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

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The next morning, I was apparently asleep on the couch, and woke up with a sore back.

"But...? Say..."

Well, it's not a very good idea to wake up in these cases.

I was lazy on the couch since I showered last night and changed into plain clothes, but the heat of the day seemed unexpected.

Savings hurt and Yodale drowned.

But there was a light towel kettle on me that I had on Hemperoza.

"Hemperoza?"

I didn't see Hemperoza at the time, and from the east window of the quiet hall, the morning sun was starting to plug deep.

Perhaps everyone in the hall is still in their dreams.

Only Lentomia. Probably revealed the night in the lab.

Lentomia took the "New Sage's Robe" from Sir Apras A. Jill to the lab (lab) after pulling it from me.

"Heh! It's Apra's work...! I'm gonna borrow some!

"Fine, but don't tear it apart."

"Eh heh heh heh heh heh heh"

Your call is Lentomia, but he seemed interested in the magic "Thermal Transfer Ceremony (PERTIES)" planted in Sage's robe.

Of course, I'm also interested in new magic, and in case you think about it in part, the magic formula (Magina Code) is allowed to analyze it.

Cool on the inside. Hot on the outside, that is, the idea of "moving one heat to the other" is really unique.

From what I've looked into, it seems magical and very favorable to knit existing objects together well rather than novel magic techniques. Because magic is the hardest thing to keep stable and secure.

- In any case, it could be used for something.

From what I hear, Sir Apras A. Jill and Lentomia were in a superior-subordinate relationship among royal magicians at Methanostat Royal Castle.

Around the so-called "Hall of Wise Men, Suspected of the Resurrection of the Demon King", Lentomia lived in the King's Capital and seemed to beg for a lot of teaching there.

Above all, it was Sir Apras who took command of the development of the "Magic Grid Sensor", an example of detecting magic vibrations around Wangdu, and devised a groundbreaking "crystal ball communication".

Naturally, even knowledge would outweigh Lentomia, but she is old and feels decayed both in strength and magic, and recently she has devoted herself exclusively to the development of disciples (...)?

When I was thinking about it, I caught my eye, so I drank Gabe and water in the kitchen, and then headed to the front door to take a walk through the garden of the hall where the sun plunged in in in the morning.

In the hall, Falia is sleeping in a room on the ground floor now, and Iola and Riola are sleeping amicably in a room upstairs. Plum and Manu should be sleeping in their respective rooms, as well as Lu and Spiano in a carriage.

If so, where did the Hempero one go?

"Well, my apprentice (...) hemperosa...?

As I opened the front door and went outside, the chilling, damp air filled my nasal cavity.

Yesterday's daytime was hot, but the relatively dry climate of Metanostadt is surprisingly cool in the morning and evening.

Morning dew sparkles in the morning sun.

At the end of the garden was the figure of Hemperoza in a white piece.

"Don't be a jinx, Hempero"

"Good morning, wise man!

"Oh dear... fuwa"

I laid my hand on Hemperoza's head as I yawned.

Apparently he was practicing his magic in the morning sun, and I could feel the magic increase.

Sooo, and breathing through his nose, Hemperoza stirred her hand out horizontally to quietly inspire magic.

"Shrub, Magic (Garden) -!"

For as long as it blinks, the green crawl (...) stretches and intertwines while it glimpses, shaping the state as if it were a "wizard wand".

"Ho!?

The length blooms some root-like cane parts intertwined about the length of his body, lush green leaves at the tip, and clear white flowers.

- Did you take the form of a wand to temporarily store (pool) your magic powers!?

"Watch it, sage!

Surprised When he fluttered off his dark hair in front of me, he gently turned his wand (...) with one hand, in a cricket motion, shooting and releasing something like a brown bullet.

That was a wine barrel that was rolling about ten mertes away - a mass-produced wine barrel golem for security, to be exact - when you hit it, Pa! I could make a noise and play it.

Then a lump of green emerged as if it were Medusa's hair, exploding to stretch the green crawl in all directions. In an instant, the wine barrels entwined in the green spruce became as if they were objects in the garden.

"Wow! Hemperoza thought about it!?

"Hey, ho, ho! Oh, yeah!

I'll put down Hempero, who laughs so hard, and I'll come closer to the wine barrel and touch him. The completely hardened crawl covered the entire barrel and grew so sturdy that it was no longer difficult to cut.

This is a self-expression of effects similar to what happened when Lentomia's Circular Magic (Cycloa) accelerated on a desert journey.

"How? A genius magic solved by flying seeds (...) to make the magic weaknesses of the eagle that can only be used in melee warfare, by the way, serializable!

"I see. Sure... if you throw it in the state of the species and burst it, you can stop the enemy at medium range. No, I'm afraid of this. Evolving one magic is... talent."

I let go and praised him.

Could Hemperoza possibly be a more awesome wizard if he learned a little more properly, for example in a magical higher school building?

"No talent, no talent, I'm a wise man, for some reason, to flash."

With that said, Hemperoza has been hugging me all over my belly. I slice my face as if I were washing it even on my face.

"Here, here! That's flashing..."

"I slept on my knee pillow in the evening, huh?

I looked up and laughed like a prank, so I accidentally hugged her and stroked her head.

"Right......, hmm"

To increase the level of magic, we must enhance ourselves with spiritual training and covenants with God and the Spirit. I thought that would apply to Hemperoza's magic as well, but apparently it's a little different.

- Like Metius, does that mean you're under the influence of my magic powers?

In the first place, the power of Hemperoza was captured by the Demon King Demon Green Body (Desplanetia) and expressed as a result of his death.

In the first place, the concept of 'magic' in this world is vague. I don't know exactly why (...) it became available, including myself.

With that in mind, Hemperoza let go of her body herself and stuck a cane in her hand to the ground. Said Hemperoza, looking at the dripping magic wand.

"I'm not going to the magic school.... the best teacher in the world is right in front of me."

As if to see through my thoughts, Hemperoza glowed her eyes like black crystals.

"But... it might be fun to be a new friend or a student in the city of Metanostadt?

I thought it was a good idea and I meant to say it lightly.

However, Hemperoza clouded her expression as soon as possible, distorting her lips.

"Heck, a little asshole to a sage! Why! I don't know!? I..."

"Heh, Hempero?

"I want to be with you! A little plumb to the wise...... with everyone! So... so... good luck..., eh"

To Hemperoza, who suddenly wept, I seriously dickled.

"Oh, oh, wow!? Okay, so don't cry! Yeah! It's okay. We're together, all the time! So what?

I stroked my slippery dark hair and the back of my head, peeking into my face and talking gently to teach.

"Ugh... Really?

"Yes. That's how talented you are, I just wanted to say. If it's magic, it's me, Lentomia, and Manu. If that's okay with you... you just have to study here."

"Heh...!

Am I swinging by a brown-skinned girl who leaks a relieved grin? I'm reminded once again that even if I think it's good, it doesn't resonate with my mind unless that's what I really thought about their feelings.

and -.

At the end of the garden where the sun plunged in in the morning, I heard something called a guillotine.

Gish, Gish... and this is the sound of the carriage tires squeaking.

- Ma... no way?

"What's going on?

"No, the... kind of.... Ah! Plum's calling from across the window."

"Huh?

Hempero rushed to a glance when he appropriately pointed to the window.

I immediately moved in sneak mode and approached the garage softly. The sound is certainly from the carriage in the garage. But there must be Colo and Princess Lana in the garage, but are they asleep?

"Ugh... ku"

"Come on, sss."

From inside, along with the sound of a guillotine, you can also hear bitter voices.

- Oh, come on!? Ugh, you're lying...

The garage is not open with doors, so I try to approach it gently and put my back on the wall with pettiness.

What am I supposed to do if I'm doing what I imagine I'm doing right now?

Look...... no! As the owner of the museum, you're resolute.

"... 99, 100! It is!"

"Ora too...... 100ss!

Phew, and the exhaling sound and "Colo! 'I could hear the applause.

- What? And that?

I took a peek inside. Then, don't sweat it. Lulu and Spiano were lifting both ends of the carriage in each and exercising like squats.

Apparently, the sound of a guillotine was the sound of a suspension at that time.

"Good morning, Lord Grey!

"Refreshing Morning Sz! It feels good to sweat."

"Colo, colo!

Rue and Spiano wiping sweat with a refreshing smile, and Colo looking fine. The garage where the morning sun plugs in is an early morning sports gym.

On the other hand, I had half-eyed jitsy eyes and would have looked like a fool.

But I'll just say one word for now.

"It's confusing. Yikes!?

"Ni?"

"Ssss?"

... by the way.

Later on I asked Manuferno that the cat ear boy and the dog ear girl, since they are a clean relationship, so far, even holding hands and kissing, seemed to me.

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The tactical information display (tactics) told me that the enemy carriage had finally left when we had all had breakfast.

"Well, it's going to be far away from today"

We'll let it get ahead of us for a while, and we'll be chasing it from a distance away. Probably up to the coast of Marino Serese, 200 km away from Merte.

- Sometimes it sounds like fun to be a tracker.

Continued