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

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I came to the entrance to the "Spire" of Metanostadt Royal Castle.

By the time we got here, we had gathered a large number of publicists (press) and Yazi horses to see the sage hall at a glance.

I appreciate the feeling, but when I'm dealing with them, I don't have a kiri. Instead he unfolded the Recognition Agitation Magic (Imagine Jammer), passing in front of him with a sultry.

No one noticed me alone, and I walked in a transparent human mood.

There was only one entrance to the spire, but a few guards stood in front.

Metius sat on my shoulder, but he saw the soldiers and hid inside the robe.

I don't have to hide, but he's kind of bad at it.

Unlock the Recognition Agitation Magic (Imagine Jammer) and show yourself. Surprise spread among the soldiers.

"Uh, can I come in?

"- Ha!"

Look at me wrapped in a sage's robe before you name it. The guard salutes and puts the spear away.

It seemed to tell me that it was coming.

As a matter of fact, the Magic Society tells me, "Come every day," so basically whenever you come, there shouldn't be a problem.

Ahead of proceeding through the passage through the entrance to the spire, there was the following examination: There the wizard of the red robe waited with the soldier with the sword.

- A magic test?

The makeshift "stuffing room" had tables and chairs, and the wizard seemed to be sitting down and drinking tea.

The robe is rarely embroidered with an eagle crest indicating its affiliation, and that seems to be a unit called the "Garden Numbers" who defend the Royal Castle by defending its magical defenses. Feels like a middle-aged veteran wizard.

"Stop there"

One of the soldiers spoke up.

There are multiple stretches of anti-magic junctions in the aisle.

Instantly displays tactical information (tactics) and enemies (circles) analyze magic properties.

Apparently, it's a magic trap (trap) that cramps an intruder's muscles and a chant-inhibiting magic system that makes magic unusable. Pretty tight security, I'd say.

I guess they are wary of "impersonation" caused by perceived agitation magic (Imagine Jammer).

"I'm here to investigate the artifact, may I proceed?

"This is... Lord Grecas, the wise man, I am asking. But once."

The story seemed to make sense that I was going to visit, but when the middle-aged wizard slowly stood up, he drew a tattoo on the ground with a cane in his hand.

Then a circular magic thread (MagiWire) rises and examines (scans) my entire body from my foot to the top of my head.

There may be others who dare to break in, so we can call it a decent job.

Naturally, the suspicion seems clear.

"I apologize, Lord Grecas, the wise man. From here on out, there's a magic trap set. I'm going to disarm you now, so please wait."

"Oh, that doesn't extend. It's a corner trap. You can keep going."

I control it with my hands.

"What?"

The middle-aged wizard was surprised at what he was saying.

It would have taken a lot of chanting and time to plant all this trap.

I'm sorry I had to disarm you just to get through.

"I'll let you through quietly."

Ah!? I stepped in without hesitation with a wizard and soldier in my ass with a face.

There is a magic thread (MagiWire) in the aisle that serves as a "sensing technique" for activating a magic trap.

They were intertwined with my magic yarn (Magiwire) one after the other, instantly determined the type of sensing technique (sensor), and poured the antispelling technique (antispelling) with a pre-prepared autonomous driving technique (appct).

Automatically chanted (autoloaded) countermeasures (anti-spelling) disable traps one after the other.

Simply put, it prevented the trap from being activated by pouring false information that it was "undetected" against the trap.

"Ooh........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

A middle-aged wizard admires him behind his back.

I made my way through the Magic Trap zone with the sound of my shoes.

By the way, even if the magic trap had been activated, it would have passed unharmed with the defense of the ever-unfolding 'Wise Men's Boundary'.

But that's abusive, not my way of being graceful.

"Without activating or destroying my trap......! Is this the help of Lord Sage..."

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

It's a little illuminating to be so surprised, but let me gently wave my hand and go further.

After a short walk, we reached the stairs down towards the basement about fifty merte.

There are several lights on the bottom of the blinding hole when the peek is mixed. It seems to be a makeshift research facility there.

"Look at it this way, it's terrible depth"

"I wish you had that flying barrel"

Fairy Metius jumped on Hilary's shoulder.

"When you can fly as easily as Metti."

That flying wine barrel still needs adjustment.

Every time I walked down a makeshift spiral staircase that sounded giddy, I reached the bottom of the core deep beneath the spire (...).

"Oh! It's like a secret base, don't get excited"

"Do you enjoy just having fragments (crap) at the bottom of the hole?

"Ha, don't say that, Meti, this is a mountain of treasure"

The bottom of the hangar of the Holy Wisdom Battleship was lined with narrow pieces of metal from the Holy Sword that seemed to have been recovered and what appeared to be part of the body of the Regioscal, transforming it into a secret laboratory.

Fragments and objects are each tagged and arranged on a laid sheet, during which the alchemist seems busy examining and walking to numerous scholars, their assistants and wizards.

And that's where my nostalgic face greeted me.

"Sage Lord Grecas, there you are!

"You are most welcome, wise man!

"Oh, to Assistant Monoreder, Assistant Scarley, you look busy as ever."

The two of them, who became waterfront guides to the Battle of Superdragon Drasilia, are officials of the Secret Service of the King's Government and still seem to be in good spirits (...).

Shake hands.

Assistant Scarley is an impressive beauty with blue eyes and chopped blonde hair.

Assistant Monoreder stroked his bronze hair appropriately into Brown's eyes, under the impression that he could still have a shave of his inert beard.

"We usually go to different countries to gather information, but it's easier here these days."

"I'm writing paperwork in the basement of a cool castle"

"I see."

Looking around, the crystal lamp lights up in the basement.

In the back there were a few civilians who summarized the findings in the dossier, beside which were also provided a rest area separated by boards and a space for snacks and tea.

There are about ten staff members working in Zazumi.

The spire of Metanostadt, where we are, was a hangar that kept the Holy Sword Battleship Ethereal (Fatimart) Silver (Platinum) protected for over 1,000 years.

The spire, broken in two at launch, now returns to its original form, with the contents (...) among the world trees 160 kilometres away.

The underground hangar, which has been removed from its shell, is under the control of the Central Immediate Group (Metano) Special Operations Group (Militia) and is used as a place to store, manage and analyze "artifacts" collected in the Battle of Superdragon Drasilia.

If it were to be a dangerous analysis or study, it would have to be done in "District (Area) 51" within the Yakuma Exercise, a secret base about 50 kilometers west of Wang Du.

However, it takes too much effort and time to move a number of personnel, such as scholars, to the wizards and alchemists involved.

So I guess this was chosen for security reasons against intelligence agents in other countries that it is a completely sealed facility (...).

- An underground facility in Wangdu Central. So you're saying it's a great way to hide a secret?

"Greg! You came!?

Once I did, the boy wizard ran lightly, jumping over the fragments placed on the floor, hugging me.

The two aides also round their eyes to the delightful appearance of a half-elf of their body that is laid idle in pale young grass colored hair.

"Lentomia!"

"Mmm! I missed you. Yikes...!

Gew, and he pushes his face against my chest and turns his arm around my back. I feel comfortable with the intimacy that goes with it.

I'll stroke Sarah's hair without thinking about it.

"Dear Sage Grecas, you two are close... you're very kind."

"Scarley...... There's nothing legally wrong."

Assistant Scarlett sees our friendship and says "special." Well, naturally, we're especially close friends.

A man's friendship is another hot thing different from a man's and a woman's.

"... it smells like someone from Greg...!

Kun, and Lentomia smelled it and looked up at me.

My jade eyes are staring at me.

"Buh!? Hey, what are you talking about?

What were you doing while I was gone?

Pompous, and Lentomia slapping me in the chest with a red face.

Monoredar and Scarlett are stopping the movement, keeping their mouths half-open and watching us.

"Hi-ha, take a nap! Yes, with Plum and Hemperoza."

"... Huh? It feels so dense already..."

He doesn't seem to believe much, but I also have a little fusi in mind, like he doesn't...

"Oh, more than that, Lentomia! You've been in this basement all this time?

"No way! Working hours (...) are until 5: 00 in the evening, we'll be back on the ground soon and staying in the Royal Magic Society quarters"

"Oh, my God, then I wish you could go back to the hall"

This is where the hall starts with its eyes and nose.

"It would be interesting if you were researching artifacts with some fellow magic societies (...). But I think I'll go back to the hall today..."

Eh heh, and Lentomia cheeked.

Some of the wizards in the half-elf who think they're tied up in a friendship that's hotter than anyone else have a face I don't know.

That made me feel kind of lonely.

"Oh, I miss you if you don't stay."

"Ugh!

After the Demon King's War, Lentomia is naturally a known being and many friends and acquaintances at the Royal Magic Society, which has been around for several months.

So are the top wizards coming from the other side, Leistoria and Majerna.

"There you are, sage Grecas"

"Oh, Lentomia called me."

White elf Leistoria gave a slightly stiff grin. The white robe that is woven with feathers has the same design as Lentomia and is a bit regrettable for some reason.

"... Hi"

"Ah, ah."

Next, I would also like to thank Magellna, the wizard of the ill-eyed blue hair. I'm not a bad guy, but I'm not cute and loving.

Nevertheless, I have origami when it comes to the strength of both of us. I saw one end of the force in a direct confrontation with Superdragon Drasilia, but it was more of a user than I imagined. Is the boulder near Princess Snoovel, the two most powerful wizards?

"By the way, Lentomia, did you find anything in Reguoscal?

"Oh, I was"

Lentomia looked back at me as she poked some of the flying black pancakes that had been kept nearby, some of the legs of the regioskull with her nail tips and a concon.

"Uh, there were eggs (...) and larvae (...) in this child's womb."

"hey...... what the fuck!?

"These guys seem to be female and male alike. They hatched eggs in their bodies, and there were children living in the same condition."

Magellna takes over.

And it showed a terrible fact. I mean...

"You mean regiosculls can reproduce!

Continued