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

- There is no friendship between a man and a woman.

It's a story I've heard many times, and I actually thought it was.

I just didn't have the skill to make sure of it.

Well... technically, I didn't have any friends.

Faria Raguntus, a female warrior I met in Titio, the other world that got lost though, told me I was a 'friend' for the first time.

On our adventure journey, we talk silly and laugh and fight from small things. That was all that happened. Men and women, big and small, sage and warrior...

We were so brilliantly opposite to each other, we met with horses wondering why.

The days surrounded by wild inn fires and shared unsavory dried meat overlooking the stars of the heavens. I think it's probably like a treasure that shines in my heart all the way up ahead.

I like Faria.

But that... is laughable from the bottom of our hearts, as trusted friends.

... Well.

Is it because of the lack of sleep that brings up the "good story" that I just turned on the running light, or is it because a friend who wields a big axe to kill a dragon comes after me from behind?

"I warn you as a friend! Marriage to such a young girl is a crime!?

"That's why you're mistaken!

"The pram, the pram! Guru Kekon -!?

People circle their eyes at the sight of a sage running away chased around by a warrior woman waving an axe of war, not sure if it's a training ground or something called a red-haired girl chasing it.

It is already a seed of headache that people are watching with strange eyes the affection of two of Dickamaran's six heroes, the "Sage" and the "Woman Warrior", who were said to be the strongest.

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Me and Pram, and Faria Raguntus, who somehow solved the misunderstanding, reached the walls surrounding the king's capital, Metanostadt.

It seems that the strong walls built to surround the entire Wang capital have been built for five hundred years. The dull colour and the external wall scratches the dragon put on with a brace attack a hundred years ago give it a sense of a long history.

There's strict guard scrutiny to get into the city, but of course we're face passes.

At first, a young soldier who didn't know our faces (albeit a lot older than me) responded with no love, but an older senior flew up and punched the young soldier in the head with a pussy, urging him to go ahead while he lay low.

There are no TVs or internets in this world, so I don't think it's necessary not to know my face, but I want you to know by the color of the robe, embroidery, etc.

We walked through the gates, looking out over the bustling castle towns, to a place where Faria's parents and bridesmaids would wait.

The castle town of Metanostadt, one of the best kingdoms on the continent, is strewn with elaborate cobblestones and splendid paths.

The building has about two floors of stone and fire brick houses, with the roof laid with red or brown barbecued tiles.

Overall, it is exotic but somewhere I miss it, and the city continues to be calm, albeit the capital of the great powers.

People are overflowing with baggage-laden cow cars and pedestrians carrying vegetables and spices. People on the road have different races, varying hair colors and outfits.

At the end of my gaze, a plum in a white piece with a pink cardigan-style costume is just walking around. Redhead and scarlet eyes often stand out.

Looking back at each move, pointing to me, he said, "What is that? -!?" The way he asks is the same as a human child of the same age.

Plum is excited about the big city for the first time. I mean, it's funny how you're so excited that you're still going to turn your eyes.

"Hmm... Greg... Plum, I can't remember..."

"You can't remember all the stalls and food types!

Tension is too high, and on the contrary, I teach a pram that is about to cry.

I'm nagging you to see our exchange, even if Faria is rare.

He looks like a good dad, but leave him alone.

and half-beast girl stopped her leg as she ran past the side of the pram, blinking her big cat eye. And I put my face close, and I thought I smelled sorry, and I smiled, and I ran away again.

"Ha ha, maybe they thought it was a homosexual"

"Ha wow..."

Plum drops the girl off with sparkling and moving eyes, and now she's turning her surprise gaze at me.

This world isn't just inhabited by humans.

Are there half beasts or half elves (although High Elves don't look like boulders) about 10% or 20%?

Finally, I am also a Gentile (...) with rare dark hair and black eyes, but I am not very noticeable in the crowd of Wangdu, where diverse races live mixed together. For this reason, even artificial life forms (homunculus) made from the blood of rare dragon men (draguns) like Pram are not particularly noticeable.

"Are you having fun? Plum."

"It's amazing -! It's so, so much fun -!

When Pram said that, he sparkled his scarlet eyes and moved around with a glimpse of the dizzying waves of people and the fruits lining the colorful stalls.

In the square on a slightly wider street, street performers show off their moves combined with some publicity. Among them, the big ballplayer applauded.

"Ha, wow, oh......!

Instead of his eyes, he opened his mouth wide and his eyes nailed him.

"Plum, you can't go home when you're out of here."

Even if it goes off in a place like this, you get lost and you're in big trouble. When I offered my hand, Plum naturally took my hand.

Soft, hot, feverish fingertips grabbing my palm all the time.

I pulled Pram's hand and started walking slowly. Walk around making sure to lean on the side as well as the big female warrior, Faria.

"Greg, the destination is the central city hall, we'll be walking for a while"

"Oh, I don't mind. Sometimes it's not bad to see the city and walk."

Plum would love that.

As I walked, I asked Faria what she cared about.

"With that said, Faria's father... he was a great guy in Rudens, wasn't he?

"... well, if you say so, yes, for once, it's a chief"

"I think I've heard it before... a chief is a king."

"Ah, ah...... But my father... is trying to entrust my dream to me."

"Dreams...?

"An independent country, a dream."

The grunt was quickly scratched out in the mess.

"To make a country... political marriage... so"

Faria snorts in my words.

Rudens, a brave hunting nation in the North.

It had become one of the dependencies of the Kingdom of Metanostadt in its long history. But this kingdom had exceptionally recognized their autonomy with pride.

Because one of the reasons for this is to produce "resilient, quality" warriors, like Faria.

Historically, it is an unquestionable fact that Loudens' warriors, comparable to ten or even a hundred soldiers, are one of the forces that supported this kingdom of Metanostadt.

"If Phalia is worldly, will she be a princess?"

"I... don't like it"

I don't like the country where the most powerful princess in the world is. I thought I'd say something, but on the boulder, I didn't put that in my mouth.

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... I'm glad I didn't have to, it was a while later.

It's not because I feared Faria's scratch.

"It's my father..."

Father introduced to me by Faria, who looks cuter why than usual.

This is the one room of the guided embassy.

It can be seen that this facility, managed by the Kingdom, would be a public house with beautiful conditioning on marble floors, sculptures on columns and functions as a diplomatic facility.

In front of me is Rudens' chief -, Andrua Sieheid Raguntus.

If you look at that person, everyone will think so.

Because he's like a giant 'ghost' to look up to.

Worn around is a huge horn-growing helmet and dull, glowing gold armor.

No sword, spear, or perhaps magic would even pass through the dragon's burning brace, whose armor creates a robust castle-like force. Wounds everywhere tell the story of that war history.

Beside it seems to be the most powerful weapon of legend passed down from generation to generation to the clan that the Tyrannosaurus (Gigas Dragon) kills (Slayer) and that Faria taught me.

As big as that, Faria's big axe looks like a toy. I mean, the whole length is already bigger than me!

Faria's father, who would wield it - Rudens' chief, Andrua Sieheid's body, is no longer the size of a joke. The exuberant muscles are brisk with blood vessels and tense enough to gently twist the monster, the Eichent Apes, who fought the other day.

Guillotine... and my white eyes pierce me.

My defense, wrapped around so many boundaries, is equal to a piece of paper, I think once again.

The feeling of exposing oneself before an overwhelming storm... would have been since I played against the Demon King.

- Oh, no, no, no, no!?

I set my sights on Faria, begging her to save me.

and a blooming smile.

A formidable female warrior (Faria) appeared only to be a tremendous' daughter '.

- Jeez... I'm not kidding...!?

If I hadn't had the title of "Sage" and the pram of crying on my hip and leaking my pee, I would have run away.

Still, my experience and pride as a wise man excites me.

breathe, forcing you to make a face that doesn't eat anything,

"Nice to meet you, Chief. My name is Grecas."

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Slightly, I snort but answer nothing.

"Father. He's... he's the one I want to introduce."

Yes, all of a sudden!?

also after breaking it down a little, or use your head for a little bit, you muscle woman!

To me, who carelessly gives me a toothpick, Faria says the other way around, 'Look, just follow the meeting!' and complain with a gesture pak.

Nevertheless, I want to get it done quickly, too, and I'll keep my mouth shut.

"Yes... with Mr. Faria... we are in a relationship"

Andrea Ziehyde, wow! And I thought I opened my eyes, Gofa! And he exhaled his fighting breath out of his mouth.

"... good. So............... duel!

"Is..................................!?

I, my head turned white and I seriously lost my word.

Continued