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

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The season is spring...

The long winter had finally come to an end and spring had also come to the "Hall of Wise Men", to be built on the outskirts of the Wang capital Metanostadt.

The rising sun is pompous and warm, and the wind is calm and comfortable.

The wheat fields that spread around the hall were becoming a brightly colored green carpet with young leaves growing slightly.

Even just looking around the garden of the hall surrounded by stone walls, the sight became apparent that I could feel it was spring.

The sprouts of the trees will gradually begin to swell, and the young leaves will now peek into their faces, and the ground, which was brown, is covered with bright green grass.

Poor little wildflowers like a smile can bloom there.

The fantastic sight of a goose or a fairy (Methus) flying like a flower dancing with a flower is unique to the Sage Hall.

"Oh, it's a beautiful day."

I sleep in a bench chair in the garden and stretch. Even outside the basics, I'm a reader.

The Plums went to school every day for a while here and lived to come back after noon.

The school building does not have classes every day, but is opened only three days a week. I mean, I'm at home four days a week, and Plum and Hemperoza, as well as Iola and Riola and Lentomia, who are mixed up with students, are relaxing in the hall today.

"It's a yellow chow -!

A plum runs around the garden with redhead hair moistened.

Opening up from life-extending drugs and becoming a "human" like us, Pram eats twice as much rice as a human being, and feels better than before.

The appearance of chasing the chow to the evidence also added dynamism. Damn! I thought I ran out, kicking the trunk of a tree and flying high in the air under the "triangle jump" procedure. Then I reach for the chow.

Cho flickers like a panic, but it won't be a hoard for Cho to be chased.

Showing an incredible flight, Shiu-tang, the plum lands with an extra face.

Bodies, hands, and feet are as thin as they used to be, and it's the girl's, but her motor skills and powers are clearly indicative of Dragon Man's (Dragunian) bloodline.

"I want to be able to fly like Annemie too -..."

Pugh, and look up regrettably at the flying chow high in the sky and swell his cheeks.

I followed that cheek,

"Ha, because plum feathers are decorations. But if you practice jumping at that rate, you'll be able to hang out with Annemie and the others."

"Are you sure?

The pram sparkles a scarlet eye.

"Hmm. Maybe. If my magic research (...) comes to a close, let's go play inside."

"Yes it is -!

Plum smiles with heartfelt joy and turns to dance on the spot as he creeps. Her hair shines like a flower in the spring sun.

"Hey, I can't go with you to the pram anymore."

Laughing in disgust, it's Hemperoza crouching the book in one hand at the garden tip right next to me.

The book in my hand is a 'botanical atlas' of this world. Hemperoza was unexpectedly enthusiastic about his studies, and when he found plants and insects in the garden, he pulled books out of the study, often looking and reading.

The fact that I got my own magic and started naming myself "Sage's Apprentice" may have caught my exploratory mind on fire.

The time spent with me - commonly known as "Sage's Time" - allowed me to handle the spreading magic (Shrub Garden) quite freely thanks to all my training.

Sprinkled Sprout Magic (Shrub Garden) "Version 2" seeds germinated at pinpoint, stopping or accelerating growth as desired. It is a training that freely manages the momentum of (...).

The results were somehow demonstrated a few days ago in the break-in of thieves…. Speaking of which, is that 'Dodgy Daughter' Spiano Lasev safe?

The morning after she blew herself up with the dreaded "Doji Daughter's Curse," she was found with her neck stuck in the iron gate, and the faces of the mansion became noisy.

I can't leave my daughter in the mansion, who calls herself an assassin, so I sent her to Ergonote for a stroke.

- I asked you to come to the desert. She's a little bit dodgy... but I need you to take care of her.

And, well, in a letter about how it went.

Spearno, who has become a dodgy daughter, could have let him stay in the hall as a research subject (...), but he couldn't help but want to leave here as soon as possible.

You were with Hemperoza and me, and that wouldn't be living comfort.

I let him hold the letter and send him out of the mansion, but he also fell a few times while I was dropping him off, and he fell into the Argument River.

I'm very concerned that I made it there safely...

Ergonote is busy, and my mind is that he would want manpower now that Lu, who should have accompanied him as secretary and manager, has gone missing.

By the way, Lu is sometimes left flattered because of her sexual roots being a cat.

I just heard of the wasa that you rolled into the widow's noble Madame's place, but are you feeling better?

Well... he'll be back in a while, and I'm not particularly worried.

Speaking of which, it's Faria's day to come home.

He holds the position of technical instructor for the Knights of the King's Capital and trains in combat every day.

Probably giving strict guidance as a ghost instructor, but one of these days I just want to go and see it.

But Ergonote is a daily meeting in the King's Capital. If it's a meeting, it's acting like a busy royalty.

It was already known news among ordinary people that Neo Islavia was showing disturbing moves.

Neo Islavia's current (...) Head of State, Zawzaut Yormuza, request for the handover of the brave Ergonautical personality would have been if the Kingdom of Metanostadt had officially responded to the rejection.

The assassin (...) was sent in the other day and it seems to be stinking...

If the fire powder is going to fly, I'll shake it off... instead I'm going to root and crush the fire! Or so you'd say. If it's ergo.

Nature and a fluffy grin leak.

- Well, we'll hang out then, anyway.

I looked up at the white clouds flowing slowly.

Besides, while I was doing my job in King's Capital, I guess it would be convenient for Ergonaut to meet his lover, Princess First Princess Courtilt Snuvel.

It doesn't matter, Princess Snoovel was very similar to her sister, Metius. The personality is the exact opposite, but the face has a common denominator of beautiful blonde hair on a jewel-like blue-eye. Intelligent standing and so on have a similar atmosphere that is unique to the sisters.

"... oh, what do you think of me? Sage Grecas."

A fairy danced like a goose and sat on my shoulder.

You can't stay away from me, and Metius seems to be enjoying the spring watching the grasshoppers around you and chasing the chow.

Plum doesn't chase Fairy Metius around on boulders either, but he often glimpses flickering. That's how Plum and Metius are often beside me.

"No, I was thinking about your sister."

"Sister......? I don't really remember the royal palace days..."

Metius leaned down a little sad. After his death as a pseudo-spiritual soul (Millian Seoul), sealed as the soul of a convenient prophet, and then, by my hand, surviving his "existence" by turning him into a fairy, Metius had a softly missing memory of his lifetime as a "second princess".

All that's left is about the lonely days I spent in the library.

"I'm sorry. Ergonote is dating a sister who looks a lot like you. So I kind of thought about it."

"Well, I was. Um, is my sister... happy?

pompous, asks.

"Release yourself in the royal palace... no, they're just sweet on the ergo one"

"Well......! A couple of princesses and braves sounds kind of like a fairy tale. Hehe..."

Meanwhile, Metius flew away somewhere again.

I'm always intrigued and listening to our "brave and companions" conversations, but maybe I don't like royal palace-related topics.

Even if my memory is fading, I guess it reminds me of the hard times I was locked away in the library.

Speaking of which, it seems that the horse fits with Metius, who was dreaming of a "fairy tale of the braves", and Manuferno, who was equally locked up and just delayed by paranoia, and occasionally the two of us work out some sort of story concept and thrive.

Well, there's plenty of time, and you'll need to find some fun.

To tell you the truth, I'm not just sleeping in a hall like this and spending time in a daze.

Having finished my major business of creating life-saving meds for Plum, I am working on a "big deal of magic" research while dealing with Hemperoza training.

Of course, I was a master and a student in the school building and I grew up (?) Working with the great wizard Lentomia. He can't help but enjoy researching something with me, too, and he enjoys reading books side by side and doing magic building together by directly connecting magic threads (MagiWire).

The contents are still a secret, but once the magic of applying the ultra-fine (nano) magic yarn (Magiwire) technology captured from the Great Saint Badjob, which was repeatedly reincarnated with the "Isolated Junction", we (...) will be able to go on a new journey.

- I can't show you the whole story yet.

With that in mind, and boggling in the spring sun, Riola came holding the laundry. Manuferno also holds the laundry.

The way Riola and Manu walk in a friendly chat is like normal village daughters.

"Phew, I finally got rid of it. Mr. Manu helped me."

"Laundry. Somehow my heart will be beautiful."

Eh heh, and strange laughter is the same manual. I'm tying my hair into two pieces about under my ear, what's called a country style twin tail.

"Riola, if you'd told me, I would have helped you too..."

"That's okay. The water's warmer."

Riola laughs joyfully as she rocks her chestnut hair in the wind.

It's not good enough to let the rope I gave you between the standing and standing trees growing in the mansion work on just two people drying their laundry handily, so I'll help too.

"Sage, spread it out and dry it more"

"Ah, yes. Like this?"

"... well, it's passed"

Riola looked at the laundry with a difficult face and eventually nodded yeah yeah.

I'm totally laid on Riola's ass and I laugh unwittingly.

Iola's always been used like this too...... But it's not bad.

After that, I dry the laundry quite seriously because as soon as there are wrinkles, I will lose the product.

A refreshing breeze blows through the area, shaking the white sheet.

And, having such a neat time, Iola came from inside the hall with a book (...).

"Iola? Were you reading a book in the mansion on such a beautiful day...?

I'm somewhat incredible.

"As it were, well.... Guru... Um"

"Iola, are you feeling any worse!?

I'm a little worried about how you're thinking of something.

... Is something bothering you?

Speaking of which, Ergonote's direct line, "Time to Talk Alone", commonly known as "Time of the Wise (Time)," has not yet been done with Iola.

It's also an arrow tip that I've noticed lately that I can't invite you to the bath, and I've been thinking about trying another approach when I'm playing outside or taking you out to buy.

"No, I'm not... the"

…… What? "

"Well, I need to talk to you. Life... I guess it's him to talk to."

Iola looks troubled with her cheeks illuminated.

"Life...... consultation?

I peered into the chestnut eyes of my twin brother.

Continued