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

As a matter of fact, using Search Magic (Ghor) Image Search (Gazon), it is easy to find paintings of the village of Tibalagi painted by a boy named Lancult Haas.

I've already searched the picture, reflected it in tactical information display (tactics), and looked at it.

But from what I've seen, I can't find the magic trick that said this. I looked diagonally or narrowed my eyes and it was the same thing.

In the first place, in addition to the Iola and Riola brothers and sisters, the Metanostadt Grand Cultural Festival also looks at Hemperoza's paintings in Pram.

But not everyone wants to go to Tibalagi, driven by the "Mindfulness of Hope".

Riola and Iola very naturally seem to want to go home, with perhaps different "activation conditions" depending on the person.

Plum can't be desirable, and Hemperoza has gone through a "soul reset" or reincarnation (...). Manuferno says he doesn't even want to remember his parents or his hometown.

To me, my obsession with the "original world" is surprisingly thin. Aside from the fact that it is true that I was copied (...) through a hyperspace slime network, there seems to be a cause around there as well.

I asked Ergonote to "look for the painting" because I wanted to make sure of it.

If Ergonote says he wants to go to Tibalagi, driven by the desire to (...) by seeing the painting, one activation condition is clear.

Immediately (don't), is the effect limited to a person who is losing someone important and has feelings in his heart that he will miss strongly?... that is.

After dinner, I asked Iola and Riola about the painting I saw at the Metanostadt Grand Cultural Festival.

"I saw the painting... but I was wondering if I felt like I missed it"

"The roof of the red church in the centre of the village was well drawn. The fountain in the square and... and the feeling of the peaks of the Falkisos Mountains"

Iola and Riola recall saying that, but nothing unusual happened.

But when I say, "Father and Mother, I hope you find me," my eyes change color as soon as I say.

"I'm sure I'll see you. I think they're waiting for us at home."

"Yeah! I'm sure...... right!

You two have chestnut eyes, and you talk like you look terribly far away.

The magic of manipulating the mind of the person who saw the painting - or as if a powerful allusion were striking a wedge in the heart.

I found it slightly uncomfortable (...) as far as the painting is concerned, but that is a technical problem with the landscape painting that the student wrote, not so much as unnatural.

Or vice versa, with super advanced recognition agitation magic (imagine jammer), "no magic," "no anomalies," even considering the possibility of seeing (...) hanging (...), but it seems different.

"Hmmm...?

I feel like I'm doing a difficult riddle, but I can't find an answer.

But somewhere I thought it was funny.

If this turns out to be a harmless "peaceful purpose," I'd like to give the setup a great deal of applause by giving him a Wizard's Medal as well.

When I planted the crystal sphere I was talking to Ergonote, I checked the location of Lu and Lentomia with tactical information display (tactics).

Looks like they're scouting along the river about two hundred mertes from the hall.

Not completely blocked by forest trees, but no hostile reaction within a radius of two kilomertes.

The magic yarn (Magiwire) measures the enemy junction (circle) within a radius of 1 km. Even if you try to intensively scan (scan), the demon has no signs of dangerous wildlife.

"Keep worrying... I hope it ends"

But... wouldn't it be too quiet?

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In the end, nothing happened during the time Lentomia and Lu looked around.

The time is around midnight.

The lower string moon sank across the forest, and the darkness was getting darker and darker. The white night mist was getting in from the river and starting to drift around.

The river that flows by the camp is small about five mertes wide, but essential for water replenishment and rest.

It's a quiet night, so I feel like the sound of the river's spiral is all the louder.

At the garden tip of the hall are two "gate columns", remnants of the stone walls that surrounded the site, illuminated with crystal crystals at the height of the adult's back length.

It shines like a lighthouse, blurring the grounds of the hall.

I wove a sage's robe and was out in the garden one foot away.

Looking back, the lights disappear. The hall is quietly situated. I guess I'm even dreaming of happiness by now because I've decided to give everyone a break.

I spoke to someone who came out of the front door late.

"You look sleepy, Faria"

"Also, no problem. Even a boney demon will wake up as soon as he gets out."

"I hope I don't answer..."

"I don't care either way, I'd love to have someone with a sword."

Confirm the two swords that Gashari and lowered to his hips as Faria yawned small.

Do you exaggerate too much on boulders in your favorite giant battle axe (Battleax), choosing two well-rounded swords and tying them to your left and right hips? It's about 80 centimetres long, and only sturdiness is an unnamed specialty.

As Faria appropriately wrapped her silver hair around the ponytail, she quickly confirmed the tightening of the thin metallic partial armor (brate armor) that protects her shoulders and chest, hips and abdomen, and the shanks of her feet.

Dressed to tie armor over a long-sleeved, decorative jacket in skin-free trousers that do not expose the skin.

"Shall we go, then, to the... reconnaissance"

Faria says pleasantly.

"Well, it's like a walk at night"

I walked out side by side with Faria. On the inside of the robe there is also the fairy Methius, but it can be midnight, and he is half asleep with the utout.

Since the other carriages seem to have fallen asleep, my strategy is to detect them in the enemy junction (circle) while walking quietly.

Imagine a stone thrown into a quiet surface spreading ripples, and I spread a circle of magic thread (MagiWire) detection.

This is an active (active) detection (scan) by magic, but in my case, the magic yarn (MagiWire) is hidden (stealth) by making it look like a natural fluctuation so that the person doesn't even notice what they're detecting.

I walked about five minutes to Kawahara.

"Oh, my God, Greg."

Faria, who had few words, opened her mouth.

"What's up?

"... I'm hungry"

"You..."

"When we got back to the hall, we had the rest of Riola's soup!?

"Oh, oh... sure"

Faria's stomach growls. It's clean that I no longer care about women's power or anything, but the problem seems to lie in what I eat after this.

"And there was a ham hanging in the fireplace, wasn't there? Smoked."

"I'm getting hungry too if I'm talking... Nothing's going to happen tonight, let's go home."

"Agreed. The fog gets thicker at night."

When the female warrior said so, she snorted, sorry.

The smell of air and water on a wet night. But... there were signs of something.

Faria's emerald-colored eyes add slight sharpness. Keep your eyes open for a moment.

"Oh, it's a boring night"

And I stretched.

- Pretend you don't notice.

This is our implicit signal. Faria continued to tell Ham what to eat with her hands subtly attached to the pattern of the sword.

The white fog was rising from the river. It's a mist caused by the temperature difference between the cold air and the water at night. Looking around, I saw several carriages floating in white mist.

The fire nearby is about to go out.

By now, I guess people traveling by strange guidance are also falling asleep.

And something was moving in the white fog.

Precisely… the fog takes on the shape of a person and is grinding.

One... two.

- I don't respond to enemy junctions (circles)... so what!?

My spine is swollen.

There is no red light point on the tactical information display (tactics) in front of me that indicates enemy detection. However, by changing the detected magic fluctuations, the yellow light point is lit.

I can barely detect any reaction, but are the enemies also hidden (stealth) type magic or something so that they only look the same as natural objects, fogs, trees, and rocks, erasing the signs?

If this is a human being, it should only look like fog.

It is only with the power of Phalia, a warrior of qualities and battle cans, and a wise man who detects and visualizes the magic of his surroundings in the form of tactical information displays (tactics).

"Greg, are you a Necromancer - a demon?

Faria pulled out her sword and was about to get fit, but I quietly took control.

"Sage Grecas, something...... I'm here!

Metius peeks a surprise face from the inside of his chest with a glimpse.

"Recognition Disrupting. You're an apprentice warrior, I'm a new American wizard. Don't let Meti come out."

"It's not right for you to do it..."

"Ha... yes!

Whispering like that in my ear as I hit Faria on the shoulder, I unfolded the Recognition Agitation Magic (Imagine Jammer). Furthermore, the exterior change (metamo outer skin) turns the appearance into a poor phase (...).

And I heard voices.

………………

"Hisohiso.................."

Voices, by that I mean small. It's like the sound of a tree leaf shaking, a creepy voice.

Me and Faria set our sights on each other and walked out.

"... oh no..."

"Something to be noticed... such an amateur... wizard..."

The sound of pomegranate sounds, but it's the footsteps of me and Faria stepping on the stones of Kawahara.

The white fog shadow appeared rather vague in the corner of his sight, on all fours, long stretches and relaxes.

"... kihiki... looks delicious... soul..."

"... offerings... when you... are unacceptable..."

"I know... ooh..."

The shadow of the white fog seemed to peek into the carriage from time to time and move quickly away from the sultry to the next carriage.

I thought it might be a Necromancer, but I decided that the magical excitement of remote clairvoyance seemed like this.

Urgent time passes.

But this revealed some involvement.

Sorcerers of advanced power, I'm pretty sure they see at least multiple people involved.

- Finally, I got my tail out.

Continued