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

"Stars...?

To my whine, the painter girl moved her dog ears ticklishly.

Light black, thin hands and feet peek into a dry earthy rubbed off piece. Brown hair as long as the shoulders is pinned to the sides, and deep green eyes associate somewhere Spiano. The end of his eyes is slightly down, but his mouth is tied to a single horizontal letter, giving him a picturesque expression of displeasure.

In a corner of the back alley a little far from the bustle of the Free Market on Boulevard (Bazaar), the dog-eared girl was sitting on the ground selling paintings.

It has several paintings lined up in narrow areas just for rugs, with buildings like shared houses where extremely small rental rooms have been gathered. The paintings are all abstract paintings of a dark light painted in a black contest.

At least it wouldn't be a beautiful "painting" that the city's residents like to buy.

"Do I look like a star...?

"No, I just kind of thought so. This... is the painting you painted, isn't it?

"Otherwise I'm not selling it"

When I said Bosoli without affection, I finally looked up and slowly glanced at me, Plum, and Hemperoza.

At least you saw us that the bad guys wouldn't look like, and you lifted your guard, and when you saw the fairy sitting on my shoulder, you circled your eyes like you were surprised.

"Fairy... I've never seen it before."

"Nice to meet you. Strange painter."

Metius bows flutterly on his shoulder.

A half-beast girl with dark green eyes shining and dog ears is blinded by fairies. But he immediately leaned down and held his knees with both arms, pointing his dark gaze to the ground.

"I don't know, but you look happy"

Look at the plum and hemperosa clothes you just bought, and my robe, which would look splendid, for a moment only, and turn a blind eye.

"Do I look that way?

"At least more than me."

"A really unhappy person can't paint. You... at least paint, right?

I sieve my ears into my words and think for a while, but with a face like I was somehow convinced, like I noticed something, I stared up at my face.

"Brother, you're like a wise man."

"I'm a wise man for once."

"... No way"

"Ha"

I crouched down and took a picture. I thought it was a triangular pattern that seemed to be a sword-inspired shape, and the round areas painted behind were mosaic color-coded with dark black and light gray, and white areas. If you look closely at the square shapes, it's a dragon crest or something.

- Swords and... stars, and dragons?

Even if the sword is a symbol of something, the whole shape seemed to me to describe a star, or planet (...), but in this world the star of the night sky is believed to be a gem.

The dragon that protects the treasure and the sword... is that a warrior?

But I remember this feeling.

It was also similar to the ghost (kasu) heartbreak when Iola and Riola first came to me and heard about their dream about the dark that Riola had seen.

Not so much anxiety, but there are indications of a future.

It also resembles that hunch that it should be better to keep it somewhere in your mind.

"Who painted this picture?

Pram peeked into the painting and knocked his little neck strangely.

"To the pram, I guess that's why this painting kid drew it..."

"No, it's not. - Hempero, Mr. Gugre! I didn't see the painter, but I drew it -!?

Pram grabs my arm and shakes it. You want to say, "I've never even seen it with my eyes, I'm drawing something," although it conveys something that I can't convey with my feelings and thoughts in words successfully.

"Pram, think of Sister Manuferno. Nah, I don't care, you're just drawing paranoia and imagination, right? That's what it is."

"Mmm?

Plum tied his mouth and bent his brow.

"I see it, though."

"I see...?

The poor portrayed girl nodded small with a grin at the plum that way.

In any case, I decided to buy this painting. When I asked him a few questions, he said he was genuinely surprised that he was going to buy it. Then he looked happy and said that the price could be even higher.

The market for the currency of this country can be bought in silver coins (...) for one hand size round bread. One goldo for ten silver coins. One goldo can buy the biggest ham and bread my family has three meals.

Manuferno's peer magazine has three golds a book. Actually, books are a pretty fancy luxury. Ten golds to twenty golds per person per night in Wangdu's inn.

Pictures change in value depending on who sees them. There will be people who feel sorry for even one silver coin like this, but I decided to pay three goldos.

Because of the idea that even if taken by a greedy landlord or parent, one or so would remain on hand.

"If so, what's your name?

"... wir le vier"

It was the name of an unheard heterogeneous pronunciation mix.

A name that sounds somewhat like Luroni, but my search magic (Ggol) and translation magic (Yactus) detected the words of a half-beast man living in the north of the desert and autonomously translated and displayed meaning in front of me.

- A daughter with bird eyes.

It seemed to mean that.

"My paintings are now decorated in the library."

At the breakup, the girl who named herself Weir said. Does that mean that as the same school building representative as Plum?

"Well, it's amazing to be chosen to represent the school building."

"No. I stuck it on my own"

"Come on, let's do it!

"Then we'll also look at Wee's paintings -!

"Let's see!

When I said goodbye, I decided to round up the painting, put it in my chest pocket, and go back to exploring the mess again.

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"Fatigue. Already... Mulli today"

"I've never seen anything like that before."

"I'm tired, but I got a part-time bill. Thank you, Mr. Manu!

"Bonus. Use it."

"Sweat, that's my reward"

"Larna hasn't done anything..."

Manuferno and Iola, as well as Lentomia, are having a conversation in a way that they have been able to break. The peer magazine also seems to have sold out, intoxicated with accomplishments and looking quite in a good mood.

It's hard to get a chance to see Lentomia laughing naturally like that, always a little further away and often drawing more lines with people than I do.

Both Iola and Manuferno seem to enjoy it, and Princess Rana, who has endured it as a "painting" all along with Iola's chest, is now enjoying the taste and openness of sweat.

After lunch, we joined Manuferno and came to the Royal Library of Metanostadt to serve what could be considered the main purpose of this journey.

The Royal Library is a place integrated with the castle, and I've been there many times. The ground floor part is a common structure with the Royal Castle of Metanostadt.

Looking up, Metanostadt boasts a majestic royal castle and a huge white spire stands beside it toward heaven. Perhaps the castle will have a height of 100 Merte and the spire 150 Merte.

Huge stone buildings are classified as some of the oldest buildings in the country. The stone columns lined with many are weathered and coloured, giving a majestic and heavy atmosphere.

"Ooh! It's here! I've been here with Greg before!

"Heh! When you get lost in the sage!

"Oh, that's not a good time..."

It was also behind the sealed upstairs of this Royal Library that Princess Methius' soul was trapped.

When Metius, sitting on his shoulder, looked at me, he had the gentle smile as usual, and it wasn't even the wind that cared about anything special.

"Here's a picture of a pram -?

"Oh. I've got a lot of paintings from other school kids, let's see."

"Yes it is -!

- Special exhibition venue for national paintings (here! Make yourself at home!

and signs are put up.

And when I saw it, it said the names of the members who would review this painting.

"Mm? Judge......!

- Ega Womine, Higher School of the Arts, Metanostadt

- Tri Agur, Special Art Teacher, Marino Serese Correctional Corps

- Neo Isravian court painter Tuknay Kneis

"Here, these guys..."

That was a name that looked familiar and sounded familiar.

Continued