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

"I'll stop this now, ssss!

A group of assassins in black who had arrived around the Sage's Hall were surprised and surprised to see the dog ear girl of a former companion who had suddenly appeared, and eventually lay down his sword when he looked at him.

Thanks also to Spiano, who began desperately to persuade me, the presence of the chief (...) Alberina, who, side by side with me, issued the decree of the "temporary truce", was significant.

He gave me his sword for seeing a safe girl and a witch as his head.

Thus a temporary ceasefire was established for the Grey Wolf Brigade (Odessara Gypse).

"Sister......, Oras...... Spianos"

Spiano approaching the dreaded witch, but seemed worried.

"Spiano! From my fellow sages, they seemed to be doing better..."

"... YES!

The witch embraced the dog-eared girl jumping on the alberina who followed her to the "sweet sister" as merciful.

"Ha, I was wondering if you were eaten by slime exactly?

The witch turns a mean glance at me.

I accidentally look like "ah......" Because I did send him a picture of Spiano being attacked by a slime and the white bones of a rabbit demon rolling in the garden to the footage I sent him across the rat aftermath.

Could it have been half the work, half the hatred (...) that assassin groups attacked with all their might...?

- Ma, well, it's past. Yeah.

"Sister, O, I thought you forgot about Ola..."

"Will you forget? I'd love to...... I'm pretty sure my consciousness was flying a little because of the cursed ring too. But it's ironic that a wise man who challenged the battle would save his life."

"Sage ss......! I knew Sage Sz was a great guy!

Spiano let his eyes shine and bowed his head to me again and again.

The witch smiled small and took Spiano to the bandits.

Spiano seems happy to be reunited, screwed up by a big man with a body that looks like his brother's share and other faces. It feels like a bandit, a local youth group, and laughter sometimes occurs.

I guess their employer is only Neo-Isravian head of state, Zawzaut Yormuza, but I just hope it doesn't turn out to be a slaughter stream because it seems to be a clean (rabbit) temperament in a sense: "no more work than the money received".

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"Sage ss! The ring is... shattered!

Spiano rushed over after a while. He's tears in his blue, clear eyes as he shows me his fingertips.

The ring that kept unleashing the horrible curse of becoming a Dozi daughter apparently collapsed automatically after destroying the one crack Alberina had: "The Ring of Divergent Views".

"Uhm. I don't need to worry anymore. You don't have to take a bath of slime to get back to your dodgy daughter."

"Again, thank you, sss!

When I lowered my head with a dust, my dog's ears drooped with me. Lu also has a horny face next door.

"Good for you! Now you don't have to take care of the awkward anymore."

"...... Lu cat. Beh, nothing to take care of Ora... can you look at it for me?

"What? If that's what a spi dog is..."

"... I'm glad you saw it, sss"

Spiano looks up to Lu with a little uplift, as if we were lying when we were together.

Lu, who is usually supposed to wave his hips and attack him, also smiles refreshingly on his crisp face today and gently twists the cheeks of a dog-eared girl.

"You got it. In the meantime...... we are working out together!

"Wanderlust!

- Oh... come on...

Right in front of me with a glittering smile, the two of them smile, a pepper and a bowl of grace.

Turning back their heels, they dashed abruptly and ran up to the top of the dune.

He jumped a little at the top and looked around and said something, but eventually Spiano said, "Wow!" and out of balance. Lu said, "Holy shit!" Though I took the dog ear girl's hand, it kept gobbling up to the other side of the dune.

At that rate, we could be hugging each other as we roll down the dunes.

"Liar...... right?

I remember a mild headache in the sweet youth pattern played out right in front of me, while I manage to regain my mind with my uneven glasses.

Somehow, we should have won the battle, but it's a strange sense of defeat.

It wasn't just Lu and Spiano, but each of the other faces was getting into a break.

Faria, who backed me up to the end, still doesn't seem willing to break her guard against witches and bandits. He has a sharp gaze in the shaded hall garage.

On the side is Grandpa Vermillas, a local representative wizard, and Milica giving way, but chatting with Plum and Hemperoza.

Iola and Riola told me to go into the hall and see what was going on inside, but the effect of Morphological Maintenance Magic (Sonomarma) has expired so much that things may have dropped somewhat.

Lentomia should have admired the witch Alberina by referring to her as a magic teacher, but for some reason she went into the hall in the light. Apparently, he doesn't want to show scenes of reunions in front of a large crowd.

I'll have to plant it so I can sneak you in later.

"I'd like to get some rest, too."

"Rest. You're annoying, Gugre."

And, at a sigh of breath, the manu offered the fruit of the coconut palm in good time. I drink sports drink-flavored fruit juice (juice), but I am glad to note that the hole has already been drilled and straw has been applied. By the way, a straw like this here is a real "wheat stem".

"Thanks Manu! Pup...... I'll be back."

"Relief. We did pretty good this time."

Stick, and poke your finger at your stomach, so you have to turn around unexpectedly.

I think the way Manu communicates is as clumsy as I am.

"Not since the Demon King crusade, huh? I've fought all at once to move on."

Manu said yes, smiling small and tender gaze at Plum and the other members. Anyway, I was heartbroken that everyone was safe enough to get here.

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"Nevertheless, Greg, I didn't know you were going to make peace with that witch. What the hell kind of magic did you use?

Ergonote, who came beside me, gave Alberina, a witch who was "meeting" with her men in a very remote position, with her chin.

"I didn't do much." The reason the wolf was rampaging was the lizard that stabbed him in the back of his leg. "I just pulled that beard out."

"Hmm? I see. Well, truce for a while, that's why."

"I hope so."

The red-haired ex-prince, burning on his shallow black skin, turned his gaze to a group of black clothes that were seated right beside the sage's hall and to a brunette witch who was talking about something in its center.

Alberina, whose poisonousness has changed the atmosphere to gallery, is smiling in front of a group of assassins in black.

High Dark Elves are such a precious species that we no longer know how many people there are in the world, but we are once again amazed by the fact that we are directing the bandits in good health here.

Even if the purpose was to "break the treasure trove in Israel," the witch is now seriously doing the head of the bandits.

"But... it's no different that she's a wolf."

I turned my gaze to the dark haired High Dark Elf.

"Okay, Greg. I'm not going to let you down."

"That's what I'm talking about"

So far, he backed me down because I made a loan called "Uncurse," but it doesn't make a difference that I crave the Ergonote treasure sword.

Plus, the reason the witch moves around so actively was also clear.

- I want to go to another world. to another world that would be better than here.

Even if half-consciousness was rampant with the power of the curse ring, it would not have made the desire for the other world disappear.

- But what is the "other power" hidden in Ergonote's sword?

Even search magic (Gogol) could not reach the answer, and Alberina had nothing to say after all.

All I could hear was chatter.

Not long ago, I had a chance to exchange a few words with a witch. According to that, apparently, Alberina has been turning the job around in a ten-year cycle or so.

He said he worked as a magician with a royal palace for 20 years, tried a prayer monk deep in the temple for 10 years, and about 150 years ago, he made his companions on a journey to exorcise the demon dragon that shook the world.

Sometimes he has tried to be a concubine of nobility, go around the world as a bard, and from a human point of view anyway, he has devoted his spare time to "living" with all his might.

"It doesn't last very long."

And I laughed bitterly, but if I'd done the same thing for ten years, I'd be alone, and I'd feel enough.

All in all, you think you've been vandalizing ruins and valuable historical sites as the head of the Desert Bandits for the last ten years or so?

If he had mighty magic, it would seem good to fight him as an ally of mankind in the Demon King's War, but his interest had already shifted to collecting "magical treasures".

All in all, I envy the incredibly long life, but will I gradually get tired of living and end up withering out hope and dreams? That's why I feel like I want "another world" somewhere that's not here.

Besides...

- Didn't I think the same thing before I got here?

"Damn, that's a distracting story..."

"Do you feel sorry for me? Then let the wise or the brave boy go, okay?

"Say no!"

While returning it to a half-gillet mood, I'll also look into the ecological cycle of the High Dark Elf in search magic (Gögor). Apparently, in a ten-year cycle, the estrus period arrives to make the child money.

I don't feel horrible and effective about how many children I've raised so far, but in this world where the encounter between High Elves is no longer desperate, there must have been a lot of bonding with humans.

If so, do you know anything about Hemperoza, who was raw as a dark elf quota? Whoever it is will be happy to find someone with blood ties to Hemperoza...

Continued