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

"Ergonote! Faria! Lentomia............!

I was the one who leaked a groaning crush to the sight sent from the video feed (Real Live). Even if you think you're calm on your own, your heart is rumbling and your fingertips are getting cold.

I cross my fingertips on my desk, elbow myself to cover my mouth with it, and pretend to be the wind I imagine. Because if I hadn't, I would have been enlightened by the upset and would have made everyone anxious.

Lu and Manuferno look at each other and see the colour of confusion, and Iola and Riola are silently asking how I am.

Plum and Hemperoza seem to have gotten full, playing with the fish bones dismantled, but everyone seemed to have guessed what was ahead of the footage I could only see.

"Badjob, are you going to throw this... away?"

Beyond the video feed (real live), the purple witch was pitifully exposed to agitation and groaning.

"No sage, no monk... you just couldn't get it, you let the rare cat and the others get away with it, didn't you?

'Sooo... it is!

"So... Omae, I can't use it"

"Have mercy! Now! You bastard."

Pratin, the purple witch squeezing out her trembling voice, was no longer but a pathetic old woman.

'Terrible......!

When Badjob waves his hand in the air, his vision flips like a wire action, and the purple wizard taps him to the floor.

- I can't see the magic thread (MagiWire)...! What the hell kind of magic is that?

Whatever the magic, the excitation of magic is visualized in the form of the diffusion of magic threads (magiwires). It can look like a "rising aura" or even be seen as a "blasting emission of light" by some viewers.

There are probably very few things that can be seen in the smallest units of magic called MagiWire, like me and Plum.

'You... have worked so well so far. Platin'

"What, is..."

The name Badjob is probably the sacred name (Horiname) given to the Archbishop of the Prussian Episcopal Church.

Based on the name Badjob from the purple witch I encountered in the Lords' Hall, I tried to find the "true name (Core)," which could be called the Wizard's Life, in Search Magic (Ggor).

If only we could know the true name (Core) Holy Mark (Stigma), a testament to the magic covenant, what kind of wizard would it be, but not enough to fear? Because it is possible to use the magic of a wise man to destroy the other party's magic contract itself and never use magic again.

However, no matter how much I looked for it, I could not find the true name (core) of the Badjob.

However, as I searched for related books in Prussia, I stumbled upon a description that says I found a boy called "The Born Again of Saints" approximately ten years ago from now, in Besilinoff, a cold village outside the east.

The parents, who were poor and unschooled, did not even give the child a name and treated him like a livestock, but it was said that the organization of the Prussian Episcopal Church found, took and raised the "essence of the soul".

Because the soul of the saint, which was lost a hundred years ago, was "certified" by the organization as being reincarnated into modern times. And the name given to the boy was "Nameless (Baj) and Saint (Ove)".

"Jane Doe... Saint, Badjob... or"

That means my real name (Core) Holy Mark (Stigma) Destruction Ceremony (Breaker) doesn't make sense to me.

- It's a "tough one" for me. And the biggest problem is......

These are the manipulated Dickamaran's people lined up behind the Great Priest Badjob.

The white young man admires the brave (Ergonote) and the female warrior (Faria), as well as the magician (Lentomia), with a satisfying grin that looks like a piece of art, and walks gracefully to the terrace on the top floor of the lighthouse.

That figure, wrapped in pure white monk attire, with a fair face that looks serene, does not look like a protégé manipulating a very evil conspiracy.

But the cold-blooded treatment of the witch Platin, who was supposed to be a subordinate of the belly, was enough to bring me to war.

This guy doesn't care about his feelings or his pain. Otherwise, the idea of manipulating and using living humans as if they were puppets should not be possible.

Beyond the video stream (Real Live), which is now dedicated to me, Lentomia, Ergonote, and even Faria began to follow the white shadow that was ahead, with a vain expression like a puppet.

Lentomia's eyes have no light, and her half-elf face and jade eyes, which always give an adorable look when twirled, sink dark.

"Akushi... I tried to dedicate a profound edge of wisdom and magic to Badjob..., trying to figure it out at all... single, I challenged him..."

The witch's voice turns into tears.

"Sage...... Grecas. Even the best wizards in our country make this possible 'Wizard Killer'! I'm dying to add something to my collection...

Kah! and the golden young man opened his eyes and slammed an intense magic radiation mating gaze on me (...). Shitty, glowing eyes like transcendent humans emit a ray of light.

"Hii!?

The witch Pratin fell to the floor again in that temper. Even my heart would stop like this.

I open my mouth there at last.

"- I can't seem to make friends much longer, can I?

I spoke out through the mouth of a demon (...) woman (...)

"Sage...... Grecas!

Badjob's eyes narrowed to Russia and his mouth was irresistible. That would be a funny face, rather than anger.

I actually lied about telling Metius that I couldn't get a voice from this one. In addition to receiving video through the crystal lens of the witch's eye, we also set up a ceremony to convey the voice from this one.

These are the applications of the technique planted in the plum crystal pendant and the magical technique planted in the silver ring with Lentomia.

"Sage...... Grecas, a peculiar presence among the heroes of Dicamaran. - Its power beyond all wizards, I want...! Oh, you should come here too, I'll make you my precious companion, soul mate, soul mate. '

The young man, who looked faceless, smiled miserably at his mouth and slammed a curse on me far away. That's no longer a good level of "demon eye". The sage's kingdom reacts instantly to such eyesight that he may faint in a lined man.

"I'm not interested in that kind of creepy 'friendly club'."

I use my fingertips to manipulate tactical information display (tactics) to inspire another technique planted in the witch platin so that I don't get upset.

"Are you...! I'll make you my soul mate right away. Just like your people! A land of silence, quiet, serene... a paradise full of peace, without dispute...! It's a very nice place, isn't it?

"But I say no"

"Phew......! Really?... that's a shame...... heh!

Incredibly, the unknown power was beginning to interfere with the sage's conjunction.

"Sage Grecas! Analysis...... I can't! This... power, what the hell!?

The tactical information display (tactics) emits an "unknown" warning in the magic analysis, and the fairy Metius also reveals a rushed color.

"... your 'soul mate' or something. No. I want my people back. And... it's not my hobby to grow old... kind Monk Masayoshi (...)"

The purple witch looks up to Platin's beautiful face in such a way as to be incredible. Now that intense magic radiation is trying to stop the purple witch's heart.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Interesting... come get it back. Up to the top floor of this tower... if you can come '

With a confident look, he lifts the tip of his chin to look down at me.

"I'll ask with the sunrise. But... if you do something strange to those on the spot... here it is."

The purple witch, the "hair" on Platin's head, exploded with the sound of bang! Physical fierce noises and splashed hair frighten boulder bagjobs as well.

"Geez!? Oh, my hair!

Scream and Platin screams.

The technique I inspired is not the magic of an explosion. I opened up my magic thread (MagiWire) all at once, coiled and massively planted in my hair.

Sage's only explosive system (?) A magical greeting.

"Sage...... Grecas! Kukukuku...... funny '

The footage broke off there.

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We decided to leave the store and stay overnight in a nearby inn.

Because it's too reckless to leave in the dark and attack the tower. Above all, Badjob, who pawns the ergonotes as' soul mates', will not harm them.

Besides, I told Badjob "I'm going tomorrow morning," because I actually wanted time. Time to prepare a maneuver and a maneuver against him.

The power of the Grand Priest Badjob is unknown. He has some kind of "power" that I don't know. He did the art of interfering with the "Wise Men's Boundary" remotely beyond the reach of the Magiwire.

Although saving a fellow captured by the tower cut a big deal, this was the worst (...) situation that could be assumed.

If "just" my people have fallen into enemy hands and been caught, I can go and help them, but things are already getting even more complicated.

It means that Ergonote, Faria, and Lentomia will stand as our enemies, as Luroni has become the handkerchief of the witch and has attacked us.

If Big Monk Zhengbajob were to say, "If the wise man (you) resist, stop this half-elf heart," I would have to stop the attack. I mean, this fight has been overwhelmingly unfavourable from the start.

I would be lying if I didn't assume this.

To be honest, I didn't want to think about it. The Ergonotes, who have fought through numerous training fields, have become enemy puppets.

- As an enemy... I just want to avoid fighting.

A warm fingertip touches my hand as I travel through my thoughts as I prepare various surgical ceremonies by the window, and I return unexpectedly to me.

"Mr. Grey? It's a scary face. - Are you going?

"... Oh, oh, Plum... I'm fine. I was just thinking."

My people kept thinking about me and watched me quietly, but Pram was the only one who couldn't help but lean next to me and hold my hand.

"My hands are cold. This way it's warm."

A small hand wraps around trying to warm my hand. The young side is serious and flaunts back to my gaze.

As the tension and stiff fingertips warmed up slightly, a good idea gradually came to mind. That means nothing needs to be fought from the front.

- Right.

Sometimes you can't even worry about it by yourself.

"Well, he seems like a sage, so let's do everything we can this time in a diagonal direction."

I stroked Pram's redhead with me and I stood up.

To my voice, Riola, who was combing Hemperoza's hair, and Iola and Lu, who were caring for the sword, look back.

Manuferno was talking to the fairy Metius somewhat, but when he stood up quietly, he turned a gentle gaze at me.

Everyone was waiting for my word.

"Listen, with tomorrow's sunrise, we're going to have a 'lighthouse of no use', a tactical operation! Together - we'll rescue Ergonote, Faria, and Lentomia!

Continued