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

"What... you mommy!?

"Pressure. All the way, please."

The first tall voice was my outgoing voice. But Manuferno replies at his usual rate and shows me his back.

The outfit is the style of Metanostadt town girl that Riola likes to wear. In other words, it is relaxed in a style where the waist part of a long-length piece is tied with a decorative string.

In a transparent, clear morning light plunging study, me and Manuferno sat on the bunk (bed) side by side.

In front of him, the lustrous silver hair swayed in the light, but when the thin fingertips bound his hair and wrapped it all together, his neck muscles and noodles became dewy.

My eyes nail unexpectedly on smooth, white skin.

Manuferno smells good after taking a shower. Rather, even if I'm not bathing, I'm totally OK, but either way, great aroma...... what's OK, my idiot!?

And, even during the blink of an eye, a surprising amount of grit circles in my head.

When I rubbed my shoulder to make sure Lentomia and the man "friendship" I didn't get nervous or do anything at all, but I still said I liked them, the degree of nervousness is completely different.

I manage to dress up calmly, put my hands on my shoulders, and push them with my fingers all the time.

Mm...? Soft. I don't really know where it is. The softness of it is a true encounter with the unknown.

"Woohoo.... there, it feels good"

Words that seem to be able to be interpreted in any way leak like a sigh out of Manuferno's mouth.

Translation magic (Yactus) picked up a voice that was also similar to a sweet whisper instantly, and popped up in front of him, "Translation results - a whisper when you're enjoying pleasure," and an irrelevant commentary came to mind.

Yeah. Out of the way! And, with gaze guidance, erase the magic window and focus on the shoulder mommies.

"No, okay?

"Sheikan (yeah). I don't mind being stronger...... ugh!

"Like this? Right here?"

"Exhale (ha). Fine, yeah"

I'm getting better and better in the woot manual. This builds confidence that you might be able to do as a pressurer, pushing your fingers gradually from the neck muscles to the shoulder blades, and then loosening up the grooves and mommies.

"Ko...... like this, what do you say?

"Good. Greg. Good. Wow, that's great."

From the gap between glasses looking back and smiling, a gentle tweezer was pointed at me.

I bent my neck to pinch my left hand on my shoulder with my cheek (cheek). My left hand got pinched on my soft cheek and shoulder, so I gently stroke my head with my open right hand.

"Fingertips. I'm so happy about this..."

"Glad you're happy"

"Relief. Eh heh"

Does Manuferno, who has the trauma of being untouchable by others, feel safe by touching me like this? Hold hands or overlap. That may be a small thing from a public friendly point of view, but it's enough for me and Manuferno.

"Sleeper. I'm kind of sleepy already"

"Ha, your eyes aren't open, are they?

"Comfortable. Grekkun's bedroom is spacious and comfortable and smells good to it..."

"Oh, oh?

Rubbing his tron eyes, Manuferno collapsed straight into my bedroom.

They were drawing manuscripts all night, and I guess I really couldn't help sleeping anymore. Quickly, I'm going to gently remove Manuferno's glasses, which will make you sleep small.

"Oh, boy, good night"

But the excuse if someone sees you when you can sleep here is troublesome......

- Hmm?

That's when I realized.

There are signs of something. Feel the glittering gaze.

Is that Metius? And it's not like I'm looking at a window or snapping into a glass window. And, at that time, there was a little noise called "kiku," and I accidentally turned my gaze behind my back.

That came from a large vase that was placed at the corner of the study. I don't use it to put flowers in, but a large piece of paper used in the magic ceremony's design and practice is "" plugged in as many pieces as possible.

When I saw one well-shaped round slime at the bottom of the kettle, I could see rubbing the surface of the jar with my body.

I don't know where I picked it up on my head (?), but I wear a kachusha like a maid would wear it. It's polishing like a wipe.

- Me, maid...... slime?

"... were you there from the beginning?

You heard me, Kiku! As he increased his speed and wiped the surface of the wax, the slime turned his gaze toward the day after tomorrow. Something tells me that I haven't seen anything.

Is that the mysterious maid slime that Pram and Hempero witnessed?

It's called Princess Rana and Ikuta, a sage hall that is already becoming a nest of mysterious creatures, but I can't go and say that it remains an unidentified life form.

I got up quietly but the next moment the peachy slime quickly walked out the door gap.

They seem to have escaped, but I know full well that unconfirmed organisms live there.

- Well, one of these days I'll check up on the characteristics...

And, at that time, now Metius cut his breath and jumped in through the window.

He thought he'd fly straight to me, but he stopped suddenly on the sleeping table (bed). I thought you wobbled your honey-colored bright blonde hair and blinked your eyes.

"Sage Greca - Ma!? Well well!? Sorry to bother you..."

"It's a misunderstanding! Manu stayed up all night, I just fell asleep here..."

"But there's a mess in my clothes."

"No!? I was just rubbing my shoulder! I mean, what the hell, in a hurry?

When I caught Metius, I bent over forcefully to the jittery fairy in my hand and asked him right.

"Ah! That's right, sage Grecas! A magic letter just flew in!

"Magic...? Did a bird or something bring you here?

"Yes, it is."

Using owls and other birds to be like demons, carrying letters is a wizard's routine.

Long distance calls and communication of will usually have to rely on letters or early horses in this world.

However, wizards may use birds and small winged dragons (Wyburn) as demons to deliver letters to their opponents.

My communications magic and crystal ball communications are actually quite advanced, and there are not many wizards I can use.

"So, what about the letter and the bird?

"Over there......"

A small wing dragon (Wyburn) about the size of a crow descended on the window where Metius pointed. Body like a lizard on bat-like feathers.

He has a fine note on his mouth.

I approached softly and received a letter from Winged Dragon (Wyburn).

There's a crystal sphere, but it's either a sprinkled, heard-of wizard's letter, or a "fulfillment" around delivering it with this kind of old-fashioned magic.

I unsealed the seal after confirming on hand that there was no magic ceremony for the planting.

"Ho... this!

"What is it? Sage Grecas."

"Invitation. Next time at the Royal Castle of Metanostadt, we're going to the National Festival of Culture."

"Well! It's a festival!? I... I've never seen it."

It seems that the memories of the past, formerly the royal family of Metanostadt, have now largely disappeared, and Metius rejoiced when he heard of the festival at the castle and jumped up.

The sender of the letter was Pescinar, the girl with the face of Sobacus, who attends the Metanostadt Higher School of Magic, and Knox, a hairy one.

- Dear Sir Grekas, Great Sage, and Ladies and Gentlemen of the Sage Hall,

Are wise men spending any time today, when wheat colours golden?

I apologize for the tremendous disrespect that that verse has caused, and for lowering my head first.

Well, our higher school building is thrilled with preparations to host our first cultural festival in three years.

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If you'll excuse me, Master Grecas, the wise man, and all of you, I'd like to take your seats.

It said so.

The two of them who worked part-time at the ice cream shop apparently kept their promises and invited me to a cultural festival.

And there's also an autograph for "Principal of the Metanostadt Higher School of Magic, and President of the Royal Society of Magicians, Aphrase A. Jill".

I guess the first cultural festival in three years means that the Demon King's War is over and the general public can finally enjoy peace.

They used to know it as an event for school buildings and general public participation within the kingdom, unlike the last tough Royal Castle victory party.

Apparently, it's because I've never actually seen it myself. We came to this world almost four years ago, but that was when the army of demon kings was ravaging the world.

Search magic (Gogol) found materials and diaries for plans for cultural festivals.

"Yeah! You look forward to this!

The exciting news from a long time ago was that I was feeling my chest pounding.

Continued