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

As we emerged from the sage hall, the applause and cheer echoed from the crowds gathered around the palace.

The earthly twirl, and "Our king!" A voice screaming, a face, a face, a face as bonded (cheeky) by heat. At once the city got hot.

Surprisingly, the streets are overflowing with people wondering where so many people were in an abandoned city, and people are turning to see Prince Ergonaut at a glance.

The streets of the city lit by the sunset, albeit few, lined with stalls and open-air, presenting just how festive they were.

There is no such thing as a tragic atmosphere as welcoming a line that came to save the situation one step ahead of the war with a single piece of paper. The people of Israel are originally bright people laughing like perhaps the desert sun.

The horn on the raven now says, "The prince is back! The people who heard the rumors are gathering and making a scene.

"Ha ha! Thanks everyone, uh haha...... haha!

The most leading ergonote responds to cheers by shaking his arms up in an extremely sensitive manner. I know you want to say something tasty, but tears and runny nose don't seem to bring up any good words.

From the sage hall parked beside the palace to the entrance to the palace is only about thirty mertes away.

Neo Isravian soldiers are building walls to keep people from killing in the "one line of ambassadors," but even those soldiers can't seem to care what Ergonote looks like.

Ergonote takes the lead with the rubbing sound of his armor.

The outfit, which bore the treasure sword "The Dawn of Thunder God (Sundagaard) (Holresort)" on the luxurious "Armor of the Brave" with a gold edge on black, was a testament to the brave Ergonote, no matter how anyone saw it, as well as to the Israeli prince Ergonote.

"I'm nervous about the boulder..."

"Well, I'm a little nostalgic."

"For Lord Faria, it was your second home."

"Ah. People who were safe after the war, even if they just got together so much, are tears..."

Faria and Luroni are in position one step back, left and right, against the leading ergonote.

On the left is Faria, a female warrior wearing silver partial armor and carrying a huge battle axe, and on the right is Luroni, a swordsman with a curved sword down his waist (Serveria), dressed as a hardened side.

"This nervousness..., I don't hate you, suss"

On the back of the ergonote was lurking Spiano, who wore himself into a black costume as if it were a shadow. With a sneak leg that erased the signs, he sharpened his sapphire-like blue eyes and was alert to his surroundings in case.

The fact that the interim regime's Royal Palace in Neo Isravia was not a single rock was readily inferred from conversations with earlier elders. In other words, it is positioned as a reformer who supports the current king, Southout Jormuza, and a conservative who believes in the ancient royal family.

Looking forward to the return of Ergonote are those who once served the royal family of Israel, who, on the contrary, were also conceived of obstructing the present Kings who do not feel comfortable, but it is hard to believe that they will come to terms with the importance of the state in the first place and with the opponents of figures who have so much enthusiastic support of the people.

- - Well, expecting this kind of noise, I got into de flashy.

Speaking of which, the Ergonotes are walking behind the avant-garde, looking directly in front of Lentomia with Manuferno.

Regardless, I am wary of magic.

Lentomia also walks beside me with a nervous face, but it's the distance between a sage robe and a wizard robe touching each other. Usually I'd pick my cheeks with my fingers and play "What are you nervous about," but it wouldn't even be that kind of atmosphere right now on the boulder.

Manuferno is wearing monk clothes on my left and walking quietly.

With a gaze and a small mouth only smile, Manuferno is now executing "Blessings of Reconciliation and Welcoming (Fess)" for the entire royal palace.

"Manu, if you're anxious at your feet, grab my robe hem."

"Fine. And now it's... Plum and Hempero's place."

"Uhm......"

On the tip of Manu's tender gaze, that is, on the outside of my robe was a redhead girl and a brunette girl snapping.

For starters, "I'm going to protect you, Greg." "You can come either way!" He's going to protect me.

"Greg, it looks like there's been no magic interference so far."

To Lentomia's voice, Metius, lurking beside my neck, gave a glimpse of his face.

"Sage Grecas. But I'm also confused by the crowd about one or two reactions. I know you're hiding a great deal of magic... but there are signs."

"... I guess. I hope today's guests are doing well..."

I ran my gaze through the crowd. With all this crowd wave, you won't even be able to set something up right now...... depending on the timing it will be a ticket (...).

The people of the city also noticed that we were "heroes who saved the world" and they said, "That's the wise one...!" "How young!" and a gaze of surprise and strangeness.

Well, I'm used to this kind of thing, so I pierce my faceless expression, but I have enough room to smile and wave if the young girls call me.

I guess it looked like Riola on Iola and Hemperoza on Plum were following me, but I was surprised but warmly cheered at the appearance of the children, arguably out of place.

"Greg. I guess this is... where ergonotes are supposed to be..."

Faria looked back at me, like she was exalted, and then she turned her lonely eyes somewhere.

"Maybe..."

It was best for me to respond to that quietly, too.

We, the heroes of Dickamaran, or Ergonote, who have been adventurous together for a long time, will be "the last day of adventure", depending on how things go.

Everyone noticed it was thin too.

The end of this journey means that peace will be brought, and at the same time, we may face a path of "separation" from the ergonote.

That is, the path that Ergonote will remain king of this country.

And that... is also the day of dissolution of Ergonote, the six heroes of Dickamaran.

I secretly felt the indescribable feeling of loneliness spreading in the back of my chest.

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The palace, nestled in the middle of the capital of Neo Isravia, Inclamed, was a majestic building that, looking up nearby, had been polished by piling up black granite (Mirage Stone).

Looking up at the unique onion-like roof, we crept through the main entrance and stepped into the palace.

"The palace is broken everywhere."

"It's the first country that was attacked by the Demon King's army..."

Iola and Riola whisper with a strange look.

The two wore school building uniforms and were walking at the rear. Iola is in the role of "Guardian Warrior to Protect Shinkansen," so she fastens her belt for a bandage from the top of her uniform and hangs her dagger from her waist.

Iola's eyes were pointed around her, even as she had a conversation with Riola.

Iola has an important role to play in preparing for accidental blade raids, including Pram and Hemperoza, who walk on me perfectly.

Riola is right, the trail destroyed in the Demon King's War is vivid. Claw marks by some giant warcraft, flame magic tricks, black discolored stains...... A year after the war, and there, the reconstruction of the country as a whole is not going to go away, and I guess we won't be able to get around to repairing the palace.

The black palace, lit up by the sunset, also seemed to still carry and suffer the memory of the war.

- It's the same with Metanostadt that the kitchen situation is painful.

Riola walks with a "crystal ball" in her hand so that it is respectfully placed around her chest position.

The crystal sphere is connected to the Royal Castle of Metanostadt, and beyond, the king who binds Metanostadt, Courtilt Avneis Road, swallows a solid spit to watch it go.

Beyond the crystal sphere there is no such thing as a familiar Knight Commander Vilstein, just one minister with what appears to be a Kamakiri face under his ministry.

Knights Commander Vilstein, who has been leading us all along the other side, was integrated as a crusader and is currently on the move for the western border zone.

- That's crazy.

I lift my glasses and face one question.

When the king of Methanostat sent us here, he told us to bring everything in peacefully. Besides, put it on the condition that "no more human harm, no more taking the other person's life".

But now that the Vabilinian Catapult "Iron Pile Cannon", which was supposed to have been the greatest threat, is powerless, it looks as if the negotiations have been broken down, but with an army gathered in the name of the Crusaders, the abdominal desire to dominate and occupy Israel at once is clear.

A chilling peek into Riola's crystal sphere revealed an unfamiliar Kamakiri-faced minister giving the king something to ear.

Who is this guy?

Immediately after matching the minister with a search magic (Ghor) image search (Gazon), the identity was quickly discovered.

Even in the dusk, his name is engraved under his portrait, which he seems to be decorating in his luxurious home.

- Saybein Murilla, Chief Minister for the Integrated Army and Wartime Economy, King Methanostat's Government.

You mean someone who can exercise strong influence from military to economic...

I suppose he turned the king over with gold.

- You want rights to underground resources? You greedy bastard.

"Metius, check on this man."

"Yes, I did, sage Grecas."

Metius closed one eye with Kilarin.

And we, the Goodwill Ambassadors, finally made it to the Great Hall.

Continued