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

"We have defeated all dangerous demons. Nothing to worry about."

When the man in the white monk's uniform said so in a calm voice, he slowly walked to make sure between the Blue Ghost (Blue Orga) wreckage (Muru) and eventually turned his gaze to us again.

The man with dark hair tied like a magpie hid his fingertips with a long monk's clothes sleeve (so).

White monk garments like long robes, where no buttons or knot strings are found, are embroidered in geometric silver on the hem (soot) at the foot and on the sleeves (soot) covering the arms.

An unfamiliar garment, but probably representing some class (...).

- I'm not wearing a sword...? Are you some kind of wizard? For example, who are the Blue Ghosts (Blue Orga) knife wounds (...)... You have company?

Only one question comes to mind after another.

Luroni, who jumped back to surprise at the sudden appearance, and Lentomia, who asked me how it was right behind me, was unconsciously forming a reverse triangle.

Even if we don't say a word to each other, our sense of vigilance toward men who don't know their identity makes them so.

If you let me make an excuse for being surprised, I'd be distracted by the fluctuations of the Blue Ghost (Blue Orga) and lag behind the detection of the interpersonal kingdom (...).

I suppose he cleverly hid himself in the magic of the cover-up (stealth) system, but it's not like he couldn't detect it if he looked carefully. Detection discrepancies with Lentomia and Metius would also be one means of seeing through stealth.

But this man, given the circumstances, must be one of the ghosts (...) of the evening fog (...).

Or you should assume you're one of them and respond.

"This was... unexpected (...). The information from the remote scouts isn't going to be Ate either..."

As the man looked around at us, he could see his face with his hands on his bumps and jaw.

If the word scout squad (...) is referring to the ghost of the evening mist, it is also counterproductive for a man to tilt his neck.

In other words, if the ghost of the evening was checking the carriage and the number of people heading to Tibalagi, our appearance would be unexpected (irregular) for the other party.

Because it's supposed to be tomorrow for a regular carriage to pass through here.

We got off the "Sage Hall" which has traveled about three times faster than a regular carriage, and if we tried to be this guy, it would have felt like it "accidentally" appeared.

- - Suppose it's this guy's job to eliminate all the dangers he might encounter in the carriage aisle and ensure the safety of the carriage group that would pass by tomorrow...?

Iola could not swallow such a situation, and she lay herself against a man without her sword. I held Iola quietly in my hand there.

"Iola, put the sword away. Not the enemy."

"Huh...? Oh, yeah."

"He defeated a dangerous demon. Look around you."

"Demons... these, these ghosts all alone?

"Oh, probably."

Magpie looked at Iola with a surprising look on her face and put her sword in her sheath. The magpie man narrowed his thin eyes further and found that she was...

Regardless, "not the enemy" is a care to avoid inadvertent combat.

It's more boring to be bad and spearheaded this way than the other guy says not to worry.

"Did the boy warrior in the tour (...) feel agitated when he saw the remains of the Blue Ghost (Blue Orga)? I don't have a choice, hahahaha."

The man laughed a great deal and showed it.

Iola looks mucky, but has self-control over the boulders. I quietly let go of my hand from the pattern of the sword I was squeezing.

"My people have been rude. My hometown of Tibalagi was nearby and I felt like I was standing there."

I smiled quietly without taking my eyes off them.

"Hmm......, what is home?

A man still expressed interest in the village's name.

"We are traveling from Metanostadt to Tibalagi. We joined our friends in the port town of Popolato, and then we were aiming for Tibalagi... on an unfamiliar road, we lost our way..."

I shrugged my shoulders and glanced at Lulu, Iola, and Lentomia. It's a trick that would have seemed troublesome and bitter to them.

"Ho? Take the road through Popolato...... I see, that was difficult. The journey... on foot?

"Yes, through the woods, in this lake where I reached… I found the skeletons of the Blue Ghosts, and I was very upset."

I lied dignified with my head.

There is no doubt that the man who emerged suddenly annihilated the Blue Ghost (Blue Orga) clan. Though fellow sword-users may be lurking, the cruelty and combat power hidden are immeasurable at the moment.

The man in white monk clothes who appeared following the foggy ghost of the evening...

I'm sure there's something creepy going on, but I just wanted to avoid becoming a battle before I knew what my opponent was waiting for in Tibalagi.

In the first place, they still don't know this trait (...).

- Now I want as much information as possible (...).

I sent my thoughts through the magic thread (Magiwire) directly connected to Metius, who was hiding himself softly in his chest pocket.

"Analyze the magical traces they are inspiring, passively (passively) without leaving one"

"Okay, Sage Grecas."

Not long ago Metius returned a short reply.

Now I should only be able to get information about them without inspiring any magic on my part, that is, giving them information about this side.

After that, I'm only concerned to say that the improved (...) recognition agitation magic (Imagine Jammer) that I'm rolling out works for the person in front of me.

If it worked well, I'd be "Methanostat's Primary Wizard (...) Yes," and Lentomia would be looking like a "Dark Elf Quarter Girl".

On the contrary, I have applied nothing to Lu. This is a hook, so to speak, to know if the person is really stirring up recognition.

The man who was watching us for a while narrowing his eyes and frowning at us finally opened his mouth.

"... I see. From what I've seen, there's one master sword (...). Though, to the runaway boy warrior (...), a wizard who looks unfamiliar with traveling...... huhuhuhu. You must be anxious on the road.

He seems to have recognized himself as an understated opponent more overwhelmingly than himself, and finally has a nitrous, unpleasant grin about things like pleasure. The gaze was directed at Lentomia.

Even as he was dressed in monk clothes, he had a glimpse of his inferior sexual roots.

"Your black (...) lady (...) looks anxious, too.... What can I offer you even Tibalagi? Along the way, there may be such a horrible demon lurking."

- It's working.

Even if a man says the right thing, or discerns the magic on this side, there's no reason to even know what I'm making it look like.

I called him Master of Swords about Lu, Primary Wizard about me, and Black Lady about Lentomia.

In other words, enhanced and improved perceived agitation magic (Imagine Jammer) is definitely working for this inexperienced man.

My opponent is one of the better players when it comes to passing through enemy boundaries (circles), but when it comes to deceiving perceptions, I seem to be above them.

"I don't need it. Yo! I mean, who darkens...... better!?

"No, thank you."

I look out the back and I almost scream, blocking Lentomia's mouth all the time.

"The village is already at the end of my eyes and nose. I don't need directions."

Lu also solidifies the offer.

"... but if you look so scared, I'm the benefactor of your lives, right?

The man put on the dead foot of the Blue Ghost female who was rolling nearby and stepped on it.

"... an adult male (male), even when attacking a traveler? Nothing even children......"

"The female gives birth to a child, and the child eventually grows up and attacks the traveler"

…………

Lu shut his mouth.

I guess I didn't feel there was any point in making any more arguments.

I would hurt him, threaten him, get rid of him, but this man isn't.

There's not one left, and we should prune it, including threat buds, he said. I'm a person who thinks so.

A female or a child.

In the first place, we have taken the lives of many demons in the Demon King's War.

It's no different than what this man did, whether it's for some reason or not, because he was getting violent with magical fluctuations.

Now, where all the violent Blue Ghost clans were killed, they knew nothing but heartache or hypocrisy.

But...

Why are you so shy in the back of your chest?

Emotions similar to the anger that comes up are too selfish, and perhaps wrong as the six heroes who saved the world from the threat of the Demon King.

However, the female Blue Ghost, who had been stabbed and pierced trying to protect the child, cannot leave the back of her brain.

- Shit, why not? I...

"... right. All of these demons... deserve to be killed..."

Iola is small. I said it in a trembling voice.

"Iola......"

"You just think so, don't you? Because these guys attacked the village, my father and my mother............!

As the emotions that were suppressing exploded, Iola kicked the remains of a blue ghost that was rolling nearby. Over and over again.

"Damn it! Damn it. Whoa!

"Lord Iola!

I can't stop Lu.

"It's all, all, because of these guys! Damn it! Damn it!

It was the first time I had ever seen Iola hit a raw emotion so far, and at the same time I remembered the confusion.

The man who was watching us, there, pan! And I hit my hand. The place stops in an instant.

"Oh no... are you... the one with the 'sign'?

The man turned to Iola with a bright grin - even though his eyes weren't laughing.

"Signs......?

Iola looks up.

"Yes! Our new Tibalagi! Ideal Home! The only hope of saving the chosen and soul strays......! A world of tranquillity to see again the loved ones you are looking for - to the Land of Divine Roots! You have a sign to get in."

A man opened his eyes cuttingly and lifted the corner of his mouth nibbly.

"I can see you...?

Iola turned her vain face to the man.

"Iola!"

Continued