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

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We all ate the sandwich Riola made us for lunch and finished it with the squeeze juice of the bottled apple that was loaded in the carriage.

Take a break by the creek and stretch your hips that are just starting to hurt.

Then, immediately, a demonic reaction appeared in the Enemy Junction (Circle), so tension ran in Russia, but a kind of pterodactylus (Wyburn), which had its wings grown on lizards, landed in a river a little further from us. It is a medium-sized individual with more than five mertes when its wings are spread out.

Iola, the only sword-bearer at this party, gently pulls out her sword and moves forward the most, but apparently Winged Dragon just came looking for a little fish for lunch, and there's no wind to care about us.

"Io, I don't think he cares about us."

"Winged Dragon. I rarely attack people."

"Hmmm...... Right."

To the voices of Riola and Manu, Iola returns the sword with a little shame.

Pram and Hemperoza, who fought (...) while hiding behind my back (...), are also looking at each other with relief.

Whether it's a wing dragon or an oak, it doesn't strike a human suddenly without meaning.

As long as you don't ferocize it under the influence of the temper of a special land, or let it ferocize under artificial magic fluctuations like the Demon King, it shouldn't be that dangerous.

"Come on, we took a break and let's hurry up."

But I remembered the strange discomfort, the noise, to be exact.

The cause of discomfort was obvious. Is it something that bandits attack from midday in such a peaceful forest? That is.

A bunch of bandits who didn't seem to be hungry and in need are full of weird things to think about. Tingle, like a gathering, blocked the path as if they were trying us.

Perhaps only the leader's middle-aged Pierce Wizard had moved of his own accord, but it is believed that two human mercenaries had collapsed and everyone else had been manipulated.

That wizard who attacked us has only the power of a lower or intermediate class.

It's obvious if you look at poor quality magic threads. In spite of that, we surrounded our carriage with six pig half-beast orcs, a Blue Ghost (Blue Orga), who, at the same time, controlled and controlled it temporarily.

In other words, those who manipulated that group existed separately.

It would be natural to assume that Lentomia used the same method that once relayed Mr. Cecily and remotely manipulated him to show it, that is, using the middle-aged Pierce Wizard as a relay (Repictor), and that there was a manipulated presence from behind.

- Some kind of power reconnaissance...?

"The Land of Silence" The great wizard of Prussia...... Master Bajop's first cousin, Master Pratin's...... That's what that piercing middle-aged man was screaming about. It is natural that you may be lying or being told, but I feel that you let your mouth slip from that unstoppable tone of speech.

"Silent Country" is a mysterious country where smart and boring people are supposedly living. It is the name of the Empire of Prussia, which unites the "white continent" of Isaan, the northernmost part of the world.

Far north is the country, crossing the Farkisos Mountains to the north of Rudens, home of the female warrior Faria.

A nation wrapped in the mystery of calling itself a country of silence, minimizing the need to interact with others and never getting on the tabular stage of history - Prucia.

It is secretly rumored that he did not join the multinational coalition of mankind even during the former Demon King's War and sought to preserve his power.

Because of this, they don't have very good relations with Canrews, Rudens, and Metanostadt bordering the border.

- and.

"Grey..."

"Hmm? What kind of pram?

Plum pulls and smalls my sleeve trying to get in the carriage.

"I soldered my enemies -!

A small salute with a serious face, a pram pointing to the back of the carriage. What Pram is pointing to is a trolley lined with twelve wine barrel golems.

Follow the pram and point to a certain point. Gazing into his eyes, adjusting the wavelength of his magic, he saw something like a thin thread of chiraliness and silver.

"Magic Yarn (Magiwire) ……!"

"We found the plum."

Hmm, and a chest stretching plum. I caress my head gently and pinch my cheeks.

"Wow, Plum! It's a big deal."

Plum, who turned to me with joy, rode straight from the carriage carriage carriage to the inside.

Hmm, you don't insult the power of the pram. My strategy. The Enemy Boundary (Circuit) can't detect such a fine target. The yarn is invisible (stealth) and knitted with a fairly advanced technique.

Probably put it on when two of the bandits dressed as super perverts jumped into this barrel. Of course that mercenary collapsed bandit has no intention of doing so himself, I guess.

- Did you distract me and connect the yarn?

"This is quite... a wise man"

I flipped my robe, jumped into the carriage seat, and moved my horse.

Of course, the silver magic thread is intact. Don't you dare pretend to be a fool. This already presents a "intelligence war" picture.

- Aside from the "remnants of the Demon King's Army," there seems to be something moving back there.

Perhaps it has something to do with Ergonote, Faria and Lentomia "disappearing".

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The carriage then continued eastward along the river and eventually went out into the open land through the woods. As the river widened gradually, the number of different carriages gradually began to increase. We kept running, shaking the carriage from time to time, and by noon we had arrived in the dormitory town of Apahorte.

There is a small high hill on the banks of the small river where we made a small pause earlier, and a red triangle-roofed church is built on its top. A small town spreads around the white-walled church.

It's more of a village than a town, but lodgings, restaurants, grocery stores, etc.

The only thing that blocks the outside world and the town is a broken wall halfway through the sun-dried bricks. Its height is so low that it is lower than the adult breasts, and it is not seriously prepared for demons, bandits and other raiders.

Outside the town where many carriages are parked, you can see the children running around the top and the women sitting under the trees chatting.

I mean, it looks like a peaceful and safe place around town.

It's a pretty high pace, in the sense that you said you ran a one-day journey from Metanostadt by carriage in just half a day. Along the way, I was struck by an incident in which a bandit said he would attack me, but the carriage kept running at an extra pace to make up for the loss of time.

"Hmmm...... that's kind of weird. I just got here."

Iola peeks into my face from beside me and looks out at the town.

"Well, you've come this far with Ergonote."

And that night, when I fought the giant monster and was dying, Ergonote and Iola rushed me.

"Oh, I got knocked up all of a sudden in the middle of the night and all of a sudden I got on a horse"

"Haha, that was a hell of a trip"

"But Ergo's master, Faria, Manu, Lentomia... they were all serious..."

The boy's gaze was all along, staring far beyond the town.

"So now it's our turn to go help. Don't you?"

"Yeah......"

From the side of Iola, who nodded small, I turned my gaze toward the town. There's nothing for this town. Just keep passing by and go for the destination - the port town of Popolato.

Continued