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

"Ke... Sage?

"Here... this guy... dude"

It was me pointing to the "Live Video" screen on the tactical information display (tactics), but the words didn't come out very well.

I sift and tremble with my fingers, pointing to the "pretty girl" of the half elf in formation in the front of the plum.

Yes. She looks like a beautiful girl, and the contents are men...

He is the Six Heroes' strongest "worst" wizard, Lentomia.

"I'm a man!?

Even as he turned around screaming, Mr. Cecily was obviously about two steps away.

"Huh...... well?

Mr. Cecily looks at my reaction wondering if I haven't been able to swallow it.

"This guy looks cute but he's belly black and he's a man!?

Say it again.

"But wouldn't it be nice because she's cute?

"... Huh?

"Master Lentomia is a smart guy, and he looks good in whatever he wears, and I think he's cute, don't you? Master Sage was one of you, wasn't he? I envy you, it would be fun to travel with you."

"Really..."

I finally understood.

Cecily, a beautiful blonde with no grasp whatsoever, thought she was a member of One Clear World (Kristania) and a ruthless female spy, but no.

Isn't it cute or not? Beautiful or not.

That value is everything.

Natural and pure principles of action. That's why I can act as a member of Kristania.

... so the conversation doesn't engage. And I am convinced by one.

More than that......

It is a position of magic technology advisor in Kristania, and it is heartening that Lentomia, who insinuates on building a massive magic detection network (Magigrid sensor), has boarded directly into the village's royal school building.

Does that mean there is a prospect that we can detect the Dark Resurrection, or 'the same waveform ripple as the Demon King', and identify its cause?

I do suspicious sorcery experiments every day in the first place: "Am I not the cause myself?" It's not like the hypothesis. In other words:

- Do you mean the person responsible is in school?

Looks like Plum and the others started their classes when they realized it.

The sound of pulling a chair sounds like blurring from the other side of the "Live Video" screen.

A middle-aged female teacher climbs to the stage and starts, she speaks out.

At the end of this class, I eat a decent meal, clean up, and then drop out of school.

Plum returns to his seat properly.

I haven't been "smart enough" to clap it out for me when I was ready to walk, make a scene, or even pull the trigger for class collapse during class.

"Nice, Plum..."

When I accidentally leak such a voice, Cecily, who was peeking into the screen next door, also spills a laugh.

The seat is in front of one of my twin siblings, Iola and Riola, and seems to be next to Hemperoza.

In the front row I saw a half-elf girl with bright green hair - Lentomia.

I look back at this one once, smile cutely and wave.

Of course, she is the daughter of a man dressed as a woman.

In addition to things, the classes unfold smoothly.

There is no such thing as a textbook, and it seems that the teacher writes letters and formulas on the blackboard in the notebook at hand.

Plum writes hard like a mite crawled around on a brand new notebook.

Hemperoza bought a giggle from her class with a bellyworm buzzing in the first five minutes.

"... this looks ok"

"Right."

Me and Cecily, we forgot our first purpose. We're totally in the same mood as our father and brother on a class tour.

The plum of the artificial life form (homunculus) I created about forty days ago.

You can speak and write words from the beginning because you imprinted the basics of words, writing letters, etc. at the smelting stage.

A mechanism that resembles a sleep learning device that combines an autonomous driving technique (apricot) with a magic thread (magiwire), which was taught directly to the brain of the plum that was being cultured.

Even supergenius would have made it if it had taken the trouble.

From the moment he emerged from the synthetic culture tank, Pram was a very stupid 10-year-old.

- It's an experiment with a design life of three days anyway, and it's okay if it's appropriate...

I was thinking very lightly that way.

Not getting bigger as it has always been, not getting older, not growing...... plum eventually collapses and disappears one day.

But...

Watching Plum having a great time like everyone else makes me imagine that he has the same "future" as the other kids.

- Something like that... even though I don't.

I've been biting my lips off.

The plum on the translucent screen of "Video Relay (Real Live)" listens to the teacher with a serious face. I kept staring at Plum's face in silence.

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Relieved by the peaceful class landscape, we decided to ambush in front of the school gate after school.

Because I really wanted to talk to Lentomia. Beat... before I do, I have a pile to ask.

For now, there is only one question at hand.

- I was wondering who you were looking into.

Eventually the kids came out of the school building. Time to drop out.

Me and Mr. Cecily stand at the entrance and wait for Plum, Iola, and Lentomia to come out.

Officials have a word to say so they don't think you're suspicious.

"Wow! Cecily." "Goodbye." "" Goodbye, Cecily!

Yes, be careful, and Mr. Cecily waves to the children of the village with a gentle smile.

"Gee, he's a sage!?" "Give it to me."

... What's the difference between this reaction?

I stare unexpectedly, but here I drop the kids off at school with a grin drawn in Mr. Cecily's face.

I am a gentleman of character wearing a robe of a wise man recognized by the kingdom.

"Wow! Greg, it's you!

The voice of a brightly bounced pram.

I jumped the red hair tied into two pieces, and I did. I just rushed over lightly and dived into me.

"Guha" spills air in my lungs, but I'm a little happy.

... because Pram is the only one who welcomes me so much.

"Ah, fake sage! Welcome to Plum, you idiot."

"Sage, you've done the plum right!

Twin brothers and sisters Iola and Riola also emerged from right behind.

The two approached as they lined up and nicked. The refreshing blue line uniform on white feels dazzling when you see it in the sun.

"Oh, thank God, Plum made his debut in the school building."

I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

"Kakaka! If you want to thank me, go ahead and wash it up!

Flirting hemperosa flaunts.

At least I don't think you've done anything...

And, and he (...) showed up.

A beautiful girl who took a group of glamorous female students with her.

- Light green hair reminiscent of new green, deep emerald eyes. Poor arcing mouthpiece.

When the beautiful girl admitted to my appearance, she let her eyes shine and said this with a clear voice.

"You're hissing, sage...... Grecas"

That was a beautifully dressed boy half elf, Lentomia.

Continued