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

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The time was already past noon when I realized it.

Speaking of what you were doing after the doozy that rolled up in the dining room in the morning...... a lot.

Secondary, it seems that you (...) have decided, for now, to ask the lady general in the dining room to come from herself and let her work in the dwelling.

I was heartbroken. Being Faria's brother doesn't make a difference, but it's a little hard to do until I'm told I swear allegiance.

He seemed willing to start over from scratch, but I don't even think that personality would suddenly fix it. It would be a good opportunity to work, even in terms of determining if you mean it.

By the way, I peeked and saw it earlier when I passed in front of the cafeteria "gravy no. 1," but it was a great time to have a guest in.

From what I saw, not just those who work in the castle, but for some reason, the "female fans" were pushing for a glance at the former (...) prince.

I took an order in an unscrupulous fashion, carried a prepared set meal, put it on to see him washing dishes in the kitchen, well... he seemed kind of alive unexpectedly.

Well...

There is a reason why he spent about half a day alone cursing the vicious True Dragon (High Dragon) of losing his life in three days.

Simply put, he was gathering information and doing a downward look at the whole incident that is happening now and working out an "operation" to deal with it.

I was in a room at Rudens Castle.

It's a room called the operational conference room used by military officers, with a blackboard on the front. This is where we're going to brief, or summarise the situation and give an operational directive.

"Sage Grecas, we've looked into the magic you need in the library bookcase."

"Thanks, Meti"

"And... the barrels and the secret residents were working together to keep us away."

"Well... that's dependable"

There are a number of secret residents lurking in the hall, including Rat Yutaka.

Wine barrel golems, mysterious maid slimes, and handy tools (gadgets). They receive excess radiation from my magic, and work the morphological maintenance magic (Sonomama) continuously to maintain its appearance and move.

Now that we're shutting down the supply of magic, the amount of magic left (stock) accumulated in them will be about two more days.

If I don't break the curse - or if I ever lose my life like this - they're just going back to what they are, the "normal slime," which means the end of the "Sage Hall".

"Even if the magic disappears... those kids will stay in the hall forever"

Metius fluttered on his shoulder.

He looks so tired, and his shine is a lot less.

The magic supply to the fairy, which is integrated with my magic, managed to continue in a fine, non-responsive and critical manner.

It's small enough to give you one drop at a time, like an infusion.

Still, Metius never ceases to grin at his temperament.

"The magic won't go away. I'll make sure to protect you too."

"Well...... sage Grecas. I... have sworn to be with you since the day you rescued me from the prison of the Library Connection. Everywhere... I'll serve you."

"Meti......"

Moisturize your blue eyes, fairy staring at me.

"Ah! I can't see the front. Yikes!

Lentomia came into the room with a bunch of books so as to block me and Metius from playing (...) in a tragic way.

He was doing a lot of research at the library in the basement of Rudens Castle.

"Lentomia, have you found him?

"Ma'am. But... why do you want to know more about The Curse of the True Dragon now? It would be quicker for me to find out naked Greg himself, wouldn't it?

"I have a good reason. And you don't have to be naked!

Lentomia is dressed in plain clothes with embroidery and weaves a white wizard robe on top. He's barefoot in half pants that don't even make him cold, but he's wearing long boots to his knees on his sneaky feet.

Even though he's a boy, he looks like an absolute realm flickering, but well... that's good.

"Why?

A half-elf boy wizard tilting his neck.

"Who is my curse?"

"Wasn't it just the dragon that got angry with him?

Lentomia lowers her hips to a nearby chair and joins her legs, spreading the book and pointing to the page.

"Did the book say that?

"Yeah. What I've been looking into"

Now that we have restricted the use of tactical information display (tactics) and search magic (google), the power of our peers is indispensable.

If you have search magic (Gogol), you have to find out if you can do it in one shot, whether you want to read the book yourself or ask people, or with the help of your peers.

This is a laborious task, but like Second Dia, you can think of me as standing back to basics and starting over from scratch.

Which one?

Stick your head together with Lentomia and peek into the book.

This is how it was written in that book that it was written hundreds of years ago.

"What touched the wrath of the dragon, a black curse tattoo floated, and they all died mad from the pain of being chewed up with Kiva. A hundred wizards tried to lift the curse, but none could lift it as one," he said.

"Right? You're right about Grey's symptoms. Besides, you can't disarm it."

Lentomia pushes me around my shoulder.

"I see. But... now I'm clear. This magic is not the original magic of dragons. No...... extra modified (...), should I say"

Lentomia in my words, huh? And I thought, and I rang my hands out.

"Add...? Oh, okay! The part where the curse 'moves toward the heart'!?

"Discover. The Ice Wizard Cubereria probably added some features to the" True Dragon Curse (High Dragon Despariah) "he got. The magic of forcing me to expand the features for my convenience... here it is."

I exposed my left arm.

Traces like black rings, as if they had been bitten by something, are exasperating.

"So the wizard added the part about moving toward the heart later."

"I guess. Even if the True Dragon's Curse can't be lifted, the part I added later in piercing (...) should be... fragile (...) right?

"I see!"

When Lentomia moved her elf ears so tightly, her emerald eyes stared at me and glowed. Looks like you found out what I'm trying to say.

The "Curse to Death" engraved on the wrist of his left arm had already approached his heart about twenty centimeters. I tried to inspire "search magic (google)" for just about five seconds, and it traveled roughly five centimeters with distracting pain.

If you simply calculate based on this, assuming that there is only about 60 centimeters, from the current position of the curse on the arm to the heart, with approximately 60 seconds of magic excitation, I will die.

Speaking of sixty seconds, if you're an elementary wizard, it's time to finally finish chanting one spell.

If I combine tactical information display (tactics) with autonomous driving technique (appct), it's possible to inspire a lot of magic in a second, but time is not the only problem.

Because the speed of progression is also closely related to the consumption of magic (...).

If even the simplest "search magic (Gögor)" progresses in a centimeter per second, the calculation reaches the heart in seconds if it consumes three times as much magic as the "Enemy Boundary (Circle)" or if it consumes more than ten times as much "Quarantine Boundary".

Of course, Manuferno and Lentomia, as well as the countermaneuvering ceremony that Metius applied to me, should serve as a breakwater and slow the progress, but to what extent we can buy time, we won't even be able to try it.

"So, there's one thing I'd like to ask Lentomia. I want you to create a magic that reverses the direction (vector) of the curse. No matter how. Mislead (...) the position of the heart, or drive the detection of magic (...) crazy."

I closed one eye and showed it to him.

"Yeah! Then you'll be able to do it in two hours. Boulder... The Sage's name isn't Dada, I didn't think of it! Even though you can't use magic, Greg is still Grecas!

"Ha, don't"

Lentomia shudders and strokes her head with both hands, so I laugh as I accidentally light up, too.

Sure, I can't use magic right now, but the knowledge and rules of magic, and above all the magic combat experience and introspection I've been diving through, fortunately seem to have remained in me as a "fortune".

Magic equals sage, I thought...... no.

I'm sure power isn't the only thing that creates the form of being that I am.

It's... my friends and friends and lovers who stay beside me like this. It is their involvement and the experience and wisdom they have accumulated that create the "cataclysm" of themselves.

For the first time since I was half-sealed of my magical powers, I noticed pride and alarm in myself. I was overconfident of my magical powers at some point.

And it prompted me to look back at the very existence of the wise man (me).

So even if the curse could be eliminated, this would be engraved all the time on your chest as a lesson.

"I'll help you, too."

"Yeah!"

Metius and Lentomia quickly spread the book and paper on the table and began writing magical manipulations.

and a bunch of silver armor came into the room, along with the gushing and the noisy.

"Grecas! Is your body... okay?

"Master Sage......!

Coming to one of the castles offered as an op conference room was Faria, whose entire body was wrapped in silver glowing armor.

My sister, Sanya, was also dressed yesterday, wearing partial armor (plate armor) and wearing many swords on her body.

Others have a middle-aged man who seems to be a clerk, one youth per man. They also wear the same lineage of full-body armor as the silver faria.

"Lord Grecas the Wise! By the life of King Sieheid of Rudens, we, the Rudens Dragon Warriors, will do everything in our power to protect you."

Zasha, and in an undisturbed move, the two warriors put their hands on their chests to show their salute.

"Thank you. So... shall we start the brief?"

I quietly flipped Sage's robe.

Continued