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

My connections, Giyin! and began to make a screaming noise.

The "junction" created by a witch wearing a purple laminated dress apparently isn't just for manipulating humans.

The tactical information display (tactics) began to issue warnings of endurance limits due to objects (...) rational (...) addition (...) pressure (...).

"Oho ho ho ho ho? My isolated junction - Huishi prison (Jewel Prizna)! Even though Sage is proud of his junction, I'm going to tear you to pieces, right?

"Ku......!?

"Sage Grecas! A tiny..." vibrating blade "is about to penetrate."

"Grey, I'm scared -!

The plum is terrified of the sound and creeps inside my robe.

The fairy Metius extended his small tactical information display (tactics) to allow him to visualize the magical identity of his attempts to interfere with the conjunction.

An invisible, minimal-sized magic yarn (Magiwire) manipulated by the witch Platin was trying to perforate my junction as if it were a drill, vibrating at super high speeds.

After deciding that the Sage's junction cannot be destroyed by lined magic attacks or magic interference, he is looking for "physical destruction" that may seem forceful.

- Ultra-High Frequency Vibration Drilling Ceremony, so...!

That was the first magic ceremony I saw.

"Metius, please analyze his magic."

"Leave it to me, sage Grecas"

Metius simultaneously deployed multiple self-sized tactical information displays (tactics). This is to analyze the magical "Language Body (Basic)" chanted by witches all over this room.

The magic of this world is divided into several linguistic forms, and by combining "words (Kotoha)" with mysterious powers that can interfere with God and physical events, we create "art", or "magic".

The wizards call it "magic" or "spell," but they don't change their basic minds. Manipulating forces that can interfere with all the events shaping the world, flaming and lowering the ice, is also a magical force in keeping with its basic principles.

If you know the type of language you belong to, you can also interfere with the spell itself or cancel the effect...

"Sage Guglejekaaaas? No hands, no legs? So... the Wise Men and Monks of the Six Heroes of Dickamaran... will have you?

As the witch Pratin hoisted both ends of her mouth, she began to inspire magic, tying complicated marks with one hand, not a spell chant.

That would be a fast-track magic chant similar to my autonomous driving technique (Apict).

WOW! When I opened my eyes with the temper, a purple, disastrous light was emitted with the magical running, and my junction, with sixteen layers, was splashed five pieces at the same time.

A tactical information display (tactics) issues a warning that the Magic Defense Wall, five layers, disappear.

- Did you study the power of the wise man?

Bandit raids, and magic threads (magiwires) bracketed in carriages, were based on the information obtained from them in a "versus sage" maneuver.

"Ho ho? The boulder is just called The Invincible Connection of the Wise! Hard! That it's a 'wall of mind' hard on the cocktail! My salvation, my invitation to a quiet country... There's no reason to say no. Sage Gu Gu Lejekaaaaaas?"

An invitation to a quiet country? I'm not interested in that.

"I'm going to say no to the crap invitation."

I don't listen to bullshit, I choose an autonomous combat drive formula (appct) from a tactical information display (tactics). Because if you fight while you have defense, you could be me and that witch puppet.

"Oh? Sage Grekaas? Are you going to fight me?

The witch of Prussia, a country of silence - Pratin Frietin draws another magical circle in the air with his left hand while tying the mark of the spell with his right hand.

Doing another spell chant at the same time, left and right, is still quite a user.

And Luluoni, who remained a vain expression, stood up to Yurali as if sheltering a witch. If you notice, your favorite single-edged sword is held in your hand.

"Oohohohohohoho? I wonder if you forgot. Oh? There's this... adorable knight, isn't there?

"Despicable. Lu-kun! Wake up!

Manu screams and tries to jump out of the junction. But I grab Manu's arm and shake his head to the side. You can't leave now, this room is already another space created by the witch, the quarantine junction. In Manuferno, it's easy to get tangled up by that witch.

"" The Six Heroes of Dickamaran "who saved the world," Grecas the Wise ", a peculiar being among them -! If you go out and wonder how many...... hohohoho. To this extent (...), instead of Master Badjob, you didn't even have to go out?

You were sure of the victory. The witch grinned sparingly and glanced behind her shielding Lulu face with her fingertips, which were thin and saving.

Fingertips pass through the cheeks of a puppetless, faceless cat-eared boy, through a neck muscle, through an exposed clavicle.

Let the swordsman (Serveria) in charge of the middle of the Dicamaran mock like a toy.

The only way to open up from witch bondage is to defeat the witch or sever the magic thread.

"It's about time..., my patience (...) is also the limit (...), but what is your purpose?

"Purpose…? You're going to be my shining jewel, and there's nothing you can do about it? But - I'll tell you!

Ha! And when I opened my eyes, a purple lightning bolt crawled through the floor and the wall, blowing my junction. Three more pieces of junction disappear.

"Ohohohohohohohoho! All I want is the harbor of this town! An unfrozen harbor that won't freeze all year! And the cute 'Residual Army of the Demon King' that has lost its way! For my country, Prussia...! But! Above all, Master Badjob is obsessed with... you Dickamaran heroes!? There is a strongest being named Akashi, but ah... you are so crazy and so loving... Mr. Badjob!

Cloudy eyes float with trance and madness colors, and his face is stirred with spider's leg-like fingertips.

- I see. I thought so.

"... where are my people who turned me into a puppet?

"Ohoho? If the other heroes are from the lighthouse...... Are you going to do that knowingly? What are you doing just to be my jewel now?

- Lighthouse, huh?

"I'm going to help"

"Ho......?

Pokan, and the witch opens her mouth enough to say if her chin has fallen. And...

"Ho, ho, ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! You can't even move!? Oho! Well, I've come up with some good things... Before you turn it into a jewel, I wonder if your buddy's gonna be able to help you with that mouth if he shows you some really painful eyes. Oh?

The witch draws a magic formation in the air with her fingertips as she peeks at her yellow teeth and turns to Iola, who remains stiff.

"Brother Io no!?

Looking back at the pram scream, Iola pulled out the dagger she lowered to her hips and stood it with her trembling hands. The cold tip of steel is pointed at me.

"... Iola"

"Ugh...! Gu..., my body..."

Iola swung up her sword so that she could be moved by forces she couldn't resist.

"Oohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho?

Kah! and flip a purple poisonous dress and the witch focuses on Iola.

But Iola was desperately fighting herself trying to wield her sword. The witch is manipulating the flesh, but the mind is not bound. Chestnut eyes dwell a strong light of will.

"I...... O!" "Io brother y......"

Riola and Hempero also support Iola with their eyes alone while sitting in the corner of the room. Iola was eating up her teeth and desperately resisting the mighty thread of manipulation.

"Ohohohohohoho? What's wrong? Can't we just blow your friend away? Slowly, feel like being stabbed, Guglehekaaaaas?

The witch sounds a tall laugh in an exalted manner. but

"Hu... hu... hahahahahaha!

I couldn't help but laugh.

No eye for Iola's sword to shake high in heaven, but a cold gaze at the witch Pratin.

"Ho...... wo!? And have you lost your mind, wise man!

"Fuhaha! If only I knew where the ergonotes were, I wouldn't need you."

"Nah!? I don't know what to say, my hands, my legs... I can't get it out"

"When couldn't I have my hands or my legs? I just didn't get it out."

I hold down Iola's sword tip with my index finger and middle finger with trembling hands.

"What...?

I instantly erased the magic thread of the witch that was tangled in its body. Iola's body lost its strength and she fell on one knee.

"I'm sorry, I'm making you suffer."

"Guru, my body...!

"Io brother y!

"Brother (Iola). Greg broke the restraint... untied!?

I give small ears and instructions, "Run all at once and cut to the lu," as Iola lends a hand to stand up.

Iola nodded small and regained her sword so as to ascertain her body's senses.

The tip of the sword is directed at the purple witch.

"Damn!? Ba, stupid!? Ah, within my boundaries... no! Oh... me! Sage...... GUGUREKAAAAS!

A purple witch with an angry expression and an ugly distortion of her face began to erupt the magical power of a darker color flavor.

"Is this okay? Sage Grecas."

"Oh, wow, Metius!

"You're welcome."

Squeeze, and narrow your eyes to the little thankful fairy.

It was an "antibody formula" in which the fairy Metius analyzed the witch's magic into a language and combined the magic decoding formula in my hand to build and cure it.

"Come on, what's our turn?

Continued