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

"Poison Mazumi Pavilion/Manuferno"

- Magic Printing Many natural color peer magazines on sale! (There is a back "hero book") and when I opened the door where the sticker was on and went into the store, an unpleasant even smell poked my nose.

"……… Welcome -"

The female clerk's dark voice clings to the store.

It's dim in the shop and only about the size of a room in the inn.

On the wall there is a stand-up bookshelf on all sides, and natural colored (coloured) books printed in magic printing are sold. It all seems to be handmade peer-to-peer magazines, with men lining up and smiling on the cover, or a book with a less familiar cover painting called Neck Tie naked, titles that make you want to think the world is the end.

All the books sold seem to be for some core girls, with a rotten odor.

"The Best of the Other World (Ichi) Hatsukoi"

"Purity Galactica"

"My Sacred Sword!"

"Dual Stream, Suta-su, Suta-rimu"

And so far so good (though not at all).

The problem is the group of works that seems to be the same author occupying all the steps of the bookcase. Cuckoo is a belt stirring complaint.

"Dicamaran Hero Heritage (Ergo Feminization x Faria Male Somatization)"

"Tell Me, Sage of the Night (Stable Grecas Total Received Book)"

"Himitsu's Hero Herald, slightly heated angel Lentomia (Keyun Death Guaranteed!

Oh, I'm going crazy - huh!? Why am I the "total receiver"?

"Burn it down!... I just want to say, is that okay?"

If you look around the store with a bitter look, you have several customers and are eager to find items.

Everyone is soooo hooded from their heads like a secret religious group, and the expression can't be glimpsed, but their body shape is somewhat innocuous little fat...... probably all women.

"Grey! Look at this! Awesome!"

The bouncing voice of Lentomia's excitement echoed through the store.

And a half elf as cute as a girl rushing over. Ears featuring standing perfectly on sarcastic pale green hair.

"Oh, hey don't make a scene Lentomi...... aah!?

Unconsciously, I shouted louder. Because of the book Lentomia, a beautiful girl in clothes, is happy to have.

"Ruffled (Love) Caress (Ive) (Sage Grecas x Wizard Lentomia) ①"

- This is... terrible.

"Me" and "Lentomia", painted strangely real for some reason, were hugging each other naked.

And "①"!? Is there ② or ③?

"I definitely bought this!

Spread sparkling stars in your eyes and Lentomia hugs the book to your chest.

Gassi catches Lentomia's roots when he rushes to "Accounting" in the corner of the store.

"Don't buy -!?"

Keep a few books in your hand if you see them.

"Er!? It's a corner, so let's buy it, 'cause this is Manuferno's hand painting, right?

"It's still him!

I had no idea that one of the six heroes was the only one who manufactured an impolite book on the subject of heroes. That's why it's so weird and real...

The only healing magic user for the six heroes of Dicamaran, - the monk Manuferno.

Round glasses, silver lowered hair with loose knitting. At first glance it looks like a hony healing system, but in my head...... it was rotten.

He was a witch of the healing god Koulihogsu, but always seemed full of heads to link the two matters in an "X" way, both during his adventures and during his battles.

That's not all.

In the middle of my adventure, if I get hurt, I'll have to take care of her, but every time I'm treated, I'm required to be "completely naked," and even when I ask why, I'm like, "Protect." To protect God, "he just said, not knowing.

Besides, the magic tool used to treat them is a red candlestick, like the blood called "Healing Candle".

I got naked in the middle of the meadow to fix an arm damaged by demons, and I was draped with a tattered red candlestick that contained the magic of healing.

Under circumstances involving life and death, there is no alternative.

"Hot!? There, not the wound!?

"Necessary. May God bless you"

"No fever!? Where are you drooling? You really need it!?

"Treatment. Don't move like that"

"Okay, so stop the bleeding quickly..., that, my consciousness..."

"Invert. Crawl on all fours, be"

"Ugh... ok, ah!

"Frontier. Because it gets better and better...... ha, ha"

That's what everything looked like.

The treatment is certainly perfect, but there are too many problems with the method and process. Tell me, are there other monks who can heal like this?

Hence, the heroes of Dicamaran had always fought "safety first" and had become concerned about "health management".

If you're enough to be treated like a shame play, you'll have to protect yourself! a high consciousness emerged, and that may be why we survived to the end as a result.

- Anyway.

"Hey! Where is the author of this perverted book!?

I stuffed up with a lady clerk sitting in accounting.

Watching the real "sage" and the adorable Lentomia lined up on the side over and over again, aww!? and was surprised to round his eyes, but pointed to the small door behind the parrot and counter.

If you look, there's a door that leads to the back of the store. Is he behind it?

"I'll get in the way......!

I opened the door without hesitation and stepped into the dark passage.

and soon from behind I heard the clerk say "It will be Gordo Five".

Lentomia... I'll burn the book later.

I have to say a word to the horn manuferno. Don't screw with us, don't do business with us.

However, the original purpose is only to obtain a monk's coat (robe) attached to the Dragon Man's Blood.

I really need to get it to extend Plum's life.

If you don't get it here...... Later, I would run around illegal underground shops all night, but nothing more than looking for them.

A little further down the dark passage enough for each person to pass, I saw a yellow band of light first.

The lights are leaking out of the poking room. Feeling like prayer, I put my hand on the door knob on the penetration of the aisle.

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"A miracle. A miracle is really... there is."

The girl with round glasses on her lowered hair, saying so, gave a howling grin...... butterflies, stuck to her desk as she ascended.

The small rooms are littered with garbage and clothing, as well as books and written manuscripts. No, it's scattered, what a raw thing. This is a garbage mansion, a dirt room.

It is the monk Manuferno who is stuck at a desk like the one in the center of the room.

"Oh, hey...... manuferno?

"Wow, what is this, a garbage dump!?

I can't take a step through the entrance, but Lentomia's got a little face coming out of the side. Not so miserably. The belly-black wizard seems to be losing his word, too.

You reacted to Lentomia's voice, and Manuferno looked up.

I round my eyes in the back of my glasses and have a strange grin in my mouth that...

"Stunning. Real...... Grecas x Lentomia...... REAL COUPLING KITTAAAAA......!

Only lift your neck weakly, look at us and squeeze both fists.

Whether you're happy to be reunited for a long time, or can't tell the difference between dreams and reality, your eyes are vain.

Only the pen stays in the grip, apparently in the middle of writing some sort of manuscript, but I don't have the courage to peek in.

The color of your eyes goes hand in hand with your red, white skin and silver hair like a vampire.

He seemed to keep drawing manuscripts on and on, and he was already at the limit of both his strength and energy. Is this the fate of a creature called a writer in every world?

"Well... you look better than anything"

"Joy. I can't believe you two are coming to see me"

Manuferno's tone is quiet, but he's heartfelt delighted.

Do you think the tone is unique due to the place of origin?

"Yeah, I stopped by in the middle of a date with Greg"

"Woohoo. The two of us are... back, developing (hatten)!?

"No! Actually, I came here on business. It's not a date or anything."

"Er!? No?"

"Hey, hey."

Lentomia complains and puts her mouth in my arms.

Hey! Hey! and jump and stuck. My face is close, my face!

"Intimate. Ah... up and down exercise"

Manuferno, come on! and started running my eyes blood and sketching Crisp, Me and Lentomia. You guys, mei!

"It's been a long time since I've seen you. All of a sudden, I need a favor. I need to borrow your robe."

"Jacket. Robe? My... smelly stained... robe?

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. I look at me in a weird gesture.

"Don't say that in a weird way! When I treated the dragon man, it was a red stain... with blood on it."

"Dragon Man.?... Oh, I remember"

"Do you have one!?

"Of course. But... it's buried somewhere in this room"

"Hey, what's not..."

With all due respect, which is quicker to find this room or an underground store? What a thought I was beginning to think.

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Continued