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

"I'm hey, sage Grecas. I want to go to another world you know."

"- What... you say?

I couldn't hide my confusion in the witch's words.

I'm supposed to interrogate you, but on the contrary, behind the black eyes of the witch Alberina, who stared at me for showing upset, a demonic flame shook.

"Tell me, Grecas...... Did you see another world? No... I'm from that vegetarian world (...) to be exact... no?

A dark elf witch stares at me like a dew of curiosity and eats in, and she even has a grin on her mouth. I can even remember the illusion that even now you're going to grab my shoulders, even though you're so nervous that you can't move one finger and seal the magic.

"... I'm the one asking the question. You're free to go where you want to go. You can do whatever you want. But... why do you want the Ergonote sword?

The witch slams her mouth like she has won some place in my questioning.

"Oh? What... don't you know the true (...) power of that sword? Everything is foreseeable, sage and wise."

"What the hell are you talking about?

No way, the power of the hidden treasure sword... I mean, are you talking about the power of reincarnation? That's less than an ergonote, a secret spoken out among royalty.

"Sage Grecas, you must be from another world, right?

I didn't answer any abrupt visits. But it's not a mistake to come from another world.

One day now, three years ago...

I was searching for a book in the library in the school building (...) and suddenly I got lost in the labyrinth of the bookshelves. It was a library lined up with books written in strange letters as far as I could see - although I also feel it resembled the confined closed space of Metius, now I think. I was caught in a swirl of light like a spiral staircase at the end of that book labyrinth... and I realized I was standing here alone in a meadow area with a Titi Mondemot.

"You know that, don't you? On the outside of this' world '… another bigger' world '. It's a great world, isn't it?

The witch wants to be eaten again.

I finally understand that Alberina's behavior is this tireless exploratory spirit.

"I saw it, an iron carriage without magic, an incredibly large iron ship, and... also a karaki flying through the sky! Oh, on the contrary, we can go to the world of the stars... there's also the Tower of Fire! Sage Grecas, and I finally found out how to get there."

The witch turned her blood-running eyes in an excited way. It's no longer half sane. But...

"Go over there...... go?

Dogn, and his heart was starting to burst in the back of his body.

Over there means "the original world I was born and raised in".

You mean you can go back? Is there such a way...?

I fear being seen through my heart, pretending to lift my glasses and cover my face half with my palm.

The desert sun was hanging on the top of the sky, beginning to scorch the perimeter with jirries. I don't feel so hot because only this area is covered with magical grass in the desert that finally adds heat. Is it because there is no lighting back from the ground?

A glimmer of sweat fell.

I can't even go and talk to him any longer. Looking down, at the garden tip of the Sage's Hall, everyone drinks their spit and watches what happens to them.

But Alberina keeps talking without a problem.

"Yes, I want to go, to the other world! That's the ideal world...... because it's a wonderful world, with a civilization that's dreamy, even transcendent in magic!

There was a "something" light hidden in the black eyes that swept away as if they had been bonded to heat. I'm pretty sure her will is being interfered with (...) by someone.

"The ideal other world, huh?... If that's not a dream story, how did you know about it?

No way iron piles are a rocket imitation. Besides, Alberina's knowledge of the "different worlds" is vague, as if she had seen it through a "peephole" from this world.

"Oh... you did. Fine, I'll tell you. The power of this" ring, "one of the" Eight Treasures "borrowed from the doomed treasure trove of Israel," The Ring of Divergent Views "!

- "The Ring of Seeing the Other World"

Instantly, search magic (Gogol) began to display relevant information. It also includes content that has been examined before. A ring that pairs with Dougie Koon's Ring, the tragic princess who destroyed the kingdom of Israel's neighborhood hundreds of years ago, is the Ring of Different Kingdoms.

Legend has it that "I will continue to love you because I don't care about Doji" is a shadow of a king who turned away from reality and vowed his eternal love in the coming afterlife (...), that is, in the other world (...) - Omowi Koun Dharuha.

Love rampant all the way made the country disappear into the darkness of doomsday history, but the two rings that held strong thoughts slept securely in the treasure trove of old Israel.

It was good until the bandits led by Alberina stole the two rings - perhaps other magical objects (...) - but ironically they are falling into a mental confusion due to the power of the curse.

Well, it's a good pill for a grave vandalism bandit, but to save Spiano, you have to save the witch, too.

Spiano is a crappy curse in a sense of being a dodge, but Alberina has gradually been mentally eroded in exchange for "the power to see the other world," and is probably emerging in words and deeds as a rampage of emotions and desires.

With the two rings, it's possible to decurse (dispel) and finally come here to dress the two together.

If you destroy the glowing ring on Alberina's finger, Spiano's ring should also lose its effectiveness.

"And as you know, this is a cursed ring. The ring I gave to Spiano was meant to be a amulet for the measures against the brave (...)...... This was different. I did what I did. I stepped on a dodge. He's trying to control the spirit of the usurper by using magic as food..."

The witch Alberina let her face down in pain for the first time.

When you look at it, the ring fitted to your right hand emitted a disastrous light, and the magic thread (Magiwire) like the roots of the tree was gushing in.

"But the other world this guy shows us is so sweet and fascinating! I can't stop. Eventually, I'm so thirsty to go there..."

There is a mighty magical resistance of Alberina that keeps her critical sanity, but if the juxtapositional operators were to use this ring, they would devour her spirit in a day. But from the looks of a worn out witch, it seems unmistakable with a curse ring that is rampant the desire for a different world.

"... let me use my real name (Core) Sacred Mark (Stigma) Destruction Ceremony (Breaker)"

I walked quietly to Alberina. A brunette witch frowns on her shallow black skin.

"The Wizard's Killer?" But it's no use.... whoever knows my real name screwed it 250 years ago. I'm telling you, I won't break my mouth if I'm tortured. "

The "nameless (basi) saint (ove)", who fought in the port town of Popolato, had lost his true name (core) as his name implied, and for the wizard, he was an opponent whose special technique, the true name (core) Sacred Mark (stigma) Destruction Ceremony (breaker), could not pass.

Similarly, while the witch Schwartz Alberina hides her real name, no books or stone slab records exist. In other words, I don't know the "real name (core)" that wizards use when making contracts with demons and other gods.

However, there is another use for the true name (Core) Sacred Mark (Stigma) Destruction Ceremony (Breaker), which makes it possible to settle "End Life as a Wizard" apart from taking lives.

"No, not for you."

"What...?

"You have to destroy this one to de-curse the Spiano ring."

I unleashed the pseudo-slime created by the mucus magic (Sloudou) against the rings of Pichari and Alberina. From my right hand a blue slime munch stretched and tangled against the witch's body. There are countless pieces of ultra-fine magic thread (MagiWire) in this, sending magic directly into the ring.

"Ugh...! Sage...... Grecas......?

Slime wraps around the entire arm of Alberina while Alberina rounds her eyes to surprise.

This is a safety precaution in case the magic runs wild. I'm never torturing you with slime, but I noticed Faria staring half-eyed. Time and in some cases, Faria's axe will blow off the top of the Iron Giant we're standing on right now.

"- Forcing the true name of the magic that resides in the ring (Core), Omowi Koun Dharuha, to be lifted. True Name (Core) Sacred Mark (Stigma) Destructive Ceremony (Breaker)!"

When the light overflowed, the ring was crushed so easily. At the same time, magic fluctuations like black Moya splashed, but they seemed juicy quenched and held in well with slime walls.

I asked Faria to cut off the grass around the Alberina. The witch who is finally free is incredible, looking at her own fingers in the face and snapping.

"The curse... is broken? Even I couldn't figure this out..."

"The magical power of my true name is not equal to the power of my magic."

I finally turned my sage robe into a bastard to avoid the sunshine that was starting to get stronger.

As Alberina turned to the other side as she suddenly panicked, her disturbed dark hair snapped with her hands and turned around.

"I owe you... you seem to have done it, sage Grecas"

I don't care, but my expression was bright with no heart and my voice toned up. Until then it was the voice of a witch like a wrinkled old woman......

"Oh, huh? So... Suggestion, how about 'truce' often?

Alberina unexpectedly responded to my offer.

"Oh, okay!... because I'm out of magic, too. I can't do anything today or tomorrow."

For the first time a dark elf witch with a normal grin shrugged her shoulders small.

As always, the exposed bikini armor seems to be Alberina's hobby unrelated to the curse.

This is my first experience with a one-touch enemy and a temporary truce, but I think I've seen it a lot in cartoons and such. When I put myself in that position, it seems like something with an irresistible sense of tension and exhilaration.

Faria has also exposed her vigilance, but she seems to have decided from my condition that there is no danger.

and -.

A reaction appeared to the Sovereign Circle.

The number is roughly thirty. I didn't even have to check the tactical information display (tactics), and I saw a lot of people rushing over the dunes from here.

It is a cavernous building that penetrates the rock bedrock to be described as the "foundational part" where Vabilinia Catapult was originally built. Walla walnuts and black figures are popping out of the hole.

It was a group of assassins in black, the Grey Wolf Brigade (Odessara Gypse).

"Can you hear me, Lentomia! Looks like the enemy was still there. It could be self-immolation. Be careful."

'Yeah, I detected it, too. What shall we do? You can trample it down in the hall or burn it down with flames...'

When I called on the silver ring, Lentomia seemed to have sensed it too. Seems tough as ever, except for my buddies.

The assassins on their way, from what I've seen, are mostly pulling out their swords, and I don't see any sasori golems. Anyway, he's screaming and crossing the dunes and pushing toward the sage hall.

Beyond the dunes where the sand smoke could almost stand, so I heard voices. That's just a crude dummy voice and the voices of young men.

"It's a vendetta, you bastards. Oh! Keep going with me. Yeah!

"Ow! Ow!

"Spiano followed by your head. Yeah!

The bandits in black cross the dunes as they wave a glitzy sword up into their bloody eyes. Some of them have legs that roll off. Anyway, as enemies of our own leader, Alberina, we are going to attack the Sage Hall.

Of course, I can't help it with the magic of fantasy and the kingdom where I approached...

"In the meantime... let's get Spiano up front and convince him"

"Oh, I see."

- You don't have to fight anymore.

Continued