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

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"If it's in that state, you can 'converse' with less magic consumption, right?

"Jesus..."

Rana, the peachy messenger slime that was forced into the lab (...), is now moving on the desk in front of me.

And now 'Jesus' is not the voice.

On the desk, the vertical and horizontal widths of "a", "e" and "s" are about ten centimeters merte and... and there's just a picturesque girl snapping around laughing "eh".

Surprisingly, by absorbing my magic, this slime temporarily used morphological magic and exterior changes (metamo outer skin).

It changed about the size of a human being… Good to the point, but the protoplasm (...) was not enough to make up the whole body in 3D, making it look like a thin two-dimensional organism.

"Hmmm. I'm surprised you can have a conversation with a string (...)..."

On my research desk in the middle of the lab, a special peachy slime, the "Humanoid Terminalia", stretches out the tentacles and draws the letters (...).

The string is about five characters long, but it appears from the right side and the character on the left disappears.

"Sage (...) Dear Grecas (...), I was disturbed earlier, even though it was an aggressive thing, and I'm very sorry, Death. First of all, I would like to thank you again for your help, Death. Thank you so much for helping me and my friends (...) where they are in danger. Thank you, Death!

It seems inherently polite to just be called the princess of slime. I also sincerely apologize for not thinking about them and being rude and suddenly touching them.

"Oh, no... It just so happens that I helped. I'm sorry I frightened you more than that. Thank you. As soon as I thought I could study the slime, I seemed excited... Excuse me."

'No! This is the one who slapped me... sorry Death'

Me and Slime smiled at each other... and so on, but the other is a "picture" of a two-dimensional thin girl whose slime has changed. What a rare sight for the Lentomias watching on the side.

"It's strange, sage Grecas...... I can't believe I can talk to Mr. Slime."

"Um, I've never even tried it before. The world is still full of wonders."

It is the fairies Metius and Lentomia who speak with smudge.

Metius sits on a book that was lined up on his desk and curiously circles his eyes, but Metius himself must be as strange as the slime that draws the letters.

Lentomia seems to be feeling much better and has a good complexion. I reach out and gently touch my cheek and forehead, but I don't seem to have any heat.

"Eh heh, thanks. I'm fine."

"Good."

The half elf with the pretty girl's face sits on the chair next to me with a cheek wand (cheeks), her jade eyes narrowed and she looks at the characters depicting the peach slime.

Apparently, a magic thread (MagiWire) has been deployed in Lentomia to explore the movement of magic.

"I can't believe it, either. … beyond the knowledge gained through search magic (Gogol)."

"Even Greg can't find out?

"Ah."

Lentomia listened to the elf and peered into my eyes.

I'm exploring every possible literature in search magic (Ggol), but I can only see that the original existence, called "Drop of the Original Fluid (Promethea)," which has existed permanently since far before the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia).

The books are also passed on in detail among the small tribes of Marino Serese in the South as part of the researchers' papers or as folk heirlooms (...).

Even while doing this, the slime on the desk - Princess Larna - deforms the null and stretched prototype like a handwriting, drawing letters that we humans can read.

"Nevertheless, wise man, no matter what you bring in here and do to me..."

"Wow!, I don't want to talk about it anymore, so get down to business!

I gathered the letters on my desk with both hands and circled them. The touch is soft, pully, clay-like.

"Greg, you can't bully me!

"I'm replenishing the magic."

I'll take the magic out of my hands again. Apparently, this slime was embedded in multiple folds with complex manipulations, and besides the first activated video and audio messages, these "conversation in strings" manipulations were implanted.

But the root of it is still magic (...), which seems to be premised on external supply. Because without that, it's no different than a normal slime.

When I supply the magic, it moves more intensely on Russia, drawing the letters more quickly than earlier.

I seem to find it easier to deform my own body into a donut-shaped circular shape and display it to circulate about ten characters one after the other.

'I'm late for my offer.... My name is Larna Marna. Being who makes life the first to be laid down in this world and presides over the end and convergence of all life. Make it all part of the drops (drops) of the original fluid (Promethea). The most ancient clan, the new one that continues into perpetuity. The world's most dwarfed and transcendent being-'

"Greg, what do you mean?

"I don't know either, sage Grecas."

Look at my face like you two are in trouble. I open my mouth after prejudging my own interpretation...

"I guess we're first trying to describe in words what 'slime' is like in this world. In a nutshell, 'individually, wholly, wholly, wholly,' which means that these children are one life form as a whole, even if they are scattered throughout the world. The same can be said for the timeline. I think that's what I'm trying to say, even if there is an individual death, there is no death as a 'species' …"

"!... Boulder Death, Rumored Famous Sage (...) Grecas...! What a wise man. '

Even with a bitter smile, I briefly run into two questions.

"If the story about the princess in the video earlier (...) is true, where did you guys come from?

Cold way to put it, but I'm not running a people-help charity.

Both the Witch of Popolato and the case of Neo Isravia have the purpose of helping their people and saving their country from the crisis.

All of a sudden, I'm honestly confused when people tell me to save Slime's island.

"The Mees have come over the sea from an island, southeast of the country you call Marinocerese, Death.... traveled a month ago, Death... '

"Marinocerese......! You came over the sea and country!?

Lentomia looks at my face in surprise.

"Jesus...... My friend's...... oh, you gave me the lovely name Colo! Me and Colo, the two of us managed to escape the island... '

That's where the strings stop. I guess I remembered the painful journey and the company I had left behind, and there was something about it that slimmed.

- Commonly said anthropomorphic for exchanging information on species against humans (humanoid terminals).

Why do you have memories and emotions when you don't have the right organs in your brain? There will be no need to have a particular argument in this world about that.

You can embed a magical technique in a ring, drill, or even a metal object that says helmet to seal your soul and memory. If you're a magical creature like Slime, it's no wonder you have the same kind of conversation with humans by planting a variety of memories, learning, and emotions.

Again the string flowed due to the protoplasm of the slime.

"To our paradise, which was peaceful - an island where Mee Slime and the half insect (...) lived amicably - suddenly came the dreaded ones aboard the ship, Death."

"Horrible... the people?

'... I can't say it well, Death. One was human, but the others were neither insects nor beasts, Death. We didn't know... But one after the other, they captured their friends on the island (...) and turned them into horrible monsters.'

"Sage Grecas......! I have a terrible feeling about this."

"Um... but... what's the purpose?

Are they like special forces in some country? I don't see strategic value in an island where there are only slime and half insects. Or is it someone with a different purpose?

For example, the princess of the drop of the first fluid (Promethea) is an end in itself. Now there's nothing more to it than analogy from the string that Slime talks about...

'I don't know what the purpose is. I escaped from the island while being chased by horrible monsters, and fortunately I was picked up by a human ship at sea, Death. After that...... we crossed the continent and even walked. Colo has always protected me. Because we've always been friends on the island...'

"Right...... So you're asking me to help you?

I asked quietly.

'Yes...... When I left the island, the princess was told, Death. Sage Grecas, go to your place. And he made me remember that message. "

"But... why am I (...)?

"I don't know why I knew about you, Grecas. Yes... The princess was once said to be the only person in the world who would make us happy, Sage Grecas!

"Makes you... happy...?

"Haha, I wonder if rumors of Grey's slime-loving spread across the ocean...?

"What rumors are spreading..."

Lentomia laughs in a bright voice, listening in silence.

I lift my glasses at my fingertips and sigh once again, saying that you're still in trouble.

"You've relied on me to walk 300 kilomertes. I'm not going to make it unobstructed. And..."

"Sage Grecas?

Metius puts a small neck on it. At the same time, we turn our gaze to the yellow warning that emerged on the tactical information display (tactics).

- Confirm three individuals entering beyond the Finovoch safety identification area. Inherent Waveform Magic Pattern Reconciliation… N/A Unknown!

"Apparently... there you are."

When I put Princess Peach Slime in the palm of my hand, I jumped out of the lab with Methius and Lentomia.

Continued