (Magiwire) - that stretched around the mansion.

Apparently... someone's here.

"Ah... ah!

And by accident, I'm about to get rid of the book. Stand up as a hack and gaze.

Nostalgic, signs you can't possibly forget.

This... yes, definitely.

When the armor rubbed, the sound and the sound of stepping on the ground were clearly found approaching from outside the mansion.

"Long time no see! Sage...... Grecas!

It was a big female warrior who appeared with a tense, well-traveled voice.

In a well-carved deep face, emerald-colored eyes that dwell on a strong will, and loosely wavy silver hair.

An overwhelming presence of what you see and a huge axe on your back tells the story of its combat power.

Its whole body covered with muscle is as beautiful as a beautiful sculpture. And it is accompanied by a tender femininity with a large, swollen chest and a creased lower back in conflict with strength.

"Faria Raguntus......!

The armor, with its emphasis on movement and scraped to a minimum, was thinly dirty, with traces of blood and mud creeping in, as if fighting until now.

- One of Dickamaran's six heroes. The user of the giant Dragon Killer Battle Axe (Battle Axe).

Faria Raguntus, the strongest female warrior.

And my... best friend (...).

Continued