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

"The kingdom of Shinko, the ideal society…"?

I frowned unexpectedly at the man's words.

"The boy warrior bears a sign in his heart. You're all guided by that, and you're going for Tibalagi, aren't you?

It seems convenient to interpret it on its own, but among the people who saw the "painting of solicitation" that made them sneak into the Metanostadt Cultural Festival, they are planning something by calling the "kingdom of the Divine Root" especially convenient to rule.

A mark is a magical mark (marker) that they have planted.

"Lord Gugre......!

"Greg!"

Lu and Lentomia stood beside me about two mertes awaiting instructions. Only Iola is close to the man in monk clothes.

As you can see now, this distance and (...) positional relationship (...) have important significance. If this man is going to set me up...... but.

I lifted my glasses with my fingertips and asked.

"Speaking of which... you didn't ask for your name. And I'd like you to meet a fairly high priest.

It's only a snark and waits for the other person to say it.

"Oh no! This is what I did...! I forgot to name it. I'm Elastoma Plastica.... is affiliated with a charity called the Sanctuary of Divine Root (Sincon) (Sun) Soliciting Union (Ilasia) (...). Now I was just clearing the path for you to take."

Glimpse of the rolling Blue Ghost (Blue Orga).

"… Divine Root (Sincon), Sanctuary (Sun) Soliciting Union (Ilasia)?"

It was an organization I had never heard of. Of course, search magic (Gogol) analyzes instantly but has zero hits. At least they don't seem to have organization charts, scriptures, etc.

The man named Elastoma Plastica grinned for the first time peeking at her fingertips from her sleeve.

The thin fingertips were as white as the face, but the ring with the brilliant stone embedded in it fitted most fingers.

- A magic tool (item) for high-speed chanting, designed with a magic ceremony?

Behind my back came signs that Lentomia had changed her complexion.

The magic hasn't inspired anything, but it still creates signs that it's going to be set up.

"It's not impossible that you don't know. We are a party that serves the God of mercy, with its origins in far north countries. It's a charity that works to save people who were hurt in this war."

What you're saying sounds beautiful and right, but it's a rather frigid story. I'm in the mood for a glimpse of the dangerous side of religion.

I can only assume that these men are trying to rule the village, which is originally a region of Metanostadt, by calling people with strange allusions (...) that they can "meet the dead".

"Is it true that you can see the dead…?

"Oh no? You... don't seem to be qualified. You can't go to the land of salvation without faith, can you?

Elastoma Plastica had an obvious killing temper in her eyes.

Looks like you've made the decision that you're a "foreign molecule" to my words.

Raising his arms high, he began to raise his voice. Unexpectedly giggling, as if screaming.

"We are now! To heal the hearts and minds of those hurt in the Demon King's War, we are creating the ideal society to embrace wandering soul wanderers in search of salvation - the kingdom of the Divine Root! We want to change! I want to change the world from this Tibalagi...... I want to save it!

You exalted to your own words, tears, screams and fists at the edge of your eyes.

He flicks his white, long fingers out of his long cuffs and whispers a strange gesture, complaining frankly to all of us to hear him.

"Sage Grecas......! There is a magic chant fragment mixed in the words! This is about to send some kind of magic directly into your mind. '

Metius whispered through the magic thread (Magiwire).

"Thank you, Metius. Thanks to you, I understand."

You're still a magician...... The method is the same as painting (...). By cleverly hidden magic chants, it is the art of instilling thought-inducing magic without the other person's understanding.

Forcing everyone but Iola here to fit in during the operation.

This is a clear attack (...).

If so, so is the conversation.

Iola is in a state of "imprinting" ideas by example paintings. Emotions are also unstable and he listens as if he was fascinated by Elastoma Plastica's "theoretical" twitching words.

If you have no magic tolerance, it seems so powerful that you will be enchanted in an instant.

"Boy Warrior, you too... that's why you're here, isn't it? Because I was led and chosen. Beautiful ideal country, if you come there, thoughts will be delivered, suitable, saved -, to a place full of beautiful light! Come on!"

When the man in monastic clothes said so, he looked around other than Iola and slammed his gaze one after the other.

Iola leaked her voice, "... ahhh," like a maverick, and stepped toward Frali and the man.

I can't take my eyes off a man.

Before Fluffy and Iola went far, I grabbed Iola's hand and pulled her closer.

"Iola, hold on!

"... Guru?

Iola blinked her eyes.

The light returns to my eyes.

My attraction brought me into the realm of Magic Defense (Firewall) called "The Wise Men's Boundary".

The magic walls that I constantly deploy encrypt sixteen kinds of magic walls with automatic chanting (autoloading), disabling all sorts of magic attacks while constantly changing phase.

Due to its weak durability but low amount of magic consumed, it is constantly expanding to a range of about 2 mertes around. This is like a clear mosquito net that protects itself if the "isolated junction" is a robust absolute wall that consumes a lot of magic (...).

"Me... kind of suddenly, I wanted to go with him..."

"No. You are my dear brother (...). You can't just give it to a creepy religious group like that."

"So, there you are. I'm not sure what it is..."

Lu pinned his cat ear and placed his hand on the sword pattern. Lu also naturally doesn't work.

"-Noo?

Elastoma Plastica finally noticed a strange (...).

To the anomalies of the "elementary apprentice wizards" who can't make sense of their own "technique".

We'll tie the mark again with the arms we put out of the monk's uniform, but the magic of his popularity won't make sense to us.

"It's about time..."

I got the information, too. The magic ceremony the opponent uses, the language, the chanting pattern, the name and purpose of the organization. Quite a bit of information has been gained.

There are now multiple tactical information displays (tactics) deployed in front of me.

The fierce momentum translates the magic ceremony that Elastoma Plastica was chanting, analyzes the structure, and sears out the vulnerabilities and back doors (backdoors) one after another.

This makes it possible to generate a reverse osmosis (virus) autonomous driving formula (appct) that disables and destroys the magic itself.

The fairy Metius gave a face.

"Would it be nice if this was all the material (...)?

"Oh, you're doing great, Meti."

"Yikes... Fairy Clan!? Elementary...... wizard time...... silly, impossible!

He opened his thin eyes with a face that made him look like a white monk and Elastoma Plastica was incredible.

"Hey! Greg, do you want to do it?

Lentomia grabbed my arm and I couldn't gamble anymore, and I just let my eyes shine. I lift my glasses with my fingertips, and finally, I smile.

"Oh... if you want to... totally, yeah. You can't let them get away with this."

"Eh heh! Yeah, I got to go."

"Ki... you guys? hey... who is it!?

Elastoma Plastica screamed.

"Speaking of which, wasn't I named either? Sage Grecas, speaking of...... wicked (...) But about anything you've heard?

"Become... what no!?

Continued