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

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"I want to prepare a lot for tomorrow. Never... don't peek"

It's not that I left a word like Tsuru and pulled it into the room that the living room dining room was kind of full of love whispers and uncomfortable... but I honestly cared about Lu and the others obsessed with talking about staying in front of the fireplace.

Lu and Spiano are getting more true density than before, and while they show their bareback like they're fighting sometimes, they're having a conversation with each other and laughing together.

That appearance had already disappeared from Lu when he was flowering into a barren conversation with me about "which is not hot".

I decided to watch in the distance while I remembered a little loneliness.

- But why doesn't Lulu's "hipster" wake up?

Is that because it has reached a "true love" frontier that transcends the desire of simple youth?

"... asshole"

I wasn't sure after all.

Plum and Hemperoza have finally fallen asleep, and Iola and Riola are back in their rooms to rest.

It was an ergonote that we had been discussing alcohol and grape juice together until just now, but when I said "get ready for tomorrow" and cut it up early, I went out of the hall and started looking up at the night sky.

That also seems to remind me of drunkenness while the wind blows at night beside me, but it seems to be the ritual required to charge (charge) Ergonote's Special Magic, Thunderstorm Magic (Liostan) classified as Magic Warrior (...).

Do you think the magic of electric shock emitted by mediating the dawn of the Thunder God (Sundagaard) is stored by an act similar to the prayer of "dialogue between the Spirit of the Stars and the Spirit of the Earth", Ergonote said?

My unsolicited interpretation, but I wonder if it stacks something like a potential difference between the sky and the surface (...) as an electric cartridge inside the sword beforehand.

Looking out the window, the clear sea of stars in the desert was spreading.

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I didn't feel like sleeping late at night.

Light a solo perfume oil lamp in the room and quietly assemble the procedure in the gap of the stacked book. I was ready for tomorrow's battle and ready as I could imagine.

Find out as much as possible about the literature on prehistoric magical civilizations that perished a thousand years ago with search magic (Gogol) to gather the true names (cores) of the architects who live in the Eight Treasures.

We know that the true name Sacred Mark Destruction Ceremony (Core Stigma Breaker) is probably the only way to counter the ancient ghost named the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) and Design Management Sage Conference (Architect).

Spiano's Dougie Koon ring was still the Queen's real name (Core), and Alberina's "Divergent View Ring" was his husband's name, so it could be destroyed.

We need their real names in advance to destroy the Eight Treasures that the architects are expected to encounter tomorrow.

But the number of kings and clerics found in the literature, and the names of wizards and wise men who had left their names on it, was well over 3,000.

- Unless you're also a fool to name your own name, is it hard to identify...?

You can try the True Name Sacred Mark Destruction Ceremony (Core Stigma Breaker) about 3,000 times on one treasure tool, but that would take too long.

Then... we have to change the very idea of tactics.

- Hmm. But... I've already come up with a plan.

I laughed alone in the dim room.

First, create an ultra-fast, processable "Core Search" procedure. This can be arranged in less than an hour. Encourage this from the beginning of the battle to be unnoticed against the "Eight Treasures" and analyze in detail the shape (...) of the true name Sacred Mark (Core Stigma), a testament to the magic contract.

The true name Sacred Mark (Core Stigma), incorporated as the "cryptographic key" at the core of the magic, is a kind of closed-system technique (black box) that encrypts the name of the surgeon himself as the key to the magic contract.

Unless you can see the inside and you know your true name (core), you can't destroy it, but you always react to external stimuli.

If we can create a pseudonymous saint mark (Core Stigma) with that vulnerability (...) and become a real name saint mark (Core Stigma)...

"I wish Lentomia was here at a time like this..."

Lentomia, who always plays gobbly in her room, is not here today either. Was it extra pleasant to reunite with Dr. Alberina (...) or inspired by the power of magic "I'll plant some magic that will help Greg and everyone else! He walked into the lab and didn't come out.

Wizards of half elves who are smart and keen to study magic can sometimes concentrate on knitting their rituals to produce amazing magic.

A lot of the magic I use in the first place is all Lentomia thought me through the prototype.

I'd really like you to think about tomorrow's magic trick with me, but you might want to think about it alone and keep it a secret today.

I just wanted to say that I'm really alone tonight... but I remembered that Metius was taking a longer break than usual in the gap between the books in the study.

I got a little worried without any sign of it still coming up.

I guess I've been using my magic powers for quite some time in the daytime Vabilinia Catapult strategy and I'm tired.

It is the magic I share that keeps Metius' body in this world as a fairy, but wearing it out endangers its very existence.

- Wasn't I a little too sweet for a little fairy here?

It should have been a considerable burden on Metius, a small body, to let him perform magical surrogates or entrust him with basic control of the hall on his journey over the past few days.

"Metius...... I'll try not to strain you tomorrow."

I gently laid my hands on the book that was on the bed of the fairy beside me.

Fairy Metius is a splendid one, originally a Methanostat princess, and my dear friend, the unmatched "Book Bug".

It conveys a hint of heartfelt admiration for me, and I feel well with the Plums because they are so unpopular and sloppy, and because of the innocence that delights me when I see something rare.

I really wanted to have a lot of conversation about "Keyhole" and Metius' role as a gatekeeper "sleeping in the land of Royal Methanostat Castle.

The Dark Elves, who have lived for nearly 300 years, and even the ghosts who stuck themselves in treasure tools a thousand years ago. Ergonote's treasure sword, and "The Keys of the World" -.

Alberina believes it's the key to the other world, and the Ghost Corps of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) and Design Management Sage Conference (Architect) says it's necessary to bring the world back into their own hands.

What does that do to us?

The little body fairy keeps the secrets of the world (Titi) that I've spent three years lost.

"Well fine, not yet... na"

Honestly, it wasn't much of an interest to me.

Even if that's something amazing that's going to make and change the world, or even if it's like opening the door to the original world, maybe I'll choose to live "now" here.

and -.

"Call. Greg, Greg"

"Manuferno?"

That was communication by the gold bracelet. Because Faria has also given Manuferno the same bracelet she used the other day with the screaming in the bathroom.

It's an important decoration, Manuferno said, but this is the first time I've ever made a call like this.

'Question. What color... are you wearing underwear?

"Ha......!?

Unexpectedly questionable form. You're wrong about me, but it's Manuferno who doesn't live up to expectations.

"Shape. Tell me the color and shape of your underwear... (Ha Ha Ha Ha)"

"Ha!? Oh, what the hell are you asking! Besides, it's an emergency bracelet."

Unexpectedly slap the wall with a dong.

The manuferno room is next door, so if it works, it sticks.

'Apologies. Just got a little stuck in name making (* cartoon plot)...... just wanted to talk. Couldn't you?

Apparently, he had trouble making peers and was just a little confused.

"No... not really."

'Relief. Then can I talk to you like this once in a while?

"Oh, yeah. Sure."

"Coverage. It's just a boy's ecology story."

"No, you don't have to make characters."

Unexpectedly, the two of us laugh buffooly.

If you think you can easily talk stupid like this with Manu, you won't have to restrict your use to something urgent.

"... creative activities are good, but get some sleep"

"Thank you. Thank you, but you get my bracelet right through too. Relieved. '

A little hoarse, voice.

"It's obvious."

"Tomorrow. I hope you're safe."

"Right. Guys...... No, it's okay. Worried for me...... thanks, Manu"

When I conveyed my feelings with the utmost words, the call broke with the signs of a small nod over there and the voice of Oyasmi.

Even a short conversation was delightful to me.

- Right. I hope everyone is safe by now tomorrow and in the middle of a banquet.

When I thought about it that way, I was determined to work on a new formula.

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The next morning...

"Okay, let's go, guys!

The Hall of Wise Men, the New (New)/Land Turtle (Gran Turtle), set out for Inclamd, the king's capital of Neo Isravia.

The faces of the Grey Wolf Brigade (Odessara Gypse), which drops off the museum moving out in the morning sun, had already dressed in black and switched hands to a waving spiano.

I haven't heard what they're going to do.

Maybe he'll stand before us again, and I don't know if he'll keep the truce.

One, Alberina, a pitch-black witch weaving a wizard's robe on a dune, stared at this one with an unreadable look.

Long dark hair is shaking in the wind.

- Alberina, how are you going to move?

In the garden of the Hall of Wise Men, which gradually increases its speed, I turned my gaze from the witch towards the direction of progress. In front of him lay the king's capital, Inclamed, which was sumptuous in the morning mist.

Continued