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

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Taking the village road surrounded by trees for about half an hour, it led to the centre of the village of Tibalagi.

Even though there is perceived agitation magic (Imagine Jammer), there is no way to take the giant "Walking Sage Hall", which reaches a total length of thirty mertes, straight into the village square.

So we found a bustling place of unseen trees about 200 Merte away and decided to make them wait in a parking position.

Actually, a parking position that can also be described as a crouched position on the ground (...) drains my magic a little bit, just like walking in the hall.

I also thought about putting it in a "settling state" where every ground that supports the hall is settled, but from that state it takes time to reboot, making it difficult to deal with emergencies.

"Guru, can I go see the village?

"I want to go too!

"Seriously. You're the only ones who can go..."

- Again, not the usual way. I'm losing my cool.

Iola and Riola are perfectly floating, and they still seem to pop up, but now this village can be described as an "enemy land" controlled by a mysterious religious group.

Search Magic (Ghor) Check the map search (Mappa), it does look like it used to be the center of a village with buildings lined up, but about half of it burned down and collapsed, and there seems to be no shadow to see.

The wreckage of a house that was wooden collapses and the burning and decaying houses come to my attention. Tea-dried grass flourishes there, giving you a sense of the flow of nearly two years.

"This is the heart of the village of Tibalagi… it's terrible"

Faria opened her heavy mouth as she went out to the garden and watched the village with me.

"Ah. But it does seem that people are back to life. A little bit of reconstruction seems to be going on... but it's still halfway down the road."

"Hmmm......"

What is the King's government doing when Metanostadt says it is holding cultural festivals and such for swallowing... This is why it is supposed to allow an inexplicable rise of forces.

I lay my lips bitterly alone.

Located on the path to the former assembly point of the Demon King's Army (...), this village was ravaged by demons gushing out of the woods, and many residents lost their lives without being able to carry out the resistance that was the organization, and the houses were burned down.

But just as the streets of Neo-Isravia did, so do the people who survived or were fleeing and returning in this village, they seem to live in houses like huts where they gathered rubble.

Two years after the war, it also looks like a decent house is finally starting to build, but it still feels far from rebuilding.

The centre of the village is roughly one kilomerte square of open land.

The symbol would be the Bell Tower of the Cathedral, which was seen from afar. It is as tall as forty mertes and is a square shaped tower stacked with stones, characterised by a red roof.

There is a large water field around a robust association building, from which the cobblestone path stretches in all directions. The cracked, crumbled, hollow road is still in use without being repaired.

The half-defunct, government-like, two-story stone building now appears to be used as a simple shop and lodging house, taking on the central role of a village that is being regenerated.

The number of people going to the village is sparse, but it's not like they're still out there. It seemed less connected to the centre of the village of Finovocchi.

"All right, let's split the team between what's left in the hall and who's going to see the village"

I'm in the garden, and I look around and I give directions early.

The only thing left in the hall is physical tranquillity. Now the first Spiano. Lu says he's going with me, but he can't make the pavilion any easier.

Lu decides to have her leave a message for his wife too. I don't mind you two leaving me alone this time, so be my guest.

Regarding the protection of the museum, there are Cogmar Fiftis and his mysterious companions who live underground. And I'll keep the wine barrel golems on alert, so you won't have to worry.

This is a "Party A" that plays an important role in protecting where we should go, or base defense.

Iola and Riola are free to walk, while me and Lentomia and the fairy Metius decide to follow behind their brothers and sisters as they magically hide themselves.

Larna will definitely follow Iola, so there's no choice in this either.

This is a "B party" specializing in hostile inspection and intelligence analysis.

Furthermore, this time the enemy is an opponent whose numbers and purpose are unknown and who will never be alarmed about magic.

This is a magical user named Manuferno and Hemperoza, and... surprisingly, I decide to ask Plum to help me in a magical battle or a relying on me.

This one organizes Faria as the key to the battle, and for now decides to have her freely stroll around the village. This is the "C Party".

If I find myself in a situation beyond my control, the C party of Faria, who has the best fighting power, can handle a full-scale battle by rushing.

And, as I had completed the instructions, and where everyone had finished their discipline, Lentomia quietly stopped by and whispered in his ear.

"Greg, there are two reactions similar to those of the battle monks in the lake... four, yeah, there's more"

The lovely looking half elf has the look of going on an excursion.

"Ah. You're walking in the village more dignified than hiding... six or seven people, you're still here"

"It's gonna be fun."

I say with my arms around my arms.

"Is that face ready, something like that?

"Ugh!

I exchanged my sights with Lentomia looking at the red light point (...) reflected in the enemy junction (circle) reflected in the tactical information display (tactics).

- The Sovereign Boundary (Circle) version 2, which applied the Concealment Formula (Stealth) Disabling (Canceller) and Improvement Formula (Patch), was running smoothly.

Yes, it would have been exceptionally advantageous if it had been given the ability to conceal the technique (stealth), and the opponent's method of interfering with the telescopic clairvoyant magic (Reagan) was ready.

"Thanks to Greg, I've finished deciphering the magic language they use... and now that I'm ready to beat the crap out of us, it's my chance to smash it."

Fingering up her young grassy hair, Lentomia holds a sharp light in her eyes.

"Come on, don't talk about the noise. Peaceful discussion comes first."

Of course... if you're going to say yes or no to the Iolas, then treat them.

"Eh heh, I hope you still have your mouth to talk about"

"Ha ha."

"Cough up (Gohon). Greg, Lentomia, that sounds fun."

Manuferno coughed up and looked at us like he was gonna break in between us.

"Oh!? That's right, sorry."

Me and Lentomia are hot and magical and tactical with arms at the garden tip (?) He seemed to be talking about it.

"Jealousy. Sometimes I get jealous of you..."

Glowing a round glance, Manuferno lifts his eyebrows with a slightly frightened look.

"Suggestions. Party, I'll mix with Gugle's team, too.... because I'm worried"

"I'm not worried that Lentomia and I are going on a date."

"Er!? No?"

"No!

With my mouth pointing and my cheeks swelling, I put a scratch in Lentomia. On my ass, Manuferno said softly.

"Alert, Greg. It's dangerous when you're showing extra time, so I'm your guide."

"Ah... you know what?"

Ginseng (...) Especially what the conspiracy manuferno says, I don't seem to get my head up.

Continued