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

"I'm home now!

"I'm just here -!

Hemperoza and Plum jumped through the front door energetically. The outfit weaves on top of a piece of different colors, a uniform in the common school building of the kingdom with blue lines in white.

I picked them up in the living room.

Manuferno is sleeping in my room, and Princess Lana and Metius are blooming from princess to princess, in my room somewhat in love story (Coibana).

"Welcome back, Plum, Hempero"

"Grey."

Plum rushed over to the spot and grabbed my hand and jumped pimply. Twin-tailed scarlet hair dances.

The school building ends this morning. It's just before noon now, and if I don't give him something, he'll have time to get hungry.

But Pram isn't always hungry - he seems to have something he wants you to listen to, and he keeps holding my hand tight.

"Mr. Grey, Mr. Grey! Listen to me! The Plum painting is the first prize. Yikes!?

"Wow, wow, huh? Um... you got a summer painting?

"Yes it is -!

Plum laughs delightfully at Nicole narrowing her scarlet eyes.

Apparently, one of the summer homework choices was to paint the plum as something.

"Plum, does that mean school building representatives? For the next cultural festival......!?

"Yes -! They're gonna show it to everyone at the castle. Okay?

"Right! Ha, wow!

"My teacher praised me for being amazing."

The painting, in which a large number of people Plum had met, all of whom were friendly and holding hands as "friends," was an awkward but peaceful sight, with a soothing glow of mind.

Is that a symbol of peace, or does it seem to manifest reconciliation and coordination, and not perfect as a painting to be exhibited at the next cultural festival? I think it would be very nice if it were true already.

As for the painting, from the amateur me, it's the child's painting itself, but Manuferno, who saw Plum's painting, creased between his eyebrows mumbling, and with a serious look,

"Inspiring. A painting of the mind, not technology. I can't... draw. That's about as good a painting."

That's how he praised it, and if anyone sees it, they'll appreciate it.

Though it is sufficient that the plum is so happy on the rafters and corners.

Until when, a tense plum glances up at me with his eyes sparkling. I want you to brush your head and praise me already. It's a full aura.

"Ok, ok, wow, wow"

"Eh heh."

When I stroked my head, I held it in my chest. I also feel that the body of the thin, small pram is a little plump and growing up a little bit more than before.

I even got nervous rubbing my shoulders when I was in Manuferno, but why am I perfectly fine when it comes to Pram and Hemperoza? By the way, Lentomia's fine.

... Why?

Is that because you're a boy?

No, you don't...

As I was stroking the scented plum hair of the sun, thinking about what didn't matter, Hemperoza was looking at me over there with a more and more expressive look.

"Heh... a little painting on the pram, thank goodness -"

Grasp the hem of the piece with both hands, and muddle.

"Hempero, don't let it get you down. I finished my homework right, so that's it, okay?

"Even the painting of the eagle painted the sage so hard! I drew it, but... what... what a surprise to the wise man!

"Why not!?

He suddenly dashed to my chest and pressed his face gritty as he chewed his lips with tears and regret. It's a good place to hit eight.

Become a follower to see if the plum that was making me happy next door is no longer crawling with boulders either.

"Hempero's in the painting, so we're together."

"I also want to learn to paint with my sister Manu..."

"I feel like I'm going to be a painter in a different direction if I learn from Manu."

"To...? Speaking of which, Sister Manu, are you sure?

"Yes, you seem tired and sleeping now..."

momentarily, but pulls Hemperoza's hand as Plum came up with something.

"Hempero, we're making lunch snacks -!

"A little? That's a good idea."

"Here, what are you guys making..."

"That's... I think in the kitchen -!

It's the most dangerous pattern, but well, if you're going to do it, let me do it.

Speaking of which, Iola to Riola, what's wrong with Lentomia?

And when I looked out the window because I heard the voices of Riola and Iola, my twin brothers and sisters were about to walk back in friendly line.

Iola smiles, but Riola punches her brother (Iola) from time to time and releases a kick in the knee. Friendly...... right?

"I'm home! You know!"

"Io! Brother Gu, don't you say that!?

"I'll tell you!

"Silly! Silly!

"Slow down!"

Big! and Iola, who painstakingly avoids her sharp sister's punch. Seemed like a bit of a serious punch, though?

"Come on, brothers and sisters, I hope we're close, but if we don't do as much, we're gonna get hurt"

Iola and Riola, eyes of the same color on chestnut hair, face each other. Iola smiles, and Riola has a complicated face.

"Because..."

"Guru! He became the representative of my composition, the Cultural Festival!

"Ho!? The composition! Wow! It's called pram. It's an unexpected talent."

"No, I just wrote my feelings the way they were."

"I'm telling you that's no good! Silly Io!"

"Why not!?

"What the hell kind of composition did you write? Like an adventure on a summer island?

Then Iola had a Kyotong face, shaking her neck to the side.

"I wrote about Riola."

No way......? I see Riola's face. Reddish your cheeks and lift your eyebrows. It's an angry, complicated look like it's lit. No, although the degree of anger seems bigger in this case.

"Io, my sister is cute, its...... important or I want to protect her, that's the composition!?

Riola screamed like a blast with a bright red face.

Iola's courage and recklessness in submitting it as a summer vacation composition, no, I take my hat off savagely, but I also know how Riola feels. If a teacher reads something like that, he won't be able to wait.

Besides, if it were to be put on a cultural festival, that would be a public execution.

"... hup, ha. Oh, my God."

"It's not funny!

"Iola!"

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the living room.

Looking back, it seems that Manuferno, who had finished his short dormancy, held Princess Rana's t-shirt and stood at the entrance to the living room with Metius.

It was Princess Rana who shouted.

"... now... the real Death...?

Continued