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

Me and Lentomia were walking slowly through the sandy dunes that lit up with the moonlight.

Slightly audible are the sounds of stepped sand and the noises of the Grey Wolf Brigade (Odessara Gypse) laughing and singing around the fire in the distance.

Looking back, three or four incendiaries were cooked around the blackening iron tower, and a few figures were seen feasting beside them.

"Sage's Hall" sits next to a dune so far away that soft lights leak out the window. Sometimes I hear a faint laugh that I could hear.

Until the other day, it was me who had a great time at dinner drumming my tongue at the "curry-flavored stewed meat dish" made by Riola and Manu, but left me to say "for a walk" and take Lentomia and get us both out.

There was no wind in the living room that cared so much about us getting out because we were surrounded by memorabilia about old Israel.

But when I felt my gaze on my neck muscle and looked back, Manuferno was glowing her glasses with a cupin 'hehe...' evil grin in her mouth.

I can imagine a lot about what they think by now, but there's nothing wrong with that.

The little half-elf walking next door also seems to be looking at the moon and his feet are at risk. I'll reach out and grab your arm and support you.

"Wow, thank you, Greg, you're beautiful moon."

"Oh. You look blue in the desert..."

There was a moon in the sky that shone a clear blue light as I walked up. The moon is a lot bigger than anything in the world I remember, and I feel the pattern is kind of different.

The burning hell of day is as cold as a lie on a desert night. And my warm body snapped.

"Greg, you're about to fall, so hold your hand properly."

"Huh? But you're magically in control..."

"I can't use Magnetics because of the moonlight!

"Huh...?

I've never heard such a story before... but Lentomia became so entwined with me that I couldn't help but think of a sinister face. Besides, I've been teasing thin fingers into the gap between my fingers, and this is the so-called lover connection.

Besides, I'm gonna put my head on my shoulder a little bit, so it's not hard to walk.

"It's kind of like being alone in the desert world."

The beautiful half-elf eyes illuminated by the moonlight had a deep and strange color that seemed to suck in unexpectedly.

"Right... that's you! If they see me like this, they'll misunderstand me."

"What? Nobody's watching you, and that's fine. This is usually friendship when you two see the moon on a romantic desert night, right?

While sighing at the lovely, tiny, pointy-mouthed half-elf, he decides to show off one end of his profound insight into the love affair he continues to study under as a wise man.

"Look, Lentomia. Friendship, it's safe to walk hand in hand, but when you tangle your fingers... they mean 'lover' over friendship? There, it seems to be an important line draw, so be careful!

Hmm. Me and I are always moving forward with our studies. By the way, I've walked around with manuferno and momentum fingers before, but it's Nisho who later calmed down and smother one.

"Greg and I are lovers......? Come on, I don't mind."

"You don't mind!? It's not an ergonote. What the hell is a half-elf..."

That's when Cupin! and looking back haphazardly at the feeling that someone was watching, three figures in a far-sighted hall window hid sassy.

... they're watching so much.

I said, "Run! He shouted," Pulling Lentomia's hand forcefully, he ran from the hall to the other side over the unseen ridge of the dunes.

I developed tactical intelligence displays (tactics) while breathing in the cold night breeze, and began to look for someone who was an enemy junction (circle).

"Damn, don't forget your original purpose, you want to see your teacher (...), right?

"Uh, yeah, I did."

Lentomia combs her hair with her fingers as she smiles lightly.

- Witch, Schwalt Alberina.

Expanding the exploration range of the Enemy Junction (Circle) to a radius of 500 Merte, the intended person was immediately found. He seemed to be alone in meditation on a dune that became one about 200 Merte further across the hall and the tower of Vabilinia.

Probably trying to restore the exhausted stock of magic.

No matter how much you're after Ergonote's treasure sword, it's nothing but suicide to keep fighting until you drain all your magic. Perhaps "The Ring of Divergent Views" worked on Alberina's consciousness to rampage him and set him up so......

Fortunately, there are no people around, and now we can engage Lentomia.

In the evening we had a conversation for a clue from Hemperoza's blood relatives, but Lentomia also really wanted to see her teacher and talk to her, waiting for the time to be alone.

We walked a little from there, and we finally got to the witch. There was a black figure standing at the top of the dune.

"Doctor!"

Slowly, the wizard of the High Dark Elf looked back at the signs of the half-elf rushing out.

The pitch-black hair blends into the dark night to obscure the black figure.

"... Lentomia?

"That's right! It's me... remember me?

"There was a wave of Circle Magic (Cycloa) coming out of the Sage's Hall, so I knew right away. You've grown up, how many years?

But the voice color was as gentle as when I spoke to Hemperoza. I was only a little wary, but I was worried.

"It's been five years! Me, I left that village a while after I couldn't see my teacher. And I met Ergonote and Greg, and... we've had a very long journey."

You've been so impressed. Lentomia jammed the words there. Alberina still listened to Lentomia, but eventually caressed her head quietly. After a while, they seemed to be talking memorabilia, exchanging words with each other.

I decided to wait a little further.

In the meantime, I also looked for the capital of Israel, which should be visible across the dunes. Metanostadt has brilliant lights and dazzlingly illuminates the night sky, but some small lights have been found in the shadows of the Neo-Isravian capital, Inclamed, dark and painfully architectural.

- Are you sure people live there?

The simple question raises. The people who were reproached and destroyed by the Demon King's Army, and who still survived, would have abandoned the ruined King's Capital and built a small village around them to live in. Some of them must be fleeing and living in some of the existing oasis cities, like Kanyan.

Why did you have to shake and threaten by iron pile cannons that seemed reckless, as it is true that Southout Yormusa was doing everything in his power as a famous man hoping to rebuild?

Is the will manipulated little by little with a cursed triangular mask that seems to be an item of curse as well as an alberina?

- No, it's not.

It's better to be "guided" than manipulated.

Saint Badjob, who was good at manipulating others, manipulated others with dominance and willingness by completely transferring.

But I guess neither the ring that was witched nor the ring that Spiano was wearing has that much power. If the curse that dwells in the ring can completely dominate the spirit, there should have been no hesitation whatsoever in destroying the Sage's Hall with a hotline cannon and any chance of taking the treasure sword. Because even the iron pile should be struck directly into the throne of the king's capital.

Isn't it a mistake in the first place in itself to think that "you don't want a serious killing" or "you're not seriously willing to go to war"?

I keep thinking in the desert all by myself. I was getting to an answer as to whether the light of the moon was accelerating my head rotation.

Alberina, who had craved the Ergonote's treasure sword - precisely the "ring of the otherworldly view" that had manipulated its will - and Southout Yormusa's "cursed surface" each had a different will (...), and each had taken action for a different (...) purpose (...)?

In other words, "The Ring of Divergent Views" captures Ergonote's treasure sword, and "The Curse Face" captures a place called Metanostadt itself.

But...

Each item of curse falls into the resistance of "host conscience" while completely unable to control the host (...), and both are failing as a result of a halfway operation called non-killing (...).

And apparently, the memorabilia of the reunion is over.

"- Lentomia, and Grecas the Wise"

Alberina called out to us with her big blue moon on her back with a tense voice.

"I've almost lost my magic. Regrettably, it will take a while to recover. Thanks to the fact that The Ring of the Other World was devouring more of my magic than I imagined, it seems to have drained me considerably."

Pay off the wizard's cloak with a disgusting face. It's called a bikini armor underneath.

"And if you're ready to know (...), can I tell you the 'truth' I know? Grecas."

Alberina looked like one who made sacred prophecies under the moonlight.

"I just want it. Which one of you... the truth and the others won't leave me alone?

To the sighing words, for Christ's sake, the brown-skinned witch smiled invincibly with a peek at her white teeth.

"Nice try, you current sage. Listen carefully. Their final destination is the Royal Castle of Metanostadt... the heritage of a prehistoric magical civilization sealed 1,000 years ago at the very depths of the castle - the world's" Keyhole. "

"Keyhole in the world...... what is that?

- - Search magic (google), search rejected.

Something cold ran down my spine. Only red and small errors appeared in the tactical information display (tactics).

"And...... The treasure sword held by the brave Ergonote is the key."

Gu, and the blood flow begins to flow so distorted that my vision is distorted all at once.

But Alberina goes on as if she enjoys watching me.

"The Royal Methanostat continued to protect the soul of the gatekeeper (Gatekeeper), who was reincarnated from generation to generation, by means of a special ritual. Looks like they were looking to take it or wipe it out, but they saved it... you, right? Sage Grecas."

"Gatekeeper... soul...? Oh no!?

I'm stunned, I drop my gaze into the sand.

- Metius!?

"Oh? You saved me without knowing, you're such a wise man. Ha-ha-ha. They're gonna get mad."

I laugh happily with my back of my hand against my mouth. I'm confused but I manage to pretend to be calm and ask.

"Wait, who are you talking about just now?

There was a frightening time, and the witch opened her heavy mouth.

"- Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) - Design Management Sage Conference (Architect)"

"Architect......?

I kept my gaze on the witch with the second "unsearchable" letter on my side.

Continued