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

Behind the labyrinth of the Royal Library bookcase, me and the wheelchair girl were quietly facing each other a few steps away.

There's no sign of anyone but us, but the hustle and bustle of the party is slightly heard from afar.

Being upstairs in the library would mean a royal family with a magical ring that could slip through the security perimeter and locking magic (secure).

"It was..., I thought... a fairy tale..."

"Fairy tale......? Me?"

To the girl's leaked words. I ask her what she means, but she swims her gaze as she unsettles her fingers at the tip of her honey-colored hair.

"... yeah... In the story...... I know you"

So small that I'm likely to miss hearing it, affirmation.

My story? I mean, are you confusing me with the characters or something in your dream story?

"I'm not the character in your story. I'm here now."

"... if that's true, maybe something as nice as a miracle..."

I noticed that the radiance of a profound universe was in the girl's eyes.

I'm a little freaked out by the bottomless beauty that's going to suck me in.

Some strange existential existential... That was my first impression.

How many girls with frightened and curious faces quietly ask how I am?

He wears a beautiful frilly, water-colored dress and ties a similar shade of ribbon to his hair. Thin, luxurious body that seems unrelated to labor, clear skin color.

Her body was small but her chest peeking through the open dress of her chest had the impression of being so fuzzy that she accidentally caught her eye that she looked 15 or 6 years old when she was a year old.

Face contours with awkward beauty and cherry bud-like lips. Blue gemstone-like eyes coloured by long lashes hold the brilliance of the galaxy within.

- 'Cause I must look suspicious right now...

I think to myself, I panic, I sift, I shake my head so small, I fix my glasses. If you say something, you're in a hurry.

"This is a good place."

And I utter words that I am not comfortable with.

But the girl doesn't run away, she doesn't call for screaming help. As he loosened the force of his hand on the wheel of the wheelchair as it was, he snapped with a disappearing voice as he slowly looked over the wall of the book.

"Do you... like books?

I'm here. I'm actually an illusion or a ghost, and at the next moment, I was a careful voice to make sure it disappeared...

"Ah......, ah! I like it. I never get tired of reading it all day. The records of the ancient world, the magic stories of the lost country, the hero Tan buried in history, hatu books in the novel, all fun. Above all... the weight, the feel, the sound of turning paper, and the smell of old ink when I held it in my hand... it's all good!

After I accidentally spoke hot in a breath, ah......! and I regret that I played the faulty. The mouth is tight, but besides the girl,

"... me too..."

and lowered my lips and loosened my expression.

I turned my gaze to the bookcase where the search fairy (Search Angel) just disappeared. The seventh book from the left on the top shelf. When I retrieved the relatively unspoilt back cover book, it was written in old fashioned letters: "Manipulation in the Social World, Dance Edition".

The search fairy (Search Angel) searched for words approximating "Dance Hatto" that I searched for and disappeared into the book. I guess I flew to the "world of different phases" on the back of the book.

Now, part of the title and content of this book was shown in the search magic (google) results display window that came up in front of me.

"Dance hatu.... It's a castle party today, so I looked for this. The Search Fairy (Search Angel) guide takes this."

I pointed the book at the girl.

"You too... can you see the search fairy (Search Angel)?

Speak unexpectedly. But the Royal Methanostat is an original magician. It is a blood muscle that has ruled the country with the power of mighty spells, sometimes cursing, offering wishes to God and leading people.

Its origins are even said to emanate from the royal family of the country of A Zu, dubbed the "light of beginnings and ends" of a lost ancient civilization a thousand years ago.

"The majority of my power, the Sage, is borrowed from search fairies (search angels)."

"Wow......, you are the true sage...... Grecas"

I finally started opening my mouth, kneeling one knee in front of Princess Metius, and drooling my head with humility. I have a heap of things to ask, but I was finally sure.

- This princess (Metius) is the person who wrote that poem, and the prophet Wicki Miln.

"Nice to meet you, Second Princess of the Kingdom of Methanostat - Princess Courtilt Metius"

The girl's eyes are stunned open. Small lips open, but thin fingertips quickly covered and hid the mouth.

"Why..., about me?

"I followed the poem the princess wrote all over the place"

"Can you do that?

"Yep..."

I was like a knight, kneeling, only slightly lifting my face and nodding.

"Princess Metius, could you please let me hear your... 'Story'?

When the princess glanced slightly at my question, she looked down and thought.

And then he begins to talk with hesitation.

"Sage - Grecas, don't you laugh?

"Grecas is fine. What are you laughing at? I pay homage to the author who created it, in any story, in poetry, in song, and I dream and inspire that world"

From the face of Princess Metius, who feels faceless, at least there is no more color of vigilance. What you can feel is an atmosphere close to relief, like the snowmelting sun of spring tips.

Dreams and delusions don't make me lose either.

For me, who has lived through books in the library alone and inflated my delusions, no matter what Princess Metius's story and his doings are, there is no way I can laugh or tear them up.

Between them... By analogy, I felt that they were one another with the common denominator of cook two delusions.

I guess both in that sense and Manuferno are "one another" but the direction and hobby preferences are too different or incompatible......

"Oh, you know... the sage I thought about came from the other side of the world."

Shame on you, lay down your gaze as you grip the hem of the blue dress tightly and start talking.

The voice is small, but the kind of voice that rolled the bell is pleasant to the ear.

The other side - huh? Is this still about me? While I have my doubts, I listen quietly.

"The world is behind the world (Titio) … an iron carriage running through the earth or a feathered ship flying through the sky, powered by magic beyond our thoughts. Plus, there's a country where 'only humans' live, though incredible... it's a beautiful, peaceful 'one clean world'!

Princess Metius began to speak with her emotions gradually elevated. My tongue, which I don't normally use, finally moved.

"People with black hair in the same black eyes as Sage live in the same clothes... Yeah, this must be a 'school building', where Sage lived with respect"

Oh... and I groaned in my heart.

You visioned my world? Or are you just really dreaming about it? Or both. The "world of the wise" the princess speaks of seems to be a hit, and somewhere different.

"But this world (Titi) has always been chaotic, and everything that's beautiful and everything that's not. Death and life are always a piece of paper, and wealth and hunger create walls of mind. Eventually 'Darkness' came out of it and covered the world..."

- Demon King, you mean Denmark.

But the world of chaos is the same as the world I was in. Instead, how more fascinating this world is for me, is the lawn next door something that looks blue......

"Eventually, 'Light' will gather together to take an adventure to fight 'Darkness'! Brave, lovely brave man! A very strong female warrior! Don't forget the wise and beautiful wizard, the gentle healing monk, oh, the lovely swordsman."

Gradually the feverish cheeks are slightly colored. Soon, the way I intertwined my fingers in front of my chest and spoke happily to me was the naive girl herself, which I felt in "Poetry" in that note book.

"Is that... the story of us, the heroes of Dickamaran?

"Yeah, I'm not. 'Cause I thought about this... when I was ten, right? It's... it's about the heroes I thought about five years ago. It's childish... is that crazy?

I shook my head quietly.

You were relieved of how I looked, and your mouth looked like you smiled small.

I couldn't help but notice the princess's strange eyes.

"But - the braves can't defeat the darkness alone. So... I thought. Coming from different worlds, invincible.

A rough feeling crawls through my neck. The story of the disappeared princess Metius. Darkness, light, heroes, different worlds, and - wise men.

"Did you... call me...?

In a similar inquiry to my groan, Princess Metius seemed to be inclined slightly to the shaped contour to gauge the meaning of the question. I immediately changed my question.

"Princess Metius, are you..., why are you here?

To my unexpected question, I blinked my eyes, with a small voice,

"... I... can't get out of here..."

"Is it because your legs are crippled?

"There's that too... it's forbidden to leave"

- Home arrest?

I finally understood there. The bond that was placed in this place is not a refusal to enter from the outside. He said it was for another inwardly expanded junction, or trap.

Hidden in the royal darkness, Second Princess Metius. What the hell happened to this princess who was erased from the royal record five years ago on the border? But it's only a few minutes from the first meeting. No more prying, not now.

Lentomia is sending a signal through the magic thread (Magiwire) connected by the ring that it is time to return.

Apparently, time ran out here.

Princess, the greatest gain is that the Prophet Wicki Miln was found here. We'll have another chance than we know where we are.

"I had so much fun talking about the princess. But... I'm sorry, but it seems time has come.... can I come back here and come to the library?

I told him in a slow and quiet voice.

The princess pressed silently as she breathed into my words, and eventually lowered her eyes sadly, squinting with a small nod as she grabbed the hem of the dress tightly.

"Also... in the library..."

Continued