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

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

Princess Courtilt Metius waved small as she crushed to the top and bottom.

Fingertips are covered in white silk gloves, but the expression on your fingertips is graceful and soft.

I wanted to say hello, too, but I noticed that I still had "Methods in Society, Dance Edition" on my right hand side.

And Princess Metius stretched the wizard's wand in my hand.

- Magic?

The next moment I thought, when the tip of the wand broke into two strands and grabbed the book in my hand, I lifted it up.

In front of my eyes, taken by surprise and dismay, Princess Metius cleverly pinched the book at the tip of the cane, putting it back in its original bookcase.

Apparently, what I thought was a wizard's wand was a tool for a princess with a structure like a "high branch slaughter bass".

"Ha... is exactly the magic (magic) hand"

"There are too many books I can't reach."

The princess, wondering if she would change her expression like a doll, swelled her cheeks slightly and smiled at me like she was next.

- Hey, hey, that's so cute...

I follow, pretend to lift my glasses with my middle finger and hide my face in my usual pose.

Is this really Wicki Miln, the prophet that The One Clear World (Kristania), which enshrines the creed of cleansing the world with simple principles?

"If, Grecas..."

"What is it, princess"

"A little more, just a little more, let me talk to you, and listen to my..."

"... ok"

I am a wise man who values courtesy towards you. Time is running out, but I can't even say no to Metanostadt's princess's favor.

The princess may be a prophet of an organization that insinuates into manipulating the world behind her back, but this is how conversations are made because for me she is also a survivor.

The wheelchair princess looked ready for something and began to speak quietly.

"The story I thought about back then... was that I should destroy the world that afflicts me, and that I should turn into a beautiful, beautiful world"

"So that's just one clean world, the future foresight of a witch (Wiki) (Miln)?

The princess (Metaeus) takes the lead. Her hair flowed with a light golden colour on her shoulder.

"I was bewitched by my capable sister. But when I heard that the story I wrote was flooded with the world, I was surprised, but inside I rejoiced. Do you think your dream stories will become reality? And I thought innocently. But eventually, my father took my precious journal, locked me in here, and told me never to write a story again."

…………

The story... overflowing the world?

"As my father worried, the world has changed just as I painted it. When the world was truly disturbed, and the demon king appeared, and the people suffered, and my father finally went to battle, I became afraid. But at the same time... it's been fun..."

The princess squeezed her lips all the time and narrowed her eyes as if she was enduring something.

…………

"My sister was hard on me even as my father fought against the army of demon kings. When I hear the sound of my sister's pleasant party, I...! I wish my sister was gone... I wrote a few more stories in the margins of this library book."

Originally, the thin pigmented face is further paled, and the face is covered with a faint hand.

"'Take me to the dragon and lock me in the tower'...?

".................. Yes"

With a trembling voice, I nod small.

I remember a slight dizziness in a confession that didn't even come to my mind as a princess.

The story of Metius... is not prophecy.

Not like visions, either.

It is not a convenient future for us, as the followers of Kristania envision.

- A kind of world changing ability (Reloadias)...!

The feeling of licking my skin made me exhale the precipitated air in my lungs.

The sorcery book of prehistoric magic civilization contained stories of a country that had overused its power but thus collapsed and perished the "reason" of the world. Even if that's the "light of the end" in A Zoo.

"It was just an event. My sister...... I am. … is unacceptable."

I saw Princess Methius expose her human feelings and stroked her chest down somewhere. He said he was a normal person who was no different from himself.

"You still run your brush as you wish from time to time, don't you?

I said in a bright voice just to change the subject.

"... Yes. Sometimes when I read a book, I get visions. I can see strange places in the world, the brave men traveling, the wise men living in your mansion…"

I guess the princess also possesses visionary magic. So you're looking out for the world and making it a seed for delusions and dreams?

From the words of Princess Metaeus, I can't feel any signs of lies.

Numerous events so far, the case, Princess Methius' words, connect to each other in my head and derive one answer.

Five years ago, Princess Metaeus did write up a prophetic story, I guess.

- One Clear World - Wicked Future Prospects (Miln)

That's how the journal of the Chef II Sick Girl wrote about the Battle of Light and Darkness, the Demon King and the Brave, and the Wise Men coming from different worlds. And even from the past to the future, to the end of the country.

That should have been just some covert fun for the girl with the legs.

It was just a crystal of longing and adventure for a different world that leapt my heart and my dreams and fantasies.

But perhaps someone stole the diary of Princess Metius, which my father had covered, and thought it convenient. "This... is the Book of Prophecy!".

And so Lentomia called me again.

- Come on, it's tough!

That's what the MagiWire signal said. Is something going on? And apparently it's really limit time (limit).

"Princess...... I'm sorry. My friend the Wise Wizard is calling. This is it for today... Excuse me, I'll grab it."

"Oh...... thank you for tonight. Wow...... I was happy. Grecas the Wise! Come again."

The princess moved the wheel of the wheelchair and, as she approached me, extended her thin arm and gently touched my hand.

Tokun, and the heartbeat goes off.

Unexpectedly drawn to deep, clear blue eyes and a seemingly soft hair color.

I quietly thanked him with my hands to support me from the bottom, touching my fingertips as if to make sure they were real.

"Also, I'm coming to the library"

With her face up, her eyes wide like scattered deep stardust, the princess took a small sigh of relief.

I guess I haven't usually had a chance to talk to anyone so far. He looked like he exhaled a chest grab in a breath.

There were signs of people downstairs. I realize the guard came to look around from the voice and sound.

"Grecas, you'll find me here fine."

"F......, don't worry"

When I wrapped my whole body like a frown with a concealed (stealth) magic thread (MagiWire), I developed an autonomous driving formula (Appict) that disturbed only the wavelength of the visible light region, making me literally invisible.

"- Well!"

The princess leaks an innocent surprise voice.

"Okay, excuse me."

When I told him so with my voice alone, I crept down the stairs upstairs where I was now, slid through the side of the guard with dignity, and left the library behind.

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Before I could even wake up to the aftermath of my unexpected encounter with Princess Methius, I returned to the party venue. There are a lot of things I'd like to think about organizing my head, but they don't either.

The party venue was as noisy as ever, but things were a little different.

"Grey! Where have you been?!

"Role. Greg is everyone's coordinator...!

"Hey, what!?

If you want to see my face, turn around behind me and push my back all the way, Lentomia and Manuferno.

I was hissing because I thought you'd be mad about NS... but the situation was worse.

"You just didn't like the sight!

"Ho......!? That's odd, actually, me too!

Between the table where we sat, between the king and the queen, Princess Snoovel, the first princess, and Phalia, were staring.

Cheers echo with drunk guests from around.

"Nah...... what, this?

I was stunned.

A princess of a country and a small country of a region, even though the princess Falia hangs around the corner. It's a splash of cancer scattered with bees and sparks.

It's an impossible situation normally, but King Courtilt-Avneis-Lord is in a good mood and laughing. I mean a cut of an approved mentch!?

"Grey! You do something for me!?

With a semi-crying face, a rough, bodied brave Ergonote rushed over.

Continued