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

I'm looking at a new feature of tactical information display (tactics) that comes in front of me, "Video Relay (Real Live)."

We had breakfast while sleeping in the study and watching the prams.

The magical 'windu' that floats like a square cut of space is a mechanism for receiving and displaying information from an autonomous driving technique (appct) that is planted in a crystal pendant.

The crystal pendant hangs around the neck of the pram, so it's close to his sight.

Apparently Plum is still running with the bread in his arms.

"Ha-ha-ha... P, Plum, not really... Run and you won't!

"Chikoku, it's chikoku, so sooo!

I'm screaming late but I can't feel the desperation. It's more of a bounced voice.

Maybe I don't really know what "chikoku" means.

The screen shakes and approaches the building - probably the waterwheel cabin off the village.

And that's exactly what happened to Plum.

"Damn!?

"Whew!?

Dorothy! the shock and scream - and the screen reflects the blue sky.

"" P, plum!?

Me and Hemperoza's voice synchronized when I yelled at the screen. Of course, my voice won't reach me.

"There you are... uhh...?

"Oh, hey, you okay!?

On the square screen, a person peered into the plum in a rushed manner was shown.

I can't see my face in a backlit morning sun, but it looks like a boy.

Pram seems to have hit the corner with his bread on the first day of transfer.

That's too much bets!?

I can't take my eyes off the screen with my mouth half-opened and solidified.

"... Brother Io no?

"Damn, you should be worried about the fake sage from day one."

It seemed like a fateful encounter, but it was Iola, a brave aspiring boy, who ran into Plum.

There's no building like it. There's no room for luck with a collision in the village, or if Iola is an awesome flag artist (?) Is it?

"Is the pram chicken...?

"Huh? I mean, are you okay? Can you stand?"

"Plum, doesn't it hurt? Are you okay?"

The gentle and serene voice is my sister Riola.

The brothers and sisters, when they caused the pram, wore buttocks to clean their dirty uniforms.

The two of them are wearing the same uniform as Plum. To go to the school building, of course. They were meeting me here.

Plum seems fine without injury.

"Kakaka, I can't seem to take my eyes off the pram all day today."

The shoulder-shrugging herperosa is picking up bread dropped by Plum without a scratch.

You're going to eat it later, Koz...

"There you go."

"Io brother y......?

Iola offers her hand softly.

Take your gaze off slightly and point only your palm at the plum.

It was a pram with a tipped neck, but he immediately perceived the intention, grabbing the hand offered firmly.

I don't even know how to get to the school building.

"Yes, it is..."

Iola, who usually calls herself a tentacle and doesn't deal with prams, but where this kind of thing can be done naturally, boulders are brave aspirations - I guess it's the hero attribute.

"Brother Io's hand, was there..."

"Then, silly, don't stick around too much, tentacles!

Plum tangles in Iola's arm. Will the tentacle call be hidden?

"Plum, we don't have to hurry, we'll make it, and we'll walk away."

"Yes it is -!

Plum responding with a voice bounced to the voice of gentle Riola.

"Oh my God! My left hand is away, so I need you over here!

"Nah, why even you!

Hemperoza appears on the opposite arm.

- Gu, no...

Iola tried to hang a girl on both arms and walked out.

Riola smiles bitterly, but she doesn't look like she's blushing at her brother (Iola). The four of them move on with bickering.

The path of the village is hardened soil, not paved.

Green grass grows on both sides of the road, and poor little flowers are shaking in the wind. If you look around, the wheat fields are spreading starting to tint the fox color.

Before the four of them proceeded, they saw sparsely built houses made of bricks and stones that appeared in medieval fantasy. The roof is a dull hat tile roof with small windows and is adorable.

Plum follows him with his eyes as the little bird flies to chase him.

What a peaceful landscape, called a cotton cloud floating in the blue sky.

From time to time I hear the laughter of Riola and Hemperoza.

- Me too... I wanted to go to school like this.

I scratch hard bread all by myself with that in mind.

Occasionally, the pram looks up to the side of the tall Iola.

Side of a boy still young, but with a Rin strength.

How does the older brother (Iola) look in Plum's eyes?

The back of my chest hurts chills for some reason.

What is it? How does this life feel to be shredded?

Eventually the line went to the centre of the village.

The road turns to cobblestones, with aunts who have no spare time for morning shopping and farmers busy with crop shipments moving around the village square.

I admire the fact that Iola and Riola are the only boulder seniors around to return a proper "good morning" when I can speak to them.

Replace it......

"Kakaka, you villagers, you have been working hard all day!

"No, no, no!

Former demon cleric Hemperoza is not an example. Stop it because the pram imitates it.

- Don't play with that kid! And now I know how my mom feels about saying that.

Where I can see the roof of the school building, the kids heading to the school building are also walking in a chill.

And a group of men who came from the other side stopped when they saw Iola and the others.

The leader-like, tall, short-haired tungtung head has an amazing shape and stares at Iola.

He's about the same age as Iola, and the race is human, but he's as covetous as a mix of oak blood.

The skinny and fat (probably the components A and B) on both sides are just grated and accessories.

"Iola... wow... you're hot enough in the morning!?

- There it is! He's here. He's like this. So, what's Iola gonna do?

I pay attention to Iola in a mean and exciting way.

"What are you talking about, Colleger? You're just walking with your sister (Riola) and friends."

"Ugh..."

Iola kicks ass with a cool face. I think it's a surprisingly heavy blow for a non-mote.

"Morning, Colleger."

"I'll say hello to you too, Colleger."

Riola and Hemperoza also greet each other very normally and lightly.

Colleger seems to be the name of a short-haired boy.

Physically bigger than Iola, but around the sight of the Harlem school scene and taking damage, he looks like the owner of Glassheart.

"I thought you and my sister had been in flirting school the first day... and the next day we got along with the class" Black History of Walking (Hemperoza) "... And today I went to school with a twin tail in hand. Oh, good work!?

The tip where the colleger boy shivers his lips and points at the mess is the plum.

Is your hair a problem? I don't even know what he is. He is.

"Oh, this kid's going to school today. A child of the wise."

- Oh, hey, Iola, don't introduce me to being mistaken!?

Oh, yeah!? and blurring occurs.

"... is the brother with the head of Tsung Tsung Tsung, the one with Io Yi -?

Ask as Pram looks up at Iola.

"No. We're not friends, we're just classmates"

Colleger is taking more damage to Iola, who hits and denies it.

Relentless Iola......

"Big...... sticky brother, it's 'hello' -!

Wave with an uncontrolled smile as the pram remains well understood.

"Ooh..., ooh!? also, of course, 'hello' Bye!

Simple brain-like Colleger and his subordinate AB also wave back with a sloppy grin.

"If anything happens to you, talk to this, Colleger! Bye!"

"Kakaka! On the side where you guys do something"

"Hempero......, that's what I'm gonna say, it's gonna be a fight"

Riola shakes both of Hemperoza's shoulders with a troubled face.

Plum is overwhelmed by one classmate after another, yet his eyes shine.

- Ma, you'll be fine at this rate.

I closed the video feed.

That pendant and I are connected by a magic thread (MagiWire), as soon as we know what it is. Let's leave the rest to Iola and Riola, and Hemperoza.

"Plum, school life…, have fun"

Growling softly, I stood up.

Well, I'm gonna go get one job done.

The destination stands in the heart of this village, the Holy Church.

It's near the school building, so something will be convenient today.

Anything after school, I want to go home with Riola and Plum too... I don't know what you think.

No, no, no. The first purpose is to explore the identity of the unidentified 'talisman' that Hemperoza was handing out (to sell).

The weather is nice, and the walk is a little detective gossip for you.

Continued