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

The garden trees visible through the windows begin to colour yellow and red, giving a sense of autumn visit.

The Metanostadt kingdom that I live in is located east of Titai continent and has "four seasons" similar to Japan.

The sky is clear, but the occasional wind shaking the windows feels a lot colder.

A few days have passed since Pram started attending school buildings.

I went to school only a few days a week, but I also dropped him off this morning after attending school holding hands with Hemperoza as usual.

At last, in the quiet hall, I was in the middle of a "check."

As always, the school building is attended by Lentomia, who looks like a "beautiful girl", and Hemperoza, a former demon cleric, but no major problems have arisen.

Plum is still fine, and Hemperoza's guy, who picks me up every day, is a normal, slightly painful kid himself to the point of saying strange delusions.

From time to time, I also take a peek on the video feed (Real Live), but occasionally it seemed like I enjoyed my normal school life trying to sweeten Iola and teach Riola to study.

But...

This peace was built on a critical balance.

If, as the wizard Lentmia says, the blood of a dragon man (Draguns) who sleeps deep inside the body of Plum is something to do with the resurrection of darkness, he will relentlessly kill Plum.

Naturally, I'm not going to put the plum in such an easy eye.

For me, Plum is just a "asshole kid Plum," but still my "split" that matters.

I don't know what to say, I can't find a good word for it, but I'm different from my friends, my partner, my kids... But there was no doubt about the fact that it was important.

I don't even want to think of Lentomia as something that would provoke the ruin of the world.

In the unlikely event that Pram is the trigger for the Dark Resurrection, I can turn Lentomia and all the worst Dickamaran heroes against my enemies.

- No. It can't be. This is ridiculous.

Sigh unexpectedly and deposit yourself on the sofa in the study.

Sometimes it's useless to think about it now.

When I close my eyes, the face of a half elf spilling a smile like a little devil comes up even in response.

Lentomia, the strongest wizard who crossed the world together and fought together as the six heroes of Dicamaran.

An ageless half elf with sprouting green glossy, beautiful hair and a beautiful face with clear emerald eyes.

A user of unique magic (original spelling) and circular ring magic (cycloar) that produces amazing destructive power.

He was also my master of magic and the one I once admired... the one I was in love with.

I'll tell you what, this is my mistake as the original "accident". The beauty of the half-elf I first met when I came to different worlds (poisonous?) There must have been something wrong with it.

In the first place, I thought Lentomia was a "girl" for six months after we met without any suspicion.

Neither the brave Ergonote Rical nor the female warrior Faria told me why.

Probably cared that I, who just came from another world and was confused, would get a little better by having a conversation with a half elf who would treat me personally.

But that was unnecessary care.

That day when I accidentally said "I like you".

"Me too...... I like Greg! Glad to hear it!"

"What...? Huh? Huh?

"Stay with me forever!

Lentomia, who has held me for a long time without shame. But its lower body, the "groin" to be exact... came with the "thing" I've been used to since I was little.

- Uh-huh, whoa!?

That's where my world turned dark.

The heartbreak received was deep, and despair immeasurable.

So much so that no one believed me anymore and thought I'd fall to the dark side and stick to the Demon King's side.

The world can't be ruined. Even.

- I just thought it was "My Daughter," and there was a time like that for me...

Ugh! Unexpectedly, I held my head in a study where no one was, and tried to extinguish it.

I can't help but blush and roll around now.

I couldn't stand black history anymore.

And, well, let's leave this about the painful recollection of my past.

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The current concern was more about the 'life expectancy' of the plum.

The phrase "not for long", which Lentomia called rustling, remains stuck in my chest.

A month and a half are about to pass.

Was the prospect of having a design life of only three days wrong in the first place, or is it due to some factor that artificial virtual life continues......

Even I, the biological parent and the only one in the world who can use search magic (Gögor), have not reached an easy answer.

In other words, I keep searching for artificial life forms (homunculus) through reading and the Millennium Library (Southern Library) with search magic (Gögor), while still pulling into the Sage's Hall.

"Grey! I'm just here."

"Right now!

My time in the school building is over and Pram and Hemperoza are back.

When the mansion door opened, a cold, dry breeze blew in.

- It's a very cold day.

The sky is clear, but the wind blows through the clouds.

"Hey... Hemperoza, your house isn't here, is it?

"Well, don't be hard on me. I'll be home after a snack."

"Damn."

I'm on the top of the Buddha, but I'll give you two the cookies that Cecily plugged me in with a face that's not even manly.

Mr. Cecily's special barley cookie. Of course there's nothing weird in there.

"Then don't hesitate... to... sage."

"What?

Dark elf quarters with shallow black skin on black hair, former demon cleric Hemperoza stops her hand like she thought before putting cookies in her mouth and stares at me with a twisted face.

"Lord... what the hell did you do to me?

"Huh? What are you talking about?

"So... about the Cathedral Church facility!

Yeah, speaking of which, you did.

The facility with Hemperoza is on the outskirts of the village, a long way from here.

It's a horrible place like a camp with abominable children with varying beast blood and children the church refuses to pick up, like the dark elves who lost their parents.

"Recently, I'm ready to serve some bread and soup! Until recently, there was a day when nothing really came up. I... could stand it, but there were kids younger than me... so..."

Hemperosa bites her lips, moisturizing her big, black-eyed eyes.

I hummed my nose and lifted my glasses.

And

"I didn't do anything. It's just that while you're in the school building, you call in an official from the King's Capital and say, 'Come and have lunch at the facility off the village. I just said," Same thing as the kids there. "

"Gre... Lord..."

"Don't get me wrong, okay? I did a little exercise and a little diet for fat officials who boasted that it was a majestic white castle, a world famous country."

Gently close one eye to show.

In other words, the name and power of "The Wise Man" are also considerable in political influence.

It would have been a big thing to do the other day in Wangdu, lightly kicking Tingilhide, the strongest wizard in the neighborhood.

The day after I sent word to the King's Government through the user, several officials from the management class arrived early in the horse and inspected Hemperoza's facility at noon that day.

Like I said, I just boiled the roots of the trees in water, so I tried the 'horses don't even eat' soup.

Though the breathtaking institution of a secret society with discriminatory ideas, One Clear World (Kristania), it is only the King's Government that is offering money.

I guess I couldn't have overlooked such a tragedy. Above all, it seemed to mean a great deal that I, the 'sage', gave him a glimpse.

A survey of facilities across the entire territory was immediately undertaken and treatment improvements promised.

"Um... thank you, thank you."

Hemperoza tided her brown face and smiled.

She's so cute when she laughs.

and.

"Hempero...... Plum cookies...... I'll give you -"

"Oh? Pram, you don't have to get me any more washi...... oh, hey!?

With a fluffy, vain face, Pram leaned against Hemperosa.

Red hair blushes the flutter and Hemperoza's face.

"I don't want a pram..."

That voice, whining like a rumor, is weak as it disappears.

"What's up...?

"Oh, no, sage...... the plum is hot!

"Plum!?

The body of the plum, feeling strange and hastily embraced, was hot and rested without force.

- Oh, my God... I mean.

My heart felt like I was being eagled with cold hands, and I was desperate to hold the pram even as I learned to faint.

Continued