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

When the desert sun leaned for the most part, we had a little early tummy.

We're all out in the hall yard, surrounded by "big pans" and tongue-in-cheek at the simmering dishes.

"It's delicious!

"Quite delicious!

"Don't get too upset, you've been biting me right..."

"Ha Hingu"

"Ngu"

I laugh unquestionably at the belly-pecked appearance of molly-eating prams and hempelosa. Appetite seems to be booming after a nap (...) and I'm feeling perfectly well.

Plum and Hemperoza would have liked to have taken a nap on the couch in the living room while Ergonote and I were engaged in a so-called political activity of greeting the elders and people of the city and listening to appeals for peace.

They were demanding a "replacement" as they ran up to sister Rio and sister Manu, who were stirring the pan while filling their mouths with stewed meat.

A local dish, Natorua, where fresh lamb meat is carefully simmered with tomatoes and vanilla, that can be eaten in celebratory seats in Israel, is standing on the incinerator.

This was just plugged in to me by the people who were delighted with the return of "Prince of the Right Blood" Ergonote Rical. People who were never supposed to be rich cooked and served one precious lamb.

Tomatoes and braised lamb meat are a delicacy, but soft and melt on the tongue. Potatoes, beans and onions simmered together are also sweet, and celery, vanilla and spices give it a unique flavor.

You can eat it as it is, or you can eat a thin-baked barley bread with it that resembles a nan. There are many slices of lightly baked bread layered on a plate, in the style of eating as much as you like.

The flavor and scorching of coarse wheat is fragrant, and this is pretty good too.

"Ergo, you taste kind of nostalgic!

"Oh, it's been years!

Faria and Ergonote sit side by side, smiling and eating simmering. I guess it tastes like a nostalgic hometown to both of us.

Of course, Falia's place of origin is Rudens, 500 kilometres east of here, but the two are so called childhood tames from an early age.

With royalty hanging out with each other...... but this means, isn't the truth something "permissive"......?

Though I think it's a good opportunity to take care of him, I'll ask him somehow. Then the unexpected words returned.

"Mm-hmm? I was coming to another generation of melee tournaments in Israel every year. That's where I knew each other as royalty."

"Ha ha, I miss you"

Has Faria brought out "salted boned pig's feet" - a fine raw ham if thinly sliced - from the pantry behind the garage that stewed and nan weren't enough, and it's still twitching.

Faria says it's "best to eat meat" to recover fatigue. I heard it was "best to eat meat" to heal wounds, but it would be trivial for a carnivorous woman.

"Faria is undefeated in the women's ministry... there were aliases such as the northern female lion (Meshishishi) and the silver wolf princess"

"Hahaha! Don't say it. But, Ergonote has no experience winning, don't you think, Greg?

It's a masterpiece, just to say, Faria slaps Ergonote's back lavishly with a batin.

"Well, I wasn't very good at fighting."

"You're not good at it, but you took off your armor and fought..."

"Even if I'm not good at it, I don't want to take it off for my people! That's the official martial arts outfit. hahahaha"

"Damn......"

None of the negative reactions from the people of the city as Ergonote was worried about. They were warmly welcomed in by people, including elders. And he finally felt the taste of his hometown he missed with his tongue and seemed to cheer him up.

The western days of the strong desert did not feel much heat as the front yard of the hall was shadowed. Dry desert winds are surprisingly easy to spend as long as the sun shields them.

In addition, two laundry ropes are set up from the entrance of the hall to the stand-up tree, where a simple day-dressing space is also created by placing a "day-dressing cloth" made of hemp, which can be considered a must in a desert dwelling.

"You must be feeling better after a nap."

"It's cool in the garage, and I like it, ss"

Lu and Spiano smile at each other as they sit side by side, carrying the stewed lamb together into their mouths.

"Nha!? Oh, no."

Lu flashed his face. I knew it was a cat tongue.

"Lu cats are hot now, Dames. Ola's is cold, eh..."

"... Ugh, it's not a big deal.... hahm."

- What's wrong?

Lulu containing the spoon offered by Spiano in his mouth and eating it in a pungent manner.

Here, take another bite! and Spiano also feeds Lu with pleasure.

- - I feel like we're getting along acceleratively... no, we're getting close for sure!

At first it was just because each other's races were different, they were two people who were hanging out with each other, but they were breaking it down and getting comfortable as they traveled and struggled together. I thought this might be one "answer" to reconciliation and peace.

The uncontested world may be difficult, but understanding each other in this way is so... dazzling and beautiful...

I had eyes with Lu.

"Uh, ah!? No…, the awkward can eat it themselves"

"Lu cat?

I would have liked to have watched Lu and the others with their dumb, lusty faces. When he noticed his gaze, Lu rushed to start hoofing his plate by himself.

When I drop my gaze on the plate at hand too, I start eating again. Just a little... salty.

- Be happy. Lu.

"Hey, Greg, you're too hot to eat."

"Oh, my God. To the setting that I'm a cat tongue too"

Lentomia and Manuferno came to me with a plate. Apparently, he was impressed by how Lu and Spiano were doing.

Lentomia and Manuferno, who had received stewed plates from Iola and Riola, who were serving, lay down on both sides of me with some anticipating face.

"Damn, if it's hot, eat it on Nan, and set the manu..."

Lentomia has a summer outfit called a shirt on her half trousers, and her exposed hands and feet are cool.

Was Manuferno also hot on boulders, taking off the cardigan-style jacket of the monk clothes he always wears, making him a long skirt and sleeveless.

From the side, my chest was unexpectedly wide stretched,... and. Why don't you?

"It's terrible, Greg. Weren't you going to be nice to me tired of the fight? Is our man 'Yu-Ji' to that extent?

The tone of Lentomia's voice rises just a little bit and I can fold it up. I certainly didn't say anything wrong. Instead, I'm the one who doesn't care enough.

"Lentomia, I'm sorry......, I just said too much"

I reflected for a moment that the insect was not in a good place, and before my partner's half-elf eyebrows were raised, I was stuck.

From my plate, which was starting to cool down a little, I would pick potatoes and beans and put them on a spoon and transport them to the mouth of Lentomia, who sat next to me on the right.

I hate meat, so it's just vegetables.

"Ahem."

"Mm-hmm."

"... tasty?

"Ugh!

One turn, Nico's face makes her elf ears drip. This is how a man's friendship grows.

"Cat tongue. Even for me I don't like hot!

"Hmm, there you go"

Now the manuferno next to the left? I'll rip the nan off and put it on the soup......, it lights up a little, but I'll carry it to Manuferno's little mouth.

Plump lips, gentle dripping eyes, and scarlet eyes over glasses show my face and peek into it unexpectedly.

They ate every finger.

"Ah!? Manu, hey!"

"Delicious. Delicious... delicious, Greg."

He sucks and he can pull his hand in unintentionally, but what a guy. There was no alarm or gap.

But... It's also true that the tip of my tongue that touched my fingertips was so hot that I was a little thrilled.

Sage.

"No!?

I gave a strange voice and looked back at Riola's voice as if I had targeted her.

"Would you like a change? If we keep this up, Io will eat it all."

Riola smiled with great pleasure and turned her gaze toward the pan. There was a figure of Iola gushing the simmering with tremendous momentum.

If I thought I couldn't hear my voice, I would have eaten even more.

I asked how Iola was doing, what I cared most about.

Isn't Iola in danger that Riola is gradually getting stronger? Didn't the sunken look care about that......

…… Is that Io? That's all you said you were already starving to death on the way, wasn't it?

"Huh...? Trouble...... or something?

Riola wrapped her little neck around my words as she shook her chestnut beautiful hair at her shoulder.

"Come on? As soon as the battle is over, mesh anyway! Dinner! I've always said..."

He's a stupid brother, right, and Riola laughed ridiculously.

... right.

I seem to have forgotten one important thing.

Iola has no more troublesome personality than to worry about her life.

I watched Iola stick her shelled plate out to my sister with a full grin and sighed small.

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