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

The dark clouds that covered the sun did not look clear.

Winds from the north bring in black clouds, changing the evening light more red and black.

In the central square of the village lay the battle monks known as the "Twelve Divine Monks (Oracles)", dressed in white monks, intact in the expression of corpse progression.

Those who are stripping their white eyes and completely fainting, or who hold their throats in agony, even if they are barely moving, are not likely to be able to breathe bugs, very much in a state where they can continue fighting.

If you spend a few months without magic, the effect will disappear, but if you want to chant magic, you will again be attacked by unbearable pain. Still, if you are forced to perform a magic chant, the magic contract in your body will be destroyed and, as a wizard, you will not be able to resume.

But... I had no choice.

Dealing with as many as eleven murderous enemies at the same time doesn't make it without a single hit, a barely all-powerful attack. At the same time, he was attacked fleshly from all directions, and in case of damage, the lives of Manuferno, Lentomia and Metius were also at stake.

Though I won, it was my complete extraction mistake that got me into these things.

You could have called Faria and the others sooner, and you should have had the option to pull back on the Iolas and leave immediately.

I now realize my hands were shaking a little. Regret seeped into my mind that even though I was selfless obsessed, it was impotent that I had dealt with so many enemies as an "avant-garde".

I drank such a grin, looked around quietly in a natural way so that I wouldn't be enlightened, and then I let a hoot of spare (...) grin come to mind.

Eleven of the twelve light points on the tactical information display (tactics) had changed from red, which indicated the highest threat, to yellow, which was the subject of surveillance alert.

The only thing left is the Great Monk's Cuttoola.

"Sage Grecas, confirms the use of pseudo-treasure training (etatect) magic and infection of everyone. … completely inhibiting chanting."

Metius put his blue eyes at me with a relief look on his face. Work the fairy to wrap it in gently with your hands.

"Oh, I was fortunate that all of these guys used the magic ceremony of the same lineage. Victory is… to prepare."

Eleven people used the same language and chanting pattern to simultaneously infect the reverse osmosis (virus) autonomous driving formula (aprict).

"It's a boulder, sage Grecas."

"Give it to me, I can light it"

Or half a victory by luck, but well.

"If we were all wizards using different sorceries, we might have had a bit of a struggle."

Lentomia interrupted the spell chant, put her hands behind her head, and yeah...... and stretched.

"Lentomia's flame magic depends on it."

I confirmed the stiffness of the bright red flames that were being trained by Chirali and 20 Merte above.

Orange fireballs remain lagging, with several vortexes wrapped around the surface.

It's one of Lentomia's advanced magic "Flame (Flare) Rain".

Initially interpersonal annihilation magic that rains flames indiscriminately on the battlefield, but by combining enemy junctions (circles) with tactical information displays (tactics) and precision-guided strike techniques (critical strikers), improvements are made so that accurate flame attacks can be carried out at the same time for up to 32 goals.

It is only two minutes at most that a mass of high temperatures, which is the source of flame rain, can last. Until we figure out how to get our enemies out, we'll have them stay in an exciting state.

"Fine, leave it to me"

"Sorry."

Lentomia looked cool and looked straight at me and smiled when she said it was supposed to take a lot of magic concentration.

"Difficult. Left...? But Iola and Riola still..."

"Oh, I need you to give it back. Here's the real deal."

He let go of the manuferno he was holding beside me, and glanced at one of the remaining enemies, the Daimyo Katura.

Directly beside it, Iola and Riola were tied with invisible ropes.

With his back to the entrance of the church, the great monk Zheng is trembling in a sumptuous white monk coat with a gold rim, his eyes running blood and trembling with a rough breath.

Seeing as it did not infect the Reverse Osmosis (Virus) Autonomous Driving Ceremony (Apict), it was apparent that the villagers had focused on manipulating their consciousness and manipulating Iola and Riola, leaving the act of combat to their subordinate, the Twelve Divine Monks (Oracleius).

Because of its power, I don't think it's as magical a user as you are.

"Conceive, solve the magic that hung on the villagers and their two. If you can't figure it out, it's until you destroy every single one of your magic contracts!

I once approached the entrance to the cathedral.

"Huh!? Oh, you pagans who have no fear of God, but... I still have my hands!

"" Ugh... Huh!

Cuttura, sticking his hand out and showering the magic thread (Magiwire) into Iola and Riola, he began to move it like a puppet.

I also have the hand to fight and punch the magic thread (Magiwire) into Iola and Riola to take control, but I don't have to know if it's a golem, and biological human control efforts risk destroying nerves.

"... is that your hand? That's stupid."

I turned my contempt eyes from the bottom of my heart. He's the one who planted all these tricks. Thought it might be a little better...

"Heh, heh! Now! This boy warrior has become my faithful apostle! A holy sword I could carry, a fool (...) Grecas who is an evil (...) heathen (...) dog! Purify your soul!

With a painful look on her face, Iola pulled out a sword she lowered to her waist and turned back to me.

"Sage Grecas, Mr. Iola!

"Gu...... sa"

Iola groans painfully. but - I accidentally breathed in the strong light of will (...) that dwelt in my eyes. Iola was fighting. I'm trying to resist irrational force.

"Iola......!

And his sister Riola, in her quiet footsteps as they were, walks over to the square-faced cutlery.

"Li, you're going to be held hostage!

Fairy Metius raised his sad voice.

"Hmm! Grecas the fool! Don't move, this girl is my shield and she is adorable... a believer"

With a lowly face, he widened his arms wide as he looked at the approaching Riola. I'm going to use it as a hostage and a shield.

"You!

I clenched my fist. The distance between me and Kattura is not even ten mertes away. From here, you can paralyze your body with a magic ceremony, or you can punch in a slime and squeeze fluid out of a hole called a hole in your whole body, but it's dangerous for Riola to be a hostage. In a corner of his head that seemed to boil, his calm self waited.

"Hmm! It looks like it smells good. Huh. Welcome, Kane-san."

"Riola!"

I was screaming unexpectedly. I couldn't stand it, such as Riola or Iola getting tainted by a thin, filthy other person.

- and.

At the moment of Kattura, Riola stopped her legs. And Zash! and centered on the axial foot, wiggling his body wide out of his mind.

Fluffy chestnut hair. The right hand holding the fist was equipped with a dull, glowing silver knuckle.

I did see a silver flash in the staring eyes of the Great Monk Zheng, who opened his dripping eyes and opened his mouth slightly.

"Shh!? Ah -!?"

At the next moment, Riola used a spring all over her body to slap her fist in at a speed that didn't go unnoticed.

The fist captured the square face of the great monk Katura directly from the front. The next moment my fist melted in like a slow motion, gosh - gah! A dull sound followed by a fierce crushing noise echoed around.

"- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!

I heard a scream, but it vanished in an instant beyond the front door of the shattered cathedral. Immediately thereafter Dongalaghashan......! and I heard a noise continuing to stand from the back.

Beaten by Riola, Cuttura broke through a large thick wooden door in the cathedral and was blown up to a row of chapel chairs in the back.

"Yeah, yeah!? Rio, stop..."

"Ep! Ha, ha! Ugh! It's creepy! That uncle, dude!

With that said, Riola jumped from the church entrance and rushed to Iola, where she lowered her sword and entered. And I rubbed my right hand on my back with the gossip.

"Wah! Rio, stop!

"I got some weird juice on me!

Damn it, I'm just a pocan to my brothers and sisters.

Lentomia stopped the magical excitement and Manuferno rushed over too.

"Refreshing. Riola! Wow! That's amazing!

"Mr. Manu!

"Guru!"

"Brother Gu, no!

They jumped at me. I'll hold you in my arms and make sure you two look alike.

The eyes had their usual light back.

The effect of the technique that the surgeon was manipulating in deep psychology disappeared when he fainted.

"But how could Riola have moved through the magic curse?

"Have you forgotten, brother Gu?

"Huh?"

"Look, this"

Iola showed her pendant, which she seemed to have squeezed in her hand. I also let Riola put the pendant that was squeezing in her left hand on the palm of her hand.

"Ah, ah! Right...... you mean that!

I raised my voice unexpectedly.

That was the magic pendant I gave you: "Signs of Courage" and "Signs of Mercy". It's a amulet that protects us both from disaster, and a magical item that allows us to communicate each other's hearts.

"Yes! Actually, we... Brother Gu, after they didn't really say, 'Something may have been hinted at', we both thought,"

Riola pointed her bright chestnut eyes at me and then at Iola.

"Yeah, if one of you goes crazy or tries to be manipulated and do something weird..., now he wants to call me directly"

"So my body stopped moving, and I've been encouraging it."

"Don't lose," he said.

I hugged the two of them snorting and smiling at each other. stroking the hair of two warm, sun-smelling people. And

"All right, Tibalagi Village specialty, let's go get some fries too"

"What?"

"How do you know?

Iola and Riola round their eyes.

"F, I... am a wise man, eh? I know."

"Already, sage Grecas"

Metius explains the situation with a laugh. Is Faria and the others on their way here by now after eating?

Ha ha, and the laughter spread to the square, then...

There were signs of something slightly disturbing from behind the church.

"Oh... before the potatoes, you had some cleanup left."

I turned my gaze to the dark, cave-like darkness that pocketed across the doors of a quietly shattered church.

Continued