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

"You want to hear it?

A woman in a royal school building (...) child (...) Lentomia, dressed in a uniform, looked up at me and wore a small ankle.

Wah, and a gentle breeze shakes her young grassy hair.

The unique deep green eyes that make you feel the blood of the forest people's elves carry a strange colour.

Originally he is small, but I get an even smaller impression because he sits on a bench provided beside the water field. Looks like a cute little girl for a girl's clothes boy.

The gradually inclined sun is casting the long shadows of the households into the square.

"Oh. Were you sure Lentomia was coming on board?

- The Dark Resurrection, that is, the sign of the Danish Resurrection of the Demon King.

The dream of 'Darkness Born Somewhere' that Riola had, a series of leaps as if she had perceived something in neighboring Canreune. And of this village by Lentomia and One Clear World (Kristania)... no, surveillance against us.

For me, a wise man, the collection and analysis of information is number eighteen (Ohako).

If the conditions come to this point, it's natural to suspect that something is happening every second.

But Lentomia crossed her thin fingertips, and, yeah, stretched out and turned her gaze across the square.

Beyond that, brave aspiring twin brothers and sisters, Iola and Riola, as well as Pram and former demon cleric Hemperoza, are crushing a crepe-like treat in front of the dew-store.

The only tavern in the village is open to secure daytime sales.

A loving middle-aged general wraps and wraps a jam of village specialty berries around the flour peel cooked on an iron plate. Sweet scent drifts in the square.

"Sure? Hmm. On the contrary."

"... the other way around?

"Yes, full of doubt. I suspected that Greg and... Pram."

――

I'm dressed to stand down in front of the little Lentomia sitting on the bench.

Lentomia's thin, white raw feet peek out of her skirt.

Half an elf extends the hem of the skirt in natural motion so as to hide the thighs more.

"Don't look so hard anymore."

"Look, Tora."

Me and Plum...... you say?

"That? An unexpected reaction. Are you normally surprised?

"Naturally. That's..."

"Grecas toys. Artificial life, homunculus, right? That's amazing. Greg is. The magicians of the kingdom build things that they couldn't have studied for a hundred years by themselves!

My eyes sparkle and I look up at my face. I turn my gaze to the plum so I can escape from Lentomia.

On the other side of the square, a plum with long redheads tied into twin tails hits the crepe with tremendous momentum along with the dark-haired hempelosa.

"Plum is not a toy"

"What else does that mean? Lover or child? Ha ha!"

Pretty face hal elves come to my heart's darkness relentlessly with Zubazuba.

I can't find a word to give back.

In the first place... I... why did you make the plum?

Every day I read a book in a large mansion, I should have been content. But mine that got lost in the other world, mine that even ended my adventure... to fill the gap in my heart -.

Lentomia's mouth twists disturbingly.

I'm having fun. My reaction, you belly-black half-elf.

My stomach is upset. A cold mass sinks into the back of my belly.

"I wanted someone to talk to. And... from a purely exploratory mind."

Barely returns the word. I'm not lying. It's for research with someone who distracts you from sarcasm.

"Well, then I'd have dealt with you."

"I can't rest when I'm with you..."

"Bu."

A Lentomia that swoops one cheek and lets you try to be cute and obstinate.

Organic matter and inorganic matter and the blood and magical power of the Dragon Man (Draguns), refining polymeric magic matter through hundreds of complex itineraries, turning dragon blood into nucleus (cores) and catharsis as pseudo-life is the pram.

"You let the big monkey attack you to keep Greg and Pram apart, didn't you?

"What...?

"Grey's Hall is a great junction, not very much, but it can't be examined by telescopic magic (Nozokun).... Grey's not a hammer, is he?

"A wizard like you is with Gorman."

"Heh? That's why they suspected me from the beginning. Okay?

"Leave me alone, I'm clean. There's nothing nasty about it."

Well, that monkey was a monkey.

It was Mr. Cecily who pulled Plum's hand from the woods and ran away. Even if she can't use magic, she can act as a member of Kristania and as a 'terminal' for Lentomia.

It was true that Pram said 'I was putting out a white thread'.

I'm sorry, I can't believe you.

"... So, how'd it go?

I sighed like exhausted and asked Lentomia.

"Mm-hmm, no matter how much I look... I can't feel any fluctuations or signs from Plum"

I'm relieved by surprise.

"But maybe it's just hidden behind multiple shielded nuclei."

"What do you mean?

"Meaning as it is. Hey, that kid, can I dissect him?

Says with a smile.

"... if you get your hands on me, I'll kill you"

I say it with a cold eye.

I'm not kidding. I cage my serious anger emotions in my eyes.

"Why? That kid anyway... not long, huh?

"-"

The neat half-elf peeked into my face with a dark light in his eyes.

I felt my vision distorted.

A puppet-like, cute elf boy informs the future of the facts I've been avoiding thinking about.

"Haha......! Nice face, Grecas."

I probably got the look of despair.

Lentomia gave a joyous and tranced grin.

Let the skirt hold the hidden thighs, and, oh, leak your voice.

Paralyzed neck and back of throat, cold, cold.

"Shut up......! Anyway, I'll... do something."

... right.

I'm a wise man.

Before you despair in the dark, you just have to find out for yourself and find your way.

If the life of the plum is imminent, I'll stretch it.

If the Demon King intends to be resurrected, I will stop him.

I should be able to do it.

I looked to the wizard Brams Lentomia with strong determination eyes.

Cut off your strays and hold your fists hard.

"Is that...? It's boring."

Lentomia gets up off the bench and pounds her skirt ass.

- and.

"Grey! It's amazing! This is delicious. - Tap it."

Pram smiles at me when I do.

He is holding wet crepe confectionery in his hand with a ready to eat yodale.

That's...... yes, I don't want it.

From behind, if you want to do it to Grecas, give it to me! And he screams and Hemperoza comes after him.

"If you doubt it, how about Hemperoza, the Devil Cleric?

If it's the Dark Resurrection or the Demon King's Wave, isn't it his destiny?

You're saying it yourself in the first place...

"You're Hempero. I was surprised at first..., but that's already a perfectly normal kid"

Lentomia shrugs her shoulders and assures her without saying anything.

Now it's like... I'm just saying there's still suspicion in the plum.

"Look, I'm hungry, too."

Lentomia points to the creeper with an innocent girl's face.... Why aren't you here?

Either way, the suspicion of the Dark Resurrection remains directed at me and Plum.

I guess Lentomia will be watching us for a while.

If, in case, any signs were felt, Lentomia would kill Plum relentlessly.

More than you'll ever know I'm desperate.

The plum rushing in front of me bounces.

"Grey, Grey, Grey! School building, it was fun -! Lots and lots of friends, so..."

Let your eyes shine and smile at me like the light has begun.

"Yeah... that's good"

"So that's why I'm going tomorrow, and that next tomorrow... all the time!

"Oh, oh... right... all the time"

I couldn't look directly at Plum's smile.

Paralyzed back of the eye, distorted vision.

Lentomia, watching by her side, was pointing her face at me like she had pushed her emotions to death.

- Cruel is grey.

The beautiful neat hall elf boy felt silent saying so.

"Ep!?

Pi, and the damp crepe pressed against my mouth.

"What did you do?" If you're not feeling well, eat it and try it - "

The plum is stretching out and pressing an eating crepe against my mouth.

With big scarlet eyes that reflect my face and jam around my mouth.

"Yeah."

"Wow, Greg?

I replied vaguely and held my luxurious body as it was.

- I'll take care of it.... Must.

In the tilted village square of the sun I stroked my little head as I felt the warmth of the pram for a while.

A gray cloud with yellow light rides the wind and flows.

The wheat ears shake in the wind and the ripe berry season ends.

The cold season was about to begin.

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