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

"That's nice, I can see the stars."

Stretch your white and supple arms toward the night sky.

The water sounds lightly, and droplets bouncing off the light of the lamp return to the surface as they glow in the darkness.

Lentomia opened her thin fingertips as if she had caught a star, and eventually closed quietly.

"It won't arrive."

"... it's a star because I can't reach it."

Stars shining in the starry sky are believed to be gems in this world (Titi).

Is that some kind of metaphor for reaching out and not reaching?

"Winter night skies are so clear. It's full of stars."

The two of us line up and soak in water and look up at the night sky with no ceiling.

Lentomia was right, there were countless stars blinking in the clear winter sky of the air.

Hot air sucks into the dark night without sound.

On the side of Lentomia, neat as a crop, was a muscle or stick with wet hair, and the tip of the characteristic elf ear was slightly red.

"... my hands are getting cold"

"Wow!? Cold!"

Lentomia's arm, stretched outside the hot tub, touched the cold winter's outer air and was completely cold. It's something that suddenly pushes my hand against my cheek, so I unwittingly twist myself to its cold.

"You did it, you!

"Yikes!"

Basha basha and hot water rippled, and my voice and Lentomia's snap sounded.

We ended up soaking up in the hot tub together.

Hot water in the hot spring district of Verse Cline is revived, and it is thanks to our daytime efforts that we can indulge in this comfortable hot spring. It's a natural flow of... together in the sense of honoring each other's labors and seeing each other.

I'm removing my glasses so I can't see them very well, but there's nothing else I want to see. It's more convenient to have a "natural mosaic" state with blurred vision.

Earlier, while we were soaping each other full of bubbles, we gossiped our backs, and washed our heads together with eagles.

The herbal-scented shampoo was of good quality, and the finger streets of my hair were smooth and I felt like a hairdresser.

"Is there any itching?

"Hmm? Behind your ears."

And, well, this was fun, ticklish, and somehow... happy time.

Originally, this half elf is a "magic master" to me, so it's only natural to pay tribute and take care of this much.

But now me and Lentomia have their positions reversed at some point, and they rely on me in battle situations, usually even sweet.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the hot bond of "friendship" (which Manuferno originally began to say) between men now develops into a strong relationship of trust, bond (stigma) with each other.

By the way, I seem to be losing some of my memories since I came to this world. I don't know if that's the reason, but I wasn't sure how to distance myself from others.

Still, I feel I have been able to gain a lot of confidence lately thanks to a lot of my friends and manuferno. Nevertheless, "normal friendship" can actually be harder than a relationship between a man and a woman.

The brave Ergonote is a "brother," and Iola feels like Lu is a "disciple".

Lentomia is also a disciple when it comes to age alone, but it is her presence as a master of magic that compensates for it.

Because I can talk casually and I can naturally relate to my skin, this should be a fine friendship, or "friendship", no matter what anyone says anymore.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

Chapon, and the rising hot surface of the white hot air ripples.

"I don't feel comfortable with guys."

"Hmm... I was thinking the same thing"

"Uh, hey, glad to hear that."

"Oh, oh."

Kiku, and Lentomia leaning over my shoulder from the right, so I move ten centimeters to the left.

Sometimes I was circling when I noticed a hot tub for both of us while I was repeating that.

It's very subtle where the line of friendship between men is, but is this... critical and safe?

"It's getting hot, is it time to leave?

"Hmm, right"

Hot water and adhesion make it look like it's going to go away.

"Well, Greg has to go to Manu's next time."

"Huh?"

"It's a promise. Grecas Sharing"

Lentomia narrows her jade eyes and laughs as she wraps her wet hair around her fingers.

I rounded my eyes. Manuferno and Metius, and Lentomia take the liberty of forming an alliance, splitting me up and having fun (?) The promise was still alive.

"Yes, okay?

"Of course. 'Cause Manu is Greg's lover, isn't he?

"My lover..."

This one blushes more at the half-elf I say beforehand. Well, I can't replace it because it was originally red in the bath.

"My friendship is better up there!

Lentomia snorts confidently, but where the hell does that unshakeable belief come from?

But let's just say now I'm going to let that word sweeten you.

"Thanks Lentomia, I'll be thankful!

"You're welcome."

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When I went out into the hallway, candlesticks were regularly raised on the walls and the beeswax lights were lit.

The inn is bungalow built but actually quite large. Is there going to be about 50 rooms? Different voices could be heard leaking from the room around, from fun laughter, to talking, to voices I'm not sure what.

When I went out into the hallway and passed in front of the Plums' room next door, I heard a fun voice from inside saying "hey" or "hey".

"... so, the glasses"

"It's Dace!

From his voice, he's probably in the middle of a "Chick Girls' Party" with Larna and Fiftis as well, not just Pram and Hemperoza.

Take a bath together, eat sweets and chat......

That must be a peaceful and enjoyable time.

I'll forgive you for staying up late tonight.

I walked past the room and came in front of Manuferno's next door.

Thanks to Lentomia and her long soaking in the bath, she wrapped her lit body in a shirt and, for once, her familiarity is OK.

Asking around, Concon knocks on the door.

After a moment of silence, I heard rattling and unlocking from across the room, and the door opened.

"Welcome. Welcome, Greg."

Round glasses for a slightly gentle face on the cheek.

The usual condition of the manuferno showed his face.

Gladly narrow the sickly eyes. She has wet silver hair that seems to be fresh in the bath and flushes it to the sides in one loose, fluffy braid.

They invite me into their room with a hint of soap.

Tighten your face that you're about to get a nigga by accident,

"Are you sure?

What a cool voice to hear.

"Of course. Come on."

"Ooh!?

Manuferno grabbed my hand with his warm fingertips and pulled into the back of the room.

What a bold and aggressive......!

Should we continue to avalanche in the bedroom, or should we take a momentum open-air bath...

The room has the same structure everywhere, but about two mertes from the door is an elongated entrance entrance.

It has a place to put your luggage and a toilet, beyond which is a living room with a table and chairs and a fireplace. And behind it is the bedroom with the cot. It's never gorgeous, but it has a clean, well-maintained and calm atmosphere.

And the living room facing the front yard has access doors, where an open-air bath is provided.

"Welcome. I've been waiting for you."

Lightly bouncing manuferno voice.

If you're looking at good scented silver hair and white noodles, shouldn't this place be hugging you from behind for now? The thought depends.

"Manu......"

And I just shook my arms up...

"Oh! You're here, Greg!

"Ah, Brother Gu, welcome..."

- What are you talking about?

Me solidifying in a pose that hits me from behind.

Manuferno turned himself in there, spilling a nickel and a grin.

Waiting for me there was Faria, who looked relaxed, and Riola, who cheeked on her mouth with baked sweets.

"Begin. It's the beginning of a just reflection (...)"

"No!?

Continued