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

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I was standing in the "white world" when I realized it.

I don't know up and down, it's a bright white space with no ceilings, no walls, no floors. My whole body is wrapped in a fluffy sensation.

- Oh, speaking of which... you were eaten.

"Am I... dead...?

I haven't heard back from you. Could this be heaven or hell, or more somewhere else?

In a battle with Demon King Demon Green Body Desplanetier, I... lost. I managed to get Hemperoza and the Plums off the hook, but I remember blurring to the point that I was taken in by him...

But now my body and my hands and feet move freely. Given the absence of scratches on the body, it is approximate to assume that this is a place out of phase with reality, like in a dream or in the spiritual world.

Imagining the "ground" and "door" to try, a solid floor and a simple, hand-written, picturesque door suddenly appeared in the white world.

"Ho...? I see."

I accidentally admire the feeling of the soles of my feet touching the hard ground.

Is my spirit the only one lost around the magic reservoir (Magina Bank) that forms the magic circuit of the Demon King Demon Green Body Desplanetier?

As I asked myself, the surrounding landscape changed clearly, and gradually the walls, windows, and the pattern of the floor became clearly visible. The color is the same white color, but the texture was beginning to emerge like pure white marble.

This is a circular room with a total of twelve glassless stone windows surrounding me. The ceiling looking up was also round domed, resembling a room on the top floor of the tower.

The only thing that looks like an entrance or exit when you look around is the first door that shows up.

- You're like a princess trapped in a tower.

With that in mind by myself, I put my hand on the door... and the door opened lightly without any resistance.

"Ugh...?

I looked at the glare. The world was changing to two colors, blue and white, as the eyes grew accustomed to it. The top half looking up looks like a blue sky, but I don't see any clouds or sun. When I gazed, it was a "universe" bright and bright.

The hemispherical celestial sphere was filled with such brilliance that it simultaneously photographed the starry sky and the daytime blue sky.

The white part on the other side is an extension of the marble floor that leads from the first room you were in. My feet are still firmly treading, and my face is reflected and visible on the polished floor.

Looking back, the white floor leading from the open door seemed to be spreading like a semi-circular balcony.

This was a strange space, like an "out-of-island" protruding into space.

- of space-time... a narrow space? No way.

"My second guest today... is you"

I looked around a little bit in an unexpected voice. Then, at some point, one figure stood on the edge of a balcony protruding into space, at a critical point.

I feel comfortable with that look.

Long red and black colored hair wrapped around a body covered in lumpy muscles and a stern face by the time it is beautiful. Red eyes with a provocative grin at the mouth, a sharp light that shoots. Above all, it's "feathers" like ferocious dragons that catch your attention. It was a dragon (dragon) youth.

And - that face looked familiar.

"Demon King...... Denmark!

A groaning voice leaked out of my throat.

It's somewhat different in appearance and atmosphere from when fighting in the castle of the Demon King, but no doubt. Demon King Denmark.

I try to open tactical information displays (tactics) aggressively, but there is no response. I tried again and it was the same. You can't try chanting directly with your mouth, the magic doesn't inspire you.

"What......!?

The heartbeat jumps as soon as possible.

It's like being thrown naked into a cage of beasts.

Next to the giant monster, face to face with the "Demon King", there are times like this on a bad day. Did I do something that God hates? … although there is not a verse that I think I will patrol.

"I tried it too, but apparently it's no use?

……

Denmark laughs softly and continues the words with teasing voices.

"You're in 'nothing' at all. This is it. I'd like to serve some tea, but there's no connection between raw hatred."

Standing supernaturally with his arms around him, he circles his gaze here as he walks the edge of the white balcony critical.

I haven't wrapped a single thread around that figure, but I don't feel naked because of the outer skin like armor. I'm going to be fascinated by its beauty and perfection as if it were a sculpture, rushing to ascertain my body. Apparently, I dress poorer like a poor young man, with a shirt on my pants like jeans. I don't see a "robe of sages" that protects me and gives me confidence.

"Really, this is the demon king demon green body... in the spirit body of Desplanetia, so..."

I give back words that are hard and powerless.

"Demon King Demon...... Planeti......? Oh, you mean this Zero Void."

Demon King Denmark looked up at the star-crossed strange blue sky.

Zero void?

"It's about this closed space. A closed world created by the instincts of plant-based demons. It's an inner universe of nothingness monsters that just grow and eat up the world."

"This bright white, empty world?

I looked around.

It's a cold place with absolutely nothing. Is this the world of nothing in that monstrous mind that devours everything at the end of growth and is covered in nothingness...

"Yes. This monster you were desperately fighting for... is not just a cannibal plant demon changed. The very 'distortion' of this world gathered together. Eventually the world will converge in the nothingness of darkness and silence, its beautiful end point… this world."

Demon King Denmark gives a frightened look and keeps talking to rap. Apparently, surprisingly, this guy likes to talk. Well, you'll miss being in a place like this all the time, but I'm at least a Dickamaran hero who fought the Demon King to death.

"... but. I thought I could rule this monster at first, too, but... I couldn't. Now I'm a pathetic 'demon king' who failed to reincarnate and even got taken in by this monster on the contrary. Don't you think that's funny? Sage Grecas."

He shrugs his shoulders in self-derision and turns his gaze to me. I'm not trying to make sense of that word.

"Danish, didn't you create this monster?

"Haha? You're the one who created it, aren't you? Sage Grecas."

Denmark frowned greatly and turned his gaze to me to say it was clear.

"No, I... I just need medication..."

I pushed silence there. Didn't my self-confidence sin of twisting the world's "logic" create this monster?

Denmark was staring at me with a ruthless face to Russia, but eventually loosened his expression, and

"Sage Grecas, I wanted to talk to you very carefully for once. I have access to the Southern Library for a thousand years."

"-!? You too... take that bookshelf labyrinth... you know?

"I can't use it as efficiently as you. But I can write it down."

- I can write! I mean... can you rewrite the book information in the Millennium Library (Southern Library)!

"I've been thinking about the use of this power. It's a force that will do nothing to cover and dominate the world with darkness."

"Ah......!

"But you showed up named 'Sage'. I used the power of the Millennium Library (Southern Library) in an amazing way to guide the brave men, defeating my servants one after the other, and even burying my spouse Hemperoza."

Its eyes are as sharp as ever, but it has an empty laugh in its mouth like it gave up somewhere.

"As soon as the brave man pierced my heart, I planted a" ritual "for my resurrection in a book that creates artificial life forms (homunculus) of ancient books. I bet your curiosity, Grecas the Wise."

There were slight signs of mockery (bruising) on his mouth.

My vision is distorted and the sweat of my balls blows out.

I... was spotted by this demon king, Denmark.

The secret of the power of the wise, and... that the empty part of my heart will eventually dye my hands to the contraindication of the creation of artificial life forms in an attempt to fill the gaps in my heart.

"I..."

Striking and trembling at remorse.

Did you lose? To Desplanetier, and to Demon King Denmark.

"But Lord Grecas the Wise (...). I failed, too, in fact."

"Lost... lost?

I sighed and started walking slowly along the edge of the balcony again.

"To the sword held by the brave Ergonote... I didn't think there was such a hidden power. I was sure I'd meet Hemperoza again.... thanks to which I failed to reincarnate... no, was it too successful? It's been" reduced "to the presence of microbes at the bottom of a wine barrel."

What the words of Demon King Denmark mean. I guess that means that the power of the Ergonote sword and the magic of the reincarnation planted by Denmark itself have interfered and have been reduced to a pre-fetal cell-like state instead of children.

The place of reincarnation was probably the "barrel" in the lab of my mansion because, like Hemperoza, it was drawn to me, a special being from different worlds.

"So you're getting along with the rest of the cunt in the plant..."

"Well, that's the place"

Denmark peered down, from the edge of the white balcony, saying as if it had lost interest.

And looking back at me, he asked me to come. I get close to the edge with the flirtatious, as they say.

It was a blinding height. From there the world itself looked like a water polo. Looking further at the tip of Denmark's gaze as prompted, he saw a spark of tingling.

Even more staring... I could see people who looked familiar fighting in the shadows of a giant monster.

"Ah... that one!

"Yes, yours, my friends."

The brave Ergonautical wields a treasure sword and evokes thunder. Lentomia shoots and unleashes a giant fireball. Faria slaps her eating arm in the depths of her special -.

But all its attacks are absorbed, and Desplanetier increasingly increases its power.

"No...!

I shuddered and groaned the way I clenched my fist.

"Pretty good view, huh? It's a" privileged seat "where you can see the heroes defeated and the world eaten up by the creatures of nothingness."

"Shut up......!

"But you can't do anything anymore. The flesh that is left is sucked out of magic, decayed, and only the spirit remains here."

I glanced back at Denmark pouring a mocking glance at me.

As long as we get out of this spiritual world and return to the original body, the final combat ceremony - the last resort left to me, even that one, can inspire... it is possible to reverse the situation.

- Not yet, it's not over.

"I can still do it, no..., do it!

I scratch my entire body to increase my strength and squeeze out my awakenings, even with shards of magic.

Under my eyes, my people are desperately fighting.

"Give me Greg... give it back! '' Tell my friend to spit it out... say it! 'Lentomia finds Faria challenged by the giant, but the uncoupled attacks of Dickamaran's heroes are easily bounced back by the Demon King's Green Body Desplanetier.

Monster traits and weaknesses are being fought by their allies without being given time to understand them.

It wears off as it is, eventually......

"Damn! Lentomia! Ergo! Faria!... Manu! Lu!"

But I knew it wouldn't arrive where I screamed a lot.

This is a world of vain dreams, a clogged zero void (Zeroptis), where Desplanetier and I were captured.

I don't like it...

I don't want to lose anyone.

We have to go back... over there, um... to the world!

-;

"Sage Grecas, I'm actually in a bad mood right now..."

……

Suddenly, Demon King Denmark lowered his voice in a grumpy manner.

"When that Hemperoza, who I didn't stop lovingly, came here, I felt destined to be a boulder, too, and I was happy. I thought I could confuse my loneliness... a little bit."

"Hem... Perosa...?

"But! He keeps talking about you. Work hard with your smaller body. Sage said it was fun. And... he said he was happy."

Denmark snorts and arms with Hun, staring somewhere far away.

"Ha... ha"

I almost dropped my knee unexpectedly. Damn it, what kind of situation do you think you're in and how desperate I am to fight?

- I'll have to preach to you when I get home.

"You... took away my only talker, Hemperoza!

Gah! and Denmark, a demon king who fangs with a horrible shape like a demon. It seemed to wander unexpectedly at its force, but I was no longer afraid of anything.

Lift up your glasses with a cool face,

"Oh, because I've decided to keep him and raise him properly. Demon King."

And make him smile invincibly.

"Fine, sage Grecas! I'll inflict pain on you! This... tranquil world... is mine alone!

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A tremendous struggle erupted from all over Denmark. The only force in the unusable zero void (Zeroptis) that can be created of its own free will - struggle.

He wrapped a running stream of visible force around his right hand to create a giant swirl of wind in silver. It is accommodated in Denmark's right fist as a different mass of energy than magic.

"In a world filled with chaos and pain......, suffer but fine aaaaa!

With a cracking mood, Denmark shook through his right hand. At that moment, the space was torn apart as if to smash the glass, and a disastrous darkness appeared over it. There, it was in that Des Planetians body.

"Go back... wise man. And..., tell Hemperoza"

"Ugh!? Denmark!?"

Grabbing the root to power, Denmark threw my body into the rift of space as it was. I scream at the intense feeling of falling, but I was hearing the last word Denmark uttered with incredible thoughts.

- Be happy, he said.

Continued