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

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"We will now present the winners of the Methanostat Grand Cultural Festival and the National Painting Exhibition"

The host's voice echoed with applause and cheer.

"Announcement. Here we go. Why would I be nervous?

"Manu's peer magazine is getting mixed up and actually winning awards or... do you?

"War. Don't make me imagine that horrible!

Me and Manuferno laughed small in applause.

The sound of a hand banging echoes in the large hall of the library with a ceiling as high as it looks up. There are more than two hundred people looking around.

The aristocratic class, including the mother and son of the Marquis of Beresford, whom I met earlier, can be seen, but others will be the painted person in the uniform of the school building and his entourage.

Races are also varied, and those with skin colors, eye colors, and hair colors that can be seen with the people of the desert, the people of the sea, and the people of the north meet together.

Some of them seem to be beautiful female students with half an elf or young men with a rough body that draws the blood of a half-beast.

Returning the back, no discriminatory selection has been made that draws the will of some aristocrats who make the skewed claim that "cultural art belongs to the superior us, the pureblood aristocrats," which gives the impression that it is equal and fair.

At the end of the gaze, applauded by all standing, is a stage-high stage in the front of the Great Hall. There I saw Princess Courtilt Snuvel, First Princess of Metanostadt, sitting in her chair.

Blue eyes glowing like jewels on a neat face like an elaborate doll. And the golden wavy hair stretched up to the waist is brilliant in the sunlight that slips diagonally through the skylight.

Worn around you is a light blue dress that brings out blonde hair. Beautiful shoulder lines, clavicles and a peek to the chest, long enough to cover the foot.

The lucky people, who were able to see the princess of a great power called Metanostadt at a distance within reach, look with their eyes overwhelmed by its beauty and elegance and floated with fever.

"Greg! She's a beautiful princess!

My eyes sparkle so much that I say there are no more prams, and he grabs my arms and shakes them in an excited way. I guess "princess" is still an admirer for girls.

By the way, three judges are sitting beside him, the highly regarded Ega Womine with Metanostadt I's paintings, and Tukne Kuneis and Tri Agur as guest judges from neighboring countries with a tense face.

But the eyes of the crowd still seem to gather in the First Princess.

"Yeah, the princess is very pretty. We have a princess, by the way."

I'm a little mean to ask.

"Ooh?... Ah! Faria, it's my sister and Larna!?

"Correct"

Faria is a princess of the Loudens (...), and I know that Larna is a princess of the Slime tribe, and so much so in Pram.

"It would be beautiful if we both wore dresses."

The pram said, "Why aren't you wearing it?" I smile unwittingly because I turn the expression on me.

"Sister Faria needs to wear it, because Princess Lana is flat."

- But. Actually, there's another one here...

"Wow, beautiful! But... do I look a little like Metius?

It seems that Hemperoza, well resembled Methius sitting on my shoulder with the princess we all pay attention to.

Metius is supposed to be the fairy that came out in the back of the library, but he doesn't know who he really is except me. Even in person has vague memories of life in the first place, so I can't help it.

"Oh, it's an honor, Hemperoza. I don't feel like that princess is someone else, either. …. If they ask you this, you'll be scolded for being rude."

Metius grabbed me by the collar and smiled troubled.

"Guidance, aren't you a fairy princess too? That's why I feel that way."

"Well! Sage Grecas, I'm just glad to hear that."

It seems that Metius thought I made a joke (...), and when he laughed Ugh, he held his mouth with his little hand and turned again to the princess on the stage.

Who in this room would realize that the princess on the stage and the fairy (Meti) were ex-sisters? I will take this truth to my grave. If I were known, I'd be the undetected one who uncovered the Royal Castle's contraindications.

"I feel somewhat out of place..."

"Io could really have come with a composition, too."

"Rio, don't say that anymore. I thought about it, too."

Iola makes her mouth a letter to with a difficult face to Riola's words.

"Hmm? I hope so."

"If I did!

"Yes, sir."

On my oblique front, two heads of the same hair color were chamfering at my fingertips when I said hiccups. I'm sorry to hear about Iola's composition, but there will be another way to use her talents.

There is also Lulu with prominent cat ears and Spiano with dripping dog ears beside him, looking out at the princess. From time to time I can't even hear what Lu's ears are talking about, like standing perfectly aside or diagonally facing forward, but somehow it's interesting to get a glimpse of what he's thinking.

While we were looking at the paintings and compositions here, Iola finished her shopping in the stalls outside, where she joined Lulu, Spiano and Riola, who were just on their way to the library.

"Er, even more today, we are inviting special guests who will be delighted!

When the applause stopped ringing, a young man dressed like a priest working as a host proclaimed in high spirits with audio-extended magic (megaphonia), pointing to the shadow door of the pillar behind him.

Ahead of everyone's gaze simultaneously stood a large man who came in the costume of the royal family of Israel.

A deep, fierce face of moat in red hair, drifting from all over his body - it was the brave Ergonote Rical.

Ooh! And the venue grows.

"Ha! Hey, guys, how are you doing?

Ergonote smiles like he pasted and waves at the gathered crowd. The applause is no less popular than that of a princess than it is of a boulder.

"Brave man. Ergonote...... kind of not done?

"Hmm? You sure you don't have an aura?"

"Lord Grey! Lord Ergo's eyes are half dead!?

Hiddenly Lu looked back at me and complained with his mouth.

Are you sure you're less energetic or less hectic than your usual ergonote? You said you broke up with the princess in the first place. What do you mean you're gonna compete at an event like this amicably?

And, as Princess Snoovel stood up and greeted her, the venue quieted back like it had struck water.

"- Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming together. This time we would like to award blessings and medals from the Kingdom for outstanding paintings and writing by students gathered from all over the country."

- - The judgment will be carried out fairly (omitted) with me and the brave Ergonaut holding hands directly to the children responsible for the future of this country.

And, the princess finished her opening remarks.

But in the meantime, Ergonote and I never glanced at each other, nor stared at each other like lovers.

"Ahhh...... Princess, please forgive me for cheating on Mr. Ergonot."

"Agreed. You're not even supposed to forgive me"

Spiano and Manuferno whisper.

"But, princess, you only saw Mr. Ergonaut once, didn't you?

Riola joins the fight.

"Ora noticed that too!

"It's really a moment, but I don't know..."

"Others. Those were... cold eyes to look at others"

Riola looks at Iola by imitating her eyes.

"Ugh, huh?

The effect is outstanding, and it looks like Iola's mental strength has been shredded.

"" Yes, yes!

Manuferno and Spiano, already aware of the circumstances, could not have missed the change in the expression of Ergonote and the princess.

From the slightest greeting time and the way the two look, the women's club members analyze the situation instantly.

The venue is flourishing but confused, hissing, that's where the chatter continues.

"Completely work, yes! I just felt like I was working."

"Mr. Ergonote, it would be hard"

Riola looked worried and turned her gaze to the brave man with a drawn grin.

The analytical skills of women members are not possible with my tactical information display (tactics).

Me, Lu, and Iola from the men's team left behind waited quietly for the time to pass, hoping there would be no firepowder coming down this way.

"The Gold Medal is...... Methanostat Elementary School Building, Yoshio Beresford Kun! By the way, Yoshio-kun is the son of Marquis Hansford."

Apparently, the highest gold medal was taken by that Zamas parent and child white tights boy.

He goes up on the stage with his nose high and receives a medal and awards of remembrance from the princess and ergonote as he is applauded.

The nobleman's son was a gold medal, and some of them looked slightly sinister in the venue, but when the painting by the White Tights boy was carried on the stage again and decorated, a convincing twist and applause boiled from the venue.

The painting of the knight, whose model would be his father, was a Rin piece with a sword against a bright sun background and a shield with a dragon crest. With this completeness and skill, no one will disagree with the Gold Medal.

Me and Manuferno applaud each other.

In the Metanostadt cultural area, recognition is given from what receives the highest praise, followed by a gradual silver medal, a bronze medal and a way to go down. After one gold medal, two silver medals were chosen.

The silver medal was a native of the village of Sibo, south of Metanostadt, the semi-beast man. They draw some kind of blood from a wolf, and they are much bigger than other children.

But the painting I painted was surprisingly delicate, a painting of the King's Capital surrounded by flowers.

The other was a daughter of nobility, against the background of a large round moon, a painting of a flying dragon and a knight with a sword. At first glance, it looks like a dream story, but it depicts a real person.

- Hmm? Round moon, dragon and... sword?

I looked familiar with that combination. It's a painting of the back alley outside, an abstract painting of Weir the Dog Ear Girl.

But in retrospect, I didn't see the painting "I've been decorating it on my own". Has it still been removed?

While I was thinking about it, the awards and presentations went on.

'Come on, next is the announcement of the Bronze Medal. Three points have been chosen for this one too!

Now the place of birth and name were read out to keep standing.

"Metanostadt, Royal Fourth School Building Representative: Photonola Monohardt"

The applause and cheer boil. Apparently, he's here with his classmates. It's a lot of excitement.

"Village of Feinovoci, Royal School Building Representative: Plum Grecas"

"To!? I did it! To the pram!

"Ooh? Plum?

When Pram looks at me, Hemperoza, and me alternately on the stage, I'm amazed at the incredible face.

"Ha! You did it, Plum!

I'll stroke my head.

"Name. He's Greg's kid."

"That's okay. I wrote it."

"Relief. Good for you, Plum"

"Yes it is -!

Manuferno smiles gently.

In fact, being a representative of the school building inevitably translates the name Pram, but a single name alone is an orphan of unknown origin. Then he instructed me to write Grecas, the wizard's name, on the roster because he seemed cute.

I'm not married, I'm like a "roommate".

Because in the first place, the name "Grecas" itself is the provisional name of my wizard, not the real name "True Name (Core)".

"Heh! Get on the stage, get on the stage!

By the way, in the case of Hemperoza, I'm just worried about whether I should write the Demon King's name, but something will go wrong, so if you need this one, you can put your Greca name on it as a "roommate".

And the third person was read out.

"Tibalagi Village, Royal School Building Representative: Lancult Haas"

"What...!?

"Our... village!?

When the third painting was chosen, Iola and Riola raised their chestnut eyes to one another with a surprise look on their face.

That was because it was once an exhibition from the village of Tibalagi, one of the villages supposedly destroyed in the Demon King's War, where the two came from.

Continued