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

"The world will... perish?

I've never heard Faria say that before, and I'm honestly surprised.

Even in the days of the former Demon King's War, Faria took pride in being a warrior and always tilted her whole body for our battle and victory.

Even in desperate situations, there had never been a single time when the world was doomed and sentimental.

I exchanged my eyes with Manuferno, who was listening as I pulsed.

Manuferno, in charge of healing and healing, looked slightly more rugged in the back of his glasses. I'm worried that my consciousness may still be cloudy.

Faria spinned her words like a frightened child with her eyes on me.

"... it was a horrible dream. A giant dragon like you've never seen, no... a dragon? I think maybe it is...... A dragon flies through countless squares and destroys the world."

"It's..."

I breathed unexpectedly.

"Humans are like swords (...)... against each other with strange vehicles that fly through the sky, but they burn down one after the other. The city... the forested city of a giant tower of strangers burns... everyone dies. I'm just frightened in that flaming world..."

"Faria...... Enough"

I embraced a woman warrior who was supposed to be strong enough to count on me. I'll gently stroke your silver hair.

He was struck by a deliberate sensation that stroked his spine with something cold and obscure about the contents of Faria's dream.

- Square dragon, flying sword (sword).

It is the very prophecy of doom shown in Methanostat's underground library.

Is it a vision, a prophecy, or a video of the past... I don't know anything about it now.

On the day of the Methanostat Cultural Festival, the painting girl I met in the alley, Weir Le Weir. What did a half-beast girl named Daughter with Bird's Eyes see with those eyes?

Square dragons, triangular swords, and round stars...

Isn't that the same phantom footage Faria saw? Remember the end of the millennium Empire (Southern Pedia).

But it's also hard to say the phantoms of the past.

Princess Courtilt Snoovel whispered, "To us - if the future really exists" is also a source of concern.

As a wide area (groan) prophetic magic (propacia), I can't help but say that the results of collecting paintings drawn by children with sharp sensibilities and reading the future from the cultural festival paintings as a sample of "collective unconsciousness" are similar to the "phantom of the end".

At the same time, the wizards, known as "the chanters of the stars," who preside over the future foresight of the kingdom, also say that the operation of the stars is disruptive and the future is not visible.

I had a feeling that the puzzle-like questions and mysteries that had fallen apart were returning to one fearful feeling (...).

I mean... something is about to happen to the world.

The trigger - is it because the treasure (...) has been unleashed on the world...?

I am wary of such a hunch and imagination of myself.

Hopefully everything is a concern. Even though it is my hope that the daily routine of this world of peace and this bustling world, where sometimes noisy idiots coexist, will continue...

"Greg, I'm sorry. I'm... I'm fine. What I did was right after I slapped my special attack in the air... Something like that golden onion... I guess I was shown this bluff because it was attached to my left arm..."

Faria shook her head as she woke herself up. I guess I can't contain the underlying emotions of anxiety and fear because I'm not feeling well.

"It's okay. It's probably... it happened a thousand years ago. Fragments of the memories that the treasure trove showed."

Speculation, but this would fit a lot.

Convince Faria and herself that Yarguchi did not show it, but that the onion treasure was shown by the Terminator, the revelation of the memories of the time he lived.

"Of memory...... fragments?

"Ah. It's not a future prophecy or anything. It's over, it's past events. Don't worry about it."

"Right... right"

Faria calmed down a little or closed her eyes again spicidly. But he's still not good enough to get up.

The effect of the golden onion hat treasure set, named "The Pillow of Divine Root," was not clearly found.

Maybe he was gaining some energy, emitting when the human soul undergoes a change of state that can also be described as a "phase transition" by showing others the dreams of "hope" and "despair".

Negative emotions that arise when hope turns into despair - that is, sorrow, giving up, feeling of nothingness - are so much the source of curse in some black magic alone.

Weren't they feeding and converting them into magic that could be considered inexhaustible to the user?

Regardless, if you are ruled the other way by that vast negative magic power, you will be devoured, both physically and mentally, as a "demon god" like the Great Monk Kattura.

Suddenly it looks like it! and Metius slapped my forehead flat.

"Stay!?

"Sage Grecas! Why don't you take me to the hall, without snuggling around forever?

Ha, looking up as, Manuferno is staring at me with a gentle smile... no light in his eyes.

"Oh...... oh right! Yeah!"

I decided that Faria had not yet escaped from the confusion of consciousness and decided to transport her to the hall.

Explore the "Sage's Hall" connected by a magic thread (Magiwire), but nothing seems safe. I issued directives to the two wine barrel golems' full 'and' blurb 'waiting in the garage to run to this place.

The faithful four-legged golem can be reached autonomously, avoiding obstacles and dangers, based on the map information sent here.

"That's it, it's about 300 Merte from the hall. You should be picked up in five minutes."

"Oh, hey, Greg, I'm not gonna hurt anywhere."

"I'm seriously ill when Faria cries."

laughing haha, faria finally rubbed her eyes with a mess and peeked at her white teeth.

"Hey, what...!?

Turning his gaze near the entrance to the square, dozens of villagers surrounded Iola and Riola, as well as Plum and Hemperoza, under magic as bright as the excited sun of Lentomia, and a lively feast of victory was about to begin.

Iola has Larna on her shoulder, but because of her toddler appearance, the sister mother generation seems to be highly popular.

The women of the village take their drinks and food out of somewhere and distribute them to everyone.

They were originally from their hometown who returned to the village to rebuild.

The effects of the monks of the Sanctuary of the Divine Root (Sincon) (Sun) Solicitation Union (Ilasia) seem to be disappearing.

I finally left myself awake, Faria, to the fairies Metius and Manuferno, and I started walking towards the ten monks who had gathered almost in the center of the square, around the giant crater, to start discussing something.

Right next to it, Lentomia sat in a hush and watched the ten in surprise.

If there's a disturbing move, I guess you're going to let the overhead scorching fireball fall like rain.

"Oh, Greg! Is Faria feeling better?

"Thanks to Lentomia, a lot of help."

"Really?"

"Ah."

After stroking the young grassy hair of a half-elf with a soldering grin, I approached the monks in a circular meeting.

I'm not very comfortable with it, but I can't leave it alone.

"Hey, have you decided how to shake yourself?

I spoke to ten monks in light condition.

Guru! and ten people turn to me simultaneously.

Harsh monks, luscious monks, werewolf monks, little priest monks, bending monks, little monks, thin fortune monks, bandaged monks, iron rod monks, juvenile monks.

When it comes to why there are only ten of them when they are the Twelve Divine Monks (Oracle), it is because Elastoma Plastica, who fought in the lake, has fallen off and yet another old monk, called "Old Gallier", has fled.

Gallier said it was a pattern between Katura and Old Knowledge, but it doesn't look like she's coming back.

"Damn!? You're out, Glasses Sage!

"Stop, Almond"

The monk, embarrassed by the luscious monks, seemed to bend over, mogging and delivering the spear.

Looking around, he had a variety of reactions with things that distracted him, things that stared back at him, things that drooled him sweat, things that only make him peek through the gaps in the bandage, things that increase the rate of bumps and solitary talk......

"You guys are all destined to be the same as Sole... huh?

I gave a glimpse of a skinny guy like a guy who only got one hundosi in the center of the crater. She is completely faint and peeling off her white eyes.

Grand Priest Kattura. A man who was fascinated by the magic of treasure and sold his soul to the demon god. There's no room for sympathy, but I can't take my life... is it my sweetness?

A tough monk stepped forward.

"Dear Kattura... No, we want to take on this man's personality"

"Take it, what do you do?

I looked to a young monk with a tough face who seemed to be a leader. The youth's eyes were blue and, unexpectedly, had a straight eye.

"Take him back to his home country and let him be judged by the... Law of the Monastery"

"F... do something crazy"

I accidentally laughed with my nose.

"Dear Sir! If I may just say so!

Harsh monks say nothing, but half-beast werewolf monks stripped Kiba out behind his back.

"... shut up. Plundering the territory of other countries and dominating people with suspicious magic. I guess that's not enough to get tired of gathering offerings to the demon gods, even preparing them for the magic they put in their hands? I don't care how you do it."

I said I was pissed off.

Continued