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

A familiar dami voice sounded as the crystal sphere that was placed beside the table suddenly emitted light.

The magical convenience items that the Royal Palace Sorcerers at Metanostadt poured into their hearts and minds - crystal balls - used to be properly placed on the table, but they were thrown into the small storage area by the fireplace because they rolled and fell every time and were sucked into the Sage Gadget vacuum cleaner (Nolemba).

I can't deny the gradual clutter of treatment, except when used to communicate with the Royal Metanostadt Castle, and sometimes for the reason that the enemy, Southout Yormusa, suddenly interrupts and is wussy.

"Kirkaka! Dear wise men and gentlemen of your line... how are you feeling?

Beyond the crystal, I saw a big man wearing a black costume. A tongari cloth depicting a creepy "eye" appearance is covered from the suffoly head. Because I can't see the expression, but I keep wearing the cursed item "The Hundred Eyes Helmet," I get the impression that my voice is less tense and more tired than before without a heart.

After hearing a few similar greetings, Ergonote and I were fed up, but the opponent is the Head of State, even if he is the enemy. I took over politely, thanked him, and looked at him.

"You're in a good mood and nothing... don't be discouraged"

"Shit. Ergonote's an ex-prince, and you gotta deal with him right."

"Give me a break, Greg, with a guy like him at this late hour in the first place"

Me and Ergonote snapped together with Boso.

Apparently, Riola had asked me to wipe the plate. Iola stopped her hand for a moment and looked at the crystal sphere chillily, but she started wiping the next plate for her hand because she was not interested with the expression "Is this guy again".

Lu and Spiano reacted to the sound of things and said, "Nah...?" "Kew..." I rubbed my eyes with a small yawn, but I couldn't even open my eyes as they were, and the two of us lay down corny on the thick carpet that was laid on the floor to make my body whole.

They both look alike sleeping round their bodies, as if kittens and puppies are sleeping in front of the fireplace.

I took a seat to pick up the blanket that was round the little couch in the corner of the living room and put it over the two of us.

"Oops!?

Did you feel the unwelcome air, masked king Southout Yormusa raised the tone of his voice and put his face closer to the crystal sphere.

"Oh, uh, what can I do for you?

"Hey, you guys!? Don't ignore the rest! Look! As much as I silenced the Vabillinian Catapult... don't worry about it! Alberina, as much as I shot down a witch every time... this one who is king of the new world... still has his wife in the southerhood... ahhhhhhhhhhh!?

"Oh, hey?

"What the hell is wrong with you?

As Southout rose across the crystal sphere and peeled off the tongari cloth he was wearing on his head, which began to twist painfully, an earlier helmet appeared with a number of bright red eyes on the surface of the black metal.

'... how dare you... I won't forgive you, sage Grecas......! This world belongs to us!

Southout Yormusa's voice color was changing. A flicker from the nagging voice that strips away emotions in the heat and bitterness, spitting an unchallenged voice that sounds cold and from the bottom of the earth.

"That's the hundred-eyed... helmet!

"... it's embarrassing to just watch. A cursed object that I hear was sealed in an underground treasure trove in Israel? King Southout's own consciousness is being eroded..."

Ergonote stares across the crystal with a rugged look on his face. The sharpness and insight of the survey, which at first glance refers to its essence from its diversity, are the inherent flavors of the ergonote.

"Seems so. I've just heard from the witch about the curse, too, but the origin seems to be Ergo's hometown, the underground treasure trove in Israel, but does it look familiar?

"... you don't. I've never seen the real thing before either. But only one."

"What?

"When I was a kid, my father used to tell me that."

That said, Ergonote even soaked the poem.

- The great magical glow that was bringing light, power and prosperity disappeared.

the deep, deep, permanent (and permanently) bottom of darkness darker than black,

'Nothingness' emerges from the other side of the starch eating everything.

Great power degenerated, tore the earth apart, turned the forest into sand, and turned the sea into blood.

The fleeing men became salt alive, and the mourning of despair covered the world -

That was a terrible world-ending poem that had been passed down by mouth to Israel.

My search magic (Gogol) also responds to several words, picking up related images from within one book after another.

I was worried I was not dysfunctional because I explored a word that I couldn't look into with search magic, but it seems to be working fine for me.

- But 'hope' was left.

It is a holy sword forged with light and thunder, a sword of hope left behind, which again leads the earth, the sky and the world to a place overflowing with light, in the name of Rada Nata, the goddess who moves the gears of destiny -

"That's..."

Ergonote thrallied through the dawn of the Thunder God (Sundagaard), a treasure sword he had worn without letting go of his skin.

The sword of pure iron (...) wrapped around the thunderlight sparkled a silver-like brilliance, blowing in an instant the signs of darkness that was standing in the living room.

"What the hell!?

"Lu cat......?

Buh! and the cat-eared swordsman, who kicked the blanket and literally jumped, seemed to have reacted to the 'sword chi' emitted by Ergonote's sword. Spiano also asks around something as he rubs his eyes in surprise at the signs.

Lu's colored eyes turned back to a crystal sphere that emitted disastrous signs when he grabbed the love knife beside him with such sharp light that he did not think he had ever slept.

I was surprised at the ergonote that Iola pulled out her sword and ran over to me. Keep a plate in your hand while you're in an apron.

"Guru! Yes, what the hell!?

"Shit, stay behind me"

"Ugh, yeah."

"In the age of mythology," The Hope Left Behind "was sung at the end of a poem of despair! That's the dawn of this treasure sword, Thunder God! It is this sword that Danish the Demon King greeted and that Alberina the Witch was after… it is the 'key' of the world."

With his usual spare smile on his stern face, he closes one eye properly.

"Hey, E, ergonote!? Did you know about the keys?

"I don't know. Feel the truth. I'm the man chosen for this sword!

"Ha... ha!

I have a powerless laugh and curse my stupidity and bluntness.

Searching for just one word I panic and get upset just because I can't pick up magic (Gogol), I'm disqualified as a sage.

I really overlooked the simplest thing.

- Make it a legitimate prince of Israel, Ergonote Rical, a brave (...).

This man, who always makes room in our hearts, is the one who made the world a savior and knows everything. the simple fact that.

"... ahhh!? That's it! Give it to me, give me that sword here...! That's what only the Design Management Sage Conference (Architect) should have! Only God has forgiven us, the righteous... '

Gyorori! And the red eyes that seemed like literature stared at this one at the same time. It was so cursed that it could be seen through the crystal sphere.

"Shut up! Don't fool God, I've cursed myself... a ghost!

Ergonote pointed his sword tip at the crystal sphere with a resounding voice.

"- Gu, Gu Ga...!?

It was just that I could see the dark signs of the "Hundred Eyes Helmet" across the crystal sphere blowing behind me. The eyeballs, wrapped like living eyeballs, turn into the original text, and the body of Southout Yormusa curls and falls to the throne.

"Oh, my... oh my! You...! Ha! Ha!... and... give me... the eagle. '

"Southout Yormooza!?

"but... yes, I can't hold it down anymore... I can't take it, of this curse... the side"

The willingness of the marginal remaining southers was once again emerging on the table.

"O king! Take it off!

"I can't... please... kill me. Here... is already... resurrected"

Southout's voice distorts in agony. Once again, the eyes of the "Hundred Eyes Helmet" stared in pieces at Gyoro-gyoro and on all sides, and again the king's consciousness was swallowed.

"O... a terrible sword, even separating crystal spheres, shakes my (...) existence (...)...!

and then.

Another voice echoed across the crystal sphere one after the other.

"Still can't rule? What are you doing with a human personality?

'Huh...... If it bears the name of an architect, we can't rule in a day, albeit new flesh, and I wonder what we'll do?

"Mr. and Mrs. Dougie (...) were wiped out, sir... too hasty, sir"

"I haven't been on the ground in a thousand years......! Exciting!

The crystal sphere begins to reflect the hall from where it could have been a little bit.

It was dark and invisible to the details that were lined up there, but a half-beast man with huge horns, a small figure carrying something like a drill, a presence that was clearly not human, and a blonde woman like a cleric, and a dragon-like girl -.

Including Southout, six.

"Oh, you guys......!?

Suddenly, the wind at night rocked the windows of the hall.

It's the sound of the wind that sounds like a ground beep from afar, Gogo...

Neither Lulu, nor Spiano, nor Iola, who was on the spot, were able to dwell on the force of it.

"You're the sage Grecas? And that's the brave Ergonote, isn't it? Oh, nice to meet you, isn't it? We are what truly unites this world. Thousand Years of Empire (Southern Pedia), Design Management Sage Conference (Architect), I wonder?

A blonde blue-eyed woman standing beside Southout, like a cleric, spoke to us on this side of the crystal.

There were six people there, including Southout Yormusa. This means those who have worn the remaining six cursed items of The Cursed Eight Treasures.

I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Heroes of Methanostat. "

Southout Yormuza said in a heavy and cold voice as he sat deeply on the throne again.

Continued