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

"Huffle, I decided to hug everyone today."

I grabbed Iola and Riola's shoulders while I was sitting at my desk studying.

"Wah!?

"Yikes..., Brother Gu no"

Iola naturally has more muscle mass, and Riola is softer and warmer. Iola smells like sweat and sun, and Riola smells like sweet honey.

I really feel like thrilling my face directly, but now I just weigh myself in on boulders and rub my head around to put up with it.

"... Guru, you win"

"Be sure to come back"

"Absolutely. Don't worry about it."

Let's do this after we get back safely.

"Thanks, thanks for the fill."

"… continue, please"

"Oh, oh..."

Riola turns her back with a cute look on her cheeks. Iola just laughs bitterly like a light.

Next up for such brothers and sisters are Luroni and Spiano. I'm a young couple, so I'll just give them a hug to say hello lightly. I went straight out into the hallway.

"Hey...... what is it?

"Sage ss...... There must be a lot of heavy loads."

I heard that voice behind my back, but I just don't feel like I can fight tomorrow without doing this.

And, from across the hallway came Plum and Hemperoza, who had finished showering. Dressed in pyjamas, he walks in wiping his washed-up redhead and dark hair with a towel.

"Oh, sage."

"Grey."

Plum and hemperosa with a warm, bright grin. Approaching those two, I kneel on one knee and kneel in the same position as the two faces.

"Both of you...... come"

Shit! And when I could hold him with both arms, they were kyotones, but he immediately turned my little arm around my back.

"Ooh? Are you lonely?

"Are you scared? Naturally..."

Unexpectedly hold your little shoulder tight. The two of them have a nice aroma of hot air and herbal soap from the bath.

"I'm sorry, but starting tomorrow... I asked you to leave a message."

"Clean it up and come back soon."

"Of course."

Obsidian eyes staring.

"I'm praying to the pendant Greg gave me."

"Ah. Let me know as soon as you notice something or see something I'm missing. Plum is more amazing when it comes to magical eyes."

Yes, it is.

Seriously and seriously nodding pram. I guess I somehow feel a different vibe than before.

"To the wise! I'll give you the souvenirs you asked for."

"Oh. I'm counting on you."

I stroked my damp touch head.

Hemperoza refers to souvenirs (...) as "seeds" of spreading magic (shrub gardens). I asked you to prepare a bag of this.

Hemperoza wants to go with you! I lodged a strong appeal, but this time it was rejected by boulders.

Terrible "Dragon of Doom" crusade, it's an extremely dangerous operation called Assault on the Holy Sword. I wouldn't even take you to a boulder.

But only Hemperoza's "magic seed" will be taken. I'm pretty sure this is going to be the trump card in the operation I'm thinking about.

"To make the strongest seeds with all your heart. Everything I've ever been taught... pour it in."

The little hand I grabbed all the time, it's hard to let me go.

"I'll teach you new magic when I get back. Enjoy."

"To!

As of now, the Wang capital Metanostadt is arguably the safest place. If things were to happen here or on the battlefield, that would mean that… it would be a pretty bad situation.

Thus...

That night, on the bedside of the room (the cot), I was the food for Pram and Hemperoza's "sleepover".

The immovable intimacy and warmth is pleasant, but it is rather hot and hard to sleep because it is not midwinter.

But what a pleasure.

In the quiet room, a gadget of convenience tools for cleaning the floors, Noremba, comes and goes.

Eventually, after work, Lentomia came fluttering with a rub of sleepy eyes.

Seeing my already sleeping ancestors Pram and Hemperoza, I thought I was going to give up, diving between my empty legs and pillowing my thighs, I started sleeping with Kuka.

"Mm-hmm, Greg. It's a mess..."

Now I'm totally upset.

"You guys... crap..."

"Well, sage Grecas. It's a big happy outfit."

Fairy Metius looked down at the bedroom (bed) and smiled pleasantly as he creaked.

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The next morning, at sunrise, I quietly slipped out of my bedroom.

Lentomia also causes it and then she gets herself together, cheering on Riola's bread, which was cooking for me during the evening, and the vegetable soup that Manuferno made for me, along with ham and cheese.

"The Awkward is Ready"

"I'm ready!

"Shall I come then? Lu, Lentomia"

"Yeah!" "Copy that!

Quietly open the door to the hall and go outside with the determination to be sure to return.

It was wrapped in white morning mist outside and quiet.

It's a quiet morning scenery where you can hear chickens crying from nowhere. The warriors of the Royal Methanostat Army also seem to be resting on boulders now.

Who the hell would believe something horrible is about to happen? The world is so quiet and beautiful.

What I saw when the fog cleared up was a "spire" toward heaven.

Yesterday, as we proceeded with the relocation work, a sliding mobile device was found in the foundation part. It turns out the spire as a cover can be eliminated in a way that cracks left and right. The operation can apparently be done from inside the Holy Sword.

Emergency requisition and removal of five houses and one warehouse that were around him also managed to see the way out.

This area will be largely due to the power of the coordinator's Ministry of the Interior and that of the regular army, which has accomplished the actual work with man-made sea tactics.

Thus the crusade with the trump card 'Silver (Platinum) of the Ethereal Dome (Fatimart)' was about to begin.

First, it turns out that the acceleration capability of the relocated iron pile cannon is not enough to launch the Holy Sword Battleship (...) into the sky, which can be considered a giant sword.

But that's where I make it happen with the same joint magic of Lentomia and me, the separation of spaces by the supercritical operational isolation junction that's surfacing the sage hall.

Ultra-driven (accelerated) enchantment of the isolated junction is super-accelerated by Lentomia's Circular Magic (Cycloa) - -.

This results in a calculation that reduces the mass of the sword to an estimated 12000 tonnes to just about 100 tonnes.

The basic maximum injection weight of the iron pile cannon is approximately 20 tonnes. However, by launching it with the "maximum output of disposable readiness", which I do not think about later, it was possible to eject fully.

Actual launch is tonight, but everything bumps into production. The final adjustment of each site begins shortly after this, and then it collapses into production.

It was Lentomia and Metius, and Lu, who took pleasure in riding the Holy Sword together.

"We don't have a choice to leave."

"Me too, sage Grecas."

"The awkward will also provide for you. Lord Wizard alone can be annoying."

"Thanks, guys"

I shook hands hard again with the three of them. Well, Metius, he's a little handshake.

"We'll just take a nap when we get home."

"Oh, okay."

Our friendship will never end.

Waiting in the square in front of the spire, two crew members (...) came.

"Hey Grecas. Do you have a bathroom?

The brave Ergonote appeared floating, with a big yawn on his head.

"Ergonote. For once, you should stop flying."

"Mmmm..."

"Oh, no, you look nostalgic, don't you?

What followed appeared was brown skin on dark hair stretched up to the upper back. He was Alverina, a wizard from Israel, a desert country, wearing a glossy bikini-type thin armor.

"Nice to meet you today, Alverina"

"What a sage, Grecas, change it. You smell like water? I would have liked to hear from you sooner. Finally... Atashi's dream, it's hard to fly."

- Schwalt Alberina.

A dark elf witch who can reach 300 at her age. With its overwhelming magic power, the iron golem and powerful hotline magic powers are such that they do not come true as wizards in the kingdom.

"Doctor, you're with me again."

"Lentomia! Glad to hear it. Have you grown a little?

"Hmm? What do you think?"

And where my mentor was happy to reunite, a carriage stopped across the square.

Apparently, a powerful helper wizard has arrived to be the crew (...).

"Oh, I'm excited."

"Blood boils, that's exactly what this is about!

It was an old wizard in a majestic robe and an energetic middle-aged, well-physique wizard.

"Thank you for coming. Sir Apraz A. Jill, Lord Valikerius, Commander of the Magic Corps......!

Continued