"Oh? If you think there are signs of magic, it belongs to our students.... Uh, yes, Miss Micinamul-Pessinar and Miss Hardian Knox? On summer vacation...... huh? You know Lord Grecas?
Sir Apraz A. Jill stroked his white beard when he laughed ho-ho and tilted his wand just a little.
After about a breath, people were gone from around the two female students, as if soapy water had dripped over the oil film.
Sobacus girl Pescinar and her furry Knox were placed under the influence of the "pay-per-view magic" of the Principal of the High School of Magic.
"Hi-ha, hi-ha!
"Ha-ha-ha... ha-ha!
The two are upright immobile, stretching their spines and beeping, pale in the face.
"Yep. I just got to know the two of you, but you were interested in my magic..."
When I said that, the principal quietly spoke to the two female students.
"Ho ho...! That's impressive. Well, this wise man, Lord Grecas, is one of the heroes who saved the world's crisis. Even the other day in the desert country, the true Yingjie who did a great job, was a treasure to the magic students of our country. Don't be rude, okay?
The voice of the gentle and gentle headmaster does not seem to have reached the two ears, either. I repeat my deep gratitude, like a doll with a karaki trick.
The words of the old wizard have a good discouragement that sounds like a magical chant, so much so that I don't even know whether to listen to them as words or see them as magic. It contained bottomless depth and quiet force.
Maybe the principal (...) foresees everything. In the first place, why bother taking a trip to such a common, overflowing mess? "What you want to give me" might be the reason...
But I also hear that Sir Apras-A-Jill is tough on breaking the rules. My "School Festival Guest Plan" will be fogged if the wolves of the two girls (...) are found out and expelled, so I decide to keep a helpboat out here.
"You seem like very study-keen students. I'm impressed it's summer vacation."
I smiled with a tiny smile on my face.
"Ho, I'm happy as a school! Hohoho."
The principal stretched his hips and strained his chest, saying nothing more.
"" Now, if you'll excuse me!
She was well enough to think it was the army, folded her hips up to 90 degrees at right angles to put it right, and then Pessinar and Knox disappeared across the crowd, bowing their heads to me over and over again.
Once again, only me and the three royal magicians were in the paying line.
"Sage Grecas...... I'm getting nervous. If these people find out I left the royal palace..."
Metius, who peeked his face out of my chest for a moment, whispers and looks just a little anxious.
"Don't worry about it. No one knows you're a former princess. [M] We'll meet in a meadow flower garden."
"Well......! Sage Grecas."
"Oh no? Spirit with you...... how dare you keep the fairy shape!? Is this also the magic of Lord Grecas...!
"O fairy!
"I've never seen it before!
Sir Apras A. Jill and the senior wizards of his entourage also opened their eyes and seemed surprised at what Metius looked like. The two young wizards, who did not utter a word, seemed sincerely surprised.
"It's in the fairy princess I rescued from the garden of sealed ancient ruins"
"My name is Meti...... I need you to know me."
The fairy Metius showed her with a pitiful greeting on my shoulder as she scattered the light. I hid my real name a little to avoid unnecessary confusion.
"Ooh, this is... beautiful! I didn't know you could exist in the daytime like this... is it the strong death of Lord Grecas'" Defensive Boundary "?
"That's where we are"
It will almost certainly be the wizard belonging to the Association of Methanostat Mages who created the "Library Connection" that had sealed Metius' soul deep in the library labyrinth.
In an attempt to exploit the power of prophecy that Princess Methius had in her lifetime, a group belonging to "One Clear World (Christania)" secretly captured the Princess's soul and used it as a kind of "prophetic manufacturing device" that continued to transmit prophecies.
Now that I have destroyed it, it would not be worth the princess's (Metius) soul's use to them.
Besides, I and Metius strive to pretend flat out that no one will ever think that the princess's soul is impersonating a fairy.
"But Sir Apras A. Jill, earlier said that you made a young man like me a treasure and so on..., it was a waste of time"
"What will they say? The eagles... are powerless against the Iron Pile."
The old man lifted his wrinkled mouth and shaped his grin.
I return the meeting quietly.
"Oh yeah! Nothing else has come here! I have a little gift for Lord Grecas, and a gift from the king. I asked you to sew with this crossbow... I just got word that you finished it."
"From the king... goods?
"That's right, in one case in the desert country, he was also paid, but this is a small thank you from King Metanostadt and the Association of Wizards and Wizards. - To this."
Then, pointing with his finger, the wizard of his companion handed me the wrap of paper he had in his hand. It's a little heavy, but it looks like clothes or something from the touch.
It was then added that the prize money paid by the King's Government was offset by the payment of Ergonote's liabilities - precisely the conditioning and works of art destroyed by Spiano - minus the actual costs of water, food, etc., which left only about one thousand gordos per person.
In that sense, a gift would be a pleasure.
"Give me this... to me?
"That's right. Look! Don't hesitate. Open it here and try to weave the feathers. Let's celebrate the finish."
I tried to open the package as I was told.
"Ooh... ugh!? This is it!
Unwrap the package and I immediately found out. This was...... the new 'Robe of the Wise'.
"From what I've seen, don't wear the sage's robe. It may be hot like this, but the robe is a testament to the wizard's authority. Be sure to wear it."
"Yes!
- Deep sea blue fabric with gold embroidery, and a new design for summer heat.
It flips from a conventional blanket-like shape, with padded protector-shaped embellishments on the shoulder area from which the cloth drips to hide the left and right arms. And there is a cloak on the back that is knitted to the bottom of the knee in a light new material (...).
And what's amazing is the way it fits. Feathers are lightweight and surprisingly cool on the inside.
- - This is the material in which the magical technique is knitted...?
To me, who had lost his surprise words, Sir Aphrase A. Jill leaned his cane, - and now this robe, as part of Grecas the Wise, will run out until his demise - chanted a blessing (fest) and made a sort of sorcery pact.
This prevents accidental loss and theft.
"Oh, thank you! Awesome!...... great!
I was honestly pleased with the unexpected gift.
"I think you like it. I really couldn't make it on the desert journey... It's specially crafted by Washi et al., knitted with a heat transfer formula (Peltier's), and it releases the heat inside out of the cape, so it's cool. And by the way, I'm wearing a new one with the same formula!
The old wizard and his two entourage put their hands on their hips at the same time, flipping each robe to show.
Unexpectedly, Metius and I grin.
"I sincerely thank you. What a thank you..."
Fine, the old wizard lowered his voice slightly.
"- Lord Grecas, the wise man. There are disturbing signs… it looks like a southeast sky. The power of the black will to create hatred and destruction..."
The old wizard narrowed his eyes and hoisted his wand in the southeast sky.
- After all, does Sir Apras-a-Jill feel something, too?
"... please tell the King that I am going to marinoserese. Something paranormal (...) is about to trample my, no, our peace. Make sure you shake it off."
I flipped a new sage robe, put my hand on my chest and bowed deeply.
"- - Lord Grecas, the wise man who has understood. I can accompany these people if I have to…"
"That's not true. We have comfortable company."
I was polite and allowed to compliment my offer. If you're going on a journey, just my people will be enough.
After I realized I had broken up with my buddies on the way to shopping, I was about to run out of moments.
It was time for me to meet everyone.
Faria on ergonote and manu on Lentomia. And Spiano to Lu. And of course to Pram and Iola and the others.
"Let's go, Metius, we promise to rendezvous by dinner, and we'll all be waiting"
"Yes! Sage Grecas!
Look at me walking out. The people of the city look like they're pissed off.
Some people have seen me somewhere, and they say, "Sage!" "Ooh...!" and leaks an exclamation.
Weaving a robe of the newest sage, I'll never be called you again, Hyoro Glasses.
As one of the living legendary heroes, it seemed to me that it was not bad to get a public glance.
The sun, which was singing summer, was leaning and was finally beginning to make a long shadow. Still, the town's mess is hot and feverish.
But the wind through the robe was cool and heart-dancing.
Continued