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

"Question. So here's the free question"

Manuferno declares with a clear face. Iola and Riola, and to Pram. Hempero became a car seat on the carriage carrier and just finished introducing himself to each other.

The carriage continued to run smoothly at a constant speed. Although it is an unpaved road, the comfort of riding by a well-built bespoke suspension does not even take a pull on the carriage of the royal marquis nobility.

As it begins to dim outside, the carriage carriage carriage, or cabin, is lit with magical lights of crystal lamps fixed to the ceiling. Warm lights that resemble shades of perfumed oil lanterns are like a kind of battery lamp that lights with magic.

"Brother (Iola). Do you enjoy school buildings? The seat is... second from behind the window?

"Oh, it's fun. What... how do you know my seat?

Iola rounds her eyes to the question of the monk Manuferno. But that's not magic or divine power. It would be from a common "promise" in all worlds.

"Dear Brother (Iola), your delicacy is destined to be the 'hero's seat'."

"What's the hero seat...?

Manuferno has a magical face, a chat that sounds as if it speaks God's message to the faithful but doesn't matter what the content is.

Manu seems to sit perfectly next to Iola and intend to "cover" her for reflection in the work.

Whether you try Iola or know that one of the six heroes you admire is a young lady monk, it actually feels like Grecas if you meet her this way...... it feels so subtle.

Iola looks indescribable while answering questions.

"Well, monk, it's a little too close to Io"

"Sister (Riola). I have a brother like this... I envy him (Gilli)"

"You're giddy now, aren't you!?

Kippin, and he changed his target to his sister Riola, who sits across the street next.

The narrow carriage carriage now seemed to be a place to deepen intimacy around the spread treats.

Other than me, who holds the reins and manipulates the carriage, the grilled sweet cookies are flowering in collusion with cheeks, gradually breaking them down.

"Sister (Riola). My brother (Iola) is popular with girls and although I'm happy as a sister... don't you care?

"Well Io is popular... I mean! This question has to do with the journey!?

The boulder Riola is also a little pretty. Manu laughs heck out of glowing round glasses.

Plum and Hemperoza were pompous with their sweets in their mouths for a sense of urgency about Iola between the girls.

"Dear brother (Iola). But in the end, the girl I care most about in the school building..., is your sister (Riola), right?

"Become!? Oh, my God!

"... I'm worried about Io. Isn't that how Io does it?

"Hey!? That's not why, Rio."

Iola flutters with a swollen surface and stares at her brother (Iola).

The monk Manuferno looks quite happy with such an exchange between the two. "Hmmm... Hmmm?," he leaks a strange voice with a sigh.

"Yes! And the pram! Pram also loves Io Brother Yi -!

"To skip what?!? I was the first to catch my eye!

"Oh, you guys are narrow too, so I'm stuck!

Plum and Hemperoza cling to both Iola's arms just now.

"Dear Brother (Iola). She is a beautiful girl hottie...... roll"

"What are you talking about?!?

What's happening behind my back is your harem development, Iola.

Manuferno writes it down in the book of stories at hand with a bump. What the hell are you doing here?

Well, you'll need time like this to increase your sense of impromptu party coalition.

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But... what is it? This alienation and loneliness.

Shouldn't I, normally the only sage in the world, be the one to question the girls?

'Master Sage, which do you prefer, sister or older?

"Mm-hmm. You can have a sweet sister, but you also like a sister like Riola."

"Oh, Sage."

"Pram is Greg's wife."

"Let's get out of here! If you mean it with this wasp, you're gonna have pretty big tits!

"Sage. Greg, the one who knows you best is me."

'Ha ha! Totally...... we're all in trouble, haha'

"Ha ha... ha"

It made me more and more sad to be paranoid.

I shake my head and keep an eye on the front. I even concentrated on running the carriage.

Iola and Riola looked intrigued when their classmate Lentomia (sister) brother was heard to be Dickamaran's strongest wizard, but when Lentomia finished giving the unusual answer, one of them climbed onto the roof.

I may be splitting characters with my beloved "sister Lentomia" in women's clothing mode, but I'm not sure what's true.

In the first place, the few similarities between me and Lentomia may be that they don't like the place where too many people live. When we talk one-on-one, we have a sarcastic conversation about rap, but when we enter a group, there is a similarity in the fact that we get a smaller mouth count as soon as we get in.

When I thought Lentomia was strangely quiet, sometime on the roof of the carriage, I slept in a queer sleep.

Two laid-back legs, flappy and rocking beside my head.

Come to think of it, Lentomia had a fixed position on the roof on her previous journey, which seemed like her favorite place.

- The sky is infinitely wide, and it's going to suck in.

Lentomia often looked at the sky, the stars and the clouds that changed.

I used to look up into the half-elf sky from time to time.

and -,

Tight, warm hands stuck to my cheek from behind.

"Guru, don't you miss me alone? Eat this."

"Pram, thanks"

I took the cookies I was offered and ate them by mouth.

It tasted sweet and soft.

"Plum wants to sit there, too."

"Fine... but if you fall, you're in danger"

"That's why I like it there."

"Wow, here!

Plum dives into my arm for a moment and sits across my lap. It fits small and soothing, but felt heavier than I had imagined the weight it would take on both legs.

Lowering his gaze, the ground flows under the carriage as if it were a river.

I accidentally hugged the plum from behind at such a speed that I was sorry for the injury if it fell. It conveys a warm and soft feeling.

Long hair touches a few muscles and tickles my face.

"Ooh... it's wide, it's wide -!

Plum shines his eyes and looks around.

"I'm already a long way from the village. It's the Mogolmeria Meadows that are running now."

"You can't see the fields, you can't see the house. How far does it go -?

"It's always been like this for a while to come"

Our carriage, which largely ran through the village, had already made its way to the meadow zone. The flat meadows as far as I can see are somewhat yellow in the fall season.

The sun was about to set in the Parnomechian Mountains, which seemed to be far away from summer. The orange light dyes the meadow golden.

In the nose of that mountain range lies the dwelling of the dragonman.

"Guru, what do you mean, like that white cotton wool?

"Oh, that's... wattage"

"Greg, you're amazing! I know everything, it's amazing -!

If you match it with a search magic (google) image (gazon), you can quickly find such an answer.

But there are two things in this world: there are answers, and there are things that cannot be found.

Are we on the right path now? What an answer I can't find.

Believe me, we just have to move on.

"Ke... to the wise! Well, it's a drink."

"Hempero?"

Unexpectedly, it was the coconut palm fruit that was offered beside my face.

The palm-sized round, hard fruit that can be picked in the countries of the South is actually packed inside with fruit juices that taste similar to sports drinks. It is a necessity for a journey that is treasured as a preserved drinking water for drilling holes and drinking. There is also a bag or so in the carriage.

There is a clumsily drilled hole in the upper part where the "barley stem" is inserted. Literal straw.

"Oh, thank you Hempero. Don't be shy. I was just thirsty."

I smiled unexpectedly and received it from the brown-skinned girl and included it in my mouth. It has a gentle taste that crosses the body. I'll give the pram half a drink too.

"So, take turns! Plum."

"Yes - it's Hempero's turn next -"

"Huh? Ha!?

Hemperoza crossed my lap this time so that Plum could just let go and switch back to the carrier. My body, which is somewhat lighter and thinner than the plum, does not hesitate to lean over.

Fluffy, soft brunette touches my cheek.

"Sage, I didn't mean to hold such a privileged seat all by myself... I told Mr. Xu!

"I'm doing it at work, I'm still doing it."

"What do you want me to skip? I'm not putting such a cute eagle on my lap, see?"

I'm pushing my hips around. Stop it!

Mental agitation disrupts the steering of carriages with magic threads (Magiwires).

Kakaka, and the usual high laugh. The cool evening breeze softens dark hair.

"... Yesterday, you got a lot of help"

"To? Oh, don't worry about the pram, it's for the weasel, it's for the cuddly servant."

"Oh, you did"

"Sage, of course... Can you fix the plum?

Black obsidian eyes were flattered.

"Oh... that's why we're going"

I say it out loud.

But if you don't, you're going to get annoyed.

I can't help you. And go back. To that warm place...

"Okay, don't forget that word! You see, it's good to taste a lot of it."

"Ya, stop it, you asshole!

His voice rang from over his head as he poked Gosn at the top of Hemperoza's head with his jaw.

"- Greg!"

"What's up, Lentomia?

When I noticed, Lentomia, the wizard who apparently woke up at some point, stared at the horizon with a rugged face as he stood still on the roof of an unstable carriage.

The wind flaunts the lovely looking half-elf robe and hair.

"Not good, they're surrounded."

Lentomia's quiet, then unwittingly haunted by her pressing voice.

I expanded the Enemy Boundary (Circle) of the Magic Thread (Magiwire) to its maximum diameter so that it could be played.

Continued