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

"Sage...... said it was Grecas!?

"Why... you..."

I didn't answer the two surprised questions and threw each other's swords behind me when I took them with a "mucus life (slime) whip (whip)".

Gashan- and two swords make noises at the same time, piercing the ground in the rooftop garden.

It was easily snatched away because within seconds the paralysis venom penetrated the hand and blunted the sensation.

When I freed the two of them from the "slime whip" bondage, each of them took a few steps backwards.

"I would like to beg your pardon for the sudden disrespect. My name is Grecas the Wise. There were shallow edges and itching on both sides, which led me to intervene in this way"

I told him in a more playful voice than usual. And pay for the messy sage's robe badly.

"Sage...... Grecas!? You..."

"Leak Jean, that's the man who saved the dragon man."

"But are you going to stand in our way!?

The other two dragon men (Draguns) also pull out their biological swords (Bioblades) and set themselves up.

"Well, don't move!

A dragon man with a tattoo on his face (Draguns) drank. He stares at me with a harsh face and tells my people not to lay a hand on me. Apparently, Leak Jean is the name of this young leader.

Illuminating the aerial garden are the lights of the pine lights lit in the four corners and the lights leaking from the hall that was the dinner venue.

One of the winged dragons (Wyburn) that was dangling over the sky descends sharply, but without knowing what to do with the sudden change of circumstances, it plunders overhead and flies again.

The moment I turned over, the flaming exhalation (braces) appeared vivid against the background of the dark night sky.

My heart is a wizard who seems to be riding a winged dragon (Wyburn) in the sky. The opponent should be able to strike out into some sort of action, but there's no sign of movement, more than I put him in the lead and set him up.

- Do you mean to see how it goes first?

The sights of King Zeeheid of Loudens, Faria in her dress, her sister Sanya, and the three Dragon Men (Draguns) were gathered to me.

"This prince is my old friend's brother. Well, as you can see, it's quite... stupid."

"Nah..."

The prince clenches his teeth while holding his arm down. I know a hundred words of disrespect, but the life of Prince Secondia rests more with me than with the king.

"And you dragon men (draguns) saved the lives of my lovely split-plum hearted gentle forest people..., I don't have the nerve to see them hurt and fight each other"

"But you should have nothing to do with it! It's the prince who caused it in the first place."

Dragon Man (Dragon Man) Goes! and open the wings and sit low.

"... I know exactly what it feels like to be hurt and angry about something important. If I'm in the same position as you dragon men, this prince feeds Slime alive."

I waved my arms at the same time as I said, slamming the prince at his feet with a slime whip.

"Ku!?

Joo! And the white smoke rises and the prince melts. It was deliberately beaten with a slime whip (whip) with a strong acidic poison.

"... mmm...?

The Dragon Man (Draguns) frown.

The dragon man (Draguns), a woman who manipulated the winged dragon (Wyburn), who was resting his feathers, is also standing up and asking.

"Listen! Forest people - the great dragon man (Draguns) - 317 years after the creation of The Guardian of the Silent Moon Dragon (Signo Renatión Guardia). I am deeply impressed and sympathetic to your noble actions and philosophy, your awe of the True Dragon (High Dragon) Ayrheim Li Euglia."

When I spoke softly, the Dragon Men (Draguns) opened their eyes and looked at each other as if they were surprised.

I stay deep and thank Leak Jean with my head down.

It was found that the colour of the eyes of the dragon men (draguns) who were burning in anger changed to Russia.

This would have done at least the "talking" air.

- I wonder, sage Grecas ♪

Metius showed a string on the tactical information display (tactics) that came in front of me. I'm wearing a cute symbol at the end of the story, so I'm about to leak a laugh through my nose, but patience.

The answer would of course be "perfect".

What I just said is I used the power of search magic (Gogol) to plant it. Look up their history books fast, gather information, and use them for negotiations.

Instead of that shoulder, the fairy Metius took charge of it.

Not so much as a manuscript (...), but I searched through keywords that had been scattered throughout their conversation until now, and I picked out the relevant phrases. The name of the dragon, the formation of the organization and the god who professes it. They were reflected in tactical information displays.

In part, the elusive parts written in the languages of the Dragon Men (Draguns) and super ancient elves were shaped by combining some translation magic (Yakutus) with a relay conversion.

"This time, I hear that my friend's brother (...) worked disrespect for his dear God. Did... did this prince apologize (...) to you and God?

I turned to the prince in good spirits.

Secondary is holding on to his paralyzed wrist and staring at me with a blue face.

Behind you, King Sieheid and Faria are watching this one with a hard spit.

"... the person, the sexual roots are bent. There is vanity and jealousy for those who have made great achievements, thirst for power coming from their own powerlessness, impatience...... It's like an empty vessel, and you don't even have the weight to apologize."

A tallest dragon man, who seems to be the oldest of the three, frowns at his roots and looks at Prince Secondia with his eyes as if he were even going to look at garbage, telling him to throw up.

The prince couldn't say anything back. I'm just squeezing my fists and shaking my shoulders all the time.

"... Prince Secondia, do you really understand the fact and meaning that your thoughtless and unscrupulous actions have hurt the dragon and caused disaster and disturbance?

I asked quietly, but in a strong way.

…………

To the silent prince, I change my words.

"Say something. If you weren't Faria's brother, you'd be like this by the time you numbed my friend (...) or sister (...)"

Pattin! and thump his fingers. There's some personal grievances, but that's it.

"Ku......!?

As soon as he was on his knees, the prince fell to the ground. Furthermore, I deliberately move my fingers in exaggeration so that they can be seen from all of us, and bend the prince's hand to the ground relentlessly.

"Ah, ku......!

A prince who has no magical resistance, but tries to resist with temper besides. But putting it under the control of my magic yarn (MagiWire) is easy.

I don't give a damn about Faria's face or even King Sieheid all this time.

I may also be looking at Plum and Hemperoza through the window, but I just hope I don't understand what this means in the long run.

It is no longer the wicked wizard's place of business itself, such as magically grounding a prince of a country, but poisoned with poison. This is the only place.

A prince who seeps remorse in his face, but doesn't yell at me for cursing gossip would be quite the proof for him. Most importantly, the reflection would not be conveyed to anyone without words.

"Do you have anything to say?

"... su..."

"Hmm?"

"Shh... sorry..."

"A little more, clearly"

"The dragon... your precious dragon... I'm sorry I hurt you"

Hearing the prince's words, I unraveled the magic.

"Did you hear that?

There spreads agitation and surprise between Zawa and the dragon men.

"Well, now you can step on your head, how do you do it? Are you going to apologize and decapitate the irresistible prince?

Now I looked at the dragon man who was taken aback with a cold face.

"Oh, I don't need an apology for all that form! What I want is the soul of those of us who hurt the great 'God'! If you dedicate... your anger will not subside."

One of the dragon men yelled with a harsh look. As if to echo that, the winged dragons who held back behind them also gahaaaaaaaa! and peel Kiva out.

"Anger... whose is it?

I said that with my index finger vertical and swinging sideways.

The magic thread that was crawling through the floor unleashed simultaneously, dominating the ganglion of the jaws of the three pterodactyls (Wyburn) and closing their mouths simultaneously.

――

Dragon riders panic, but Wing Dragon (Wyburn) doesn't listen anymore. I sat up on the spot and stopped moving like a stone.

The spinal cord of a simple winged dragon (Wyburn) requires at most ten seconds for innervation.

The distance is also only ten merte. I had enough time to plant it.

"Let it be decided! True Dragon (High Dragon) Iaheim Li Euglia, Our Guardian and Great God."

A completely barometric dragon man (Draguns) still eats down.

"Ho? That means" alive, "right? The more angry...... in Kensei"

I asked one dragon man without changing his face.

"Ya, sure don't live... I am. But! He's hurting and suffering!

The one screaming is a young man in his twenties or there, who grew redheads on his blue-haired skin unconstitutionally. The dragon's feathers, which grew from his back, were moved with the scapula in a basil.

I looked up at the winged dragon (Wyburn) swirling over the sky and then lifted my glasses with my fingertips.

"Really...... trouble. The prince made an apology. The dragon is alive. What do you want? Life? I don't think this prince's life will heal the wound.

"But... but"

The dragon men don't seem to realize that they've been pushed into the filling phase.

But it's also dangerous to hunt them down at once.

If so.

"Strange thing...... how did the prince get into your 'God' castle? In the beds of the ancient magically bound dragons of True Dragon."

I open my arms exaggerated and ask, alternating peeps into the Prince of Rudens, who is suddenly self-defeated while sitting, and the Dragon Man (Draguns).

"As you can see now, before my magic, I just think that the prince was utterly powerless, that is, that someone had guided him. Ha...? Speaking of which, who is the one who was advised that the one who hurt your dragon is the Prince of Rudens?

――――

In my words, I looked at each other like the dragon men (draguns) took their breath.

The meaning of what I said propagates to Russia, even between Phalia and Sanja, the king of Rudens, who was listening in silence.

That's as if you threw a stone in the water as a ripple.

"It's time, why don't you come out? I'm in the sky, the wizard of Prussia, where... let's get cold?

and -.

Suddenly, Byu! and the snow began to gush like a blizzard.

Looking up, the white snow was found erupting around a single Wyburn dancing in the sky.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

A freezing cold voice echoed from above.

Continued