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

"Your Eminence, a duel is... another joke."

Ha ha, and I try to give a lighter reply as I feel my face pull.

I want to think of anything as a joke.

Where the hell is there a way to meet the world for the first time, meet it, and get to a duel in five minutes?

Before I set foot in this ambassadorial palace, I previewed in advance the history and culture of the brave hunting nation of Rudens, as well as the lineage diagrams leading up to Faria's father, Andrua Sieheid Raguntus.

I will not fail to prepare my knowledge more than to name 'Sage', that is my courtesy.

But there shouldn't have been a rule to suddenly sign up for a duel...?

"- If you have any objections to a wedding arranged by your parents, name it. In the name of Rudens, a goddess who honors love and equality, a parent or pardon will sign up for a duel! … this is the official way to pass it on to my clan"

There it is!?

The sharp gaze of Andrua Sieheid Raguntus is staring at me, as if it were a regulation.

- How intimidating.

A person's gaze is tantamount to a kind of magical attack.

There is something called 'Fly Cancer' in a fight, but that is also a kind of psychic attack by demon eyelids.

Even though I'm a snob, the multiple layers of "Anti-Magic Wall (Firewall)" soften the impact.

Still, I almost frustrate (lottery) the promise and determination to "imitate my lover" with Faria.

"Chi, Father!

By his father, like a huge mass of muscle and armor, he raised a protest as Faria bit.

The color of the eyes is as clear emerald green as Faria's father's. The color of the hair also makes you feel like a parent and child with the same silver color and strong blood connections to each other.

From my father, who lost sight of Faria's voice, I flushed my gaze toward the room, too.

The room we're in is the ambassadorial palace just a short distance from the castle, the central section of the Wang capital Metanostadt.

Desks and chairs are top notch, and marble floors and columns are shiny, as the facilities used by royalties, marquis classes, plenipotentiary ambassadors, etc. in various countries are used as venues for meetings and conferences.

Looking around, the number of columns is sixteen. If you borrow the unit of the original world to describe it, it will be a room about thirty tatami in size.

It's me and Pram and the female warrior Faria who are here right now. It is Andrua Ziehyde, chief of the Rudens of the Giant Han, who is sitting in front of us trying to face it.

At first he had a few offerings, but because the chief wanted time just for his family and ordered people to pay.

"My daughter... this is a legitimate ritual passed down from generation to generation..."

It is surprisingly sweet of her to narrow her wrinkled eyes and deceive her daughter (Faria).

"No! Wow, I don't know those rules!?

"So, I guess. It's one of the wedding arrangements, handed down only to the men of the clan."

Hmmm...... and lowers his brow butt like trouble, stroking his white beard that extended all the way to his chest.

"But!

Falia turns to me like a crying face at the same time as the protest.

It's this way I want to cry...

A cold sweat runs through my forehead.

The tactical information display (tactics) in front of me kept popping up the values analyzed by the auxiliary magic Existence Measurement (status) in front of me.

■ Andrua Zyhide Raguntus

□ HP: 1765

□ MP: 125

□ AP: 520 (when armed: +2500)

□ LV: 99 (Measurement Limit!

The health and combat power of Andrua Sieheid Raguntus, chief of the brave hunting nation Rudens, is off track.

Given that my health value (HP), which I recognize as a brain labor specialist, is about 250 actual measurements, my health is uninterrupted.

I don't know what that means when it comes to combat. What is this? I would die twice if I was born with an Attack (AP) 520.

Besides, the addition of 2500 if you wear a weapon is no longer cheat level.

Like my father, who wields the Great Axe of the Tyrannosaur Killer, who slaughters (hoffs) the Tyrannosaur (Gigas Dragon), known as the most powerful magical creature in the world?

If the sheikh of such gleeful numbers were one of us, wouldn't it have been enough to struggle to die at that Demon King's Castle that he struggled with his former adventure...?

My friend, Faria Laguntus, is amazing, but she looks a little sumptuous in front of her father.

■ Faria Raguntus

□ HP: 812

□ MP: 10

□ AP: 230 (when armed: +800)

□ LV: 74

Here, Pram whispered in tears with a glimmer on my hips.

Where have you been so energetic? It sounds like a mosquito.

"Mr. Grey... Plum... I want to go home -..."

Rarely do I agree, I want to go home too.

"Ah, ah. Be a little more patient. Don't worry, Otona... it sounds hard."

"Ugh... yes..."

"Ooh...? Lord Grecas, what about the child?

Until then, I respond to Andrua Sieheid's voice, which is a different surprise, a little late.

"Yes, my name is Plum, and I smelt artificial life forms (homunculus) by magic."

I answered honestly, with no secrets.

Because I didn't even feel the need to lie.

Being a horrible looking person, but never an evil person, was obvious when you looked at the eyes you poured on Faria.

"Unbelievable... of the lost prehistoric magic civilization..."

Oh, and I rise with a surprising color.

"Look, Plum, say hello"

"... Ugh, hiccup..."

But Plum was frightened by the huge armor, and he was just getting more and more glaring.

"Oh, you don't have to be scared...... haha, see"

Apparently, he smiles, but he's too scared of his muscle-hung mouth.

"Ugh... plum... so sooo..."

"Ooh! Good girl, cute,...... haha!?

"The Sheikh!?

When he wondered if the mighty headman, who stood up well, had screamed, in an instant he turned into a ghostly shape, and immediately blued his face and began to groan.

The plum!? He screamed and dived inside my jacket (robe).

"Father! Your hips are back again when you suddenly move...!

Faria hurriedly hands on her huge father's body, urging him to sit quietly.

"No... Ouch...!? Ha...... Ugh!? There he is!

"Ha, Mother! Father again!

"Damn... you fucking hips! He who interrupts the wedding, etc... if I'm supposed to deal with him... it hurts!?

"My father has back pain..."

"Oh, oh... that's"

Shake your head with the face that Faria told you to do good.

... I have back pain.

I have a hard back that I hurt in the Demon King's Crusade, I add.

From then on, it was very refreshing.

Faria's mother (although I was surprised this was beautiful again) flew out of the next room, scolded her father and made him take off his armor.

I'm too old for that! You've got a bad back! Or something like that makes me drool my head. Neither does that majestic giant chief seem to have a serious head start on his wife.

Plum was relieved, and I was able to say hello properly.

I had my head stroked with huge hands and finally smiled.

I wish I had signed up for a duel, but I can't fight with my hips.

I guess that was the strongest thing when I was younger......

Wouldn't there have been any duel stories while I was watching the Raguntus exchange? and began to have pale expectations.

At that time,

"What kind of noise is that?"

Suddenly a blonde came in wondering if the door to the room had opened in momentum.

The air in the room that was loosening is in a flash.

Faria, who was beside me, was breathing.

The Lord of the Voice was a man like Kamakiri with a bright red robe.

Blonde hair neatly tidied to a thin looking mouth. Eyes in the cold light of a slice length.

Taller than me, but smaller than Faria.

He's a skinny, disgusting man.

The Kamakiri man looked indoors and gave a courtesy to Andrua Sieheid, then sent his gaze to Faria, lifting his mouth to distortion.

"Sir Tingil Hyde -!"

Faria hardens herself. Always bright and luxurious, my friend's face disappears.

Apparently... this is the one called Forgiveness.

But more than that...

- The junction by my magic thread (Magiwire), or interpersonal sensor, did not work.

Enemy bonds stretched all around us, they emerged easily over them.

The robe had an unfamiliar crest on it.

A high-ranking magician?

I use search magic (Gogol) and image retrieval (Gazon) to match the footage.

The search results popped up instantly right in front of me.

- The crest of the magical Kingsguard regiment of Kanlyun Chusung, a country west of the Kingdom of Metanostadt.

The red robe is meant to be at the top of the regiment.

"Oh no, one, I thought the spider was mixed up..."

He started looking at me slowly and frozen.

Continued