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

"Fully healed. It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?

The blood that was flowing from his knees stopped and the wound blocked without a minute hanging.

Sister Manuferno smiled gently as she laid the "red candle" on her hip porch.

- The magic of healing......! Awesome......

Rare and special (...) magical powers can be seen at a glance as well.

Iola looked at Sister Manu's handiwork with a look of respect and admiration.

Surprised by the miraculous power, the same goes for the potato selling open-air dealer and his daughter Harua. I am rounding my eyes to the "power of healing magic" I see for the first time.

"Soot, awesome! Miraculous power......! What are you... what the hell!?

"Knee (leech) wound disappeared"

But Harua immediately covers his face with a hood to hide his bandage-wrapped left arm and face.

Sister Manu, the only thing you healed was a leg wound you made when you fell.

Harua didn't try to look stubborn with his originally bandaged left arm and left side of his face.

"This is okay... It's an old wound. I don't want you to see it."

…… Yes. "

Sister Manu didn't try to go any deeper.

"Secret. Make the magic thing a nightshaw, please. Don't tell anyone."

"Ha... yes"

Manu, a monk clothed man with silver hair loosely tied in two, is one of the same "legendary heroes" as Grecas, the sage.

It was both proud to be with such amazing people for Iola, and a moment when she was reminded of her powerlessness.

"Oh, and then we, I wish we could buy potatoes..."

As Iola cheeked, Riola pounded her stomach with her elbow.

"Already!... potatoes please"

My father took out the bag in response to the words.

"Take as many potatoes as you want"

"No, but that's not how..."

Iola takes the potatoes in the basket. The splendid, big grainy imo was splendid and smelled like some nostalgic dirt.

"Is that it? This... Tibalagi's?

"Yep! Yes, it is! Because we are here to sell from Tibalagi. However, the King's capital is confused by dragon noise..."

The store owner's father wipes the sweat. Hair cut short into sunburned face. Give me the verse. The fingers and muscles that stood were forged in farming.

"Me and Iola...... oh, this is my brother for once. I'm from Tibalagi."

"For once..."

Bite Riola's "Here" description.

"Did you! With a whirlpool......! It's a pleasure to be able to help young people in my hometown here. Look, Hallujah thanks you too..."

"... thanks"

The girl, called Halmia, stared at Iola, who exchanged words with her father, only halfway through the crude hood of hemp.

I can't see my face very well, but the color of my eyes, which I can only see on one side, is the same color as Iola and Riola.

He ties his bright chestnut hair together and flushes it to the left to hide his face. Small, but fourteen or fifteen, shouldn't it be about the same?

Dirty clothes with dirt and dust were old and worn out, and by the standards of the people who wanted to go to Metanostadt, they seemed a lot more miserable.

When Iola and I looked at each other, I turned away.

"... sorry, this girl (Ko) was attacked by demons in the field last year... she suffered terrible wounds to her face and body..."

"Oh yeah..."

Riola and Iola face to face.

"... don't look..."

Harua got round with her knees. The bandage wrapped around his left arm was probably meant to hide the wound.

"Sorry."

"This daughter won't even be my daughter-in-law anymore. Wounds like this also make my wife's hand... I wish I could at least be quiet for the rest of my life and live in peace in the village...... Sometimes demons come to devour the fields, and they get scared."

In a sinking voice, his father offered Riola a potato full of handbags as he lined up the potatoes at the store.

"So much!?

Riola rounds her eyes.

What's the rest of your life, the rest of your life...!? Even though this kid's still about his age? Why can't we just give up the future?

"That's okay, thanks. It tastes nostalgic, I'm sure."

"Ah...... thank you"

"Your daughter is about the same age as our daughter... Even people from the village live well."

"Yes, I take care of a very good person"

Riola honestly received the favor from her father and drowned her head.

"Hey, uncle! What is a demon... a demon of Inoboo or the wolf tribe after it? Coming to rough eating at seasonal milestones?

"Oh, yeah?

My father looks a little surprised at Iola's voice all of a sudden.

- If it's that much of a demon... even I can get rid of it!

Iola didn't wear a sword, but she remembered the feel of a sword pattern that was always lowered on her hips.

If I were in the village, wouldn't I have gotten rid of the demons before all this sadness happened?

If Riola were to suffer such a wound, she would feel unable to stay or stand, driven by the thought of a thousand cuts in her stomach.

"Couldn't you get rid of them in the village?

"There are no warriors or young men in the village who can fight with their swords. Although there are some who will rebuild and come back to the village one by one.... A few months ago, strange people came aboard and started religion (...) and something strange happened... Quite."

Weird religions are the Prussian Special Task Force (...), the Sanctuary of Divine Root (Sincon) (Sun) Soliciting Union (Ilassia), which occupied the heart of Taybalagi.

That too must have devastated Mr. Guru and driven him back to the country. Iola also intends to cooperate in that battle with slight force.

"So you can't hire escorts?

My father dropped his shoulder there small.

"... you seem to have a good life in Wangdu. … Now the village doesn't have the money to hire a escort."

"Ugh..."

"I borrow men like me, even old men and women, and I manage to get rid of them. But...... this is how the injured also get out. I have also told the King's government that since the religious incident, he has consolidated the border zone with officials and warriors as a guardian to other countries, but he has not even responded to demons leaving the village fields."

His father clouded his voice when he said it like he'd given up. At the end of the tired face gaze was a crystal ball broadcast of the streets showing the figure of the brave Knights.

"Metanostadt has such fine knights and warriors"

Iola scratches her lips all the time.

He vaguely thought that being a special "knight" would protect everyone, Riola, and even his hometown village.

"Brother. Knights protect kings and nobles, and warriors defend their country. You can't even protect people in villages like ours..."

"No!"

"... to people in the city (...), I don't know"

Iola breathed unexpectedly into the sad words of Harua.

At least you didn't come to help yourself, the girl's eyes as she sat back said.

Though I retained my life as I was about to be eaten to death, the body and heart wounds I sustained seemed too deep. On the side of Harua, who would otherwise be a beautiful girl, there were indestructible scars, from cheeks to neck muscles and from shoulders to arms.

Misleading with bandages, hood and hair, there were ugly marks on the slightly visible face and wrist.

"Oh, I'm in Tibalagi Village -!"

And Iola got stuck in words there.

What was the word I was about to say?

- Be a knight to protect.

Knight defending the village......?

Ha, and the thought stops.

The knight... is what protects the king.

- I swear allegiance to the king and queen, or to the princess, and I will not defend you with my life. That's the knight, he said.

That's what the book said.

It's not something that protects the village and protects everyone.

Then what do I really want to be?

Iola keeps the potatoes in her hand and repeats her intense grinding and self-questioning.

Patrol the past.

- I... become a knight. And then the village... shouldn't we be able to save it?

"Io......?

The day I even fled the village just to live and reached the village of Finovocci.

The villagers helped him where he was trembling with hunger and cold, and put him in an orphanage outside the village.

At the time, I still had nothing to eat in the middle of the Demon King's War, and I believed it was only my existential significance to protect my sister Riola from the hands of evil men in a harsh environment.

- I'll protect Riola. You have to be especially strong to do that!

I should have sworn to my heart then...

Winter ended at the same time that the news that the Demon King had been defeated, and by the time spring arrived he was lucky enough to be picked up by a very good man named Mr. Cecily. A smile finally returned to Riola and only a few peaceful days came.

And I want to be brave! simple thoughts and actions from the longing.

Fate changed on the summer day when I knocked on the door of Master Sage's (...) house.

Incredible adventure days and warm days with fellow museum members -.

Pleasant pram and sisters named Hemperoza. Meet the lovely Larna.

Real (...) brave Ergonot, super awesome swordsman Lu, and super warrior (...) Faria even though she is a beautiful and beautiful "princess".

The time I was teaching swordsmanship to such legendary strong people was really fun and dreamy.

I will never forget the cool of the Knights for saving Iola and Riola and Plum refreshingly that day when the giant plant monster (...) broke out.

I believed innocently that knights are great warriors like heroes and protect "everyone".

But what the knights were really protecting were people like countries and kings.

It doesn't always protect the common people and the villagers.

Since when have you noticed this? and Iola asks herself.

Weren't you pretending to be aware, but not aware?

Wasn't wanting to be a knight an excuse to run away from the fact that you couldn't be a "brave man," a word you said in bitterness, not wanting to acknowledge the end of your dreams?

Iola clenched her fist all the time.

Quietly lean down without a word.

I got eyes to eyes with Halua sitting with her knees.

"Even I... want to protect the village..."

Words that squeeze out are about my parents, about Riola, about Harua. Everything mixed up and came out and it was a word.

A little light lit the halua eyes on Iola's seeping words of regret that seemed regrettable.

"If only there were someone like you in the village... I'd be glad..."

Iola was confused by the wishes of such a girl and had to say something to make her hasty mouth slide.

"Oh... I will... one day, when I will defend the village, I will be a knight of potatoes!

My head was confused and I had to say something to make my rush slip.

Is that it? What, a potato knight?

With his knees in his arms, he's only looking up at Iola with his face in his eyes. Pale chestnut hair can be seen at a glance as hometown.

A girl with a really beautiful face (Harua) who seems quieter and weaker than Riola.

"... pup. What... it"

Halua laughs.

Iola thought she was very cute when she laughed, but she blushes with the intention of fixing it.

"Io! Let's go back to the village together someday"

Riola slapped Iola on the back with a laugh.

Kyoton for sudden words.

"Io doesn't have to be special, he can save someone. Did you know that?

"Huh...?

Riola's words fell on Ston, and on his chest.

Elbow up, myself wanting to be special. I feel like I forgot what the hell that was for in the first place.

"You've been helping me, haven't you? Larna to Pram and Hempero. Everybody. So... that's enough. Now Io can save the village, right? I'll go out with you then."

Riola said, "Right?," he snapped his little neck.

"What... I mean! Isn't Rio gonna take the exam and go to the high school building?

- Plus, he wants to be your daughter-in-law...

"That's tomorrow (...) We'll think about it again. Brother Gu, no... he'll take it back from the dragon, tomorrow for us."

"Ah, ah...!

I'm about to forget, but a horrible dragon may break out and the world may perish.

A large number of wizards to the knights in the army. And the brave Ergonauts and Grecas. Everyone is fighting together and trying to reclaim their future.

On the crystal ball communication on the corner, something strange seemed to have happened, and the rushing relay footage was starting to flow.

Black clouds flow through the sky and people start hurrying their way home with anxious expressions.

A customer gathered to give me a potato and raised his voice.

"Hey, there you are!

Dad goes back to business. Halua also stands up to help.

"Um, Mr. Manu! Oh, please! This child's wound... can't I heal you!?

"Io......!

I know it's a glamorous wish. I'm just a resident, not in a position to ask for it.

In such an emergency, it is natural to be scolded.

But that's all Iola can think of right now.

Iola bows her head seriously. Sister Manu gently lifted Harua's left hand as she nodded quietly.

"Ah..."

"Secret. If you can promise not to tell anyone, tomorrow (...), visit the wise man's mansion. You might be able to erase the wound a little bit."

When Manuferno said that in a whisper, he looked at the wound from the gap in the bandage and nodded, smiling.

…… Oh, no... no. "

"Tomorrow. There you are. There's a mansion next to the castle, so you'll see. And don't tell anyone, Naisho."

"Ha... yes!

Hallua enlarges her eyes.

The monk in front of him healed his knee wound with magical healing power.

Then maybe this facial wound...... Halua glanced at half his hidden face with his fingertips with the thought of glowing in the slightest visible light of hope.

"Healing. This may not work perfectly. But... I'm sure it'll be prettier now."

"Fine......! Like before, I want to walk around town with my face on..."

"Thank you, Sister Manu!

Iola gives thanks in a bright voice.

"Hometown. You're a friend of Io-kun's village.... from what I can tell, I'm very jealous. Take care of him one day, protect him."

When I said that, Sister Manu walked away. Riola also leaves with a bag in her arms and a bow of pepper.

"See you tomorrow (...)!

"Yeah! Thanks...... Knight of Potatoes......"

I'm an Iola.

"Iola...... kun"

Iola laughed and waved small, in a light foothold, rushing out after the two of them, distracted by clutter.

Tabernacle

... besides.

One day, in the village, like this...