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

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"Garden. I knew I wanted it to be an herbal field."

"Well, so far, I only use it for drying laundry and the Plums athletic field..., you can do whatever you want in the spring"

"Thank you. I'll sow it in the spring, I'll grow it."

"Fine, but don't plant mints, okay? I think they said it was the most heinous biological weapon..."

"Smile. Okay."

I think I saw that in a book I read in the world I used to live in. Cute herbs, I planted them thinking they were fashionable herbs, but at the end of the day, they explode and occupy the garden as a vicious creature that is difficult to get rid of.

"Herbs. If you take them, you can make a lot of pills."

Manuferno's light, pleasant voice is pleasant to the ear.

"Build a lot, what are you gonna do?

"Pro bono. Hand it out to the villagers or... sell it to the rich for a high price"

"Ha, that's good"

We kept talking as we walked. About today, about tomorrow, about the hot springs, and... what I want to do when it's spring.

I didn't have the courage to look back. Because of the vague fear that if you switch, it will disappear.

He even continued to advance through the forest, closed in the dark, feeling only the warmth and breath of his squeezed hands and the footsteps of two people trampling the fallen leaves.

Don't look back, because I felt that you should never let go of your squeezed hands.

I have never investigated whether the myth of the other world (...) of bringing back dead thinkers from the land of Yellow Springs is also in this world (Titi).

But unconsciously, I was thinking about that.

In the dark woods is actually the underworld (...), me and Manuferno got lost before we knew it and even imagined that we might have been confused.

But by assuming it that way, you might have wanted to distinguish between the fierce emotions of peeling that you two had exposed.

Eventually, me and Manuferno went through the black woods.

It was a world of similar nights there. But my vision opened, and I even remembered that illusion that I was back in the world where man lived.

The magical light that emitted phosphorescent light illuminating his feet had disappeared. Ho and I stroked our breasts down into a spacious place that finally spread in front of us. It was an autumn field where the harvest was finished.

Beyond the field were several buildings and cathedral towers, the flames of the pine lights swaying there in the village. We are back in the heart of the village of Tibalagi.

How long did the missing and ominous moon sink beyond the horizon, and the stars of the north were blinking in the air of darkness.

"Return. You're back..."

"Ah."

Finally looking back, Manuferno, with a soothing expression, was looking up at the sky.

The thick piece with a gentle texture was embroidered and silver hair and white skin appeared to float in the dark.

I smile with unexpected relief when my eyes meet.

"It's okay now."

"Relief (yeah). Sa... I have to pick him up!

Pong, and Manuferno pushed my back.

"Right. Iola and Riola, and Larna would have been asleep by now."

and -.

Not even to the center of the village, the light of a small perfumed oil lamp approached from beyond.

There are two shadows all over the dark. No... I have a little kid on my back and it looks like there are three of them. The interpersonal kingdom instantly identified enemy allies and reflected a "blue light point" in the tactical information display.

"-Iola! Riola!

When I called, I slowly walked out of the trail in a narrow field, aiming for the light of a lamp that stopped in amazement.

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"Brother Gu, I'm really glad you're not here...! Io alone is careful."

"What the fuck!? You're telling me it's okay because I'm here!

"That's what I'm worried about..."

"Oh, my God. Already!

It's the kind of voice that makes Iola look grumpy and fuzzy at Riola's words, but doesn't wake up Larna sleeping suyasuya on her back.

Riola, of course, is not serious, she is making fun of her brother, but with such amicable words we were on our way back to the hall, laughing bitterly at the interaction of our twin brothers and sisters.

Iola walks ahead, bravely and slowly.

Iola's confidence is based on an important dagger that she has lowered to her waist. As long as Iola has the sword, she won't be lagging behind about the wolves around here.

"Iola, I'm counting on you. You saved my life today."

"... I wonder if I did...? I don't mind."

Iola walks with Larna on her back, in a good mood.

Better than the unreliable lights on the scented oil lamp, I was inspiring some phosphorescent magic (will-o-wisp) to illuminate the way forward.

As the number of people has grown, so too has the number of magic, from a distance you will see rows of shaky, demonic blue and white light, like "fox dowry".

Riola was lining up on my right, grabbing the hem of the robe and walking.

Riola occasionally touches my arm to see if my feet are stuck, so I give her a hiss as it is. Riola put her hands gently on her arms, bewildered.

"Fine, grab it"

"... Yes"

The chestnut-haired sister smiled, as illuminated but with great pleasure.

I would have hesitated to touch my hand before, but now I have this much room.

For me, Riola is a cute and precious "sister".

A girl with the strength to face evil monk justice without fear, combined with the wisdom to unite everyone's hearts with songs.

Looking only at the rub on its side, Manuferno walking on the left grabbed my pinky.

When I look at the chills, I deliberately show off my puffy, swollen cheeks, but I know that I don't mean it.

Because me and Manuferno came together in a much deeper and more rooted part than anyone else.

It feels like it's connected at the bottom of your soul.

So Manuferno said he wouldn't burn the flames of jealousy that scorched him anymore as much as I did to someone in the hall.

"Tomorrow. Finally, Rio"

"Yes...... I'm so nervous."

Manuferno spoke to Riola over my head.

At last, that means stepping into the district where Iola and Riola were born.

Northeast of Tibalagi village, in a settlement that is said to have been wiped out in the Demon King's War.

Iola and Riola had ceased to speak of hope and dreams that their parents might be alive......

My brothers and sisters seemed to think of something, but they had nothing to talk about.

The magic of allusions hung by the monks of the Sanctuary of the Divine Root (Sincon) (Sun) Solicitation Union (Ilasia) was solved, and the time of dreams was over.

Even if there was an evil intent, it could have been a happy time for both of us, even if it was an illusion, to remember our parents.

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And the next morning...

We reached the northern part of Tibalagi village where Iola and Riola were born and raised.

Continued