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

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"Long time no see, Grecas! And Ergonote!"

"What!?

"Nah!?

Looking back to his bright voice, there was Faria.

Deep emerald-colored eyes on white skin glowing in the sun. He has long silver hair in half up.

The princess of Loudens (...) was looking at us with a smile that seemed to shine on her sweaty face.

"Faria......!

"It's been a while, really."

From the top of Rudens' ethnic costume, one looks at the unique outfit of wearing decorated partial armor (plate armor). It really seems that Faria is not dressed or in armor (...).

The style of using beautiful shades of decorative strings and wrapping partial armor (parts) around a spiral from the left shoulder to the big chest, heart, and hips looks like a costume to wear in these martial arts settings.

"Oh, don't look too much, though you'd be embarrassed!

Me, and Faria blushing her cheeks.

I glanced at Ergonote for a moment before turning to Faria.

"Faria, I was in the golem just now...?

"Nice fight, but you spared me!

Judgment loss due to behavior after magic runs out. We lost the game, but we had won the battle.

"Mm-hmm? Hey, what are you talking about? And I don't know! I just arrived. The horse didn't listen and arrived late. Again, we're late."

Squeeze your fists tightly and say it twice.

"Okay, I'm not listening anymore."

"Goodbye."

"Faria, you should sit down first. As a guest, you'd have been invited, wouldn't you?

Ergonote asks you to take your seat and sit down with me.

The servants who have guided Faria thank them and arrange drinks and such.

"Well that...... I was originally invited to represent Rudens. I was just planning to assist (support) the Golem Battle with Secondary..."

"" Was?

When me and Ergonote laughed curiously and mean, I turned red again and said, "Come on!" and covered her lips.

"The manipulator suddenly had abdominal pain... As long as I abstain... that I..."

As soon as Faria lowered her voice, she lifted her cup, exchanged a toast with Gatsungatun and drank it with Gokugoku.

"I went inside as a surrogate, so?

It is true that, even though it is for training purposes, we are going to challenge the active military spec golem opponent with a prototype, so there is no reason to be afraid if the liver is not so fixed. If the prestige of the country hangs, my stomach hurts.

"I wasn't in there! No...... keep that up......!

"Oh, okay."

I'm talking about Faria. If you are known to have "pushed down" Metanostadt's golem, you think you can't go to your daughter-in-law or anything else......

"So, is Mr. Sanya okay?

"Oh, now rest in the infirmary... how did you know!?

"Speaking of royalties who are free to go out in Loudens, it's about you (...) and Princess Sanya, headed by Falia, isn't it?

They are good at handling horses, they are small and would be suitable for golem rides.

And Rudens is alive and well, both king and queen. My oldest son and eldest daughter, for now, are free to sing about their lives, see the world and learn... I guess it's an educational policy.

"... is that a prospect for Grecas"

Ha, and laughing powerlessly, cheeks the cheese on the table. Faria was hungry or began eating one after the other.

"Did Secondary go to the infirmary?

"Ah. Sanya is a child whose stomach hurts when she's at heart...... Well, I haven't had a good sweat in a long time."

It was a cold sweat over here.

"Totally."

haha! and the three of us laugh like they used to.

Norside if the game is over. He said he would support Methanostat's young training soldiers next.

The time now is 1 p.m. The semifinals will be about to start.

The semifinals are two games, so it won't be long.

The first matches included Metanostadt's "Forgotten Hope Tone (Fogerhops) Ri", Town Hall Co-Production Team's "Kellock-kun" vs. the Empire of Prussia's "Magic Weapons Development Authority (Magyawapo Argans)" 's "Thin Ice (Isia)/Ice Moon (Iamon)".

The second match is the "Tarantia Type Seven" of Marinocerese "The Sea Dragon Craftsmen's Group (Seadun Makers)" vs. "Type 74" belonging to the Metanostadt Magic Soldiers.

I have the impression that there are a lot of combat golems left to stay in, but this is the only one left, I would also expect from a civilian (...) golem manipulated by that half elf girl Naru.

But I'm going to take my seat off a little bit.

"Excuse me, just go to the bathroom"

"Ah!"

There will be a lot of stories.

Placing the brave and female warriors of "Childhood Friends," I took to the backyard of the Central Arena (Colosseum) through the trail leading to the aisle.

They spread out what was originally a passage for workers to and from for stone mining, and neatly tidied it up.

The staff of the Golem Battle, as well as the audience and officials of the King's Government, are still coming and going.

The bathroom must have had a lot of temporary stuff down here and out.

Because of the robes of the conspicuous sage, people call me "Ah..." and "I'm the sage".

With a proper smile on my face, my gaze was looking for two girls, redhead and brunette, out of a large crowd.

- Where have they been?

I was just wondering if it was too late.

It had already been about half an hour (* about half an hour) since Pram and Hemperoza said they were going to the bathroom.

Iola and Riola waited in their seats with Larna, but they shook their heads worried as I turned my gaze.

They are not the kind of kids that are taken by bad adults, but they make a lot of noise.

When the tactical information display (tactics) was deployed, there was a nearby reaction from the enemy coalition (circle).

From inside the central arena, they were blocked by stone structures and did not react at all.

"What, you're nearby..."

Then I heard voices. I looked back in relief.

"Grey?

"To the wise!

A mild footsteps approached with a delightful voice that did.

If you look, behind Pram and Hemperoza, an unfamiliar man stood and stared at me.

"Where have you been? You're late, I was worried."

"I was directing you -!

"You did a good job."

"Well, that's good"

I looked at the man, hands on his two little bouncing shoulders, gently holding him close.

The man has a masked face that is neither surprising nor joyful.

He's about mid twenty years old.

The young man with blue hair tied behind him had a red sunset iris on his white skin as if he had avoided sunlight. His face was shaped neatly, but he was haunted by some strange sign of human separation.

It's not like magic or kingdom, it's something.

The man kept his gaze fixed on me and quietly held a meeting.

"Thank you for taking care of those kids. You are the sage of rumors…"

Were you simply surprised to see me?

"That's what people call it. … these children are of such a nature that they cannot overlook those in need. From what I've seen...... it sounds like it was a tease from a western country, but is there anything else you need?

The man's outfit, neat and aristocratic, felt somewhere obnoxious.

"I'm late for my application. My name is Automatériel Nollard. Alliance of the countries of the countries of the Stralia… from the Kingdom of Richtalia"

"Richtalia......?

It is a small country in the West, ruled by a king who is said to have the oldest bloodline in the world.

I sounded familiar to the name of the country.

Only once on the other side of a slight memory, I've heard it somewhere.

A chiseled cloud on the wind covers the sun for a moment.

In a landscape that has lost its colour and faded, only the red eyes of the youth shine like a disastrous ruby.

"To the wise...?

"Grey?

Gyu, and Pram put their strength on the hand that turned to my hips.

"Actually, I'm a sponsor of Marino Serese. The Golem Battle is really interesting"

Interesting, for the sake of saying, I feel uncomfortable with the lack of discouragement.

"Was it"

I didn't expect to come across this place with the shadow sponsors of the newest sharp golem. Coincidence or......

And I was looking for people.

"People...?

"Yep. He was the target of a small number of causes..."

A disturbing shadow hides in a man's eyes.

"... these kids don't know anything."

"No, this is disrespectful. It's the first time we've met. You've said something extra that you did with me. So... in this."

The young man smiles like a mechanical trick. A thank you to Pram and Hemperoza, respectively, disappeared into the crowd.

Sponsored, but it doesn't seem like there was any sightseeing.

Plums, who were asked the way by exotic youth, gave guidance. Nothing if that's all, it's a very normal thing.

But... what? This feeling.

Something... only strange discomfort remained, as if it had wound up the starch (discharge) that had precipitated in my mind.

Continued