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

Outside the window, the sun was already starting to set.

Autumn days are short, with orange skies crowed and small winged dragons (Wyburn) rushing their way home.

In the kitchen of my hall, the "pot" - a sukiyaki style Inobu stewed meat, is carried to the mouth by everyone with a fork. "Sage Hall's special Grecas Innovation Pot, Fish Soy Sauce (Soyu) Flavor" seems very popular.

Refill and add sauce when you run out of meat. At some point the job was partitioned by Lentomia. The cute half elf, who looks good on the apron, was the wind that was proceeding from herself and doing her "Navellioli" job without a reluctant breeze.

"Hempero! You can't just eat meat, eat vegetables."

"To? All right."

The brown-skinned girl with the hair ponytail was told by Brother Lentomia to serve the meat and vegetables together on a plate.

Lentomia nods contentedly when she sees it. Totally in a "pot serving" state.

If you try and say, "The other world pot service is a beautiful boy half elf," it doesn't even sound like the title of some novel.

Plum is an omnivore (?) So whether it is meat, vegetables or mushrooms, it depends on the allowance and eating. If you eat, you'll have the energy to sustain your flesh, so eat well.

"Iola, the tow fu jelly collapses, so take it with this nerd"

"Oh, yeah."

Lentomia quickly hands Iola her balls. Iola had taken for her sister (Riola) a tofu-like food called "tofu jelly", which was hardened with soybean broth.

"Thanks, Io"

"I've never eaten anything before, but it's delicious... fun stuff like this"

"Yeah, you are!

Riola looked around at the bustling table and gave me a small smile when I met her.

Ugh. Riola is adorable when she's growing up.

... I can't believe he was hitting the demon with a goo punch of togetogenackle and a gutsy gutsy.

Did I get along a little bit with Iola and Riola?

The twin brothers and sisters, Cecily's house - I mean, they're living in the village chief's house, and they're getting better, but I guess they care a lot about being brothers and sisters.

I can't give Riola back her thoughtful words, but she doesn't need to feel comfortable here, so you just have to slow down.

"Apologize. I'm sorry, I couldn't help you."

Manuferno, sitting next to me, gently pulled his sleeve.

"Manu, what more do you say now? You just have to do what you always do."

"Appreciate it. Only you and everyone will say it that way, Gugre"

Quietly say so and carry the meat and vegetables divided into small plates into your mouth. Long, loosely knitted lowered hair and slightly leaned cloudy glasses.

Actually, Manu can't even cook if he wants to.

The power of the "Decay (Pedos)" emitted by the cursed blood leaks slightly, no matter how much it is sealed. So even if you hand them beautiful flowers, they shrivel as soon as possible, and the food you touch with your hands will drop in freshness. As the word goes, poison can also be a medicine, and by inversely converting its special magic, it can unleash its "healing power".

By the way, the inability to clean up the room and the depiction of peer magazines with rotten content have nothing to do with the power of corruption... it's a matter of hobby preference.

"Motivation. Looking at Lentomia's apron makes me feel murky... ideas for a new one"

"That's still normal driving there!?

- Well, fine. Well, shall I pick up a "guest"?

A visitor whose magic thread (MagiWire) has been detecting for some time is finally about to lay his hands on the front door of my building.

I followed the kitchen with the feast and headed to the front door.

The footprint is light.

I'll open the front door a foot faster from here.

"I've been waiting for you, Faria!

"Ooh!? Greg, did you know by magic?"

"I hope you think it's time to come. We're all just having dinner, and Faria's gonna eat it anyway, right?

With my thumb I point in the back.

Don't you even have to ask? Faria eats as many times as she likes if she can eat in the morning, noon and evening or whatever.

In order to attend the Victory Celebration Party in the Wang capital of Metanostadt, he came from the lodging town of Värsklin, following a call from the brave Ergonaut Rical.

Beautiful emerald-colored eyes on a deeply carved face characteristic of the northern hunting nation Rudens. Her loosely wavy hair was shaking in moonlight shades.

He carries a beloved Battle Axe (Battleax) on his back so big that he doesn't think he's a woman. Even though it is autumn, there is no wind through the cold, and he wears armor that covers only part of his body in simple clothing with a high exposure movement focus.

She said she'd have a party in a few days, but she's dressed as if she's going on an adventure somewhere now.

"That's a stupid question, you're invited by this good smell, and I'm here to eat you up!

Declare it as if it were a dojo break. I doubt why you eat up dinner at a friend's house, but a fancy smile is the usual faria.

"But surely, you could eat them all by yourself?

"Don't worry about it, they asked me to get rid of the Bombing Bird (Cocatrice) in the neighbouring village I passed by, thanks to you I got a lot of chicken."

In the skin bag protruding in front of me was the flesh of a boned exploding bird (Cocatrice).

The meat of a beast as hard as a stone, but can I fulfill it and call this "chicken"?

"Chicken... that's hard and bad"

"What no? I'll cook for you, I'll rent the garden!

"No shit!? Are you gonna barbecue now? You want to see everybody for now, don't you?

"Mm...? So is that. What about Lentomia? What about Manu? Are those siblings still here today? How's your pram lady?

He looks at me like he's covering me and asks me sooner than later.

"Oh, oh, well, I'm fine. A lot has happened today..."

I shrugged my shoulders and laughed thinly and invited Faria into the mansion.

◇

It was a fuss late that night.

Five of Dickamaran's six heroes are in my mansion. What a wonderful member.

If you want to borrow the title of the "Official Guidebook" of the Kingdom of Methanostat,

"The Most Powerful Woman Warrior, Faria" (Raguntus)

"The Wizard of the Circle Brams" (Lentomia)

"Divine Speed Swordsman, Luroni" (Queens)

"Mercy Monk Manuferno"

"Grecas, the Wise Man at the End"

Something like that.

Ergonote Rical, the leader and the brave man who leads the party, is missing, but that's only a few days away. I'll see you on the day of the party.

The Luroni story that brought us invitations tells us that Ergonaut Rical is busy cleaning up all the political work in the King's capital.

He wanted to come to my mansion, but you can't come like that...

I am so impressed by the fact that there are no more words in front of us, a "big star of admiration" for Iola, a brave aspiration, and her sister, Riola... I was surprisingly and normally tamed and bickering.

Except for Luroni, who's already been through a quest once.

By the way, it's not uncommon for a fellow party to be replaced. This is because there are many parties that operate to align the necessary battle forces according to their purpose, and they often go on adventures with the help of the so-called Alliance of Guardians (Alliance).

But we, the Six Heroes of Dickamaran, have been a regular member for nearly three years of adventure. Always the same member is quite rare.

"But Greg's face then... that was a masterpiece!

"Farrier! But don't do it anymore!?

Contrary to Faria laughing ahahaha, I screamed.

The female warrior involved in me while twisting the salt roast of cocatrice meat (a thing cooked by Lentomia's magic) apparently got more tense with gravy.

"Uhm, Lord Grecas'" The Troll Bride Case "is still number one."

"Significance. None. That's... terrible."

"Ha ha, no, my stomach hurts......!

I'm laughing at Lentomia using her body as a letter.

Iola and Riola are laughing bitterly, but you don't have to listen to our "Black History of Adventure" number one anecdote...

"What! What are you explaining, Luroni!?

- The Troll Bride case.

In the course of his former adventure, he crossed the rusty sea and sulphur mountains at the end of the west in search of legendary materials in order to create the ultimate armor beyond the invincible armor, and headed to the king of the Troll (* Medium Giant Nation).

This is the case of the king of Troll demanding that I be given away in exchange for the Mithril gold that he took in the mine.

Apparently, he wanted to care about the dark hair in his glasses, and he asked me to be his daughter-in-law.

Something is wrong at the point of my daughter-in-law, but if this is such a good-looking king king king that you want to be held, the other guy is such an ugly troll mixed with a pig and a giant. Even our lives are at stake, of course, if we're in a bad mood, we won't get the materials.

So I showed him the whole story, and he pretended to accept the king's offer and got the metal.

I, who remained in the castle of Troll alone, endured even though I was betrayed by the king, waiting for the night.

It was a scenario where, before the first night of the operation, I would be taken away in a raid by the Mysterious Robbers (disguised by other Dickamaran members) who broke into the castle.

But...

The robbers (tentatively) did not come.

I've been cornered on the verge of being robbed by ugly pig-faced trolls of fucking and first-kissing. It was the biggest pinch to come to the other world.

It was only later that I was heard that the mistake made made it into a battle with other demons and that they had left.

But I drove there, made a split out of magic thread (Magiwire), deceived the king's eyes and succeeded in escaping from the castle.

The fake "I" apparently disappeared glittering the next day, and I heard rumors of the King sinking into grief and the wind that the national burial had been carried out. I still think Troll Country has my "grave".

"So, when you saw me coming back in tears, everybody... that was weird, wasn't it?

"Pfft, Kuku, 'Cause Awkward...... I'm so done"

"Tears eyes. Greg... to your wife..."

"No!

Damn.

It's a nasty story, but it's a good thing that we can all have a pot and laugh.

Iola and Riola are laughing fun too.

And when I realized, Pram and Hempero seemed to be sleepy already, and were uttering.

"I'm sorry, and then we'll all eat the rest. Iola, Riola, it's late today and why don't we stay? Oh, don't worry about anything. Because the room is empty, and I'll magically write to Mr. Cecily."

"Yes, okay?

"Io...... but"

Iola with a happy face and Riola with a little confusion. They're looking at each other like they're gonna figure out what to do.

"Oh, I'm not saying I can't. Don't worry, I'll send you home."

"Tonight I want to hear a little more about everyone!

"... Me too!

When Iola made it clear, she imitated it like Riola blew it out, too.

"Wow! So, shall we toast! Not liquor, with gravy!

Pharia rose up, and brought the boned flesh to heaven.

◇

I took Plum and Hemperoza to their room rubbing their sleepy eyes.

Munya, and Hempero fell asleep as he was. Both Plum and Hempero were the first to take a bath after returning, so you wouldn't mind sleeping like this.

The quiet room is dim about the candle with only the light on the scented oil lamp. Occasionally, I hear laughter leaking from over there, separating a few walls.

"The mansion is lively and fun."

Plum eyes happen to be in thin lights. The voice is playing low.

"Right. Until the other day, we were alone."

- Plus, before that, I was alone.

"Plum is probably greedy -..."

…… Why? "

"More, I want everyone to stay. Sister Faria, Brother Cat, and... after all, I want you to stay home with Brother Io and Sister Rio."

"Oh... that's a greedy favor"

Unexpectedly laughs small.

"Can't you -?

"Come on, I don't know, ask everyone tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

I said good night, but Pram wouldn't let go with my hand in his hand even if he closed his eyes. Small, warm, slightly damp fingertips tangle my fingers.

"Greg, stay with me a little longer..."

"Oh, okay."

"Huh..."

Do you feel a little scared today and want to be sweet? I gently stroked Plum's head as I sat on the edge of my bet.

- In the end, did the "prophecy" I saw during the day come off?

"Poor sage who cries in the fall fields. The wreckage is cold and dull. I should have lived happily ever after. '

If the poem was directed at me, the result would have been different.

... No.

I didn't cry, but when I thought Iola had been eaten, I was pretty upset. Besides, it actually hits the second half.

How about "immobile wreckage", which means a haunted toad, and "should be able to live happily ever after", be interpreted as referring to the two paired frogs?

Didn't I just say 70% median......

Jiji, and the core of the perfumed oil lamp swayed, I saw it in a blurred corner of my vision.

Continued