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

The desert sand was already hot, and even with thick-bottomed boots, the heat was transmitted.

Every time you take a step of sand, the sand flows under the dunes in a rushing, watery momentum. The carriage that Lentomia and Ergonote were riding in is only a hundred mertes away from the hall, but walking on one's own feet without magic or anything is quite a bone breaking task.

"Uhm, you're hot"

The Sage Hall - New (New)/Land Turtle (Gran Turtle) is a comfort that makes you forget that you are in the desert because it is protected by a defensive wall by a "isolated junction" that blocks strong heat in addition to insulation structures. But when you go outside like this, it makes you realize once again that you're in relentless heat.

Near the top of a large dune, one familiar carriage had stopped. It is not the horses that are pulling, but the golems of wine barrels with iron feet.

You noticed my magical fluctuations, and you happily said "Full......" "BLUBBBLUB!" and hissed.

"Oh, Greg's here!

"Hey, Lentomia."

Wave at the skinny half elf sitting in the shade of the carriage.

Lentomia is a complete summer fool in her shirt with half pants. He doesn't even wear a wizard robe, so at first glance he looks like a boy who came to see the dunes on summer vacation.

"Why did you walk in here? I wish you could use Magnetics to jump."

"No, it's one dune, and I thought I'd walk."

"Hmm?

That was just a whim. I just read a traveler's book the other day about crossing the Kansas Desert with determination, so I just wanted to taste the one called Hardship Across the Dunes, but I'm sorry again.

Spiano and Lu were waiting in the carriage, and they waved at the same time as they found me.

When I saw it, my tail (...) was peeking chilly from around my butt. Usually they don't like to show it to others, but they're both out there. Will Lu's have the same hair color as his short, hairy tail from the tip of his hand to his elbow or so, and Spiano is fuzzy and longer than that?

The tail is a useless thing for a semi-beast man, usually hidden in a pouch on his hips or something, but behind Spiano's hips that rocks left and right.

It is easy to understand emotions if the tail is out, but when I tell him/her, he/she says, "Is that very embarrassing?" That's why there are so many half-beast people hiding it so they don't usually see it.

- You don't mind if we're showing each other that, do you...?

Pass beside the carriage with a blur in mind about that.

"Greg, what are you going to do with these two?

I looked back at this one with Faria's hands on the pattern of the sword (...) hanging on her hips.

The silver wavy hair shines like real silver thread in the sunlight.

Faria had decided there was a good chance of interpersonal combat and had turned her gear from axe to dagger. Of course I used to wave my sword on an adventure once, but it's still unusual to have two daggers like this. I've been liking the gear since the other day in Oasis City.

If you look, two wizards sat on the sand in front of Faria.

One is a shy old man with burnt skin in the day, like a painting of a "wizard" with white beards stored in his grey hair. He weaves a camel colorless skinned wizard's robe and holds a cane with some sort of wooden roots in his hand.

The other is a girl as old as Spiano, an Isravian girl I often see around here: bronzed hair to her shoulders on tanned skin. The colour of their eyes was deep green for both of them and their faces looked somewhere alike.

"... Hmm, right"

Looks like Ergonote's been asking the two of us about the situation so far. As the same Isravian, it would be easy for them to talk, but do you know that the hangover man in front of you is a former "prince"?

The two wizards looked gnawed when they saw me weaving a sage robe.

The old man and grandson (...) are surprised to see me as a young wise man. I suppose you suspect that he maintains his youth with some kind of magic.

As I slowly walked over to the two prisoners (...), Faria and Ergonote quietly cleared the way. Because it's my turn from here on out.

"Ergonote, Faria. Did you get anything out of it?

"No. 'I was just asking you to line up the soldiers' and 'I was going to surprise you. Now I'm reflecting' on it... but I can't say any more. It's a strain."

Ergonote turned his gaze on me with the look of a jerk.

Well, I'll hear it from here on out.

The sun dazzled me so I stood in a position to bear the light and turned to the two sitting back. Probably only the glasses are glowing with backlight, but I'll try to smile as much as I can.

"Hii......!?

The wizard girl shuddered herself with tears. You don't have to be so scared, but are you shocked but not smiling enough?

"Ah, the sage you hear rumors about... are you Grecas? My granddaughter.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

All of a sudden an old wizard who talks absurdly and prays to me.

"Jizzy!? Normally only my granddaughter would help me because I don't care what happens to me!?

My grandson, too, grabs the old man's chest barn with his grandson and screams as he rocks his guts.

"Jeez, just kidding...... ho ho"

"You're lying!

The two of us start a comic talent, but I just want information...

"Well... I'm Grecas, but let me know your name for now?

I asked in a quiet voice. It is at least majestic as a wise man to show where you are young but don't move with some things.

"... in Vermillas Natonu"

It's Milica Natnu.

The two people who honestly tell the "wizard's name" are apparently blood relatives, old men and grandchildren.

"The magic that spawned countless soldiers earlier was wonderful. I was impressed, but Lord Vermillas worked out the soldiers, Lord Milica increased it, something like that?

"... bye.... I didn't know you'd be seen again..."

"I can't believe my mirror doubling magic (Bainihuel) is wiped out in an instant..."

The words contained genuine surprise and respect. It's like finishing a game and celebrating your opponent's good fight.

"And the half-elf lady is cute..."

"Shut the fuck up already!

By the way, the "half-elf lady" isn't here, so it's probably about Lentomia.

Somehow, besides, is this desert people prone and relaxed? You don't feel very nervous...

If you think about it, Ergonote doesn't look like that, and if you live in the desert, you can't care about the details.

"Sage Grecas......"

Fairy Metius peeks through my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

They were even more surprised that the fairy showed her face. The fairies are widely distributed in this world, but because they are not conceivable of daylight grandeur, intimate contact with humans, etc.

I snort small at the words of Metius. Search Magic (Ggor) found the two names from pre-Demon King's War materials - the Oasis City of Kanyan's Register of Active Mages.

That's probably still sleeping around the public library in Kanyan. In other words, it's also stored in the Millennium Library.

But there was another wizard named "Natnu". He would be the son of an old man because of his "Limburn Natnu" age, and the father of the girl in front of him.

- I see. I can read it.

"Limburn Natnu, is he now... working for the court of Neo Isravia (...)?

"Nah......!?

"Why did you...!

The eyes of the old man and his grandson Green open in amazement.

"Sage Grecas can stay and discover the world!

Metius flinches and winks with his hands on his hips in front of both of them. I laugh bitterly, not thinking about it as if I were bragging about myself.

"Hey, what..."

"You're no match for me."

Vermillas Natnu and Milica Natnu looked at each other and sighed like they had given up. And

"Sage Lord Grecas... I know you're not in a position to ask me to do this, but... I'd like to ask you something."

"No...!

"If you... No, if you! Defeat that terribly strong, cunning witch (...)..., if you can save Master Southout...! This is the last favor of an old wizard. Bye! I want you to save the people of Israel!

When the old man's deeply wrinkled carved face is distorted and his head drips deep, his granddaughter learns to do so as she also gave up.

- Dear Southout...?

Ergonote quietly glanced at me with that stern face, one knee, and took the old man's hand.

"Put your face up. We're here to save Israel from a madness rampage. We'll make that wish come true."

"Oh, you...... no way, you still are, Prince of Israel...... not Master Ergonote!?

"Don't look like that. It's not a ghost. As you know, the stranger who survives miserably and plays the Dickamaran brave."

The old man's and granddaughter's wizard's face had a look that was neither pleasant nor surprising. In his eyes, he saw the relief that he had found hope.

"Old Vermillas. What is a witch...... Dark Elf, you mean Alverina?

I asked quietly. Although he showed a moment of confusion, the old man opened his mouth.

"Well... Israel perished in the Demon King's War, the royal family ceased, and many people lost their lives... Then we, who survived marginally, rehabilitated the country, albeit poor and painful…, and worked hard to welcome the only orthodox prince (...) who was rumored to be alive. That woman showed up there...... Words cleverly entered his mentor, Sausaut Yormusa... wearing that strange side... of the... curse."

"No! They're asking me everything! No, no, no!

Milica Natonu hugs the old man and screams desperately. But the old man didn't stop.

"They threatened me too...! My son... the same goes for the father of this child... who is forced to work under the face of a curse."

"I see. I mean... is the witch manipulating Zawsaut and other belly-hearted men"

Even Southout Yormusa is a puppet, and that creepy black mask means an item that unleashes a spearno-like curse.

It was definitely Milica's father, manipulated in terms of a similar curse, who was showing more soldiers behind the crystal sphere.

- Again... do you mean the witch (Alberina) is the mastermind?

The witch, who leads to a profound magic and profound magic, has spent a long time and effort using a bunch of assassins as pawns, and even manipulating the country and hiding for her own ends.

The white saint Badjob also manipulated others, but for different purposes and sizes. The purpose of Badjob was to survive a silent nation that managed the system of reincarnation in order to maintain its own technique of reincarnation. And the identity was nothing more than a ghost imprisoned by the delusion of getting a companion (...) that he lost after his reincarnation.

But...

Alberina is hot and fierce with her own battle desires and carnal desires, making bold moves as if to rush to life.

- What the hell is Alberina... in a hurry?

"Be careful...... Those witches aren't the only ones who manipulate the up-armed as their belly men and wait for Dickamaran's hero… Master Ergonot."

"I see...... Very well, thank you."

I turned my gaze to Ergonote and Faria and nodded small.

Continued