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

- The village of Tibalagi, you say?

I seem to have made a difficult face, and Mihilia's husband panicked and despised his wife.

"Silly! You, su, excuse me. My wife's not used to traveling, she seems tired."

"You can see him, can't you? You."

The husband desperately stopped his wife, who continued to do so well, and pushed her into the carriage carrier. Wife Mihilia's gaze remains poured on Hemperoza until the end.

Hemperoza, feeling a little anxious, is circling around my back.

"Sage, let's go."

- Don't worry, I'm here. Please wait.

Grasp the hand of Hemperoza, who hits his sleeve, and gaze at him.

"... sorry. You seem to have reminded me of something hard."

"Oh no!? I'm sorry, miss... forgive me for being rude to your daughter."

"It's okay, 'cause I don't care about this kid"

"A little bit?

I let Hemperoza stretch out both cheeks.

"We are… those who have fled Tibalagi with their lives in the Demon King's War. The child also died then. My wife looked completely depressed and vain..., and when she saw a child around the same age, she called her name from time to time"

My husband kept his hat clenched by his chest and bowed his head many times. When I smiled and took control of it, I asked only one thing.

"Really...... But your husband, why did you decide to go to the village of Tibalagi? When people were coming back to the village, I heard rumors of the wind, too."

What is the purpose of this couple heading to a village bordering Prussia in the north when it is going to get cold?

If you want to hear about reconstruction and go back, it would be better to go back in the spring, but it would be more convenient to resume life and resume the field.

"Yes. In fact, we lived in seclusion, finding our way to work in the village of Shibo near King Methanostat. My wife and I were helping a small farmer... thinking about my dead daughter..."

I snorted quietly at the farmer who revealed a hard story about the first meeting.

Perhaps this man, too, wanted someone to listen to themselves.

"And the other day at the Cultural Festival, my wife and I saw a painting (...)... I thought seeing the paintings the kids drew would cheer them up a bit. So what caught my eye was a picture of the landscape of the village of Tibalagi."

"Picture...... is it?

- No way... that painting!?

I also saw Iola and Riola, a village painting that was painted by a boy named Lancarte Haas. Perhaps that's for sure.

"It was a very nostalgic village landscape. I remember those days when it was peace on a distant day. Kirika does laugh there too...... Oh, oh, excuse me. And we really want to see the village again with these eyes. No, to be exact, I wanted to see my daughter again."

Cold things crawl around my spine.

It also oddly fits with Iola and Riola's phrase, "I'm going to see your mother and father".

Something's wrong.

Is that magic? It's also advanced, like I can't even detect it in my anti-magic junction, if that kind of magic had been planted in a "painting"...

But I'll pry later.

"I see. So we go north"

"Yes, but... my wife believes it. When I see my daughter again... she's not supposed to be here anymore."

The man's words felt lost. Common sense in me and the grip that it can't be. But at least I believe in my wife.

"You, too, believe me... right?

Giggle, the farmer has frightened eyes.

The farmer nodded quietly. Not as much as his wife named Mihilia, but there seemed to be a smoking emotion behind this man's eyes that should be called something "dark hope behind" that he didn't even know what to do.

If you go to the village, you'll see the dead again - like you believe that, eyes like that.

"Could be......"

"I'll see you, in any way, I'm sure"

"Yes!

I would interpret the meaning of my words as "even as remains" if it were normal. But this couple was different.

Obviously, I'm wondering if I'll be able to see you alive.

"Dear Wizard, thank you so much for keeping up with the stories of people like us... Glad we could talk...... Ah! Um... Excuse me, I need your name..."

"Whoa, excuse me, didn't you name it? It's Grecas. Well, as you can see, he's a magician. Talk to me if you have any problems."

"Ah!? Oh, you, sage... Grecas!?

The farmer rounded his eyes. And you were listening. My wife faces me again from the carriage carriage in front of her, and she meets again and again in amazement.

The farmer keeps thanking us deeply with his hat in his hand.

I nodded small at the brown-haired couple and then turned my heel back with Hemperoza.

But in the meantime, I've always felt my gaze pointed from the carriage carriage carriage toward the brunette girl.

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I returned to the "Sage's Hall", which was sitting about a hundred mertes away.

The sun is hiding in the shadows of the forest and is beginning to dye the sky orange.

The fragrance oil lamp was already lit inside the hall to show the bustle.

"Ah! Hempero, where have you been -!?

Plum rushed over in an apron quickly.

"Shh, I'm sorry, Plum... go for a little walk to the wise"

"It's sloppy -!

Plum takes Hemperoza's hand and puffs his cheeks.

"Ha, let's go for a walk alone with Plum later instead"

"I did it."

Hemperoza came back to the hall and was horrified, she immediately gave her usual smile and shook Pram's hand.

"I knew if I wasn't with Plum, I'd be careful."

"Is that so? I miss Hempero, too."

Plum, with redheads wrapped in twin tails, smiled joyfully, rushing into the kitchen connected to the living room dining room.

The evening sun was dyeing the living room dining room orange.

Sounds like a dinner favor, and Riola and Manuferno are busy cutting vegetables and stirring pots in the kitchen.

At the table, Spiano sat back and cleverly peeled potatoes in the basket with a knife.

Plum seemed to be wiping the dishes.

If you look around, Faria and Lu are gone. Lentomia and Iola... upstairs? Metius is resting in the gap between the books in my study.

"If you're Mr. Faria, you're sleeping in your own room, sss. Tired of boulders."

"No, that's okay. What about Lu?"

"If it's a cat, I think it's outside."

Spiano rounded his blue eyes and pointed out.

"Thanks"

When I say thank you, I leave the front door again.

Without having to check the location of the enemy junction (circle) or tactical information display (tactics), the camp was quickly found because it was like an open square.

Lulu was a short distance from the building. Looks like he's in the middle of some conversation with a few... probably other carriage people.

As I approach him, Lu is wearing a sword (...) without fail and is dressed in a black long coat. A fine swordsman (Serveria) from anywhere.

"Ah, wise man (...) I am your lord!

I noticed my signs. Lulu looks back.

There were four men and women there. It's a combination of an elderly gentleman who looks like a parent, a young couple with a good width, and a girl in a cute dress with a cat stitch.

I'm a little pretty, probably a town merchant or something. Those who were in the rich carriage you can see over there seem unmistakable.

"What's the matter, Lu? And you?"

My gaze was pointed at me at the same time.

I stood beside Luroni and said so in a gentle tone before looking around at the people who were there.

In the face of seeing me, I could see the quiet surprise spreading. An old gentleman and his son-like twenty or so young men opened their mouths.

"Sage!? Ahhh......! It's an honor! I saw you once in Wang Du! Ah, I didn't expect to see you here! Ah!"

I greeted him gracefully even though I thought he was annoying, and I glanced at Lu.

"Lord Gugre, in fact, these people, they want to go to Tibalagi..., but they had trouble saying that the awkward man resembled a half-beast man who worked in the village"

Point your amethyst-colored eyes at me like Lu was confused.

Tibalagi Village again? I sigh in my heart. It would be the same for me and Lu who are the troubled faces.

"... are you a cat?

"Apparently. It seems that these people lived in the heart of the village of Tibalagi, but the child (...) died in the Demon King's War."

"I see."

I turned to a family of wealthy merchants and others and had a forced grin. Lift your glasses with your fingertips, and.

"Ha? I think I've seen you before too... uh, yeah! At the Royal Library of the Methanostat Great Cultural Festival, at the Painting Exhibition Hall?

"Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Ah."

I got a light dizziness.

I guess this family saw the painting too.

And doubt turns to certainty.

Definitely. All the faces here meet the dead (...) and go (...). That's the same thing with Iola and Riola.

I mean...

We are already embedded in some kind of intraoperative (...).

- Since when and where?

I admired it while I was at war. And I was feeling intense interest in "who" was trying to set this strange stage.

Continued