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

When I saw the twelve monks (Oracles) with a harsh, playful look on my face, I lay down my words so that they would fold up.

"Judgment of the law? Don't make me laugh. Does your country make it a business to take the territory of other countries and humans? Did I mention Saint Badjob or something? Do you know that I did the same thing in the port town of Popolato? The sin of trying to take my people... was paid for my life."

The young man, who had named himself the White Saint Badjob and repeatedly reincarnated, should finally be open from the circle, and by now, with his partner, the Purple Witch, he should be living at ease as a jellyfish in the sea.

"Nah......!

"What, you say? Is it you, or did you bury the Great Monk Badjob...!

"That one who was dubbed the strongest of the Prussian Orthodox Church......!

"And now even our Cuttura"

"Oh, don't be afraid, sage...... Grecas"

Harsh monks, luscious monks, werewolf monks, and other monks are also clearly floating the color of wolves.

I mean, other than the fact that I defeated the White Saint Badjob, there's not enough information for these guys.

The magic, the tactics, the weaknesses I used.

This alone provides a glimpse of the cover-up, slow transmission of information and inefficiencies in the use of information as a state called Prucia.

Fighting means gathering and analyzing all kinds of information, and thinking and preparing measures is better won.

According to Search Magic (Gögor), the Twelve Divine Monks (Oracleius) are quite high among the Prussian Orthodox Churches.

He seems to be good at exploring opponents in the shade with Kosokoso and the magic of confusing and manipulating the minds of others, but that's all he seemed to be doing.

I thought this was a waste of time.

I turned my gaze toward my people, paying for the stains on the sage's robe.

I sigh at the fact that I have been involved in such a case in a village under reconstruction, without even achieving my purpose of mourning Iola's parents.

I want to take Faria back to the hall to rest, and everyone will be tired today. The museum is supposed to be waiting for us to return while Luroni and the others guard the fireplace fire.

Most importantly, I'm pretty hungry. I'm honestly starting to feel like going home asexually.

Let's ask the Twelve Divine Monks (Oracles) to think about how they shake themselves.

"... well, let me be kind, but this one will magically tell King Metanostadt's government not to cover it up"

We use crystal ball communication to contact Princess Snoovel and Ergonote on a regular basis, so naturally we communicate the backdrop of the incident and the current situation in the village.

And about the "future foresight" painting that the kids painted. It seems to have something to do with the demise of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia).

"No......!

"Ugh."

The agitation spreads among the monks.

"The surviving inhabitants of the village of Tibalagi struggled to start the reconstruction...... I would have taken over the church and the village by poking at the exhausted gaps in its people's minds, but it's all a whole prospect."

My tongue also moves smoothly into a situation that can be described as a complete victory.

"If things go public, the pastor of the new Metanostadt Cathedral Church will be in office in less than a week. Now take the knight and the wizard of the royal palace, and a bunch of warriors."

I'll tell you in a strong tone as I lift my glasses with my fingertips. The second half is undetermined, but measures will probably be taken close to it. Because it is also the King's government's job to protect the territory and people of the nation.

"... sage Grecas...... Indeed... you're right."

"There is no reason for us to remain in this land."

"Everything, was this man fooling you..."

"I swear I will never tread on the land of Metanostadt again"

A monk with a giant iron stick lowered his head quietly as he said so.

An intelligent, serene face, but does this guy have that kind of authority?

"We were Catulla's disciples in the monastery. He was a smart, study-keen person."

"The ideal country, if it helps people who are suffering..."

"But..."

"That's right. Um... Old Gallier, I have to give you something like that (...)!

"A strange hat in gold! After I started using it, Master Cuttura went crazy."

"But the same thing we tolerated. … the same crime."

- Gallier, you're saying that old man was behind this? What the hell is he... who is he?

A leap of a mysterious figure who allegedly gave him the treasure (...) casts a shadow like a black stain on a case that should have been completed. I honestly don't remember much of the old man's face that escaped. Though I feel like a skinny old man with a crooked waist and a cane.

After a while I figured it out, I decided to check only one thing.

"To the people who used the power of painting and brought them into the church, boys and girls... what have you done?

Depending on the response, it could seriously be Lentomia's turn. I threw that question at you.

The ten monks who were on the spot looked at each other for a while, as bewildered.

"It was always... Kattula and old Gallier's role"

"Give hope and despair, pain and pleasure, with the fluctuations of your soul as a offering... when you dedicate"

- Hihi, looks delicious, offering.

Is it the mysterious Gallier old man who was manipulating the ghost of the fog that night? I'm getting angry just remembering the yellow eyes I watched as I licked Riola.

"What have you done?

To my angry voice, a feeble female monk raised a fearful hand.

"Wow... I saw. Oh, horrible, miserable rituals."

"Hey, what no...?

I clenched my fist in the rage that gushed by accident.

If Iola or Riola had been the food for that "nasty ritual," her bowels would have boiled and her head would have boiled.

If the escaped colors were in front of you, I would expose you to the great flame magic of Lentomia for nothing, and with my magic I would "flip" your whole body muscles.

"Schdorn, you... never peek, did you see that?

A half-beast monk stuffs up.

"'Cause I saw it..."

"What!?

A delightfully thin looking monk named Shdrn broke her knee on the spot when she screamed and held her face with both hands. Let your eyes peek through the gap between your trembling fingers,

"Tin, tin, slime on! Let your body crawl... into your clothes... ahhhhhhh! No, ahhh! When I rose what I saw, you were threatened with something like this too... oh, oh, horrible!

Wow! And the lucky lady monk cried out.

"Oh my God!"

"With slime...... such horrible things!?

"Silly! of a man who serves God... No, it's not what people do!

Angry voices were raised by the other monks in the truth of the ritual of terror that brightened them for the first time.

………………

Slime......? I also feel that using safe slime would improve the health of Ningro, but there are some types of melting clothes with acid...

"Pu... ku, ku... gre, you've got a great boomerang attack"

"Hey, what's up, Lentmear!?

He's shaking his shoulder like Lentomia can't laugh behind him for some reason, but I can't torture him with slime, can I?

"Arrival. Greg!" Full "and" Blurb "are here!

I heard a voice calling for me across the square. Giggle for some reason.

"Ah, ah!? Yeah, I'm coming!

He was calling me as he put his hand on the back of the two wine barrel golems where Manuferno arrived. To get Falia on his back and carry him to the hall.

Across the square, Iola and Riola had cheeked fries with the villagers and exchanged cups of apple juice.

Plum, Hemperoza, and Rana also join the feast to hear glorious songs and laughter.

"Bye, bye-bye! If you think it's a bad idea, go fix and clean the church!

That's how I turned my heels back and walked out to my people.

Later, one of the monks arrived and informed him that the monks had unanimously decided to entrust the Cuttura pattern to the "heretical advisory council", which is considered to be one of the strictest in Prussia.

The Twelve Sacred Monks (Oracles) also pledged to repair and clean the church as at least a sin.

- Come on, let's just say we leave first.

Thus, the uproar in Tibalagi Central Square first fell the curtain.

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