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

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"The people who raided this inside defeated all of them. No more worries."

When he told the dragon men (Draguns), a great deal of cheer arose.

The eyes of applause and respect were directed at the twins "brave" Iola and Riola, the wizard Lentomia, the monk Manuferno and the female warrior Faria. Each has a bewildered, illuminated grin.

"Hey, I can light something up... before Rio"

"Io, don't hide behind me!

Iola and Riola looking friendly while switching back and forth.

Riola's feelings about her hot brother (Iola) were somewhat confused by literally "crushing" the earthly (Craigolem) sorcerer (Master).

"I just did what Greg instructed me to do."

A half elf with a girl's face scratches her cheek. A soft breeze combs hair of color that blends into the green trees of the forest.

"Sunny. I'm kind of unfamiliar with being admired under the sun."

Dragon Man's (Dragunian) young man's forged abs... I want to sketch his uplifted brachial muscles... haha, he seems to be saying bumps, but I'll just relax for now.

Lentomia and Manuferno are my pace as usual even after the battle.

How many thanks and praises will it be for them, who have carried out numerous adventures as heroes of Dicamaran?

By the way, the dragon men (draguns) have not seen my place of action, so I introduced that it was the brave female warrior Faria who "fought and won the horrible threesome", and people decided to ask Faria to accept the praise.

"Greg, I don't usually work..."

"If Faria hadn't come, I'd have been a piece of meat (mince), that's all right?

"Duh, how come Greg always...!

"Well, never mind."

Knock on the armor of your arm and close one eye.

and the daughters of several dragon men approached Faria to give her a bouquet of flowers. You have to dye your cheeks, and the way you look at each other is not as different for a subhuman as for a human being.

Girls flock around Falia and it's quite popular. When it comes to Iola and still being attracted to strong things, there seems to be no difference in race.

"Come on, Plum's got a bunch of buddies"

"We all have feathers -! Can you fly?

Plum glistens his eyes and looks at Anemi's feathers, twisting.

"............ I can't fly like a bird. When you jump, you can just fly so far away"

Hmm! And when Annemie pushed small, the feathers on her back spread. Phew. Apparently, one of the kids can't handle it very well.

When spread out, it resembles bat feathers, but overall reddish brown and thin coating.

"Plum wants to fly in the sky someday too -..."

Now Anemi was around the back of the pram, scratching a tiny plum feather and looking at it.

I think I figured out why Plum likes to go after Cho.

".................. one of these days you'll be big, okay"

"Are you sure -!?

"... I hear you should rub it."

"Ha!? It tickles."

It's like rubbing your chest makes you bigger, right? Targeted conversation, but only about back feathers.

Pram and Hemperoza laughed happily mixed up with the dragon children, Anemies, at some point. I want to learn a little bit about the adaptability of the kids who will soon accept me as a friend and the low hedge.

Well, I had one last big job left.

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The temple, built through the roots of the trees the Dragons worship as the "great trees of the world," was surprisingly wide open when they entered. The intricately intertwined roots of trees became the walls of the room, and lichens similar to hikarigoke illuminated the ground and ceiling with yellow-green light.

Is your body this "great tree of the world" itself, able to interact with the world through spiritual veins? A kind of spiritual faith. A native religion?

An elder ruling the inside, Alpa-a-Jer, and several majestic old men, sitting in place of a chair with thick tree roots protruding from the ground, staring at us with a quiet eye.

Alpa a Jer is a brave elder who looks like a warm old man, hoarding long white beards and fights in the lead when he bees.

Red eyes, which can also be characterized by dragon men (draguns), are shaking with light that makes them feel old and deeply intelligent.

Next to me was Lentomia and Faria, and further beside them was Iola and Riola with Manuferno sitting in a chair at the root of a tree similar to the elders. Plum and Hemperoza are by my side, sitting on the ground with their knees properly.

Everyone here seems equal except the elders and guests sitting in the chairs at the roots of the trees, sitting in thoughtful places surrounding us. For a castle in the kingdom of man, from the throne high enough to look up, the king looks down upon the beholder.

The difference between a human and a dragon man is that he moves the feathers on his back in a grumpy fashion from time to time, but everyone quietly spells out the words of the elders uniformly. It seems that the "reflection" and our welcoming party are about to begin.

"I want to thank everyone first. The fact that we survived this unlucky invasion without the dead was due to the cooperation of everyone and the power of the heroes."

It was an unexpectedly friendly welcome to the dragon people who were said to "hate humans". Given that it was humans who attacked this inside, and that it was also a line of humans who saved it, many of them couldn't sort out their feelings.

"I really appreciate it. Sage - Lord Grecas, and the heroes of Dicamaran... two young brave men. No... Plus the younger kids did their best."

Attention is also drawn to Plum and Hemperoza, and the venue is surrounded by the warm laughter of the dragon men. The colour of relief floats on the elder's wrinkled face.

It seems we looked like a party made up of "women and children," except for me, the sage, who delivered even more lost anemies, so everyone inside accepted.

Yesterday, when "self-proclaimed brave men" wandered around like muscularly heavily armed travelers breaking into people's houses to open their tans and take their medals, Iola and Riola, desperately fighting in a selfless spirit to save the dragon man, as well as the figure of Pram and Hemperoza, seemed vividly visible in the eyes of the dragon men.

"I never dreamed the legendary Dickamaran hero would come. No."

"Not at all, I wondered what would happen for a while..."

"But I didn't expect the Four Heavens of Kanlyun to go into such outrages..."

"Is it not true that this case is the commission of the Principality of Canreune, which is supposed to be impenetrable?

Other old men mouth anxiety.

"That's the thing... actually"

I explained that the outrage of the Four Heavenly Kings of Kanlyun was instigated by an organization, and that the Principality of Kanlyun itself probably had nothing to do with this invasion.

The invaders who defeated the dragon men one after the other with high physical abilities and vitality and dominated the inside all at once - the Four Heavenly Kings of Kanlun - were tied to trees outside the village.

It's a boulder to live about Falia's attack, but he doesn't seem to have the strength to stand up anymore. Furthermore, the people who have become incapable of using magic with my power will not only be "just human beings," but will be impossible to escape from this forest, where demons walk wide.

I decided to leave this aftertreatment to the dragon men.

I told them that their purpose was Dragon Man's Blood. He wanted dragon men's blood to make it a raw material for tough flesh and secret medicine to gain youth.

The entire venue twitched and was engulfed in severe painful air.

"Oh my..." "Such horrible things." "That's why humans can't be trusted!

The air in the venue increases the degree of urgency. Naturally. Some people have saved their lives because of the healing of Manu, but their injuries still cannot be healed.

But this was a bet.

I want blood for the same purpose. But we need to show that it's not like them. I'm going to get my hands on that.

And so, at the elder's suggestion, the treatment of the wizard who manipulated the earthly form (Craigorem) was discussed with the Four Heavens King.

I guess you were afraid that the spearhead of anger would turn on us. Thank you wise and thoughtful elders.

Teng himself, who was manipulating the earthlings and pushing the dragon men into the temple, was a girl named Torono Pack. The highest ranking of the Cullen Magic Knights was "Four Heavens King," but he seemed to be one of the higher-ranking wizards known as the "Sixteen Masses" of his direct men.

But now, tied to a roll like a worm, he's trembling outside.

I thought I would destroy (Breaker) the real name Holy Mark, but apparently I was told, "Depending on my work, I can promote you to the Four Heavens King," and I just gave him a hand.

And Torono Buck's hundred golems didn't really hurt anyone.

It was Angeline and Bearthus, and Urunen, who relentlessly defeated the dragon men, and the Earthlings (Craigorem) were placed in the role of trapping the dragons from the outside where they fled to the temple.

Iola and the others were crushed by the Earthlings, but they were certainly not in a state where they would take their lives.

The dragon men seemed unanimous in taking the three Four Heavenly Kings and the earthly girl to the king's capital in the Principality of Kanlyun and asking for treatment.

Well, I don't want to see a tragic lynch or an execution, so it helps. The only kind of attitude that is generous and relaxed to the judgment of the law is that of a species that dwells on a boulder-high intelligence.

"Now, write to the king of Cullen so that he may never be threatened again in the name of the wise man."

"Oh... Lord Sage!

When I asked the Dragon Man for a piece of paper, he wrote a letter in front of the crowd.

To sum up, "We have succeeded in defeating the distracted Four Heavenly Kings. I ask you to ask Miss Torono for more information. Grecas the Wise will never again suffer the great dragon men of King Kanlyun."

Something like that.

Dragon people circled their eyes when they showed the letter in a magical light with a sealed autonomous drive ceremony (appct). It's a kind of allusion ceremony that no one but the king tries to open.

"If you hand them over with this letter, there will be no horrible people in here. I will not only speak to Kanlune, but also to King Methanostat."

"From what to what, Lord Grecas the Wise. The only letter of a wise man in the world, no matter what kingdom he is, he can never be scorned."

He shook my hand in the way that a nice, cute old man who had received my letter next to the elder was impressed.

Still seems to be a good eater for "Sage Brand" and magic performances.

- I can use that.

"Now, whisper, prepare for the feast..."

And so I stood up, basically, on my knees before the elders, and raised my voice.

"I have a favor to ask for... blood... and I want you to share your blood"

Moment after moment, the air froze.

That would be so. The same words were uttered from the mouth of the wise man as the Four Heavenly Kings of Kanlyun, who invaded and brutalized this inner city.

"Nah... what did they say? Sage...... Your Highness"

Elder's eyes are much narrower.

The twitching and shock spread among the dragon men like quiet ripples.

"Blood?" "Sage... our blood?" Well... it's just like them. "

A sigh of groaning and anger leaked.

"Oh, hey, Greg, what the hell you doing!

Faria hastily stopped at me, not knowing what was going on.

Lentomia and Manuferno keep their lips tied all the time to watch what happens.

Iola and Riola may perhaps have forgotten until this moment that the purpose of the journey is the material of the medicine that saves the pram, that is, the blood of the dragon man (Draguns). I looked at each other for the seriousness of things and gave them a confused look.

You won't understand the pram at the time, but Hemperoza has been holding my hand for a long time on the spot.

"I... want to save a life."

I continued quietly and with a voice that could be heard by all the dragon men with a serious face.

"Blood is life!" "I didn't know you'd give it to me...!

Angry voices rise. But the elders controlled it, and with a lowered voice,

"There must be extra circumstances, but... for us blood is life itself. You can't just give it to me when you tell me to."

and told him as he stared straight at me.

The tone was soft, but it was compelling not to say whether or not. My eyes were telling me not to complain any more. I mean, I can't keep this place.

The dragon men's reaction was risky to exceed expectations.

But.

- This is where... it's time to show my power, sage.

Continued