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

The time is 4: 00 PM.

The sun, which emits yellow light over the mountain ranges separating the earth from the sky, illuminates the white castle of Metanostadt, the king's capital, which you desire far away.

The sky, with no clouds, was clear as high as it was sucked in, but the horizon opposite the sun was gradually losing light and was being covered in shadow.

If you look into the sky, the sky is high and dragonflies are dancing. Its appearance is the same as in the original world, but it is unique in the autumn of different worlds that a small, unusually long winged dragon-tinged creature with a tail can occasionally be seen preying on dragonflies in the air.

"Okay, we're leaving!

I looked back at the carrier behind me and let him wave up.

Four people are aboard the carriage of the carriage 'Grand Turtle'.

"Forward, all right, Shh, Shh!

Arranging in front of the roof of the carrier to let my legs hang over my head is my teacher and friend the half elf wizard, Lentomia.

"Wow! We're avant-garde now!

"... calm down a little, Io"

On the carrier are the brave aspiring twins Iola and Riola. To my brother Iola, who looks energetic, my sober sister Riola. Two people with chestnut hair and eyes are always friendly and envious.

The two breasts glow with a pendant they gave as a mark of overcoming the Trial of the Brave. "Testimony of Courage" and "Drops of Mercy" -.

This is the amulet I gave the two of you, and when the two pendants leave, it's a magical object that has the effect of pointing light at each other's places.

"Greg! It's a journey with everyone and everyone!

"Ha ha, travel for free (for free) is sage and generous!

I'm so excited to make you forget how sick you are, Plum. And Hemperoza, who doesn't ask me to accompany him on a visit, is also riding well.

I had more trouble sending a letter to Hemperoza's facility to travel for a few days, but Plum seems to enjoy being there, and I can't help it.

In the corner of my head while I sigh, - it could be my last trip if I do poorly. It is honest that there is a glimmer of anxiety that

No matter - it's a journey to make sure it doesn't happen.

The carriage carriage is also loaded with ingredients that have been formulated to make it possible to prolong the life of the pram by simply mixing the blood of the Dragon Man (Draguns).

Because it is a material that has completed a complex process in the mansion to the final process, so if blood can be sourced locally, life can be connected there immediately. The fundamental "cure" will be studied when you return to the Mansion, but it will be snubbed for the moment.

The gap between the four is packed tightly with blankets and sweets in the water and food needed for the journey.

It's no longer an adventure party, it's an excursion bus.

"You guys... be a little more nervous"

Me with a smile on my face, but of course my anxiety was bigger.

The destination is the Grand Forest of Kyodittel, an ancient forest stretched out in the pockets of the Parnomechia Mountains, far west of the Titi continent and on the prints of the Duchy of Canreune.

It's a five-day ride from here by carriage.

Aside from the anxiety of whether Pram's medicine will hold, the question is whether we can go to Dragon Man (Dragon Man) and get the blood to save Pram's life.

The other person has the same intelligence as a human being.

The only way to do this is to discuss and persuade - ask for it and get it.

Highly magical and infinite species are also known to hate humans and dislike interactions.

- But there has to be... hope.

Shoulder to shoulder with Hemperoza in the back of the carriage, I looked at the plum pointing to the empty dragonfly and I narrowed my eyes.

I keep my gaze to the right. I could live there. I saw my "Sage Hall".

- What was life like reading a book quietly... goodbye for a while?

Plums follow the chow who came to sip honey, with lots of books in good size and tranquility, and seasonal flowers in the large garden.

It also makes me wonder if I could go back to life like that.

I can't believe I want to clean up the hassle early and go back to my peaceful life, I've been homesick since before I left, so maybe I'm not fit for the journey.

I shook the gripping reins thoughtfully so that I could shake out that feeling. The horses moved silently, along with the sound of cleaving the bishy and dusty air.

I'm sitting in the cockpit of the carriage Grand Turtle.

A horse to move a carriage - a magical horse like a four-legged robot, to operate a Sterling Slime engine.

A magic horse needs a magic thread (MagiWire) to operate the direction and output. Therefore, there are only a limited number of humans who can operate. It's me, the wizard Lentomia, or a monk with magic powers.

I hold the reins stretching from a horse with a picturesque design like a toddler, that only four legs have grown in a wine barrel. It looks like a regular handkerchief, but it's something special designed to allow you to operate while connected by a magic yarn (MagiWire) with less magic consumption.

The squeaky noise of Guissi sounded for a moment, and the wheels of the carriage slowly began to roll.

"It moved -!

"Plum, if you're riding yourself out too hard, you'll fall, so be careful."

"Yes it is -!

With gold in the suspension around his feet, Dicamaran's six-hero spec carriage boasts comfortable riding even on cobblestones and suburban unpaved ground.

The truth was that the monk Manuferno was supposed to ride too, but he didn't show up after four o'clock, the designated time.

I tried sending him another letter saying, "I'm leaving suddenly due to a change of plans," but I guess the sudden change didn't make it. I have no choice but to leave Manuferno alone this time.

I gave up half the time and declared my departure.

I wanted to get to the border a little faster.

Because if you get lost in the "logistics caravan squad" that runs westward from the mansion and keeps running all night, you can reach the border lodging town, Verse Cline, at noon the next day.

So far, there has been no sign that the people of "One Clear World" (Kristania) or the officials of the King's Government are approaching the Mansion.

Are you simply busy with the political process or are you unwilling to capture or interrogate us in the first place...?

But search magic (Gogol) has no reason to know what is happening at this moment.

If someone writes it down in minutes or a record book and it becomes a "book," or maybe we can find it in search magic (Ggore), but so far there's no sign of it.

More than being a secret society, it would be possible to have meetings only orally so as not to keep them on record, and information about their entities is difficult to obtain.

Anyway, I was going to keep running tonight without stopping the carriage, in the sense of hurrying ahead or securing a distance from the chase.

Because if you stop the carriage in the streets at night, you risk being surrounded by demons such as the Mad Wolf genus (Babless Wolf).

The "Logistics Caravan Team", which connects the country to each other, runs a four-headed heavily armored carriage, keeping it from being attacked by demons, lined up and running through the night.

If an individual adventurer or merchant carriage carries out dangerous "night trips" that are not carried out except in the unlikely event of a rush, it is common to ensure running safety for the logistics caravan team.

Only if we have a machine horse made of magic, iron and slime - a sterling slime engine - can we do that.

A magical horse without a neck that just has metal limbs on its wine barrel is sold toughness, unlike a biological horse, and can continue to run at night, whatever, if only with magical power.

This is a performance that does not take a pull on the finest horses specially trained for use by the Caravan Squad.

The problem is me and Lentomia, one of them needs to be manipulated with magic thread (Magiwire).

Gaccio, Gaccio and the horse started turning up the output, then...

"Boarding. Boarding. Boom-noo!

Ha ha, and I heard a weak girl from behind. It is my fault that I was distracted by the control of the horse and didn't notice the interpersonal reaction of the MagiWire.

"One inch. Hold on -! Mr. Grey!

"- Greg! The manu is here!

On the roof of the carriage, Lentomia, who was in charge of the viewing, raised her voice, pointing softly back.

I unwittingly pull the reins and stop the horse.

Looking back, I saw a shadow dragging a long shadow rushing over as I ran loosely.

"Manuferno, you're here!

"Of course. Me too... keep up the journey. Ooh!

Ha, ha, whenever I run out of breath, my long, silver-haired, loose-knit hair dances on a cramped chest wrapped in monk clothes.

But what's on your back... what?

Manuferno finally gets to the carriage carriage carrier, and with his hands on it, he takes a hazy, rough breath. When I unloaded the heavy looking luggage on my back, the book fell zero from the inside.

"Relief. I managed to... make it"

"Oh, hey Manu, the... no way luggage?

"Woohoo. Please, put this on, too, a new issue to be released next time"

That was a "thin book" that had just been magically printed.

The cover I saw was me and Lentomia, hand-painted by Manuferno, no matter how I looked at it. Even at first glance, we found ourselves staring at each other naked in the upper body.

"So, no! This carriage has a high underage rate!?

"Petition. An official of the King's government just broke in and forced an investigation, managed to escape with only a new issue..."

"Hey!?

Apparently, I would have liked the Manuferno store to finally have a hand in a forced investigation.

Well, if you have that assortment, you can't help it, and I look at a silver-haired monk with my jito eyes.

"Manew, you... have you become an inquisitor?

"Denial. I am a writer. The owner of the store is under investigation."

The lady clerk who was at the cashier's at the store?

But in time, if you crack your mouth, Manuferno will have a hand in the investigation too...?

I could be chased by Kristania, me and the king's government (and on pretty embarrassing charges). Manuferno.

The two fugitive plays start here - I hate it too much.

What's more, even Lentomia has thrown away Kristanian magic advisors, and I hope they haven't said "traitors" or anything......

"How about... it's getting kind of odd direction"

And when I realized it, Manuferno was peeking into the carriage as he wrinkled his mouth.

"Stunning. What... this member"

A monk peeked into the carriage and swallowed a saliva...

The carriage was filled with twin brothers and sisters, a beautiful red-haired girl with rounded eyes, and a brunette girl with brown hair.

Besides, on the roof is a beautiful boy with half an elf holding his green hair against the wind...

Manuferno's glasses cloud white in an instant. It evaporated at body temperature, sweat.

"Heaven. Awwwwwwwww!?

Manuferno clenched both fists and roared toward heaven.

At that moment I was shooting my reins like a munchkin at a horse.

"I'm sorry, it's overcapacity. Thank you."

"Woohoo. -!? That's terrible, Greg!

No, call me. Oh, my God, but the manu is too dangerous for this member.

As soon as Galli and the wheels started rolling on the ground, Manuferno was jumping on the carrier with the momentum that he might be using even the Magnetics exterior.

It's like jumping into the water, drawing aerial parabolas and diving -.

"Wow!?" "Upper Ball. Guys...... it's an upper ball hey!?

Iola's voice continues with Manuferno's upward voice.

Oh... are you sure you're okay with this member?

Continued