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

Spiral staircase of stone on the inner wall of the spire, now extended down.

The windows everywhere saw the streets of Metanostadt. It seemed to have come down a long way, and I began to hear the people on the road and the hustle and bustle.

"Hang in there, we're almost there"

I tell myself, the only thing that looks spicy... is me?

Going ahead, Luluoni keeps Larna on her shoulder, moving on with a light, firm foothold.

I even make room to have fun chatting with my redhead Larna in an atmosphere like a daughter with my young dad, shaking the cat's tail all the time.

Walking cheerfully to jump as well is Dwarf girl Fiftis.

A dwarf tribe with a small body but original strength. I'm not so tired. I'm down the stairs.

By the way, I'm not wearing bear kigurumi today. They had Spiano and Manuferno sewn together the smaller ones with the plums' clothes, blue overalls on the red shirts.

Fashion like some plumber if even a beard grows but looks good.

I feel like what she calls "the sound you hear from the bottom of the ground" could be some clue to today's "search for the Holy Sword".

Extending down the stairs is easier than climbing, but still hard.

Without being forced, I expanded the Magic Enhanced Exterior (Maginotics), which should also be called Magic Power Assist, to my ankles, making it a little easier.

"I'm thirsty."

"... me too. Let's buy a cold drink in the street when we get outside..."

"Agreed. Come on, walk tight!

Hemperosa casually says on my back (...). Then get off, you son of a bitch.

When temperatures start to get higher, they start selling cold, cold drinks in the open air.

This is thanks to wizards who can make ice, but they make ice out of pocket money and sell it to dewstore merchants. The open-air merchant uses it to cool fruit juice and milk for sale.

Speaking of which, last year we met at the Cultural Festival, students of the Methanostat Magic High School (...), Knox to Pessinar, also worked part-time at Tingil Hyde's Magic Ice Cream Shop.

How are Tingil and those two...?

With that in mind, Hemperoza is spinning her arms around my neck and singing her nose and stuff in an upbeat mood.

I'm tired! And I'm "nagging" my apprentice, who started crying, but it's getting heavier.

Every time I walk, the slender weight of one person rests on my shoulder. It feels comfortable to have a slightly sweet and warm feeling coming from your back......

"It's time for you to come down, can you walk?

"Yes, sir! Greg, your leg is broken."

"No, not that weak though!?

"I don't have a choice..."

Hemperoza gets off reluctantly because Pram says he looks worried.

"When you're feeling better, don't even pram!

"Ugh..."

It was me laughing vaguely and deluding, but the exit of the tower leading to the ground was right in front of me.

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"Sage, how did it go?

"Did you find anything?

Downstairs, two special aides, Monoreder and Scarley, rushed over. This is the chapel of the Methanostat Cathedral Association. The light from the large stained glass illuminates a neatly lined long chair for worship.

"Hmm. I can't say anything."

I made the right mistake.

In fact, the "spire" next to the castle is built closely in the giant chapel of the Methanostat Cathedral Association. The only way to climb the tower is up the "hidden stairs" behind the chapel.

I mean, you have to go through strict security to get in, so the average person doesn't get in.

The search for the Holy Sword is Princess Snoovel's secret life (...), but if I'm actually going to investigate, I can't take the liberty of walking around the castle.

So I asked the familiar Monoreder and Scarlett, two special aides, to do the rooting job. They gave us the procedure and application in advance, so we put it in a crisp investigation.

The chapel had accumulated full white beards and a gray-haired old man in a large decorated monk hat, but what an archbishop he said.

I say hello politely.

and the plum rushed over quickly and gave a toast to Pecori.

"You have a fine and lovely mustache!

A conversational technique that suddenly enters the other person's nostalgia. "Oh well!?" and the Archbishop smiles, too. Basically, he looks like a beard I want to brag about.

"Ningen's God story, I want you to let me hear it, Dace"

Then Larna's glittering, toddler girl favor eyeliner.

"Ooh! That's good. That's good! Sit down."

"I'd rather have a drink than an old story..."

"Then there's the church's special... holy chilled water."

To Hemperoza's order, the Archbishop prays to heaven as he cuts his mark.

"Ooh! I want a drink -!

"... in water?

Some young priests are harrassing over there, but at a totally plumb pace. Well... let's leave that to Plum and Hempero and the others.

"... Again, you didn't have a sword"

The intelligent beauty Scarlett asks me clerically, but even the mono-reader is cracking.

"Scarley. You are too hasty to conclude. According to my research, this tower was built about a thousand years ago. It's after the collapse of the prehistoric magic civilization, which could be called the extinction of mankind, the catastrophe!

Sage knows all about that, Mono Redder.

Monoredar sounds like a real pleasure, but Assistant Scarley frowned.

The beauty aide is right, and I've done some digging before climbing this spire. I used search magic (Gogol) to examine all the literature and records.

But with all this huge building, there are surprisingly few descriptions.

There is no such thing as a holy sword hidden here.

Between the Methanostat royalty, it is even more so if it is the silver (platinum) of the Ethereal Dome (Fatimart), a holy sword passed down only by mouth.

About this tower, too, the general history books say that "the kings of history have built more" and "have grown taller as objects and things". But when I actually went up the stairs, oddly enough, there was no trace of the higher construction, even after they had been added.

Today's actual measurements show a height of 150 Merte. Maximum diameter 38 merte. The basic structure is made of hard artificial stones (similar to the 'concrete' of different worlds).

The spiral staircase is constructed loosely along the inside of the "Egg Kara," and the central part of the tower appears to have a hollow structure.

My magic thread (Magiwire) couldn't penetrate this artificial stone and I couldn't see inside.

That is, if the Holy Sword is hidden, in this tower it seems certain that it is… but I can't find any karaki or magical signs that I'm going to let in.

You could intentionally say, "I'm losing my way in".

Strictly sealed buildings up to unusual. Something's wrong.

This... that is.

"... From the beginning, this spire emerged here in this form. Like covering something up."

I didn't build it after the city was built. Instead, after this tower was built, the city...

"Yes! Yes, it is, Master Grecas the Wise! That's what I wanted to say, too. There's no trace of him taking over anywhere. I saw this cathedral and came up with it. I wonder if this was the first tower and later (...) built a cathedral (...) or castle (...). Yeah, the city and the walls were built long afterwards. You know what, Scarley?"

Stand up like a mono-reader is excited. Looks like I got ahead of myself.

"It can't be, Monoreder! That's not what it says in history books."

"What it says is not always true."

"You must be a special aide to this country!?

I shrug my shoulder just because Scarley was stunned. Intelligent and theoretical. It seems more of a pile of arguments than intuition, the type I'm not convinced it's unreasonable.

"Well, there... I need you both to do me a favor. I want to check the basement. One of my men seems to know the entrance."

Send sight to Fiftis, a dwarf girl drinking cold water from a priest.

"... Huh?

"Underground, is it?

The two aides looked at each other.

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"Oh, oh!? You're here, Master Sage Grecas! One of these Metanostadt 43 nobles, ask Baron Yale Marn for a favor!

I squeezed my hand when I thought a middle-aged gentleman featuring a curly beard had popped out the front door of the mansion.

This is the North Side, which hits the back of the "spire". It is a district lined with aristocratic mansions.

It's Baron Yale Marn holding my hand.

The other day, a man came to my hall to complain about "ghosts in the hall".

The mansion is twice as good as the "Sage's Mansion". In the middle of the city though. The land behind the royal castle and spire makes the sun slightly worse and the garden narrow.

Honestly, I think it's easier to live in my hall. That doesn't matter.

"... glasses. I'm sure of it here."

"Oh, my God, oh, my God"

The mysterious ground vibration that Fiftis has been talking about ever since he wore it to the King's Capital.

I affirmed that the source (...) is about as close to the spire as it is to the basement here.

I'm surprised it overlapped with this aristocratic hall.

I mean, isn't some kind of construction underneath the spire the culprit of the ghost noise? It also leads to that.

"I want you to make sure you find out who the ghost is. No... I don't mind you exorcising me!

"Ah, ah."

The Baron looks to me with anticipation.

"Master Grecas, the wise man, in his petition the other day, is turning around saying that he is in trouble. May I interrupt, Baron?"

"You're welcome, if you're with us, go inside!

When Scarley, a metano beauty, said, the baron grinned as he was convinced.

Continued