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

"Good to see you, Princess Metius."

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

A pleasant cool voice poured down from heaven.

On one knee, I raised my head to be led by that voice.

In front of me was the face of Princess Metius, who tears away with the look of saying she was impressed.

Tidy egg-shaped contours, buddy lips, and moist eyes look like a bizzy gem. But the eyes bordered by those long lashes dwell on the brilliance of a strange star.

The princess is wrapped in a water-colored dress that was unchanged when she met her before, and tied a ribbon to her honey-colored, loosely wobbly hair.

I'm confused by the maiden's tears. I'm in a hurry if I don't say something, and I'm forced to spin hard words that I don't normally use.

"And I beg your pardon for the disrespect of your sudden visit. We know it's an unstoppable place..."

"Hehe, wise man. Speak in your language."

"Princess Metius......! Uhm, I sure can't turn my tongue on this. So......, sweeten to your words"

Staring at each other, the ambient air warms and looses.

"The wise man I know is a man who can't be trapped in anything. I emerged from the fairytale world, free, strong, kind, and merciful, and saved the world... because I saved people...!

The princess finally leaked her grin when she wiped her tears with her thin, covered fingertips of white silk gloves. Is the tension relaxed, those little lips speak suddenly of the wiser of delusions.

"Ha, that's probably not me. Looks like you made a mistake with another wise man."

"That's not true, Grecas, is it about you?

"I'm just a book-loving freak."

"Oh, well, then I'll be the same."

It turns from a sad look and finally gives me a grin that's almost there.

- Shit......, you cute princess.

Somehow, Sook's "himesa" seemingly trick is fresh.

Fingertip tricks or an elegant atmosphere? Then the atmosphere is as soft and gorgeous as spring flowers.

A pretty frilly, water-colored dress wraps around a luxurious body that everyone would admire if it were a girl. The figure even looks like a doll in a chair.

Do your feet still not move, or your toes in white shoes remain aligned like figurines.

"But I... forgot the promise I made with the princess. I don't know why, but it's like, my memory's falling out..."

To my good translation, the girl tilted her little neck slightly and narrowed her eyes.

"… yet, wise man, you have found me"

A thin, warm fingertip gently touched my cheek.

I saw the princess's face with that feeling. Those eyes are somewhere sad, but they still have a happy grin on their mouth.

"I've never seen anyone come to this place before that party night, and I've been here alone for five years."

"Princess..."

"I was so happy. I thought it was a miracle! Because... the sage of what I dreamed of came. Really, good to see you at the end..."

"!? What is the last...?

- Metius, the second princess, beloved daughter of Courtilt Avneis Lord, now King Methanostat. The princess, who is said to have neglected to disappear from the tabular stage five years ago, is actually... you,

"I'm probably... dead five years ago. I've been surrounded by this book ever since I realized it, because I've been trapped inside a dark, blocked world. Who did that, no......, maybe because of the sorcery I did to myself in my lifetime. I don't know why. But... I want to finish it."

Today was the fifth fateful day of the child, and the words of King Methanostat were true. While stunned, it is a dazed thought at the weight of the truth spoken.

Above all, I couldn't measure the meaning of the word "end" that the princess had told me.

"What is the end...... the hell?

"This world of loss of power is now about to close.... like finishing a book and closing its cover"

I breathed in the words of Princess Methius that I liked books.

That book I just read in the library -!

- Pseudomorphic Soul (Millian Soul)

I finally understood there.

The girl of choice is imprisoned here with the magic of the Virtual Spirit (Millian Soul), conceived by the wise man of the mythical world, Vil-Gerish.

The world of princesses is about keeping drifting through the information in the strings of hidden books. Of all the letters that never change forever, I just occasionally graffiti a corner of the page with the thoughts I've taken over since I was alive..., that it's just a phantom of a pathetic soul.

"What I forgot about the princess is that the magical power that binds the princess to the world has weakened..."

If the presence of the princess is about to disappear from the world's event plane, it also explains my unusual oblivion.

"I don't know what's hard. But... probably no one needs my story anymore."

"Tell a story...?

"The stories that are no longer needed are forgotten, and so am I... will disappear little by little"

The princess clenched the hem of the dress with her lips really sad there.

The diary of Princess Methius, who wrote down the battle between the heroes and the Demon King, was called Witch (Wiki) and Future Foresight (Miln) by the people of Kristania, and should have been entertained with the Book of Prophecy and considered a scripture.

Do you mean that the idealists suddenly began to abandon the spinning story of the princess, believing and unsuspecting signs of a clean one world?

"... No way..."

- That I twisted the logic of the world, kept my people alive who were supposed to die, and... stopped the demon king from being reincarnated, so the Kristanians no longer believed in Wicki Miln's prophecy!?

My vision shakes. I felt like they grabbed my heart with their rough, cold hands.

"Because I'm everything... going down a different path than prophecy, overturning prophecy... and I'm gone?

Strong palpitations and dizziness strike me. Breathing shallow, the princess screaming something across her shaky vision, stretching her arms desperately to support my body.

"No, sage Grecas. Because you've come to this world to defeat your destiny."

"Then the princess disappears...!

"It's okay... I'm tired of reading all the books here... I was just bored."

The princess takes care of her uncontrolled smile.

"Because there were those who believed in the story as prophecies and needed it, you mean that I... have destroyed the princess who existed until today...!

- Oh, my God... I mean.

The cause and effect of my twisting the fate of the world pays off, and I'm trying to erase this adorable princess myself.

What an ironic prank of God that the beliefs of the Kristanians are a source of energy for the power to connect Princess Methius to this world - the pseudo-soul (Millian Seoul).

Vil-Gerish, an ancient sage who came up with this magic, probably thought, "It takes someone else's thoughts to connect your soul to this world and stop it".

For example, because the strong feelings that parents who have lost their children would like to see again, or the feelings of a people who mourn the death of a great leader and pray for resurrection or eternal life, become a source of sorcery, or power.

- But then, I still have my hands. Before the princess disappears......

Giggle then! Merrimeri...... made a deafening noise and the bookcase a few steps away began to make a murmuring noise.

"Nah!?

At the same time, many search fairies (search angels) fled as the birds fled, scattering powder of gold light. Some of them blur my face and escape to the gap of another book to hide.

While doing so, the crisp and the bookshelf collapsed and dust disappeared across the darkness. I doubted my eyes at the unrealistic sight.

"Princess Metius! Let's get out of here."

"I can't, wise man. I... can't get out of here. Because I myself am this place itself. That's about all I know. It's okay."

The princess shook her head quietly beside her.

"Not good! No! The princess and I still... we need to talk! What are you gonna do with the rest of the story!? At least I want to know the rest!

I couldn't help but raise my voice. Scream once and for all to excite yourself.

"Sage...... ma'am?

My big, open eyes show my face. His eyes were so close that he was about to be sucked in, he even felt the princess's gentle sweet breath.

A ghost, but a soul... what makes you so certain?

"You must have power! Foresight the future, no, the power to change the world!

"Maybe I had some such power when I did live... maybe. That is the power that emerged by portraying the story. But I don't have any more power left..."

"That can't be right. A poem written by a princess doesn't have to be a full score. So, princess! Believe in yourself... hope."

There's more noise behind it. The whole space was starting to distort. I grabbed the princess's thin arm. Tactics start issuing warnings.

- Increased rate of spatial distortion, detection of gravitational field anomalies. Determine the current space as pseudospace -!

Warnings come up one after the other. Even tactical information displays (tactics) fail to show how to deal with unexpected space anomalies.

I was unknowingly captured in a pseudospace that captured Princess Methius, created by pseudosoul magic - a kind of enclosed space.

Looking around, the bookshelves in the four corners around us were making the same noise, gradually beginning to disappear beyond the bottomless darkness.

Right there, nothingness was opening its mouth.

I could see the book falling apart and making noises as it sucked into the darkness of the universe.

Dark nothingness existed in its inner universe, where the giant plant monster (Desplanetia) and even Demon King Denmark swallowed it. A world devouring everything.

Gogoon, and in the middle of a space that started to sound and collapse, the princess stood still in fear. When I let go of my hand gently, I smile at my temper too.

"Run, wise man... I am no longer..."

"I don't like it. I... I'm not giving up!

I once held the hand of a princess away from me.

Continued