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

"Sage Grecas...... I'm just like you. Hundreds of years ago (...), with my companions as a wise man... traveled and saved the world... Narenohatte... sa '

Someone borrowed Ergonote's face and began to speak quietly.

"You're the rebirth of a wise man?

There is only enough to count those who have been called "wise men" in history. The great prophet Muduge Soln. Bill Gerish called God of Wisdom. And Marson the Great Sage, the Wizard of the Divine Domain, Ibn Eleven -.

"But I don't have a name. No... I don't remember anymore, should I say...? As I repeated my reincarnation over and over again, my soul deteriorated and I guess I'm not the original me... '

Shaking his shoulders in mockery, "The Unnamed (Badge) Saint (of)" passes through Ergonote's eyes and looks at the heroes of Dicamaran.

It's a calm gaze, as if it's something I miss. And my mouth barks in loneliness.

'Oh, so jealous of you for having... I want...! Can you give me your people, the world...!? Why are you interrupting me if I want your help too?

It is no longer a legitimate thought. But the next moment, heh! and Ergonote exhaled and knelt down on both knees. Antibody (vaccine) autonomous driving formula (aprict) worked and pushed magical foreign objects (...) out of the body.

From the whole body of the brave, white misty things like Moya begin to rise up. The smoke was a bunch of ultra-fine magic yarn (Magiwire). It turns into a form called spiritual matter (ectoplasm).

'Ahhhh, my... body ahhh...!

I heard a bitter "voice" from a white object. It feels more like words echo directly to the brain than they capture it by ear, to be exact.

The essence of Badjob is that -

"Imprisoned by paranoia, the void Necromancer (Zero Reis), you mean"

A tactical information display (tactics) issues a warning against spiritual combat.

It is a warning against attacks called energy drains, such as the dispersion and absorption of life energy, by spiritual beings - including those called gods and demons - alien dimensional beings (...).

"Necromancer. I was on ergonote......!?

"Get away from me, Greg! I'm gonna bust it!

"All of you... you abominable evil spirits...!

Faria strips out her fangs and sets up an axe.

Physical attacks don't work on spiritual bodies, which is a common story, and Faria's special moves involve a kind of energy release called "Struggle" or "Kenki," so she can blow it whether it's a spiritual body or not.

Because I have sent back to the afterlife, many times, dead spirits and evil spirits that have been attacked with a mockery mix, "What can a warrior style do..." even on a former adventure.

"Come on, Falia, Lentomia."

I will quietly stop the magic of the half-elf and the attack of Faria.

"Just Sushi - I need to ask... I have something"

To my words, I ran by Falia's Lentomia, surprised to see her face, and Manu ran through her silver hair, rushing to Ergonote.

Manu drips a crimson healing candle over a bloody ergonote that breaks both knees without force and supports his torso with one hand.

"Temperament (firm). Ergonote! Now...... I'll help you"

"You asked for it, Manu."

"Success. It's up to you"

Ergonote had significantly reduced health displays in tactical information displays (tactics) due to his attachment to the Necromancer.

That was the same with the gray-haired youth. Badjob has the power to jump the magical as a vessel.

The obsession with ergonotes would be nothing more than because it was an ideal vessel for Badjob, combining overwhelming combat and magic.

The white object that emerges from the ergonote loosely forms into a single mass near the ceiling of the ancient tower.

No hands, no legs, nothing, but a vague spirit that does exist there (...).

At the same time, walls, floors and one very low temperature cold air spread from the ceiling. The freckles and the floors and walls made a noise and began to freeze white.

"Winter is over, but I hope you don't mind the cold"

I develop a counter-cooled junction that sticks out my arms and wraps my whole crew around me. Not aggressive "cold air," but I wanted to build a "wall" between Dickamaran's people and him.

- The Vacant Necromancer (Zero Reis). Death and life transcend existence. It is the prison of the worst soul, without dying, without being able to live and wander.

After repeatedly reincarnating his ancient magic tricks, he became a vain soul.

"... the declining fatherland of Prussia, I have dedicated myself to its prosperity...! As a great saint, I gathered the most discerning talent, worked for my country, led the foolish people, gave them joy and excitement, and fulfilled their desires!

Not a voice, but a fragment of Badjob's numerous memories poured into my head like a running light as video.

The vain eyes of the people of a beautiful white country, eyes bonded to the heat of the monks who worship Badjob as the Great Monk Masters.

It was a centuries-old historical scroll.

The figure of the great saint (...) was there, manipulating and fighting numerous human beings, waging wars, benefiting fishermen, acting as if he were God himself.

"I follow the remnants of the Demon King's Army to block the sea route and measure the land route with bandits in order to make the country flourish."

The video shifts to modern times, to a leap in Popolato.

"Decline? Is your country quiet, calm, and a good place?

I say sarcastically.

'Yes, but it's a great country! As the monks of all the great monasteries (...) think, I control all the people with thread (...), because I have created an equal and perfect society (...) that distributes all resources and food completely...!

A white spiritual body wavers and opens its hands to great esteem, behaving as if it were God.

I heard that far and lifted my glasses with my finger, for Christ's sake.

In the previous world, learning stories of similar countries in social classes comes through the back of my brain. The end of an "ideal nation" that controls everything... needless to say.

"Greg, be careful. Zero Reyes enters your mind."

Lentomia turned her hand around my shoulder and whispered in her breathtaking ear.

"I don't expect Lord Grey to be confused, but be careful!

Lu also stands between me and the white spirit body at some point, all exorcised, poking his sword tip against the spirit body of Badjob and staring at him.

"Sage (...) Grecas...... But I'm on my way... I don't care about the country (Prussia) anymore. My purpose has changed. Oh! I found it!... I remember!

I could see the white fog "voice" covering the ceiling gradually rising.

"What...?

"When I saw the braves (...), I felt the light pouring down on my frozen, empty heart! Hundreds of years ago, I trembled with joy and anticipation that you might be my companion, my soul mate, my soul mate!

Even after the death of his "companions", who would have been in Badjob, he would have repeated the secret art of reincarnation, jumped over time and continued to reign as the leader of Prussia several times.

"So you captured Ergonote and Lentomia and looked them up..."

'The first few years were... dazzling days of adventure!... beside me is a formidable friend, a beautiful wizard... But time flies... one leaves, two leaves. To the art of life extension, the smelting of the substitute flesh, and the secret of reincarnation, I continued to lay my hands on the contraindicated magic of one world after another... But... I'm the only one left.'

It's... loneliness, eternity, darkness.

And the voice continues.

I felt "darkness" creeping deep in my heart. Zawali, and my heart wavers.

"... crap. I'm not like you."

'What's different, why not!? Fear death, twist and bend your dishes, and live in my desires......! Isn't that what magicians dream about, what people want, what people do!?

A white fog sticks out on the outside of the junction and confronts me as a giant niggered face. Bright red eyes and mouths approaching with mockery.

'You'll want it too...? The secret to manipulating life is that the magic of rebirth is the power (...) ahead of it...'

To a sweet, whispering voice, I frown.

Behind my brain came a pram smile calling my name.

Just out of my mind, I gave birth to an intrigue, my own homunculus...

"I... no!

Then why did you come here? My profound knowledge of witchcraft... isn't it because I wanted to know the extreme? Oh!?

That's a good point to misread.

"I got my people stolen. I just came to get it back."

Biggie... and somewhere in the junction is broken. Cold air sneaks at my feet all at once. I could see the dark, cold, cold air creeping up my legs.

"Kuha! But eventually you will know......! I got my hands on contraindications, my own end of the line! Practice life, the joy of manipulating others, immortality, wishing for eternity, dyeing your hands to the art of reincarnation... repeat, repeat... fear of eternal prison oh '

"Greg, you can't lend me ears!

Lentomia wrapped the magic of flames around her hands. When I slapped him on the spiritual body to beat him up, the white mist looked as if it had been fogged, but he gathered again between blinks and kept whispering to me.

"Sage...... Grecas! You're jealous......, everyone would want that? He wants to be like you, he wants to be like you...! Oh... I'm you now '

All the white fog turned into yarn and hit me all at once. It was a bunch of invisible magic threads (magiwires) that could not be prevented in the junction.

But I couldn't move.

"Go away, you evil spirits"

The moment my vision closed in the dark, an awesome shockwave rocked my whole body.

Faria did everything she could to unleash a dragon shot (dragon screw) and blew up all the ceilings with Badjob.

I was blinded by the blue of the sky and the beauty of the sea when I found out that the flying black grain was a fragment of a blown ceiling.

The wind blows through.

Still in the middle of winter, the wind from the sea is cold, stroking my skin.

On the seventh floor, where we were, half was left and turned into an open terrace. The laughter creeps up unexpectedly in too many sights.

"Ha... ha. Relentless, Faria."

"Greg, when you hear about assholes, your ears rot, okay?

Gasha, and Faria peeks at her white teeth with a huge axe on her shoulder.

"Not at all. Root Dark Evil Spirit Bullshit (...), The Awkward Didn't Hear It On The Way!

A frightening cat-eared boy smile, to say the least. I felt my shoulders fall out.

"Right."

- Nothing, that's fine. Now, not yet.

The sun was hanging on the top of the sky at some point and I narrowed my eyes unintentionally to the glare.

"Resurrection. Ergo woke up!

Manuferno spoke to us. Shaking his head, Ergonote, a brave man who rises at ease, looks like a morning awakened by his usual hangover.

"Hmm?... well... is that it? Where are you, here?

"Ha, you don't remember anything?

"You dreamed that Faria had me around..."

Blinking red copper eyes, Ergonote puts his head on.

I shrugged my shoulder for Christ's sake. And I finally looked around to make sure that the "people" I had set foot with were one at a time.

Continued