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

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After a delightful dinner listening to Hemperoza's unstoppable chatter, I glance over the documents for the Metanostadt Central High School Exam that Manuferno collected for me.

Only turn on the perfume oil lamp in the study and concentrate and carefully read many documents.

The application form contains a consent form, etc., but sign where necessary. I'm virtually the guardian of Iola and Riola (...), so be careful so there's no loopholes.

"That's it," he said.

All you have to do is submit it tomorrow but when you go to Wang Capital.

By aiming to pass the Methanostat Central High School Building (General Studies), Riola seems to have decided on her belly.

If you pass, you'll pass from here, so you'll need a daily pick-up and drop-off in the carriage. I can send it to you, but "Full" and "Blurb" have already been improved so that you can manipulate them even in Iorio.

In any case, I'm really excited to see Riola dressed in a high school uniform.

And the iola in question is commonly known as the Knights School. I officially intend to pursue another school building called "Metanostadt Central High School and Knight Training School".

What an eightfold knight training school, even though the multiplier of exams is twice as high for ordinary subjects as it is for capacity (!) and seems pretty harsh.

Both primary exams are academic exams in writing, and if they fall, that's where they end.

If it can pass, it will be a secondary exam, but since the general department is a long sentence submission and interview, it will not fall off if it is not excessive.

The Knights School has a secondary exam, but this one has a difficult written exam pushing the multiplier.

However, Iola will be challenging the "Knight's School, One-Art (AEO) Entrance Exam" after carrying a letter of recommendation from the village school building.

Difficult secondary exams show off swordsmanship, martial arts, or magic instead of exemption.

In particular, this one says the magnification is six times higher at the narrow gate.

I'm just worried about whether it's easier to study or hone my swordsmanship skills, but knights who stand on their backs carrying kingdoms require both.

Ultimately, they have interviews, but they just seem to be "sifted" by motivation and ideological creeds.

In the case of Iola, as long as she passes the primary exam, the secondary is more likely to be a "piece of work," so I feel like I can handle it......

- Mm-hmm. I'll have to look into the "bailout" if it doesn't work.

From here on out, I decided to rely on search magic (Gogol) on boulders.

If you fail at the Knights School...... and. What? What?

... Hmm. I see.

- Secondary recruitment for general studies (...), is there also...

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Pram came as if he'd predicted I'd finished writing the Iolas' papers. And I say, "Read the book -" so I'll teach you that and this while you're reading with me.

What surprised me was that Plum was beginning to memorize drawings and books of rather difficult creatures and plants.

"Plum wants to study it so that we can live properly -"

"Well, that's a lovely dream"

"Eh heh."

Walking is slow, but once you remember, it's fast from there. I seem to remember more "intuitively" than rationally how plants grow with light and water or how soil affects them.

"Plum is surprisingly great. I'm thinking about it."

"Surprise is fine -"

inflate puku and cheeks.

"Ha, sorry. Right."

When Pram and I read the book side by side so much, I feel like we're back in the beginning. I kind of feel like a pram at the beginning of all sorts of things, but I don't know... I find myself loving.

And the next thing I know, I'm going to replace it with, "Come on, do your magic training!," Hemperoza pressed. I go out to the garden with my hands drawn.

Under the moonlight, the two of us train in precision control of the spreading magic (shrub garden) and extended duration.

Hempero or I, stretching out tentacles like shrugs and tentacles under the fiery lights of phosphorescent magic (Will-O-Wisp), may seem suspiciously dark (dark) from a distance.

"Hey, why don't we cut off the spreading magic (shrub garden) and turn it into an independently moving green golem?

"Mm?"

"Spread the tare on the ground and make all of it human!

A flock of green man-shaped golems that gush from the ground at all costs. Dark-haired hemperosa laughing high with a nympho over there.... an unexpectedly trembling sight floats behind my brain.

"... I'm like an evil wizard, shall we go on some other route"

"To? I think it's a good idea."

"What are you aiming for, Omae..."

Hemperoza thought for a moment, but immediately gave him a face. Let your black eyes shine and look straight up at me.

"Travel the world with a wise man… to be a wizard to help those in need!

"Hempero......!

- Is that a dream?

"Oh, my God."

I grabbed my little shoulder softly.

It was already past 9: 00 at night when I finished my training and finally took a breather.

After that, I decided to head to the hall garage alone and immerse myself in the hobby of building an "aerial propelled wine barrel".

This magic tool that flies through the sky also feels like it's going to be a thing in a little while, so I want to use this to fly around the big sky.

This is my dream. You can have about one of your childish dreams because this is when a dragon is about to resurrect to torment people with despair.

(* Expected Completion Diagram w)

And early morning when I dawned overnight.

Brushing my teeth, I think back to the evening.

After being immersed in his hobby, Lentomia invited him to work with him in the analysis of the magical formula of the example regioskull.

The night Metius woke up here, too, so the three of us took care of it.

We synchronized each other's magic and did magic analysis at high speed.

I find a lot of meaningful things to do and put them together as countermeasures. I repeated that task.

I noticed that Lentomia slept easily in my bedroom.

Metius seemed oddly tense and energetic, but by the time the morning sun began to rise, he dived into the gap between Mozomozo and the book.... Somehow I feel like me.

And if you notice, it's 4: 00 in the morning.

Sleepy well.

This hour of all-night dawn culminates, sleepy.

I had no choice, so I came to wash my face.

I look like I'm dying soaked in drowsiness as usual in the mirror.

Rather, I want to dive into my bunk (bed) and go to bed now. Until about evening.

"And that's not how it works..."

There is an impending crisis to contend for a moment.

Though there is a respite of two weeks, there is a danger that it will be sooner with some kind of clap. Such matters must naturally be taken into account.

A small window next to the sink revealed the idyllic landscape of the village of Finobocchi, which marks the end of spring and the early summer.

The wheat leaves begin to grow and spread everywhere like a blue carpet.

We can't end this peaceful world.

"Come on, today... suppose to look for the Holy Sword (...)"

When I spoke to myself to inspire myself, I stretched out.

And bowl with Riola on her way to the kitchen in the early morning.

"Ah! Brother Gu, no. Good morning. You're early, aren't you?

"Oh, Riola. Well, you haven't slept."

"Again? If you do that, you will fall..."

Riola looks worried. The hair of the chestnut hair that had just woken up was so messy that I reached out and caressed my head.

"Fine, I'll help you with the baking."

"Already...!

Riola's angry, lit, what a cute smile shines in the morning sun.

It may be a stinking way to put it, but maybe it's my dream to protect these smiles and dreams......, etc. Is it because of the odd tension at dawn all night?

Either way, I'll be able to fight another day today.

Continued