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

"- You guys, save Faria! Do everything you can! I'll take care of this!

I restructured the junction in Reverse Fixed Deployment (Reverse Lock) mode while holding down Lentomia's body and cut it into spheres for each surrounding space.

When the dazzling white light enveloped us, the surrounding landscape and sound were lost.

The appearances and voices of fellow men desperately struggling to take back Faria on the sixth floor of the tower were completely interrupted and instead it was the white space that filled their sights.

Floors and walls blurred boundaries, and we collapsed into a gritty position. The arms that were attached unravel, the distances from each other flutter, drifting as if in a gravity-free space.

"- Ugh!?

"Hold on, Lentomia!

I could see Lentomia twirling herself in agony but still in the chant of the spell. The half elf being manipulated by Badjob hasn't lost his will to attack me yet.

- I should have cut all the magic threads (magiwires) with the outside...!

The "invisible magic thread (magiwire)" of the badjob manipulating Lentomia should have been theoretically "disconnected".

Despite this, Lentomia's restraints have not been lifted in this way, except because mechanisms similar to autonomous driving techniques (apricts) are embedded directly in the body.

At present, all the connections of the magic yarn (Magiwire) to the outside world have been disconnected due to the isolation junction.

The crystal pendant that connects me to the plum has interrupted the signal, and both search magic (Gogol), image retrieval (Gazon), and tactical information display (Tactics) driven by interlocking with them are dysfunctional.

The bright red characters "Unexecutable (Execution Error)" and "Connection Failure (Connect Error)" fill the tactical information display (Tactics) one after the other.

More than half of my magic is rendered unusable by entering a strong bond that I have created myself.

Nevertheless, it can be a matter of releasing a dangerous wizard that releases lethal magic in front of Iola and the Plums if they break the line.

"Damn it! I still give Lentomia an antibody formula (vaccine) directly!

I shoot magic threads (Magiwires) one after the other from the tip of my hand, but they're all held back by Lentomia's defensive junction.

- Come on!?

The Lentomian junction has the same performance as mine.

The only difference is that I develop 16 layers all the time, but Lentomia has about three layers.

This is due to the difference in processing power (...) between me using an autonomous drive formula (apict) and Lentomia using my own brain to connect.

But under the present circumstances, a magical meeting remotely is pointless, beyond being as strong as the junction itself is.

And when a bright red light gathered at the tip of Lentomia's hand, it emitted towards me.

For Lentomia, who could inspire me with little or no spell chanting, blowing me away was nothing.

"Guh!"

I was blown away by the magic of the explosive system that burst in the center of both of us.

In the feeling of being blown away everywhere, I was desperate to say, "Ground, ground! Successfully create scaffolding by remembering.

This is where I originally created the Quarantine Zone.

It is no different in nature from what the purple witch called "Huishi Purgatory (Jewel Prizna)". Well, I've never used this space in a tactic of war to get inside and fight in my favor.

I notice that the tactical information display (tactics) has issued a fatal warning.

- Defensive junction...... residual, one

There was only one defensive junction left that was already valid.

That should be it, too. Most of the magic that I usually use for my 16 layers is being transformed into the construction of this "quarantine junction."

A single bond unfolding in my superficial layers is the lifeline for me now. But not the next time you strike Lentomia's powerful magic.

Once again I saw Lentomia inspiring flame-based magic in both hands.

A face like a boy who taught me magic and left behind the childhood of a half elf, a master who has fought with me, is distorted by pain and sorrow.

Spell chanting cannot be stopped by your own will.

"Lentomia......!

Last night...

The secret of "Invisible Magic Thread" unraveled by me and the fairy Metius.

Using the samples Lentomia entrusted to me, poured hundreds of surgical ceremonies into the yarn, repeatedly examining the reactions, and unraveling the magic of Badjob was astonishing.

That means that the ultra-fine magic thread (MagiWire) has a rather robust, far-reaching property instead of "conveying only extremely simple instructions."

Normally, if a wizard wants to manipulate a golem with a magic thread (MagiWire), he needs to pour in a vast array of control techniques.

However, this is not the case when I use a method called "autonomous driving technique (appct)". The magical identity of the wise man is the product of language compression (capsules), which saves the hassle of chanting by "encapsulating" a "procedure" that is pre-combined and left on standby so that it can only be excited by simple "executory orders" from the outside.

In other words, the Daimyo Badjob uses the same (...) and other (...) autonomous driving formula (appct) as I (...). Manipulate humans by planting highly compressed and encapsulated magic formulas on their opponents and sending them simple "Execution Orders" against them.

That would allow us to manipulate many humans remotely with less magic consumption.

In other words, in order to save Faria and Lentomia, you can't just "rip off the magic thread (Magiwire)," as you did when Pratin, the purple wizard.

Without destroying the "Autonomous Driving Formula (APPLECT)" of the Badjob embedded in the body and at least rendering it dysfunctional, we cannot rescue it from the puppet.

Bye!

I deployed the Magnetic Reinforcement Exterior (Magnetics), one of the few magic I could use, kicking virtual ground and flying.

Gungu and Lentomia are approaching.

The moment you spread your hands to the left and right and tried to shoot and unleash the superb flame magic at me...

"I told you not to... I'm telling you, ahhh!

Screaming, put those hands together to interfere directly with flame magic and force them to cancel. However, the converging thermal energy became dazzling light and heat, overflowing from the gap between the hands.

"Gu, ahhhhhh! Wake up...... Lentomia!

"... g... gre...?

My voice arrived, and Lentomia's jade eyes opened.

- Defensive junction, complete disappearance -

Heavy pain and heat burn both arms.

"Ugh, uhh! Yes, now.........!

It wasn't a real flame, it was an illusion due to encroachment of magical powers, or my arms were really burning, but now I didn't care about that.

When they are completely in contact and at zero distance (...) from each other, the junction does not make sense. I mean, it's the only time!

"I'm gonna help you!

I caught a glimpse of Lentomia's neck.

As soon as the lips touched the thin, white nose, tactical information display (tactics) was manipulated with gaze guidance, and the "antibody (vaccine) autonomous driving formula (aprict)" was poured directly into it.

"Ahhh! - G., gre...... ugh!?

The scream, eventually, turns into a quiet, surprising voice.

Antibody (vaccine) autonomous driving formula (aprict) quickly broke the abominable curse.

The half-elf, decursed of Badjob, turns his still hazy eyes at me, as if he were a princess awake from sleep.

We stared at each other quietly in the heart of a quiet, visited white world.

"Lentomia...... are you kidding me?

"... it's not okay..."

"Nah!? What..."

"Now Greg is attacking me..."

Creeping, and spilling a pranky grin, Lentomia squeezed her strength into her gripping hand.

Me and Lentomia are drifting through white space with their hands together.

It's like a scene of "hot friendship" between guys that I admired.

"Ha! If such a mouth is profitable, it's already big...... Ouch!

"!? Gre, that hand......!

"Your flame magic, I forcibly canceled, I hear you burned a little."

"Oh no... my... for...?

"We're friends."

And Lentomia, weeping at the edge of his eyes, jumped straight into my chest.

"Hey!? Oops!"

The sensation of a feverish, luxurious and soft body and the nostalgic fragrance is definitely Lentomia.

Unexpectedly scratch that back.

- - Good...

"I can't cure you, but... here's what I'm gonna do for you"

half-elf head rushing to lick the burn with his kitten-like tongue,

"Ya, stop! Not if you're doing this. Fa, you're going to help Falia!?

"Get Faria......!?

Did Lentomia understand the situation, blinking the eye of the cleaver?

Continued