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

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The royal library that rushed in was filled with quiet and harsh air.

The Royal Library is situated in the base part of the castle, created by shredding the rocky mountains, and is one of the oldest parts of the Royal Castle of Metanostadt. The Royal Library, a repository of knowledge, is located in the part of the castle that dates back five hundred years.

It is assumed that it was at the beginning of this castle that the hard rock foundations were sharpened and a small church built, but as the village flourished and became a town and eventually a country, the additions were made several times and stacked like an annual wheel to become what it is today.

The library blowout, which extends to the third floor if you join the basement and the ground with a blowout, leads to the hall of the Royal Metanostadt Castle.

This is just an intellectual space where enthusiastic readers, researchers and students can hear the sound of turning books from time to time.

Books, books, books that fill the walls if you look around.

Historical, Biblical, Dictionary, and Festival books that have been collected over hundreds of years from all over the continent. A vast amount of books about magic are precious. Not only that, of course, but everything is organized and arranged by bookcase, even poems, songs, novels and picture books loved by people with the prosperity of the country.

The bookcase itself is also quite large, and the bookcase, which is as wide as an adult's hands have spread, is about ten steps tall as it looks up. Perhaps a thousand books in one bookcase will be held in excess of excellent numbers. They say there are hundreds of such shelves in the Royal Library.

Of course, the book above does not reach where it stretches out, so there are moveable ladders (ladders) available everywhere.

The royal clerk (Libraria) looks at me and smiles, thanking me deeply.

The Royal Library has been here several times since the adventure ended, and even search magic (Ggol) has a high rate of books hitting. In many ways, I would be a regular.

"Hmmm! No matter how many times you come, the library is fine. Mm-hmm!... sooo, hah, sooo, hah... oh, the smell of this old paper and ink! The mosaic on the back cover of the heavy tanned leather is human wisdom, a permanent painting…!

Huhahahaha! I hold my glasses up stunning at my fingertips in the face of about to scream.

"Sage......, you look happy"

"Oh, I think I've never seen such an icky sage before"

Riola and Iola look at me and say strange things. I'm always crazy, huh?

"It's amazing -! Full of books."

Hemperoza holds the mouth of the screaming pram.

"Shh! To the plum, this is where we keep quiet..."

"Moga, moga...... right?

"That's right. A lot of people are just about to read a book, so be quiet. Do you understand?"

I stroke his head pounding, and the plum smiles and nods.

"Yes… it is -"

Plum gives a small, far-fetched salute.

"Okay, then let's kill time until evening. Let's read a book of thoughts!

Yeah, that's a good suggestion. The library is a world of dreams where everything is packed.

Plum and Hempero follow the children's picture book corner. A small desk and chair line the corner of a bright window, just off the entrance to the library. Little, beautiful, witty children at a glance with aristocratic children were reading books in adulthood.

Both Hemperoza and Plum round their eyes to many picture books and fairy tale books.

Introduce the prams to the kind looking beauty scribes in charge of the children and ask them to join us. Of course, it is available to citizens and nobles alike.

The two of them, who started looking at the book for their hands, are already obsessed with the picture book.

"Come on, Riola and Iola are next. Take you to a bookcase with a study guide that will be used by Wang Du's students!

Iola and Riola just had an ambiguous grin on their faces like they were stuck in words, however.

"Oh, you know... I like books, but we... we still have a few things to buy and a store to see"

"Sage, I'll be here in the evening, can you go and come?

Riola also synchronizes with Iola's seemingly sorry words. Mm-hmm. I'm sorry, but if you two are like that, we can't help it.

It's hard to grab a place with magic thread (MagiWire) like a manual, but Iola and Riola won't get into any trouble.

"Oh, go away. Take care and go. Speaking of which... do you have a penny?

"Shopping change, there's about three gold"

Riola looked somewhere sorry and took the change out of her pocket to show it. That was the rest of the twenty golds I gave you when I was shopping.

"Riola made a good purchase, so that's your price."

When the two of them looked at each other in my words and smiled like a ho, they bowed down with a pepper and left the library to jump.

Sometimes you want a breath, and Iola and Riola, you want some time to spend alone.

"Well, then I won't hesitate to work in reading..."

After a while, I ran around the bookcase collecting books about magic.

Some other enthusiastic scholar-style men and wizard-like robes who are reading books weave their feathers, but I don't care about trivialities.

I pile up Dosari and many books on a browsing table in front of the bookcase, and they turn apart.

If I can read the book and find out what I want to look into further, I won't have to call the clerk, I'll keep looking up more and more with my good search magic (Gogol). While search magic (google) is certainly useful at times like this, there are some things that do not extend to actual paper books.

That's the kind of use that looks at the contents of a book somehow, like "Parallax Turn" or "Somehow Look Back Cover and Take the Book".

Search magic (Gogol) works only when it has the purpose of "looking into something," but ambiguous inquiries don't return the answers you want.

Retrospective on the history of artificial life forms (homunculus), he eventually arrived at the magical dictionary written down by the real "wise man", the god of unparalleled wisdom, Ville-Gerish, who lived in an age of lost mythology.

"The Shadow called the Spiritual Body (Austral) of a Book in which the Thoughts of Man are Praised, the Fundamental Principles Using It as a Simulated Book," "The Concept of Fairy Construction to Replace the Clerk," "The Methodology of immobilizing Spells into Spiritual Space and Using them from time to time" -.

I get more and more drawn to what interests me.

It contains advanced magic concepts that should be known as the origins of my search magic (Gogol) and autonomous driving techniques (Appkt).

All those are great magical remains that the great sage of Tai Ancient, Ville-Gerrish, has come up with. Even more yet, fear boils down to it.

The secret art that caught my eye, the art of keeping the "soul" enclosed in a pseudospace composed of letters, and the magic of the "pseudosocial soul (millilian soul)" is the first thing I've ever heard, but when I die one day too, I want to be buried in the sea of books.

and notice that something is written in small letters in the margins of the book's edges.

"- Wise man of the real thing."

- What...?

"A fairy sage from the other side of this world tied to reason. My presence, my wishes, before everything disappears, just at the end of the day, at a glance - '

- Oh, oh! That's right!

"... why did you forget!?

I stood up momentously and shook my shoulders, gathering the strange gaze of those who were reading books around me.

With trembling fingertips, inspire search magic (google),.

It's "dance hatu" to look into. There was a dance party at this castle, a book I looked into the other day.

- Us...... yes, Princess Metius!

For some reason, the blurred head began to fade rapidly.

I... promised to meet the princess and Princess Metius again in this library!

Nobody hears my voice any more. Souls that are not needed will eventually disappear - '

I felt dizzy and shook my head.

This was the identity of the strange discomfort... I didn't forget. Really, it's disappearing.

- From memory, no. From this world, the very existence of the princess (Metius)!

That was a flash to say even intuition.

I ran out with contraindications. Sage runoff, but is that okay?

The goal is the upper floor of a sealed library, a sealed area with a secret book of off-limits magic.

I push open the off-limits door and head upstairs, but unlike the other day at the party, the surroundings are bright and eye-catching.

I wrapped my whole body in a semi-transparent "concealed (stealth) magic yarn (MagiWire)," and proceeded to the back of the library in an optical camouflage state so as not to cause trouble.

Unlock and proceed with overly strict alert junctions and locking magic (secure) one after the other.

From time to time, on the floor, where the noise sounded, one of the clerks was eager for this sign as a ghost.

The second floor of the library, which is supposed to be off-limits, naturally has no shadows.

The afternoon light is plugging through a small bright window to sparkle the dust in the air.

"Princess Metius......!

I'll call it small, but there was no one to respond.

On the contrary, if you look closely, there is dust on the floor, and it doesn't look like someone is there. Above all, I still don't feel like this is where a wheelchair girl can stand.

I don't see any entrances or exits besides the stairs, maybe there are hidden doors......

I noticed that I had footprints. But I realize that's my footprint for sneaking in that party night.

- None.

There are no traces of wheels moving in the wheelchair.

All I have is my footprints on the dust.

Rather than warfare, the feeling of darkness sprang up from the back of my stomach.

It was a cold, heavy sense of despair that I would never see that princess again.

My pulse went up and I rapidly stopped hearing the outside world. When I realized the slightest downstairs blurring and signs had disappeared, I fell into the illusion that time had stopped even more in the still library.

wrapped in discomfort as if the space itself had been cut, and -

Ki......, sounded like a squeak behind my back.

"Princess?"

I looked back. There was the face of a girl in a wheelchair, her face distracted and about to cry, like an elaborate doll.

"Sage - Grecas, you...!

Those lips, which call my name, are beautiful and pearlescent tears fall from my open eyes.

I don't hide the joy of coming up, I fix my clumsy glasses, and, as courtesy to the royalty goes, I fall on one knee and bow my head respectfully.

"Good to see you, Princess Metius."

"I've been waiting for you, too."

A pleasant cool voice poured down from heaven.

Continued