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

"Oh. I'm busy... sort of"

…… Is something wrong?

It's not a big deal.

Faria's voice sinks slightly.

I woke my torso from my comfortable Faria knee pillow. Of course, now be careful not to hit the chest (...).

I am intensely thirsty and my body craves water.

When I woke up, Faria propped me up on my back.

I'm flustered, but it seems to be okay now. What the female warrior wore was a tailored coat-like style of uniform worn by executives.

The buttons on the chest are boldly removed, but I guess I can't help but cramp in the first place, such as tough clothes.

"With all the trouble...? Talk to me about anything."

"I'm really fine. It was more fun. I've been having a dinner party with all the Teaching Warriors!... at a welcoming party."

"Oh? Right! Isn't that amazing... that's what we're talking about, 'hey'?

"Well."

Faria responded briefly, but shut up like she had something in mind.

I got so worried. It's a fancy personality that doesn't usually care about details...

If you think about tomorrow's work, it should be a good time to take the lodging in Wang Du.

Yet Faria drove her horse out onto the streets of darkness by herself and returned to this hall in the neighbouring village, which would take a moment with her horse. Is something wrong?

Teaching Warriors...

According to Search Magic (Ghor), graduates of the kingdom's higher school buildings are places where they aspire to be executives (careers) of the kingdom's regular warriors.

As well as physical strength and combat skills, it seems to be an institution that builds intelligence to flexibly perform operations and develops talented people who become "field commanders". That's where Dickamaran's Six Heroes, the strongest warrior, Faria, was assigned as a special instructor. The students will be thrilled.

Not only is Faria strong, but Falia is beautiful no matter who sees her, and if the bloody young people want a welcome party, or a drink if they're adults, there's no reason to want anything.

That means spoken out...... or something?

"It was fun... right?

"The welcoming party was fun. But... I knew I was thinking about Grecas and Plum and everyone else. I just wanted to see everyone by the end of the day."

"Faria......"

I felt my shoulders fall out.

"You gave me a welcome banquet, but I... I can't swallow alcohol, and, uh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about getting it over with. Ahhh! Already! How rude and stupid am I... would I have been offended?

Ugh, Faria sneezed her head and covered herself beside her desk, lowering her hips to a nearby chair and stuck to her desk.

I laugh bitterly at a female warrior who shows an unexpectedly delicate side.

"... ha. Well, if you were sitting at the end of the welcome banquet and smiling, no problem."

"Is that right...?

"Yes. Don't worry."

Faria stumbled, blinking her eyes with only her face pointed this way. My hair, which I put together in a half-up, drips off saggily on my back.

"If Greg says so, so be it."

When I snorted quietly, I drank a lot of water from the water.

Um, my head still cracks. But if you ask me if I will ever drink again... then I have a self that isn't.

"But you're like a homesick kid, aren't you?

"Yeah, you're right. I'm kind of laughing at myself, embarrassed."

Stick your face against your desk again and squeeze the silver cup that was nearby.

A stunning silvercrafted cup has deformed into a "silver pile".

Next door, the brave Ergonote is still snoring. When Faria reached out softly and picked her nose,

"... Huh!?

and ergonote freaked out his shoulder. It's funny how it goes, and I laugh at you two.

"It's not embarrassing or funny. How dare I... I don't want to get out of here instead of being homesick?

"Ha ha, Grecas is the same...... But isn't it annoying to come all of a sudden like this?

"I thought you were going to say even more now. You're free to come anytime you want, right? What kind of reluctance is that? You're welcome in the morning, at night, at any time of the day. Even the room is empty, right? I mean... this is our (...) house, right?

"I'm glad you said that..."

The silver-haired female warrior finally flaunted her face.

This sage hall seemed to be a "place to go" for Faria as well.

Needless to say, Pram and Hemperoza, this is the "house," and so is Manuferno, which is not addressed to anyone else. So are Riola and Lu and the others in Iola who have lost their homeland.

Even Faria, who has a hometown to go home to, doesn't mind using this place as a base as much as she likes.

When I thought about it, I forgot the spiciness of my headache and my joy grew sexually.

At the same time, hunger.

"Oh, you're kind of hungry"

Faria suddenly stood up as she remembered something there, combing her messy hair with her fingers and then removing a large piece of wrapper from the bag she had placed at the edge of the table.

"So I remembered. The meat that came out at the dinner party was awesome! Look, I got souvenirs, too."

Wrapped in rowe paper, it was a roasted beef with a sauce that seemed to do so.

"If you think it smells kind of good, that's it! That sounds delicious."

"That's it. So let's eat back."

"Ah!"

"... hmm? Meat… has a fragrant smell"

Muri, and Ergonote are back. My eyes are only half open, but I wake up with the smell of meat, and boulders are members of the Meat Union (Meatier).

"Wah!? Ergonote's awake."

"Damn, you still have the same nose."

"... hey Faria. You smell so good."

The subtle rhetoric is drunkenness itself, but when Faria stares bitterly at the ergonote with a killer gaze, she swims her red copper eyes,

"To, the meat. Ah! Even when it comes to meat, it's about the meat of Faria..."

I added, but I shouldn't have told you. When Ergonote panicked, it was already too late for Faria's genius to capture the brave man's head.

"Ouch!"

The time is after ten o'clock at night. It's decently late for a night meal, but, well, it'll be good about today. The Metius Tavern, which for some reason has changed from a tavern to a butcher (...), is not bad either.

At that time, the living room dining room door opened with a gi...

When I saw it, Iola stood there. He loosens his chestnut eyes with the light of the lamp and looks like he's about to cry.

"Iola? What's going on? No way... I had a scary dream... how old can I be?

Faria approached and called out.

Iola, with her luggage for some reason, alternated between me and Faria. And with a voice that's going to lean down and disappear,

"Riola kicked me out of my room"

"Iola and Riola, you can't fight, Dace..."

Princess Lana, who remains stuck on her shirt, is also bending her eyebrows softly.

"Huh?"

"They told me to split the room from today..."

Iola, who was biting her lips, couldn't take it anymore, spilled a grain of tears. Shoulder trembles with a mocking, sad, intricately distorted face.

"Riola...?

From the daytime composition incident, I guess the stuffing with Princess Rana and the relationship between Iola and Riola are in the worst shape.

At first glance, they also thought they saw signs of recovery, but they might still steam back again if we put them in one room together and not go well.

If it was a diversion, I'd hit my inner tongue.

Above all, they're not children forever.

Maybe it's time to split the room, but I also feel kind of sad about splitting it up in this way.

"Iola, cheering up Dace. Me, if you're with Iola, you can have it in the garage or in the grass. - Shh. '

…………

Iola with a dark face stays on her knees.

Today would be a day when there was nothing good but a composition.

But Ergonote laughs and invites him in a bright voice.

"Ha! Let's go in first. Let's go here, boy!

"Hey, Ergo, don't drink."

Faria stabs the nail.

"Don't worry about the room. But tonight, it's either me or Ergonaut in the same room, but there's a bedroom."

"Guru......"

"Iola, if you're a man, booze... not. Meat, let's eat meat! Something sad happened to me too... Grecas inspired me, and the rest is meat! You're gonna recover with meat!

"Iola, aren't you hungry?

"Actually, I can't have much dinner either..."

"The juice is also thin, Dace..."

When her stomach cries, Iola rubs her eyes with mess and sleeves. Didn't you go through your throat for dinner with your beloved sister?

Iola lowered her hips prompted by Faria.

I'll sit down next to Faria, too. From right to right, Ergonote, Iola, me, and Faria and I were in a row, each of us splitting the meat.

Shouldered along the way by ergonotes for a puzzling look, but as Faria cheeked a dripping roast beef of thinly sliced gravy, her eyes rounded.

"Delicious..."

"Oh, I suppose so. Sad or hard... humans have to eat and go forward."

Faria stared quietly at Iola, who wept and Ergonote, who narrowed her eyes far and lonely, but eventually mouthed Pacri and meat.

"All right! Tonight I'm going to hang out with stupid men as Meat Union (Meatier) too!

"Ha, Faria! You have to come! So, neither do you, first of all, have a drink... oh that!?

"So you can pour the liquor?

Faria laughs nicely and the ergonote flashes when she sees a cup of crushed silver.

"Oh, boy."

The darkness of the light on the scented oil lamp seemed very gentle at all this time.

Continued