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

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Vabilinia Catapult, a strategic weapon of terror that had struck the iron pile towards Metanostadt, is now silent and looks like a ruin of decaying antiquity.

White petals danced as the wind gushed over the tower covered in green crawling grass.

Carried by desert winds, it pours a hint on one side of the area as if it were snow.

Even a group of the Grey Wolf Brigade (Odessara Gypsies), who were discussing how to shake themselves in the shadow of the tower, looked unexpectedly at the sight.

"Ooh......!?

"Isn't this... a flower of legacy, that the desert was blooming when it was once a green earth?

"It's a miracle flower...!

All the assassins in black say to themselves, reaching out to heaven and trying to catch the petals.

Hemperoza's spreading magic (Shrub Garden) was blooming with poor flowers, but by the time the sun was largely tilted, it began to scatter, and later it was seen that the large fruits of the palm were beginning to bear fruit. Eventually, when ripe, they will scatter seeds and sprout new buds again.

The cycle of pseudoplants produced by the spreading magic (Shrub Garden) is usually limited once or twice, and the rest ceases to bud. However, accelerating compression with Lentomia's Circular Magic (Cycloa) may be causing some mutation. The grass now has a longer life span and remains covered with all three sand dunes.

- If the crawling grass withers with the sand pressed in like this, can we really someday return the Kansas Desert to the green earth?

If you put magical power into the change of water on the fruitful seeds, the seeds of Sprinkling Magic (Shrub Garden) will grow so widely and vigorously that they cover the dunes in less than a minute.

The grass that covered the dunes holds the sand back from flying, reducing the evaporation of the moisture contained beneath the ground. Even if it withers, if the real plants eventually sprout from that gap, the sand gradually turns into a meadow.

- It may be a task spanning several generations... but it could be their hope.

"Beautiful. Nice magic to the end, Hempero."

"Hey, thanks, Sister Manu. I can see your heart! Because magic is a mirror that photographs that person, huh?

And Hemperoza, who looks at me.

"... sorry about that, with the adhesive"

"Oh, you didn't say that?

Hemperoza frowned like he was in terrible trouble, sending a gaze to Manuferno, who was lying there, to ask for help.

"Humble. Greg is a wizard who knows and depends on everything. Hempero just said"

I regretted that Manu told me, "Shit..."

That's a bit of a shuddering face, but if you're not used to being praised by humans, you get sarcasm or bad mouth.

"... sorry. Hempero, that's not what I meant."

I apologized to the little girl. I didn't mean to hurt you with a very unpopular word......

"I don't care if I'm supposed to say something bad to a wise man."

Hemperoza rocks my sleeve with her little hand, so I shook her hand gently and she shook it back.

"Hempero......"

"There are wise men in the eagle..."

About half an hour ago...

I had Alberina, the witch, hooking up with Hemperoza.

Before Hemperoza was reincarnated, because I thought that if there should have been parents who gave birth to me more than I had lived seventeen years as a demon cleric and a witch who lived long enough, I would know any clues.

And just in case, or even a hundred million, isn't Alberina the parent? And I was thinking in the corner of my head is honest now if I think about it.

Above all, Hempero himself expected, and even though he met as an enemy, he knew his older sister (...) in the same dark elf, and Spiano was the one he admired and even Lentomia was a teacher. Expectations also increase due to the breadth of its connections.

Alberina's dark hair, black eyes, and light brown skin are very similar to Hemperoza, and the spreading magic (Shrub Garden) and the spreading rose tying curse (Rosa Climb) are the magic of the same lineage.

"I'm looking for this kid's blood relatives..."

But the answer I returned was discouraging.

"I'm sorry, Jean. I haven't had a baby in the last 50 years or so. Besides, you don't look familiar..."

"Oh well..."

"Don't feel bad for me"

I eat down a little for the depressing Hemperosa.

"But is there any chance that the child you gave birth to 50 years ago will be even more?"

"... but you wouldn't have a way to prove it, would you?

Alberina waved in agony.

If he had lived for nearly 300 years and had had many children, the number of his descendants would be enormous. I'm in this world. I even suspect that all Dark Elf blood isn't the source of all the witches in front of me.

"Wouldn't someone like you be able to tell about your blood relatives with magic fluctuations? Sage (...) Grecas"

I had nothing to say against the words of a witch who said it without looking at me.

Certainly the magical fluctuations between the witch Alberina and Hemperoza in front of her were not similar. It's an outfit that has confirmed decisive evidence on its own.

A dark elf quota means that a half-elf was born as a result of a human bond. The girl grew up and became a demon cleric, playing a big stand against the world under the Demon King, and finally "reincarnated" with the power of Ergonote's treasure sword. Perhaps I should say a "reconstituted" strange being completely unrelated to blood, even from the fact that he suddenly appeared before us at the age of ten.

Of course, I didn't tell the witch who wants the Ergonote sword that this girl was "reincarnated with that power".

- When it comes to looking for blood ties, I certainly don't have a clue. That's why I'm here.

"Sorry Hemperoza, I made you expect..."

"Fine. Instead... let the wise take some responsibility!

"You're responsible..."

The first half seemed powerless, but the second half was back to its usual condition.

But Alberina accidentally stopped us from leaving.

"Wait, give it to me. No... was it Hempe Rosa?

"That's right."

Rub your eyes as you turn around quietly.

"The Rose of Hope (Rosa), or is that a good name?"

I'm confused. That was the sound of ancient elf language. The witch quietly narrows her eyes and turns a gentle look at the brunette girl.

It is older, more primitive, and stronger magic in this world to 'name' things and events.

Perhaps Hemperoza's namesake also made a strong wish.

"I'm the oldest and strongest spirit in my favorite magic." Rosa. "

"…………"

"I'm sure your named parents felt the same way."

So the witch stretched the roses out of her fingertips to show them. It's a crawling rose-bound curse (Rosa Climb) that tormented Ergonote.

The dense deep red roses of petals resembling the Old Rose had an aromatic aroma, although only one round seemed to bloom because of the exhaustion of magic.

"I can do the same!

"Oh, my proud golem is now a flowerbed (...), it's a big deal"

He looks up at the iron tower buried in the crawling grass like a scratch, and turns his gentle grin to Hemperoza.

The witch offers a round of roses that she has created. Hemperoza received it quietly as she blinked her eyes like black crystals.

"Dark elves are strong. Nobody loses anything."

The witch's hand gently strokes Hemperoza's head.

"Heh..."

"Go. Live strong, Hemperoza."

"... you know!

When he shows his ni and white teeth and flips his dark hair, he rushes out energetically to those with plums. I nodded silently and small at the witch and slowly walked out.

Continued