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

The Sage's Hall slowly broke its knee and began its transition to a parking position.

I look from the side at the base of the building (...) sinking into the ground without a sound.

"Um, you've never seen it from this angle"

"That's right, sage Grecas"

Looking directly from the side, I saw a strange sight of a pompous black hole in the cobblestone ground with blue and white light and the lower half of the rock mass supporting the sage's hall disappearing there......

Apparently the detailed principle can be explained by the magical phenomenon of "spatial jumping of constituent particles by isolated junctions," except for Lentomia, which just twists his neck when asked, so I'll keep it inside.

"Relative speed, minus 3 cm merte sec, 10, 9, 8… check base, bottom of attachment"

When Metius told him so in a beautiful voice, he pushed the small tactical information display (tactics) for himself to the side with his hand and jumped up in front of me.

"Thank you, Metius. I'll take care of the rest of the maintenance."

"Well? I'm still fine. We're here to help, sage Grecas."

Put your hands behind your back, Nico, and I'll be sweet again with the fairy tilting my little neck in my face.

"... hmm. Then can I ask you a favor, Metius?"

"I'll take care of it!

"Thank you."

Metius' support is appreciated now that the magic has not fully recovered. Metius maintains his appearance and energy as a fairy while getting magic from Lentomia to accommodate him.

Having completed the transition to the garrison, the Sage's Hall needed to have all its parts inspected by now. Because the slime that was shaping the hand and foot (...) of the museum must also rest.

I left it to Iola to maneuver the hall (Manuva), but now that the battle is over, it's open to cramped slime maneuvers.

Turning his gaze, Iola and Riola were walking side by side holding a water bucket. She was about to go get some water and come back, her chestnut hair shining in the sun.

He's a normal, friendly brother and sister, like anywhere else.

But the look on Iola's face was somewhere.

Riola notices me and smiles, but Iola gets upset.

My sister (Riola) 's fighting power to punch and crack crystals is as reliable as a "maid leader" who divides the life of the hall in general. But for Iola, her sister, who doesn't say she wants to protect her, will have a "talent that cannot be crossed by effort alone" that is better than herself.

He's always a healthy Iola, but maybe he's starting to feel the difference that started to occur.

The sword's skill has certainly improved, but it still doesn't extend to Lu.

It's not like I can use magic.

And in the fight, my sister has a minute.

- I hope I don't lose confidence...

But it's rarer and more special to have talents and abilities in the first place.

There can't be anything convenient about being strongest from the start.

No matter how hard you try, it's natural that you can't be strong.

Neither did I.

No exercise, no study there. He sat in the corner of the library trying to escape from the classroom of a school building with a dazzling smile and laughter, unable to do anything, and read books all the time.

The fact that I happen to be lost in this world allows me to use magic, and I even tried to do it, and it just came to this after a combination trial and error.

I know exactly how Iola feels about it in that sense.

"Iola......"

However, looking back at the actual data from yesterday to today, it turns out that Iola has a higher rate of tracing of movement than when I let Riola handle it.

In other words, it moves the museum like its own hands and feet, and Iola has a good physical compatibility with slime (...).

Isn't this something, a single scale of talent (...)?

Most importantly, in order to find out more, I have to get it in a barrel of slime and try everything...

I noticed I was sending Iola a hot gaze.

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The gardens of the green grass and the cobblestones surrounding the oasis reached the same height, so everyone waiting around could walk back to the hall.

"Greg, I'm annoyed..."

Lentomia walked in a laid back manner. My elf ears are dripping.

"You're tired, Lentomia. Rest in your room."

"Yeah, I will.... I'll wait, come back later."

Smiling with a pretty face like a girl, she snaps her young grassy hair up to her ears with her fingertips.

"No, I have something to do..."

Even though I'm off, I'm not as free as the two of us playing games in the room.

"Bu...... But don't worry, I'm expanding the circle."

Lentomia's unfolding Enemy Circle is shared with my tactical intelligence display (tactics) through a silver ring.

The Sovereign's alert level drops slightly, allowing him to operate in a mode that detects only the presence of dangerous enemies, and appears to be saving magic.

"Well, that'll help."

"Eh heh. Well... come to your room for a little while, what do you want me to do to accommodate magic?

"Oh, no, yeah, well, I'm fine... ha"

Me and Lentomia have the same urgent need to restore some magic.

As Manu and I did, Lentomia and I can also accommodate (...) some magic. However, that would involve holding hands or making direct contact with the skin...

I coughed up with a cohon to hide my blushing face, and I twitched my heels back so everyone could hear me.

"Guys, let's get some rest until evening. Just for a few hours... just relax."

When I told him that in a calm voice, he gave everyone a relieved look of relief.

Iola and Riola, who came drawing water, Plum and Hemperoza, who were sitting in the shade and chatting, and Faria, who was sitting on the bench at the end of the garden, also said, "Ooh!," he responded with his hands up.

"I want to go to the palace first to make sure my father is safe," Milica and Old Vermillas said, heading to the palace one step ahead.

Even though you destroyed the eight treasures that were manipulating Southout Yormusa, there is also the possibility that another enemy lurks in the palace. It is also possible that there is a nesting of ministers who recruit hatred for Metanostadt and forces who do not feel comfortable with ergonotes who have a legitimate right to inherit the throne.

After telling Milica and Old Vermillas to be careful, it became a frequent farewell.

"Mr. Riola, excuse me!

It was impressive that Milica left correctly and deeply grateful for the fold.

- Anyway, that looks peaceful for a while.

I'm gonna pull out a little shoulder strength, too, and I'm gonna take off my sage robe, and I'm gonna, uh-huh! and back stretching.

"Rest. Everyone can rest."

Manuferno approached me with Nico's face.

"Oh, there's no injuries, and Manu needs to rest."

"Affinity. I want to play with Greg too"

"Huh?"

All of a sudden, I usually return strange things to Manu.

"Consolation. I was with Mr. Faria earlier... like, the"

"... no consolation, nothing, they were just strangled, right?

Earlier, Faria's arm ate into her neck and her consciousness really seemed to fly. Pinched by soft breasts and all-powerful, confused and painful ones......

"The strangle. Wah, so am I!

Manu to try to strangle the cum.

"No, even if they say so... I mean, that's not a game of deepening rapport"

I laughed and laughed, but I tried to imagine a scene where you and I would hang out in a manual.

The only thing that comes to mind is the image of a training ground, a situation where you can strangle yourself by a manuferno...

"Manuscript. I'll write in my room for a while and calm my mind..."

Manu was satisfied when he finished saying it. When he glowed his round glasses, he walked into the hall.

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"Greg, why is it evening to go to the palace?

Ergonote asked with his hips down in the shade of the tree. He's looking up at my face as I unfasten my armor.

"Rest for all and maintenance of the hall...... and"

"Preparing for the peace negotiations I promised the King, is that it?

I nodded quietly at Ergonote, who said in a soft voice.

"Crystal communication with Metanostadt Royal Castle has been out of communication (...) since this morning (...). I was unluckily sucked into the ground by a sage's convenience tool (gadget)..."

I shrugged my shoulders and said in such a voice that I could only hear the ergonote.

"... I see"

Ha. And a little laughing ergonote.

The bloodthirsty brave man of the rightful king of this country turned into a serious face, and when he stretched his power between his eyebrows, his red copper-colored eyes shined a strong light.

I mean...

The kingdom does not know the fact that we were in a heavy battle with the Southern Pedia Architects. I didn't let you know, it's more accurate to say, but by blocking the information, I was holding the kingdom back.

"In the evening the provisional monarch of Neo Isravia... should be ready (...) for Southout Yormusa"

"I mean... is that what we do as goodwill ambassadors?"

"That's what I'm talking about"

When the ergonote removed his breast patch, he placed it in a gutter on the side.

"But... I'm not convinced that the reason I was typing the iron pile into Metanostadt was because the monarch was confused by the curse."

And I'll take the word for it.

"The crusaders gathered by Metanostadt were 20,000. It would be too much to burn this exhausted country down."

"- Nah!"

Ergonote was stunned. And when I took a deep sigh, I looked at the white streets, reflecting the sun.

"We will see and persuade and reconcile with the king of this country in front of the crystal sphere. That's the only way to stop the march."

I took off my glasses, put them on the edge of my clothes, polished them and then called them back.

"... that Metanostadt will prepare a compelling enough reason (...) to hold the crusader's spearhead? Something... you got a plan? Sage (...) Grecas"

"Well. Also, we might need a lot of help from everyone."

"Greg, if there's anything I can do, tell me! I... I want to save this country, my homeland, the people who have lived so far alive! Without saving people... I can't believe you're a brave man..."

When Ergonote stood up, he revealed his fierce emotions, not until then.

I smile nicely and tell Ergonote to whisper.

"Nationals of the Kingdom of Methanostat and Neo Isravia...... We're gonna hit both of them with one play."

Continued