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

Neighbouring farmers and passing merchants had gathered at the falling point who had heard noise at some point. Although the site of the fall of the iron pile (...) is an unmanned wilderness, the streets leading to the Wang capital pass nearby.

Stay away! and a few knights are holding them back.

"Emergency lines" are stretched around the iron pile, and in a vibrant atmosphere, several wizards working in the kingdom are beginning to analyze to determine who the iron pile is.

He was also seen as a magician at the Royal Palace and a young wizard who fought with the giant monster as the King's Capital Defense Force.

"Aren't you going to help me just now?

Iola asks, watching how it goes.

"Well, let's leave this place to the wizards of the kingdom"

"Phew..."

You can squeak out and come together and analyze it, because they also have something called pride and position as professionals.

More than that, I was thinking about how I flew a giant chunk of iron using Circular Magic (Cycloa) technology, and what method I used to direct it this far.

I have precision-guided remote strike magic called Combination Magic with Lentomia and Precision Induction (Critical) Striker, but the range is at most about 3 kilomertes.

The magic of flames and heat lines is damped by atmospheric dust and water vapor, and there is a limit to the distance reached by the magic thread (Magiwire) for induction.

In that regard, a mass of iron, flying 170 kilomertes, does not attenuate or otherwise, and kinetic energy multiplied by mass becomes an intense weapon in itself.

But the source of my magical ideas is due to the knowledge gained in the "original world," i.e. the knowledge of state-of-the-art military technology (...) gained in books and magazines. Though I just misread it, the meaning is different from not having an "idea".

It's hard to imagine that one day a human being in this world - no matter how magically good a dark elf is - suddenly comes up with magic like a ballistic missile.

- If so, who (...) has the same knowledge as me, did I tell you?

And it's a "mysterious technique" being planted in an iron pile, where Lentomia and Metius noticed another sentiment.

Return your heels and return to the carriage with Iola.

Lentomia sits a little back behind the carrier at some point and puffs her legs. Seemed to be exchanging opinions on "Iron Pile" with Metius the Fairy.

The forest folk and fairies are now perfectly close to each other, incredible that we even had a fight the other day over a tense of intentions.

"What do you got?

"Yeah, the magical technique we're planting in that pile of iron doesn't work in one."

What about me? and frowns.

"... I mean, when that thing gets a bunch of them together, is magic a working trick...?

"I'm sure of it, sage Grecas"

"Don't be upset..."

I moan at the words of the fairy Methius.

I'll explore the material again with search magic (Gögor), but the only magic in question is… a kind of abundance of prayer called "Seventh Pile" that punches seven piles into the ground and produces a magical effect on the enclosed range.

Both Lentomia and Metius peek into the results of the search magic (Ggol) I see.

"I don't think our neighbor Neo Islavia would have wished for an abundance to celebrate his spring visit."

"Ha. But magic has both faces."

"It is magic that originally wishes for abundance (...), but vice versa (...) is also possible..."

"It's easier to wither than to grow crops..."

Remaining a beautiful face, Lentomia told her with a voice that pushed her emotions to death.

"What happens if I punch six more iron piles of this size into the area around Metanostadt?

Fairy Metius expands map search magic (Ggor Mappa) into tactical information display (Tactics) and shows a map of the Kingdom of Metanostadt.

Based on this, I will draw six more fictional red dots. That's one of the basic magic formations known as the Six Mans.

"A circle of a hundred kilometres in diameter, or 'magic formation', so as to surround the kingdom, and a curse to wither crops would wipe out the wheat fields of the villages of Fibonocci and Sibo… the barn zone (...) would be wiped out (...)"

The three of us face each other.

Only Iola, what? And, he has a question mark on his head.

- A huge magic ceremony to make it look like a mass weapon and do an 'environmental alteration'......!

"Environmental Modification Ceremony by Neo Islavia (Dessert Forming): Operation Seventh Pile Launch"

"I can't forgive you. If one of them gets shot in, you're out of your hands!

"But isn't destroying this going to punch the next iron pile in again...?

"Then I'll destroy it all."

Rarely Lentomia stares at the iron pile in an indignant manner, and Metius stops anxiously on my shoulder.

Lentomia is vegetarian and loves the vegetables that can be taken in the village so much.

As much as I say that I would like to grow vegetables in the field myself in the spring, I guess there is something unforgivable about trying to wither crops.

"All right...... Let's destroy this iron pile."

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When I told the kingdom wizards who were desperately analyzing our analysis, I was stunned that they had come to a conclusion in just five minutes, but at the same time my anger spread.

"Lord Sage! Then there will be a moment of respite! We will destroy it."

With the scrubbing sound of armor, Knights Commander Vilstein gives instructions to his wizards to destroy.

All the belly-hearted men, including Captain Wilstein, looked familiar to their faces. These are the knights who rescued the Riolas and Plums who remained in the hall in the battle against the giant monster.

To try, one of the knights who seems confident in his arms to see approached the iron pile and try to wield the great sword with momentum, Gin! The sword broke pokiri with the sharp sound that

To an iron chunk opponent, the sword literally makes your teeth stand.

The knight who has broken his sword shows his companions, shrugging his shoulders.

Next, about four wizards inspire flaming magic as they flip their robes.

Fireball magic (flare ball) is unleashed simultaneously with the Order of the Knights Commander, causing them to hit one after the other near the center of the iron pile. Powerful and precise.

However, the iron pile remained intact after only a slight red heat. There is a clear lack of firepower to destroy.

"No...! Again!"

Once again, the wizards stand by the words of the blonde handsome Knights Commander, Vilstein.

"All right, then me too!

Now Lentomia will join us. The half-elf fired a highly thermally convergent directional thermal magic (positrol).

As soon as the beam of red light struck directly, Koon! and a slight sound scattered several muscles of light.

Seeing where even Lentomia's hotline magic is bounced off, which is likely to melt in one blow, I guess there is some kind of defensive magic on the surface of the iron pile.

Most importantly, in Lentomia's case, I don't mean it to the point of "trying to shoot easily," but the wizard alone wouldn't be a glimmer.

"Greg, what do we do?

"Lord Sage...!

Not just Lentomia, but below the Knights Commander, the wizards' glimpses gather.

- Oh, boy...

"Iola, come"

I call Iola, who was "touring" with the other knights a little further away with a quiet voice.

You didn't think you had your turn, it's a decent face.

"Guru, what?

I tell the chestnut-haired boy, who rushed over lightly, to pull out his sword. A silver sword is something that Iola has been using for a long time.

I pick the blade tip of my favorite dagger with my fingers and do some magic.

"Autonomous Drive Formula (APPLICT) … Hand Dagger"

This is a melee technique with ultra-high frequency vibration that wraps around the "Sage's Boundary" that stretches extremely thinly to the limit like a blade, giving it the power to cleave iron as well.

"Iola! I'm going to cut you down and wave your sword."

"Okay!

Iola nodded with her unmistakable eyes, rushing out momentously, "Ah!?" I waved my sword without hesitation, without any hesitation, without any concern for the knights who spoke out.

Moment, gaggy yin! The sound of the metal hitting hard mixes with the unique sound caused by ultra-high frequency vibration.

Scattered with red sparks, Iola's sword stopped about 10 cm merte where she devoured into the iron pile.

"Ooh! The sword... got through!

"Such a cute boy whacks a scratch on a chunk of iron!?

"Even though it breaks with our sword...!

Vilstein and his men's knights marvel one after another.

"Uri!

I could see a stunning knife wound when Iola put her leg on it and pulled out her sword.

A voice of amazement and admiration gathers in Iola, but disperses in illumination.

"Guru, sorry...... I couldn't cut it."

"No, no, you're doing great. That's enough. Lentomia! Again, please. Aim for the wound."

"- Ugh!

When Lentomia fired another directional thermal magic (positrol) at the wound, it was surprisingly light, penetrating - the red-hot iron turned orange to white, from which it broke into two pieces and fell to the ground. That's a second or two at best.

"We did it!

"Uho! Awesome!

"Ooh! The boulder is a wise man!

The knights and wizards also cheer.

This should have told them how to deal with it, too. All you have to do is destroy the defensive coating by damaging the surface and burn it from the inside with flame magic.

There was fifteen mertes tall. The looking iron pile had now fallen to the ground and turned into a cold iron rod.

Sage Grecas, the magic response has completely disappeared.

"Um, if you destroy it, you just won't be able to help."

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"I will tell the King and Lord Ergonote everything that has happened here. Thank you very much, Lord Sage, for your cooperation!

Wearing iron helmets, the knights ran away with their horses with the utmost respect.

At the end of the meadow, where the knights grew smaller, the spires of King Metanostadt's capital shone back into the afternoon sun.

"Shh... wow! Great job! That guy, he's the Knight Commander of the Metanostadt Defense Forces... he had his head down!

Iola looks excited, alternating her eyes of admiration and respect for the knights and me.

Though we Dicamaran heroes are famous and popular, we are in the same capacity as civilians, compared to the Knights, where there are many people from the state and nobility.

We've all been praised for our accomplishments and we've all been praised for the title.

Well, I got a lot of rewards instead, and as far as I'm concerned, I received the "Sage's Hall," which is too full.

"I fought with them before. When we fight for our lives, men get along."

"Ooh...!

"Even me and Iola, right?

Iola smiled lightly as she slapped him on the shoulder.

"hehe...... well"

Um, I think you said something good for me. Iola's got her eyes shining.

Until recently, "I want to be a knight, not a brave man," for Iola, who was beginning to think more specifically about her future path, interacting with a real knight would have been exactly a social studies tour, a surprise event.

The spring sun is still high but the wind came out.

- As it is, I'm sorry...

"Let's just go home to the hall. Pram and the others are worried."

I waved the reins of the wine barrel golem and set off the carriage.

Continued