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

The desert at night was chilling, as the daytime temperatures, when the mirage was loosely hot, lied.

Desert is still a special environment, with temperatures rising at 30 degrees and 40 degrees during the day, but as soon as the sun sets, temperatures start dropping, and the phenomenon of radiation cooling causes them to drop to nearly zero degrees at night.

There is no cloud in the sky to look up to, and the stars of heaven shine.

When there was a sage hall near Metanostadt, I remember looking up at the sky didn't see many stars so far. I guess I see so many stars thanks to the fact that they travel the "west street" which equals nothing but sand dunes.

But only the eastern sky, where the half moon began to rise, is blurred and thin bright. Since the Kingdom of Methanostat is in a certain direction, it is probably the light of the king's capital.

Only the footsteps of a rhythmic hall (...) called Gatchon, Gatchon, are dedicated so as to cleave the darkness of a desert night where you can hear no bugs or anything.

"Ugh, Sabu"

I'm sitting alone, all round my body.

The Sage Hall we ride - the New Land Turtle - was traveling at night to regain time loss due to daytime "raids".

Not necessarily without another raid, but from the retreating witch Alberina and the assassins, there was also the thought that they would not be attacking again soon.

Of course, there could be dangerous traps on the road, so I myself sit beside the "gatepost" that falls at the end of the ship and keep watching ahead.

It integrates information sent from two forward positioned wine barrel golems with scanned (scanned) roads and shoulders leading up to the enemy junction (circle) and displays them in tactical information display (tactics).

There was a map of the desert and streets stretching west, and the current location of the museum was depicted in blue light points. If dangerous demons or enemies appear, the red light will light up and send out a warning.

The enemy range covers a distorted range stretched in the direction of travel of 500 Merte forward and about 200 Merte around.

In front of 300 Merte, the wine barrel golem "Full" and "Blurb", lit with phosphorescent magic (Will O Sprite), run ahead.

Two tiny, flickering lights are the wine barrel golems.

The magical horse with four iron feet on the wine barrel continues to run without any concern for the dark and rough road surface.

Feedback of daytime combat experience, all driving control system maneuvers have been rewritten to "desert combat specifications," so no feet are taken in the sand or reduced mobility.

In the daytime battle with a bunch of assassins, I don't think putting in a lot of wine barrel golems would have forced them to struggle that far, but I hesitated to use it as not an occasion to expose all the hand tags (...).

- It looks like it's coming up next.

Besides, the hall now has two squadrons (...) of mass-produced wine barrel golem "Barrel (Barrel)", headed by "Full" and "Burble" as an effective strike force in operational condition.

In two bodies it becomes a set of "squadrons," two squadrons aligned to form a "platoon," and one "squadron" in three platoons.

That means one squadron in twelve barrels.

That's one squadron to the left and right of the New Gran Turtle, 24 in total, and when activated under my Magic Command, I roll and fight.

Essentially, we fight independently just by setting targets, but each unit is supposed to work organically together, and if it is a powerful enemy, two platoons are supposed to attack and destroy from left to right.

This is my trump card, and I'm sure there's no further way to get behind than by getting the performance and combat data of the opponent's golem.

I look forward and take a quiet breath.

The two preceding wine barrels and halls remain at equal distances and proceed cautiously in slow footsteps of about 10 km/h.

These two golems, connected to me by a magic thread (MagiWire), are used as relays (Repictors) in the Enemy Boundary (Circle) to ensure the safety of the front in conjunction with the information on the tactile organs (sensors) planted in the legs on the iron limbs.

I was the only one in the garden closed in the dark.

Opening the iron gates that "ejected" Faria and the others during the day, I sat in a barrel rolling nearby, looking forward and starry, working forward surveillance and bow.

Looking back at the hall, the windows have warm colored lights, and from time to time I hear shadows and laughter.

Before evening, when you find me sitting here sitting next to you instead, everyone who's talked to me about everything is in the hall now.

Iola came to talk to me about her sister's birthday coming up, and Riola came to talk to me about her brother's birthday coming up.

Well, while I was bitterly laughing that it would be the same because I'm a twin, I also wondered if there were any good gifts.

Now that it's totally dark, I guess each one of us finishing dinner is having a free time showering, chatting and relaxing.

- I'm usually in there, too.

How can something called window lights from the dark remember a bit of loneliness? Even if you know you have a place to go, it can feel like home.

Return your gaze in the direction of travel with that in mind.

"Aren't you tired? Sage Grecas."

Unexpectedly, I recall that I was not alone in the voice that sounded in my ear.

"... Metius. Even you must be tired. You can rest now."

Fortunately, only one book was in my chest pocket. I tried to cross the Kansas Desert with my life! It's a journey of an old adventurer who can be described as reckless. Anyway, the depiction continues that I'm dying of lack of water.

My head is lit with the blue and white lights of phosphorescent magic (Will O Sprite), so I can't even read if I want to read a book.

"Hmmm...... 'Cause the book's kind of hot and bitter and it's gonna be dry."

"haha, must be"

I don't want to see you talk about being seared by the sun all day and getting sun-dried again, even in your dreams.

Metius laughs couscous. Ex-royal graceful grin as usual. Long honey-colored hair is blue and has fantastic shades, illuminated by moonlight and phosphorescence.

"Sage Grecas has been up all night a lot, but when are you asleep?

Sit on your shoulder and shiver your pale, glowing feathers. With a worried face, he gently presses his little hand against my cheek.

"I'm mostly asleep during the day, mostly when I'm busy."

"Well......! So, almost all day?

"I'm not that messed up!?

"Kea."

I pretend to be exaggerated and surprised at the scratch, and laugh when I dull.

Apparently, Metius may have admired conversations like the assholes I usually interact with Lentomia and Manuferno.

It's also time for me and you to have such a shattered conversation. Apparently, Ergonote's advice that "you should just talk to the two of us" also applies to this fairy who hasn't been away for a while.

"Nevertheless, it's a desert with nothing."

"But the stars of the night sky are like jewels"

I look up to the top of the sky again to that word.

"Wow, it's like you're traveling through space"

The belt of light that crosses the sky in white is the river of heaven. The sky I used to see (...) says that the belt of light in different shapes is the center of the galaxy.

"I'm so scared."

A fairy named Metius whispers just between the collar of the robe and the neck.

The sky, where countless stars shine, is an overwhelming sea of starry skies that may even be sucked in together.

"Meti, it tickles me when I move my feathers there."

I gently wrap a fairy sitting on my neck with my palm.

"It's warm...... Please don't do this anymore."

"Ah."

- It's the only thing I can do for you.

The eyes of the fairy princess, a pseudo-spiritual soul (Millian Seoul), were quietly directed at the starry sky.

and.

Some footsteps approached me from behind.

It's like an obnoxious figure with a blanket on his head.

"Lost. If I wear a blanket, for some reason, that's it."

It was a manuferno.

"What are you doing... oh, wow!?

"Supply, Greg, it's for you."

Spread the blanket all the way and sit in line to wrap me up.

The heartbeat bounces naturally as the soft, warm body leans in line.

"Hey, what's in it?

"Human skin. You smell like a plush girl."

"Don't say it yourself!

Manu that moves glasses as the fu snorts.

Whose money is that?

Normally, these occasions are not romantic...?

Manu chuckles at me when I smile unwittingly with a sinister face.

"Night meal. Sandwiches and warm tea"

Manuferno takes a small pot and two cups from the basket he held on the side, and the bread wrapped in paper and arranges it.

"Ah......! Thank you. I was just hungry. I'm happy with the tea."

"One clothes. Gotta take a break"

It's like a comma of a longing youth to have a cup of tea with a sandwich on their cheeks, wearing a blanket for two.

"Oh? I'm getting kind of sleepy."

"Take turns. I'll have Greg"

The fairies Metius and Menu salute each other somehow. That's like a guard whose time has come to take turns.

"Oh, no, Metius?

When Metius grinned, he got inside the book I had.

"Manu, you guys... you still talking about sharing me or something?

Grecas Sharing.

It is a mysterious covenant by Manuferno and Metius, and Lentomia. You think you're going to allocate me on time and "play for you"?

"Chief Ken. That's the secret to full circle!

Even as I stare at Manuferno with his face showing his white teeth with a thumbs up all the time, my grin spills unexpectedly.

"Well, it's not a bad time to be alone."

I don't know if you heard me whining, but Manu makes his cheeks red.

"Two. Then I thought I'd miss you."

I blanket gently on Manuferno's shoulder looking up at heaven whining about that. I am surrounded by warmth and relief incomparable with when I was alone.

"Right. I wish we could stay together like this forever..."

"Agreed. Right."

Fingertips touch and gently overlap hands as they are.

The starry sky, which the two of us looked up softly, was blinking quietly without a wind that cared about us softly in the corner of the world.

…………

By the way, after midnight, Lentomia came to me to say, "Let's take turns".

Meeting hands with Lentomia and Pattin, Manuferno returned to the hall satisfactorily.

"That's your shift!?

Continued