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

- The world is once again overshadowed by 'darkness'.

I rebuke the words that the Cancun blonde sorcerer Tingilhide leaked.

The dream story of "darkness born somewhere in the world" that Riola saw also now makes sense like a puzzle.

And a mystery exists that targets me with a magic thread (MagiWire)...

Hmm.

No, you can't.

I'm sleepy and I can't work my head off.

Looks like you've been up all night yesterday.

Speaking of which, I wasn't feeling well during today's match.

It's bogged down and they take the lead, and even though it's a cover-up (stealth) type, it allows for an ambush of magic thread (Magiwire) ….

Well, okay.

"I made good on my promise to Faria."

I stood up in the swirling arena.

The sun shining from above my head feels so hot.

But the core of the body is cold, cold for whatever reason.

In the blurred and sumptuous corner of his sight, he saw a woman in a big white dress jumping over the audience.

My friend - Faria Raguntus.

What are you in such a hurry for?

Is that it?

... the ground, diagonally?

"Greg!"

I was held tight by a powerful arm.

I hear Faria helped me on the verge of getting my face stuck in the ground.

What... did I almost fall? It's not cool.

"Faria,... I knew you couldn't afford a lack of sleep. It's not good for you."

"Hold on tight. Damn it, Greg is unhealthy in both his body and mind."

"Oh... especially today.... Since when have you noticed?

"From the beginning."

That's Faria, and I laughed.

"I owe it to you that I haven't slept in two days."

"... then, instead of thanking you"

A friend's face with a relief look looks down at me softly.

The silver hair bearing the sun shines like a thread of light and the emerald-colored eyes smile gently.

and

My body was wrapped in a fluffy sensation.

A floating sensation and a soft, comfortable feeling of "punning" that adheres to the half of the body. This... of distant memories held by my mother...

No, no, no!

You can't!?

"Hey! Ohh... get it done!

"Deception, sick man. Unfortunately, I can't use healing magic. We're going to the infirmary."

I... the princess was holding me.

The cheer that wraps the entire arena makes another sound.

It's a whistle of laughter and chill and a blessing and.

"You won't be able to get out of public tomorrow."

"Ha ha, I guess I'll be pulling into the mansion tomorrow anyway? Same thing."

"You."

Warm applause and cheer gather for Faria and me leaving the arena.

Cecily, who looked in the corner of her sight, and Iola and Riola are all aligned and half-eyed, distorting their lips to the shape of △ and sending me a damp gaze.

Mr. Cecily...... don't look at me like that.

Wasn't Iola respecting me?

Only Riola...... so why are you looking away!?

"Owata...... Me"

"That sounds like a serious illness to me, doesn't it?

"Greg, it's okay -! Cuddle...... I want you to plum, plum -!

A pram with his fingers crossed will follow later.

Faria laughed, too, oh fine! and laugh luxuriously.

It's kind of sleepy - now... I just want to stay like this for a bit longer.

I closed my eyes gently.

"Thanks, Greg"

Faria's gentle whisper was so good in her ear.

My victory over the duel will crush the dream that the people of Rudens will be independent.

He beat up Cancun's Tingil Hyde, who promised Ludens Independence in exchange for an evil price, before he was completely skinless.

I refreshed, but the heart of the chief Andrua Sieheid Raguntus, the father of Faria, would be complicated. Because I missed independence, which is a long-standing dream.

But now that I've seen Faria smile, I can tell you with my chest up.

- I fought for a friend.

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".................. ma..."

The breeze gently strokes my cheeks.

"... Greg...!

I woke up with Plum's bounced voice.

When I open my eyes, the wood leakage day is glowing with glitter carving rhythm.

This is on a hill a little further from my mansion.

The scent of pasture, the sweet scent of soil and grass flowers is carried into the wind.

At the root of the tree I seemed utter.

If you look around, the streets stretch north.

A few days had passed since the duel in the arena.

I was transported to the infirmary that day for about half a day and recovered quickly.

The doctor said it was just fatigue.

The battle in the big audience, which is certainly flaming with lack of sleep and unfamiliar with it, seemed to shred my strength more than I could imagine.

Failure to use tactical information display (tactics) was a failure.

However, an autonomous drive formula (appct) that allows you and your opponent to monitor their health, magic, and state in real time is my tiger child.

Magicians and magicians from all over the country, they will all be interested in my magic.

I didn't want to expose my hands to the murmur.

That's why I used a level of manipulation that I don't understand with a wizard in line.

"Mr. Grey, look at this -...!

"Plum... what's wrong, that flower Kanmuri"

"Eh heh... Sister Faria told me."

"Faria...?

I woke up.

Plum is putting a flower wheel on his head with a fuzzy grin.

Long, glossy redhead with good white flowers.

It's a round, crowned field flower that resembles a renge.

I search for flowers that I don't even know their names by Search Magic (Gogol) Image Search (Gazon).

-Linel. Flower words are hidden thoughts.

"Is it beautiful -?

"Ah......, ah. It's beautiful."

and.

I noticed the same thing on my head.

Leaning his neck, he fell over his parsley and chest.

"Is this what Pram did?

"No, I'm not. - I'm your sister Faria... but"

"Did you go?

"Yes..."

Looking lonely, Plum looks to the streets extending north.

Right, he's gone?

Faria traveled to her hometown in Rudens.

Rudens' homeland lies ahead of the Remxos Mountains in the north.

It's just a journey to send that giant father with a bad back and a line of mothers.

I was going to drop him off, and he fell asleep reading the book here.

"Greg, are you lonely...?"

Pram asks with a small neck.

"No, nothing."

I snorted.

"Sister Faria, she seemed lonely..."

I'll put the flowers Kanmura left behind by Faria on my head.

Sweet aromas flutter.

"I'll see you soon anyway, because we're friends!

"Are you Tomodachi -... so... Sister Faria... have a chu"

"Huh?"

"Oh, this is himitsu -...!

As I ran out and leaned my neck against the plum that began to chase the chow around, I stood up and looked in the north direction.

- Faria.

I kept dropping off friends I couldn't possibly see.

< Chapter 3, End >