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

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Next to the "spider-type golem" tied with cranberry grass, two people sit with their knees saying they were the sister and brother they were piloting.

It's good that you got out of yourself with persuasion (...) by slime, but you're totally blue.

My whole body is wet because after bathing in waterfalls flowing from the top of the world tree and washing away my slime juice.

By the way, the mucus (slime) of "Mucus Magic (Sluddu)" I get out of my hand is a pseudo- (...) imitation of a real wild slime, not toxic.

"Mucus Golem" may be too much for boulders, but it is a magical life that can be manipulated freely by mixing magic threads (MagiWire).

Essentially safe and durable, it has recently also been used on the legs of the walking 'Sage's Hall'. In the early days of my journey to Isravia, I stretched the real slime out of the wine barrel and into my legs, but I was in the process of replacing it with artificial slime due to fatigue and other problems.

Well, that's a little off the record.

When the knight Rembrandt stood in front of the two, he stood firmly together, frightened.

"Who are you?"

Knight Rembrandt interrogates in a cold, low voice.

Interrogating the two is the role of the knight Rembrandt. This world tree is only under the control of the Kingdom of Metanostadt, because only a knight can surrogate authority "in the name of the king" among the members present here.

"If I tell you... what are you going to do?

The voice of my sister (...), who behaves in a temperament, is shaking a little bit.

"You're not impressed with returning questions with questions. It's a waste of time. Answer me."

Eighteen or so years old. It's a younger impression than me or Manu.

The hair is slightly wavy with light black skin, dark glossy hair, and ponytail. The color of the eyes is pale blue.

You can say that the characteristics are the same as those of the Marinocereses who worked at the base.

Reflecting the warm climate, he looks mild at first glance, but his willingness to live in his eyes seems strong and wise. It is also like a student in a school building, with something unique (...) atmosphere.

The outfit is a Southern ethnic costume with embroidery. White half-sided jacket with trouser style up to seven minutes long under the knee. Sleeves and knees are tied with decorative strings and brown hands and feet are slurrily stretched.

My brother is thirteen years old, no matter what. Do you feel older than the Plums and younger than Iola and Riola?

Her face looks a lot like her sister's but her hair is short and she is blacker and tanned than her sister's. I'm wearing the same white hemp clothes and I feel like I'm feeling weak.

"I am an orthodox knight. I don't do anything. I just want to know what's going on. Tell me why you were in the World Tree, and... tell me about this golem."

The knight now slightly loosened his voice color and asked quietly.

"I'm sorry. I knew it was a bad thing... please. I don't care what happens. Please forgive my brother."

"Then answer!

At the expense of myself. But I guess I'm trying to protect my brother. That's bullying, but it's also a good place to worry.

"Oh, hey!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Conversely, my brother is also trying to shelter my sister. What a beautiful sister-in-law.

Phew...... and knight Rembrandt sighed. Obviously the colour of perplexity is floating.

Apparently, it's pretty hard to interrogate a child.

Point your gaze at me like you're asking for salvation.

- Oh, boy. Baton touch, you mean.

"... I'm Grecas the Wise. You've heard of him before, right?

I decided to call myself Sigh Mixed. Because if we don't do this, we won't be able to talk.

"Grecas...... Huh!? Lies, ho...... really? I can't believe there is a wise man here................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Hey! It's real! I saw it on a crystal ball! Those robes, the glasses, the one that was showing. Yikes!

My sister and brother look at each other.

They finally connected the footage of the crystal sphere to the slime. The name of the wise man who strikes the world does not seem to be Dada.

I'm quite anxious to see how it's blowing...

"Don't worry. As you can see, I'm with you and your near-age children and women. [M] You don't have to be afraid. I'm not gonna do anything terrible."

I looked at him a little further away, worried, looking at Manuferno, Plum, Hemperoza.

An excited looking pram to see the spider golem and Hemperoza floating the color of vigilance.

The look on their faces contrasts, but Hemperoza's vigilance is more than just unleashing a spreading magic (shrub garden) and shooting down a "spider shaped golem".

My brother seems more convinced of you, but my sister hasn't lifted her guard yet.

"... isn't it terrible to attack or slime attack all of a sudden..."

My sister stares at me.

"Mm... Otherwise, you'd have been wiped out by that elf wizard."

Point at the half-elf with your jaw as you climb onto the spider shaped golem and look inside.

"Ugh..."

"Hey......!

"In the first place, this world tree is currently under the control of the Kingdom of Metanostadt. Within full sovereignty. That's what you people from other countries were into on your own...?

Talk in a slightly tight tone.

And then he turns his gaze toward the knight Rembrandt, who is staring at the two with a rugged look on his arms.

As a knight, I may as well capture the trespasser and bring him to justice, but it depends.

As far as I'm concerned, there was a budding desire to know the power of this golem, because it should help us climb the summit of 600 Merte.

"I'm sorry, Master Sage.... I'll be honest with you."

You finally convinced me that the two of you revealed who you were after you named them.

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The two are Marino Serese.

My sister is Camilla Alvar. My brother says you're Calva Alvar.

My sister manipulates magic with golem. I mean spider shaped golem pilot.

Apparently my brother also has magical powers and acts like an engineer who keeps supplying power primarily for driving.

Together, they revealed who they were with the staff who belonged to the Seadun Makers.

"Seadun Makers? What's that?

Lentomia listened to the elves.

"Sure, at Marino Serese carriage manufacturers?

Knight Rembrandt glances.

"- - A group of craftsmen (Makers), a symbol of the industrial power boasted by Marino Serese. Among them, large companies that develop from ship carpenters who build fishing vessels and now handle the production of highly functional military carriages (...) and military golems. That's..." Sea Dragon Craftsmen. "

I picked up my knowledge with search magic (Gogol) and read it out as a slur. Everyone on the spot is impressed with my knowledge.

Well, it's always the burning blade.

"So, can you tell me what the purpose is? It's too early to talk if you don't have a problem, other than trespassing."

I repeated the first question again.

"... Yes. It's an order from above. Sneak up on the World Tree... and find the remains of the Holy Sword Battleship (...) faster than anyone else. I need to bring even one of the fragments..."

"What do you use that stuff for?"

"I hear it's a technical interest. Anything more, I don't... I don't know"

My sister Camilla Alvar keeps her mouth shut there.

And, sharp...... and a hard metal sound sounded.

"Knight...... Sir Rembrandt?

"Retreat, wise man, that sister and brother will know something yet. We'll take you back to the base for questioning."

Rapier was gripped in his hand that emitted a cold light of silver.

Continued