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

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- Explore the cave... no enemy shadows.

- Temperature 28 degrees, humidity 95%, oxygen concentration normal range, no harmful gas detected.

Moving one foot to the "third tier", or deepest part of the cave, I aggregated and analyzed the data obtained in the Enemy Boundary (circle) into tactical information displays (tactics).

There seems to be no particular danger except hot and humid.

"It's all right now. It's all right. You can come."

"Rikai. We're not going anywhere. '

Calling on Lentomia downstairs through the "Silver Ring," I got an easy-going reply, which will be here in less than ten minutes.

"Phew......, and it's so hot"

I wipe my cloudy glasses with my shirt and look around.

In front of you is a majestic natural temple known as' Between the Dragons'.

This is where the giant dragon from the stalactites and our splinter (...) were playing death.

There are massive scattering of shattered stalactites and dull, glowing crystal fragments at your feet.

It is about twenty merte in size and has dark ceilings that you can't see ahead of you when you look up. "Between the Dragons" is shaped like a "triangle rinse," and the space leads to the top of the mountain (please).

The walls are coated with white stalactite crystals on one side, presenting the appearance of a white temple made of multiple folds.

Hot water is running down the surface of the temple, but I guess the water is less than it should be. Hot air sucks across the dark ceiling.

'... oh, where are you... you. Horetilno...... where!?

Suddenly, a woman's voice echoes and gnaws from the direction of the temple.

It's an anxious voice like you're calling someone.

That was the same "voice" I heard just before the start of the battle with the Dragon.

The helper warrior Horteppe also seemed to hear his voice, and he called the Lord of his voice "Horetilla".

"You... are 'Horetilla'?

"Who are you?

"I'm Grecas. I'm here to restore order to this cave."

I calmed down and responded to my voice.

There is no life response to the Sovereign Circle. There are no similar reactions from the Necromancer (Reis).

When the magic wavelength was slightly altered and explored (scanned), it was found that the rocky 'ore' in the center of the temple was vibrating and voicing.

If you stare, you have a rock the size of a child. It is covered in stalactite crystals by dripping water over the years, but apparently two are leaning against each other.

I approached the stone and breathed. The rock that speaks out is not just ore, because what was originally a person was turned into stone.

- Nah! Use your own body as a magic catalyst!?

The magic effect does not last.

Sealing magic in crystals is the easiest way to retain the magic we know, but we tried to keep the effect forever by petrifying ourselves like crystals while performing magical chants.

- Oh, my God. I can't use this kind of magic if I'm not prepared for the rest of it.

It replaces all the constituent elements of the body with rocks and minerals to retain memory and soul here.

'- I feel undisturbed, white and transparent fluctuations of magic. Very strong. Innocent, unique magical fluctuations produced by a missing soul. You... throw away many precious things... no, lose them... You're from a different (...) place (...) than this world, right?... Let's Believe You, Grecas "

"... thank you"

I hit my head with respect. Apparently, they were looking into this one over there, too.

The analogy of my origins from magic shows that the opponent you are now confronting is a "real" wizard.

There is a soul that continues to shine even when it loses its flesh.

The "White Saint Badjob" who once fought was likewise fulfilled with the mere presence of the soul, but its memory and reasons are dirty, and at the end of the day it is very different from having decayed.

The cave will be brighter in Russia. The entire wall increases its luminosity like the sun during the day.

"I am Horetilla Atra Anatolia. of the royal family that once ruled the land... is the soul '

"Anatolia... So you're the queen"

"Yes."

I don't see him, but only signs of him snorting quietly came through.

Search for the name Horetia and the name Anatolia in Search Magic (Ggore).

The alignment of those two keywords finally led to the discovery of a book by a researcher of future generations, describing events during the Empire (Southern Pedia) last year, from a vast array of past books. Not completely, but some information could be read.

- Atla Anatolia, a lost Far North country.

A mighty magical ruling nation that dominates vast areas of the Far North.

Below the royalty, the monks (wizards) who follow them specialize in "the magic of manipulating the soul," "the magic of manipulating the heart," "the magic of nurturing life," "the magic of decaying life," "the magic of manipulating weight," and "the magic of eliminating magic."

The king also led the people well, cooperating with each other to live in peace and serenity in a harsh natural environment where no crops could be taken.

"The Church of the Divine Pleasure" is a sect that aims, among other things, at "dialogue and coexistence" with God.

The books were interrupted there, but a few more fragments could be read.

- "Dragon" Chanvaldo Dj Drasilia, born of nothingness, destroys everything.

- Reconciliation with Southern Pedia, an empire that ruled the millennium. With the survival of mankind, many magical knights have gone to battle from Atlas Anatolia.

Destroy everything, dragon? A battle for the survival of mankind? Though the events of the Mythical Age, the back of my mind squeals. And something catches on.

- Is that all you got? Anything more info?

But the search magic (Gogol) didn't tell any more. Thousands of years ago, we couldn't find out because of the "information barrier".

And Holletilla's voice spoke to me.

"Give us our sleep... give us back our dreams, will you?

I regained my mind and confronted two people-shaped ores.

"What you're looking for is something stolen from here, the pillow of the divine root?

"God, hate? No...... Grecas. The name of the treasure item is Shinko's pillow. Eternal Promise and Peace to me, Horetia and my beloved husband, Horetilno. And it's an important thing that gives me a dream of hope for the future."

Shinko? Not hate or root. Pleasure? Did you mean "get close"?

Is this the limit of my constantly expanding "Translation Magic"? I was not able to distinguish homonyms well.

"I don't care what the word means. But... wasn't that 'Shinko's Pillow' enclosing an evil demon god?

'No...... Grecas. Half is right, half is wrong'

"Is that, I mean?

It is an unshakeable fact that the treasure brought from here was used by monks from neighbouring countries (Prussia) for the evil of the occupation of the village of Tibalagi.

"What we (...) had sealed in our treasures was people's" despair. "

"Absolutely... Hope?

"Once, for a thousand years, the Empire and our country fought together against evil dragons. With Chanvaldo Dj Drasilia, the superdragon that destroys the world, and his family. '

"Nah......!

Gogo, Gogo......, and I heard a grunting sound.

"In a spectacular battle, the sun was covered by black clouds, and the earth blew out swinging flames. In the confusion people have lost many loved ones. Fear, sadness, anger, despair. And that's the delight of Superdragon Chanvaldo Dj Drasilia again, … feeding off '

I drink with pleasure.

In a hot cave, a few strokes of sweat convey cheeks.

I am now hearing first-hand about a hidden history that can be described as shocking. Word for word, my instinct was telling me I shouldn't listen.

I wish Metius was here at a time like this, but the fairy who drained so much of her magic is asleep in the book that made me sneak into my nose.

"Evil beings devour people's grief and suffering..."

I had a hard time repeating myself all the time.

'Yes, the kings and knights of all nations, the wizards and the Doctor of Magic, all fought with all their dying power. The fallen kings and wizards used themselves as weapons of their companions by abandoning their doomed flesh and putting their souls in metal vessels.'

"That's the treasure."

"Swords, armor, helmets. Plus it's a crown and various tools. The souls of the ultimately aggregated heroes are sixteen magic tools and eight treasure tools. And I crystallized into the ultimate three swords."

"One of the sixteen magic tools…" The Pillow of Divine Pleasure, "so?"

"Those forces finally allowed us to defeat the dragon. But the ground that cracks and blows fire, and the fear and despair of the people, did not go away '

"- Eventually, as it were, it absorbed its negative magic fluctuations, which could revive the superdragon and the dot. So… you (…) sealed the sorrow and despair of the people sealed in the 'treasure trove', together with the volcanic activity, yourself as a catalyst…"

Now we have a point.

The stolen 'treasure trove' contained people's grief and despair. That is, because The Pillow of Divine Pleasure was originally a tool to make your mind temporarily easier from the bitter pain of showing lovely pleasant memories as dreams.

I guess he sealed the "negative emotions" collected in exchange for that in this land with the volcano.

That's why a demon god was born from Kattura, and the loosening of the seal activated the volcano, reducing the amount of hot water due to the fluctuations that took place underground.

The faintly audible grunt is not an illusion.

It's obviously a volcanic activity underneath.

'... amazing brilliance, Grecas, what the hell are you?

"Haha...... Once again, they called me a wise man (...)."

"Well! I was."

Smart and nothing but cold sweat.

How many times have I ever destroyed something so big, even though it's a "treasure trove" that's degraded and lost its original purpose?

I'd say I don't remember as much bread as I ate.

"Grey!"

"Guru!"

And it's going to be a salvation for me when I'm about to flirt, my people are here.

Lentomia to Iola and Lu. And it's Calcis and Holteppe.

Larna is held by Iola's back and Fiftis by a warrior with a leasent-head.

"Ooh! Horetilla!

Holteppe has been at the forefront as he rocked his big body.

"Well!? You...... HORETILNO!? What an outfit? '

The stone screamed behind my back. "Holteppe" puts his head on.

"Ho ho, I've broken the seal in half, but you're right, well... we've had a great adventure"

I see, is that what you mean?

Continued