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

As Ergonote and I were having a conversation about our upcoming operation, Riola approached me.

Sage, the city will be here.

"Hmm?"

Chestnut hair's sister quietly pointed toward the city.

But I'm not pointing in that direction, and my eyes go to Riola's fingertips.

Beautifully polished nails are slightly cherry blossom coloured to make you feel like an old girl. The arms are also incredibly thin and slightly impressed by Russia for smashing the crystal pillars with one blow.

And, my fingertips were caught behind my waist softly.

"The tip of the claw is a little cracked... I'm embarrassed"

I noticed my gaze and hid my fingertips, but it seemed purely illuminated, not another angry breeze.

I guess it hurt the boulders even though they wore "iron fists (knuckles)".

"Right. Looks like you made it impossible. Somewhere else it hurts."

"Nails! I shouldn't do that. Let me see."

Pushing me away for a long time, Ergonote reaches out, but Riola takes a quick step back and the devil's hand of the brave (?) escape.

"It's a brave man."

Zero grin as you gently shake the hem (soaking) of your clothes and hair.

What Riola is wearing is a light, watery plain suit, one-piece style. The rarity and "lovely twin brothers and sisters" in the oasis city of Kanyan blur reminds me of the fact that I get a lot of attention from people on the road.

It's usual for Ergonote to want to hold the girl's hand, but Riola seems to be getting away well.

On the other hand, my brother Iola is sometimes a man to man, and I feel cautious and gripped all over.

The other day, temporarily after dinner, Iola was working out her sword at the garden tip, but "If you're going to wave that, here's your hand," Ergonote held her hand so she could hold it from behind and put her hand on her hips. That too... now that I think about it, I don't think I need it.

"At all, Ergo weighs himself a little..."

"Nooo? Don't you know my thirst (...) for an all-you-can-hold Pram or Hempero hand, Greg?

"I don't know!

Sage (me) and brave (ergonote) gaze at each other, but the cause is really crap.

Ergonote remains the same even though there is going to be important inter-state (...) negotiations.

- Well, I feel safe as a leader about my pace at all times.

While I sighed, I ran my eyes on tactical information display (tactics).

A fictional window (window) displaying information captured by the Enemy Boundary (circle) showed several white dots indicating the city's inhabitants.

He didn't notice because it was set to not notify anyone but dangerous enemies.

When I look at it, two white dots are approaching. Is it the district representative?

"Should I pick you up?

As for Riola, who separates the general chores and maid positions of the museum, the customer seemed to want to welcome her.

"No...... Let's see how it goes first."

"Yes."

"Maybe the people of the city have errands in Ergonaut"

I have the arm of the Prince of Israel (...).

"Not yet... I don't have a face to match everyone in this country."

The ergonote has a sunken atmosphere somewhere. Riola, was it to delude these feelings of anxiety that you showed them away?

"Hold on, Ergonote. You just said that you wanted to save everyone in this country, that you couldn't save them and that you were brave."

Totally, I thought it was my pace, and there's a naïve side to it, like me. I kind of feel like I'm just doing mental health today.

I would ask Metius to do this, but the freakishly baked fairy, who calls herself a variety of "advisors," fell asleep in the book that she kept in the living room when she finished maintaining the building. I'm in the middle of nourishing magic in dormant mode now.

"If I can... Ex of this country, not as a prince (...), but as a 'brave man'... defeating bad enemies and bringing peace with it... I just want to congratulate you and leave."

"Ergonote......"

Ergo apparently felt responsible for the current situation in this country. I have no choice but to be pursued with stone as a prince who deserted the country and fled only one of his own...... I guess that's how you think.

The backs wrapped around the plainclothes of the people of the desert were like blame waiting for the words of curse to be uttered by the approaching shadow.

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From the edge, the Sage's Hall would fit perfectly on the ground beside the water field and look like it was "built there from the beginning" too.

The inhabitants of the surrounding area feared surprise at the neglected "Hall of Wise Men," and no one tried to approach them.

There are hands and feet growing in the house and walking, just because there are people who lose their hips is the end, so naturally.

Seeing an intense battle between us and the architects that began after that, I guess there was nothing better than hiding in the building with surprise and fear and waiting for the storm to pass.

The battle, fought under a dark cloud that suddenly burst into the desert sky, became fierce.

A shock wave enough to destroy the walls of the house, to the eerily sounding Southern Pedia Architect's high laughter and the thunderbolts emitted by the Ergonote sword, the bursting red ray magic, and the tornado enough to blow it all away -.

For those living in Inclamd, the capital of Neo Isravia, it would have been enough to fear that an end war had begun between the mythical God and the devil.

The battle that had been fought so far in advance was intense.

But now, the sky is so blue and clear that the leaning western sun returns to the usual sight that makes you feel the long time flowing into the desert.

"Is that...? I knew I couldn't get close, Elder."

A boy of the desert people wrapped a cloth around his head raised a bewildered voice.

Any attempt to approach the "Sage's Hall", which appeared like a mirage, will at some point U-turn and return to its original direction.

"Fofo, magic of illusions, we can't go beyond..."

Around the parked hall, there is a bond between powerful illusion magic (Irijunior) and perceived agitation magic (Imagine Jammer), and ordinary humans cannot approach it.

It looks normal out of the hall, but from the outside, it would shake like a mirage, and you wouldn't even recognize that there are people in the garden.

Only what I give the "mark" - this is a kind of decryption magic - is free to enter and exit.

Most importantly, an intermediate or higher wizard would be able to reach the entrance without relying on his own senses to listen to the voice of the Spirit or explore his surroundings with a magic thread (MagiWire). However, there is even more locking magic (secure) from there, making it difficult to break in.

"I've never seen such a strict bond... Rumor has it, Dickamaran's Six Heroes... with the help of Sage Grecas."

The slowly walking, hip-bent old man glowed his eyes from behind his white eyebrows as he stroked his beard. If you look at a sleazy tool for a spell lowered on your hips or a bag with vanilla, you would be a magician or something, or someone like a prayer artist, who is good at magic in the role of prayer.

"Elder, is that wise man one of Prince Ergonote's people?

"Oh, well. One of our princes, Lord Ergonaut, who defeated that terrible demon king."

"Shh, wow!

As the boy let his eyes shine, the old man with the crooked waist of gray hair proceeded to the critical range of the effect of the junction before stopping his legs and speaking to the hall.

"Heroes from exotic countries......! I'm the elder of this district, Lidinar. I want to thank you first of all for saving our king, who is attached to the evil spirit, and this country, which is surrounded by a dark cloud of curses! Why don't you show me your face? - The blood of our rightful King of Israel, the brave (...) Prince Ergonote (...)! I'd love to see your face!

I heard the voice and pressed the back of the ergonote.

"Look, I'm waiting for you. No matter what you think, you're welcome to go."

"Ah, ah!

Ergonote regained light in his red copper eyes and walked outside the hall as he glanced at his usual confident expression.

My voice, my cheer, comes up from all over.

At the same time, the people of the city, hiding in the shadow of the building, were rushing out to see what was going on. Men, women, young and old, children, even dogs.

The expressions were all filled with surprise and joy. I can have a circle of people around Ergonote in no time.

It would be thanks to a kind of junctional magic of an elder named Lidinar that Ergonote would not be messed up by people.

"E, Master Ergonote!?

"Definitely, Prince Ergonaut Rical!

"Oh, Master Ergonote! Really, you're really back!

"Our rightful bloodline...... Prince Ergonote!

Screaming in mouth, something cries down to joy, kneeling, and displaying prayerful tricks.

Ergonote had a lit grin, but when he showed his white teeth as he had decided to, and laughed, he raised an exuberant voice.

"Guys, I'm sorry to keep you waiting! I'm... I'm back in this country!

Continued