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

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Early morning overnight from the feast at the Methius Tavern.

I woke up in my study bedroom. It's still dim outside, but by the window, little birds chirp in the morning.

The golden light rising from the other side of the wheat field plunges deep into the bedside.

The evening's booze is a pleasant wake-up call. Warm and comfortable in the blanket, both in the quiet autumn mornings when temperatures dropped. It's as comfortable as even a kitten is holding...... what!?

"No way!?

"Hmm..."

When I turned the blanket, Lentomia was asleep.

Eyebrowing at the exposed cold air, the elf-eared boy, um, stood quietly asleep in his underwear called string pants on the tank top.

I thought it was warm, but you leaned against me and slept. Skinny body swelling in search of human skin.

"Hmm, Gre..."

"Lentomia, when..."

Looking around in the study, Lentomia's clothes, which had been stripped off, were scattered.

Lentomia would have pulled us into the lab while we were having an evening feast, and she would have entered the study of magic ceremonies to humanize Princess Lana.

I guess I've been sneaking in since I went to bed, but I'm assigning a room to Lentomia as my own in the first place. If you don't want to use it, why don't I give it to Iola...?

Having woken up my upper body, I think blurry as I look at the face of the half elf sleeping defenselessly. Long, young, grassy hair is persisting on her cheeks with sleeping perspiration.

- Well, fine. Let's keep him asleep.

I stroked Lentomia's head and then blanketed her again and quietly rose out of her bedroom (bet).

"Oops."

Stretch out and wait for your usual voice. That is,

- Good morning, sage Grecas!

It is the voice of Metius, a light and energetic fairy called

"Good morning... sage Grecas..."

But what I could hear was a dark, sunken fairy voice, far from the morning atmosphere. It's also unusual to call yourself Metius, who is not well.

A fairy feather popped out of a book under her pillow glowed rainbow in the morning sun. The golden hair that looks just like the color of the wheat fields also flutters. but stalled along the way,

"Oh... la"

"Oops!?

It fell on the flirtatious and on my palm with no vigour as it was.

"What's the matter, you're not well?

"Sage Grecas... I don't know, I'm sleeping well"

Couldn't you sleep?

A fairy sitting on my palm with a girl sitting in her chair is nagging.

"I did something terrible in my dreams..."

"In a dream? What's the big deal?

"I... hold you, sage Grecas... that... kiss you... squirt...!

Metius covered his face with both hands when he said that far, and shook his head as he sifted embarrassed.

"Huh?"

Sure, Metius used to confess he was kissing me when I was asleep. What are you so panicking about now? If you're in a dream in the first place, isn't that all right?

"Master Grecas, the wise man, has a sweetheart who has made up his mind: Mr. Manuferno! I... for some reason, the evening was fluffy... the world was circling... in my dreams when I realized... that daring thing..."

I blush my cheeks like strawberries and scream cah. Metius is busy grabbing my thumb and shaking it, beating it with a petite.

"Hey, I'm not sure what you're talking about... I'm in a dream, and it's nothing, okay?

"It's not good! 'Cause I, like..."

"Maybe the effect of my drinking passed through the magic thread (Magiwire) to Meti?

"Alcohol...?

Metius lifts his face and blinks his blue eyes.

"Ha, well. Metti is part of my magic. No wonder the influence of alcohol is transmitted as it is. I guess that's why you had weird dreams."

"That's what... So my sin...?

"Sin? How many times do I have to be tied up if what I see in my dreams is a sin?

I accidentally laugh when I say it myself.

"Well! Even sage Grecas had such horny dreams!?

"Don't say slut or anything.... I'm a man and that's about it! Don't be embarrassed."

It is true that the contents of obscure dreams can be very unspoken. Speaking of which... I also think I dreamed that Metius grew up... but I don't remember him very well.

"Ugh. I'm kind of relieved."

"Whatever you want to say about your dreams, just put it in your chest."

"Right......, Sage Grecas"

Gently narrow your eyes and give your usual poor grin to the fairy Metius.

But behind the blue eyes lived such a light that I knew something of a secret pleasure.

- Ma, it's freedom to dream.

Because dreams are the nursery of the heart that God gave me, no matter what time man is free only his soul.

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From downstairs you can hear the good smell and sound of Riola baking bread.

The time is five in the morning. I can sleep till noon at my leisure. I wake up sick (...) early for me.

As she quickly changed clothes, Lentomia looked out of her thighs and bedside (bed). "Are you going to wake up already?" I whisper sweet temptations with a troll eye trying to sleep with me, but I have business.

"Lentomia needs to get some sleep, I'm just trying to help Riola."

"You're sweet, sage Grecas"

Whisper as Metius sits on his shoulder.

"No, that's not it..."

Riola, who usually bakes bread with Iola, but stayed up late last night at the Methius Tavern's second meeting - a meat-eating party - probably won't be able to wake up this morning.

I didn't mean to buy Riola's pleasure, I thought it was a chance to talk about Iola while I helped.

She suggested that with Princess Rana getting even better with Iola, we split the room because Riola is a good opportunity.

It seems that Iola also agreed to split the room with Riola, but as Iola, she revealed in her painful breasts that she wanted to split the room after being friendly and normal, not in the form of a quarrel breakup as a brother and sister.

That broker will work for me, too.

- It's my job to work for peace in the hall.

With that in mind, I open the study door and go out into the hallway.

The hallway is limp, shiny illuminating a floor slab with no polished dust in the morning sun to plug in. It will be due not only to the cleaning of Riola, but also to the work of Noremba, the convenience tool (gadget), and the mysterious maid slime I witnessed the other day.

"Looks like you're all still off."

"I'm usually asleep too..."

Really, walk down the quiet hallway. Is it just me and Metius and Riola in the kitchen that's happening so far?

Down the stairs there is a small entrance hall on the ground floor from which you can go to the living room dining room (and kitchen).

From the front hall on the ground floor there are two corridors stretched on the east and north sides, while the east corridor leads to two guest rooms. One room is used by Faria and the other is supposed to be Lentomia's room.

The other corridor to the north leads to the laboratory (lab) and the garage and warehouse behind it, with a shower room in front and a small room like the secret base of Pram and Hemperoza.

On the second floor, there's my bunk, a study (and a library), and next door is a small room in Manuferno.

There are two rooms in the corridor Zaki stretching to the east, originally the rooms of Iola and Riola, and another guest room. It's usually an empty room there, but Ergonote and Iola are sleeping there today.

and there were signs behind the corridor stretching east.

I see a suspicious figure snapping into the back ergonote and Iola's room door.

"... manuferno?

"Stuttering (surprise). G., Greg, hi."

Getting closer from behind and speaking up, wow!? and corrected his posture by fixing his uneven glasses like he ate bubbles.

Looks like the cartoon deadline is up, the face has ink and the silver hair feels flaky and terrible.

Is that a bug in Iola and Ergonote's room? What are you doing in the morning at all......

"Manu...... Because guys slept in the same room, there's no way it's gonna happen like you think, is there?

A monk with glasses who still has a peachy rotten brain is essentially obsessed with such delusions when it comes to changing his style.

It is natural that a brave man and a boy (Iola) who is also a former (...) disciple are in the same room, and they are too paranoid. Even me and Lentomia fell asleep in the same blanket, but there was no such thing as dust.

"Denial. No, this... because Mr. Slime was stuck at the door"

"Slime? Ooh!?

When I saw it, a thin red round "maid slime" snapped at the petari and door knobs. Are you peeking inside through the gap in the door instead of running away?

"What are you doing? This guy..."

"... Ouch, it hurts, Master..."

"It's okay, let's get out of here."

"Ugh, yeah."

"- Wha!?

"Silence. Sharaap! Brave Ergonote x Boy Iola, here I come. Ah!?

Manuferno runs his eyes blood and turns them into a runaway state, blocking my mouth in an aggressive fashion that's about to scream even more. From inside the room, I could hear a conversation that had nothing but an out-of-the-box feeling.

The maid slime is listening with a pull and all over her body. Manuferno lifted his ear up to the door holding my mouth down. I'll keep my ears close to the door, too.

"This... I'm not going in..."

"It only hurts the first time, if you get used to it..."

- Hey!? Oh, shit!?

Manuferno's hand, which blocks his mouth, sweats at once. When I realized it was Manuferno's on my back... well, my tits are pressed against my funni, but I can't afford to have fun right now.

"Nah, what the hell is going on in there!? It's early morning now..."

"Nose bleeding. Sorry if I draped it on Greg's head!?

"I mean, it's dripping! Already drooling!?

And because two and one of them weighed too much on the door, the inner opening door suddenly opened.

"- Whew!?

"Scream. Shh!

Why not! and me and Manuferno rolled into the room with the sight of a sticky cartoon.

It wouldn't taste good if a forbidden garden was unfolding in front of you! I thought I would roll out a white light version of Visual Regulatory Magic (Misera Lenin).

Now no matter what happens, the white light covers your sight... what?

"Wah!? Mr. Manu, too?

"Oh? What?

On the bedside (bed) where there was only one in the room, Ergonote and Iola sat amicably and did something. They both look like sleeping shirts.

Something… I mean, if you look closely, I was just trying to take off the "silver bracelet", one of the outfits Ergonote wears, and put it on Iola's arm.

"Oh, that... what?

"Is this it? I was going to give it to Iola, but it's mine, and it's bigger."

"Yeah, that's what I was adjusting for."

"I bent it and now I was having trouble getting tight... So, Grecas has a date in the morning for both of us?

Conversely, a brave man blinks and looks at us with interest.

There was a manuferno spanning over me when I fell. Besides, my nose bleeds.

"Yes, no... it's not. Yeah."

"Fantasy. Dreams are... awakening."

Continued