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

"Isn't that Faria! You came for me!?

"Well... I've come a long way"

I ran over to the woman warrior, who had a surprisingly pathetic grin when he saw her laughing in that face, and grabbed the armor of her ally, Faria, and rocked it with gassi.

It doesn't really work even if I try to shake it.

Because Faria has a bigger head than me.

From the side, it would look like adults have kids stranded on them.

Deep ocean-like emerald-colored eyes characteristic of the people of Rudens, the brave hunting nation of the North, dwell in gentle light.

The sudden visitor to my mansion was Faria Raguntus, a warrior who made him one of the six heroes of Dicamaran and headed the 'avant-garde'.

He is a brave warrior who has always been at the head of the battle with the brave Ergonaut Rical in his former crusade to the Demon King.

I don't know how many times Faria helped me.

When I started my adventure journey, they even said, "The man closest to death," and Faria saved me more than once, just a line of baggage for the brave.

I will never forget that in the battle against the enemy he sheltered me, even though he was hurt, and in the extremely cold ice fields he lent me his own cloak.

It was also Falia who most happily admitted to me that time had eventually begun to call me the 'Sage' by the power of search magic (Ghor).

He looks masculine and horrible, but the roots are so sweet... he's a good guy.

But Phalia, now in front of him, whose armor wrapped around his flexible body was full of scratches, and his body and face were as dirty as they had fought to this day.

My proud silver hair is also thinly dirty, somehow its...

"... you smell like a warrior. I mean... don't stink, blood, mud and... sweat."

"Nah, what!? Is that true!?

"Well, it smells nostalgic"

"Ugh, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Faria blushed her face to the point where it was about to boil, and as she held my neck in, she began to grind through the top of her head with a giant fist.

"Guh!? It hurt!

Its power is not strong and challenging without jokes. You're really gonna get your brain exposed!?

But...... bad.

This is kind of normal...... I'm glad.

I forgot I was a wise man and honestly felt happy to be reunited with my old friends.

This is how the people I once traveled with visited me.

"Greg... who is that one?

In the shade of a tree, a pimple, and a long redhead hide.

Plum peeks at this one with an anxious face.

I can't help it. I'm trying to hold my neck down and make a decision. It's the biggest woman I can look up to from a pram.

"And don't worry, get out. My... friend!

"But it seems to creep -..."

Is it unconvincing to say it with your neck strangled by bitterness?

"Look, I told you before, you're one of Dickamaran's six heroes."

"Grey's... Together...?

Fear, and so on, plums appear out of the shade of a tree.

Sleepy little girl - the scarlet eyes of the plastic of an artificial life form (homunksl) flash.

"Grecas...... what about this kid?

"Oh... I built it"

"Huh!?

It was Falia who leaked the surprise.

"What... ah!? Yeah, yeah, yeah!? Liar......"

It is awkward as Faria blacks and whites her eyes. He's walking away from me, pointing at Plum and me alternately, as if he were lying back.

Too surprised.

Well, Daiwa, you must be mistaken that it's my kid or something.

It doesn't leak into a warrior's example, it's made of muscle in your head.

"Plum, it's plum..."

"Oh... I'm... you know, my dad's, my friend's... Faria Raguntus."

... I knew it.

You're mistaken. Well, as you can imagine.

I'll fix the glasses.

"Well... let's talk more inside the mansion. What about dinner or something?

"No, okay!? Yeah, but it's annoying...

"What are you saying? Is that annoying?"

"So..."

"Let's have dinner and talk a lot"

"Ah!"

Faria smiles a luxurious, unadorned grin.

I wanted to talk without being tough, too. Naturally, in your own language.

After that adventure, recent events.

If you looked around, the afternoon sun was leaning a lot.

It's a long way from here to Wang Cheng. If Faria returns to the king's capital like this, it will be night by the time she arrives.

Well, just because it's getting dark, there's no way the strongest female warrior is in danger.

Anyway, you can have dinner at the mansion today. I feel like talking to you today.

Faria gives a hand to the little pram with a grin that draws her to Katikochi.

Apparently, the gesture of intent to shake hands, but seeing that palm of hand that seemed to be able to wash all of Plum's face into a full wash, Pfft - and I smiled brightly,

"If you're Greg's friend, this... I'll give it to you!

"Hmm...? Oh... there is..."

Place a few black crushes on Faria's palm.

It's a pram treasure, a dangoose that was whisked back in the garden until just now.

"Gyawwwwwwww!?

Faria ran straight out screaming. Silly! and not a metaphor or anything, it really breaks the stone walls down into human shapes and finally stops.

Plum kept his eyes round and his mouth open for too many events.

... Speaking of which, Faria couldn't have worms.

Even on an adventurous journey, when it came to fighting insect-shaped demons, I remember forming further behind me and shaking my rattles.

The diagram of a big female warrior trembling in tears is quite hilarious.

And can't it be dandruff? What the hell kind of trauma is that?

"Oh!? Are you a customer, wise man?

"Well... but you're kind of a dirty customer"

"I cleaned the corners, but I don't need to get dirty..."

The Oba Coalition glances through the window of Doyadhya and the Mansion and says whatever it wants.

I cough one up, and as the lord of the mansion, with a majestic voice,

"I'm a dear friend of mine... but I'm thinking we could even have dinner together. Me and Plum, and I was wondering if you could have her share, too?

and give instructions to treat them politely.

"Alama!? Or is she?

"Well! This is tough! Dinner service! Tome's getting ready for the bath!

"Aye!

Bishibishi moving oba coalition.

I don't know what it is, but their energy is amazing at times like this.

I know you just want to turn it into a rumor tare later, but it really helps.

By the way, Faria is really a friend over gender and stuff like that.

"Guests! No matter how many sage friends you have, you can't afford a mansion like that!

"No... this is the right armor to pass on to my clan..."

Oba's momentum pushed me, and the servant female warrior wandered.

"I don't know if it's a good idea, but what's so good about it? What are you gonna do with a woman bloody and muddy!?

"Oh, no, that,... yes"

"If you know what I mean, just come!

Faria, the six heroes, is drawn to Oba and the others and taken to the bathroom next to the mansion.

"G...... gray please -?

Faria begs you to save her, but I'll wave you with half a laugh. You should get some dirt off your journey.

Well, let's just say we leave it to Oba and the others later.

I slapped him on the shoulder. -;

"Mr. Grey, did you hate that one, Dangobee?

Plum pulled the hem of my sage robe.

"Oh... right"

"I didn't know..."

You look like you're in trouble, staring at my face.

Do you think they're gonna piss you off?

He's squeezing the hem of the piece he just got, with his hand.

"That guy looks strong and he's afraid of bugs. Don't worry about it, I'm sure you're not mad."

"Really? -..."

Plum lowers his chest like he was relieved by my smile.

"Well, let's all have dinner together."

"Yes it is -!

But Pram looks at my face strangely.

... what?

"Master Grey, what's" papa "... what is it?

"Huh...?

Continued