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

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"Just a quick operation...... you totally ambushed me!?

"Strange. Whoever sees it, it's Greg's fault."

"Hey, you look like a sage."

I'm done telling the general operation, I'll drink out the bottled lemon water, and poo! and took a breath.

It also seems to be generally well received (...) by Iola and Manu by Hemperoza.

"Io, it's no different than an ambush, but this one taught me kindly until it was time to attack. Don't you think it's conscientious?

"Ah... sure"

Iola is convinced, too.

I'm going tomorrow morning, for two reasons. One is to buy time for my own preparation, and the other is to sift those who flee and those who remain when I hear "The Wise Will Attack".

What's left in the Lighthouse of Noise as of tomorrow morning is "enemy".

Except for Ergonote, Faria and Lentomia, of course.

This is a room in the heart of the port town of Popolato, the Arid Sea.

Even if you look around, it's a large and simple room with four bedrooms and a table and chair, and one window offers a completely sun-drenched view of the city.

On the street, my father, who drank me, sings aloud as he joins his shoulders, and I hear exotic music played by camel skinned strings called Taggart.

The street is busy because it faces the only pleasant neighborhood in this town, presenting a buzz that you will likely forget that you are spoiled by demons.

After dinner, we went into the inn and took a shower. Now he had an operation conference, branded "Dickamaran's Brave Line Rescue Operation Countermeasure Conference".

Nevertheless, I was the only one thinking, Iola and Lu had chamberlain in a small room, and Manu had Metius the fairy standing on his desk, sketching hard.

Riola and Hemperoza, and all the way to Plum, were spreading the treats they bought at a store near the inn, sleeping on their bets and having a pajama party......

"Question. How does Greg counter his opponents enough to manipulate the... ergos?

Monk Manuferno, who shined his glasses with the light of the scented oil lamp, asks the core question.

"Humph. 'Invisible magic' used by a guy named Badjob is no different than a threat, but the truth is, just now, thanks to Pram, I solved the mystery."

I'll be by my side with the cheeks of a plum drinkin 'a bottle of fruit water.

"Huh...? Pram?"

"To!? Ugh, pram praised me..."

Riola looks at Plum wonderfully, and Hemperoza is burning a flame of jealousy she's not sure about.

I wasn't able to launch countermeasures, but I found a thread for the offense. The only time I could find out was the other day, when Pram shook my hand when my hand was cold.

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"Grey is wearing two rings. - Are you Lentomia?

"Oh, that's the ring he left behind. I'm wearing it to make sure he doesn't lose it."

"Ho?

I watched as the pram moved his face closer as he wrapped it in the palms of both little hands trying to warm my hands.

Showered and washed hair is still damp, with a hint of vanilla soap.

I did wear the silver ring Lentomia left behind. It's on my middle finger alongside the one I originally wore on my right hand pharmacopoeia.

and -.

"There's spider thread involved in Lentomia-kun's ring"

…… What do you mean it's attached?

"Uh, thin and... sooo... it's a thin, sparkling, transparent yarn. Yikes?

Plum seems to "see" with his scarlet eyes squashed, but I don't see anything.

"Me or Lentomia's Magic Thread?

"Hmm? It's not like Lentomia's - it's kind of thin, shivering, and... it's white, right?

- Magic Thread (Magiwire)! The enemy that attacked Lentomia, or Badjob's!

At that moment, a glimmer of light plunged into the mystery that was moaning.

The invisible magic of Badjob, the power of the mystery… Lentomia entrusted me with the clue to unravel it.

Plum would try to pinch it up gently with his fingertips as he narrowed his eyes, but I still don't see anything.

Even if you change the wavelength of the magic power, it's so thin that you only know that there's something there.

- Ultra-fine magic yarn (Magiwire), you mean!

"Awesome, Plum! You're in good hands!

"Eh heh heh! Find the bad thread immediately and exorcise it!

I'll stroke the head of a plum that hangs my eyebrows so well. Ask the plum to loosen its cheeks without hesitation to keep the precious "sample" intact.

"Metius, can you help me a little?

Metius, who was being made to deal with Manuferno's sketch, flies with glitter and powder of light in a fleeing momentum, clutching to my shoulders. I show Plum's fingertips with my gaze.

"Sage Grecas? Miss Plum's... what's on her fingertips?

"Ah, apparently a fragment of the enemy's magic thread (Magiwire)."

"Well?"

"Can you see that?

"Oh? Sure this is... yarn! But like this... I can't believe the ultra-fine magic thread (MagiWire)... I started and saw it!

That's right. It looks like Metius has never seen it before by putting his face closer together and zooming in with more tactical information displays (tactics). Surprisingly, get to work on the analysis quickly.

- Now unravel the magical secrets of that great monk Zhengbajob.

Because if you know the "linguistic body type" that makes it up, you also have countermeasures. That said, where we could analyze it, we have to think about the magic that can counteract it in action, but still a great deal of progress.

Besides, we still have quite a bit of time until dawn.

"Ha... I guess I'll be up all night tonight"

"Well, staying up late isn't good for you, sage Grecas"

"Lentomia and the others are suffering, I can't even say that. I'm sorry I had to, but I need Metius to help me..."

"Then I don't mind. I am united with the wise Grecas."

Metius jumps on my shoulder, hands on my cheek, and looks at me. I don't know if it's body temperature or the magical junction that wraps Metius, but it conveyed a warm and soft feeling.

"Thank you, Metius"

"Now, Lentomia, I'd like to see some more of your rings."

"Oh, do that"

Lentomia, who has both a magical defense and a hard and witty ability to counter magic, would have instantly determined that the attack of an unknown magic yarn (Magiwire) could not be "countered by an existing magic defense" before.

In an unknown magic, deprived of liberty and fading consciousness, he entrusted me with a silver ring with the properties of absorbing magic, entangling a magic thread, an unidentified "magic fragment".

- I'm sure Greg would have done something about it.

The face of a half elf laughing like that floats in the back of his brain.

"Lentomia......"

Just a little more patience.

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"- So the technique of detecting and interfering with the magic used by the enemy is being developed sharply, but the operation is largely as I told it."

"Guru, but... there's a tower on the seventh floor, right? Each demon is waiting..."

"Yeah... we're not alone..."

Next to Iola, Riola looks anxious. I'd better worry about that. There can be no denying the lack of combat power.

Because there is no mistake in thinking that the demons of the semi-fisher, or the remnants of the Demon King's Army, will stand as "hierarchical keepers (floor bosses)" who consolidate the entrance of the lighthouse and protect each floor.

Nevertheless, my "tactical maneuvers" do not say such things as fighting them silly honestly.

I turn my gaze to Luroni, the swordsman (Serveria) sitting next to Iola. I want swordsmen who have dived through numerous battlefields together to work a little harder this time...

"Let's not take on the awkward!?

I sweat somewhat in a hurry. Lu said, "Awkward people take on this place! Everybody move on!" They don't want to do anything hairy.

Lu, who had no avant-garde experience and was basically a supportive role for Ergonote and Faria, but this time only as a Dicamaran hero, I want you to be confident in taking the avant-garde.

"Lu, were you listening to me? It's not such a dangerous operation..."

"Oh, was that so?

"Protect me from demons while I chant my spell,"

I put my hands on the cat ear boy's shoulder with a pong.

"Mr. Lu! I'll fight in front of you. So that......, I want you to follow me!

Everyone gazes at Iola slapping her chest. Oh......! and both Hempero and I applaud the ambitious appearance of a brave aspiring boy.

"Nha!? (a) Iola...... my lord!

"I'm still here... but I want to help Master Ergonote, who taught me swordsmanship, Faria, who taught me how to fight, and Mr. Lentomia!

Iola stood up and clenched her fist as she said in a powerful voice. The momentum and courageous words were enough to inspire everyone.

"Io, I'm with you."

"... Rio!

Riola sticks her fist out at Iola and hits her with a trick.

"Courage. It's like an ergo, brother. You (Iola)! I fight too."

"Mr. Manu!

"Come on! The only wizard who can't be a wise man is a monster!

"Plums and plums are going -!

Hempero and Plum were also inspired by Iola's words, he said.

"Iola, we're all gonna get out of here."

"Ah!"

I was finally getting my pace back.

When I saw the look of Dickamaran's people, even though I was meant to be flat on my own, I was, in fact, quite wolfish inside.

Whether they call me a wise man or not, I... I guess I'm not an adult yet.

Nevertheless, my head, which began to spin at high speeds, was boiling up with anger at the White Monk Zheng - Saint Badjob.

A place where people are unexpected, and a cold-blooded manipulation of purple witches, my men.

He's still plotting some kind of conspiracy in this town. I don't know if that's to plunder Popolato, an unfrozen harbor, or what the "Resurrection of the Sea Demons" and the half fishermen hinted at.

I was hoping to get the Ergonotes back, but I'm still one of the "Dickamaran Heroes".

Even now that the threat of the Demon King has left, we fight evil unwittingly and defend our peaceful routine. Sometimes it's not bad to act like such a shadow hero.

- Badjob, I'm gonna make you regret what you did to us.