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

When I realized, three weeks had passed since the Methanostat Cultural Festival.

The festival, which gave up a country full of enthusiasm, closed with great success.

The wounds of the Demon King's War also healed, and people seemed to greatly enjoy the joy of opening up from the desperate horrors of Superdragon Drasilia, separating their feelings.

Half Elf Girl Narulu, who showed her hard work in the Golem Battle, seems to be a popular person in downtown nowadays.

After the battle, he returned to his routine of magic tool artisan apprenticeships in Lower Town, but he was interviewed by a publicist (media) and impressed by the way he was answering blushing.

The little-known magic technician of Forgotten Hope Tone (Fogerhops) Ri gained prominence and began to be reassessed as a "meritorious man who had always supported the kingdom from below".

Looks like a lot of changes are starting to happen around Naru as well.

Now, when it comes to change, I'm also thinking about one end of magic technology in the direction of getting people to publish it and make better things out of it.

For example, about flying (...) buzz magic (...).

By ejecting the air, we provide the magic of 'Barrel' flying in the sky, and we ask them to develop further technology on their behalf (...).

It is not free to say that you will offer, but there is also the aspect of offering with a license agreement, that is, the business as a new source of income.

But when it comes to offerings, the biggest problem will be the core technology (...), "the magic that only I can chant".

- - Autonomous driving technique (APPLECT) continuously drives' Fluid Control Magic (Hydrostema) 'at a chanting speed of 10,000 times per second (Axel).

This (this) is all I've taught you, and it's not something a normal wizard can imitate. Because the core part of the core technology is the Autonomous Driving Formula (APPLECT) itself.

This mechanism records and inspires magical strings into "spaces of uneven phases" that are different from the world.

In other words, I'm the only one who can operate this at the moment.

In order to clear this issue, I decided to offer the crystal a "black box" of magic sealed in a semi-excited state and locked in magic (secure).

By selling the encapsulated crystal as a "central nucleus for control (core)" (...), we can outsource our development on flying magic vehicles.

As for the contract and other administrative methods, the King's Government and the Metanostadt Magic Society brokered it on its behalf, and decided to take the method that huge sums of money would be paid to me and the Artisans' Union (Guild) of Forgotten Hopes Ri.

This, too, would only be possible if there were a title of wise man in the kingdom. We have a mutual interest.

Speaking of magic technology, don't forget also Polerissa, the unpleasant square glasses man from Marino Serese, a substantial winner who developed an excellent golem.

"Next time I'll develop anti-aircraft weapons and knock you down on flying, despicable wine barrels. Let me tell you, it was a triumph this year. '

Quickly moving the square glasses with real regret, they showed the discomfort of leaving a discarded dialogue.

Still, when he broke up, he shook hands with me firmly and took up his journey home with two petty manipulators.

And I also came to find out who the mysterious man, Automatéria Norard, was.

His superficial title, a visitor from the countries of the Strasse and the Kingdom of Richtalia, seems to be a nobleman with the high title "Duke".

It's also an old family line that lasts more than 500 years, and you think it's the family of the four Grand Dukes in your country?

The assets are also enormous and numerous state-owned businesses, such as mine development and trading trade. The flow also seemed to have contributed to the development of a new golem for Marinocerese.

Sometimes it seems that he hasn't made it public.

It's an incredibly old family of magicians.

According to Search Magic (Ggol), which I was reluctantly allowed to use, it actually seems to be going on from an older era instead of 500 years.

It is also considered descendant of a force that was at odds with the ancestors of the Royal Methanostat in the mythical period, perhaps dating back to the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia).

That's what started showing up all around me.

- Be careful in any case, so to speak.

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The view of the village of Finovocci from the study is completely winter. Wheat fields and meadows are sunk in tea-dried shades. The scenery of Kasumi (Kasu), as brushed with thin ink, is due to the fog (kiri) that characterizes this period.

Dim cloudy weather has continued over the past few days.

From the leaded sky, it's no surprise that white snow still hits.

I don't want to get out of a house with a warm fireplace on a day like this.

Or it hasn't come out in the last few days.

I refuse even if they tell me to come out.

Basically, the living area is a study.

All you have to do is play games with everyone in the living room dining room and watch the streams and interviews with the publicists (media) that the crystal sphere shows. And then we listen to everyone, we chat, we eat dinner.

Well, a peaceful routine with nothing perfectly.

It's been a wonderful day.

Of course, sometimes I try to hug Manuferno in my room and try to get along with Riola and have a nice time.

Plum and Hemperoza, Larna are on winter break, so you can hear the doozy, loud footsteps from downstairs.

The four children below Spiano are also getting better and better. He was three months old and turned around, growing up by the time he got high.

The problem right now is if you catch a slime crawling through the room every once in a while, you're going to squash. There shouldn't be any hygiene problems, but from the mother's Spearno's point of view, it would be a sight that she would likely graduate. I'm worried about this, too.

"Sage su......!

"Oh, I'm sorry. Safe... should be."

Speaking of which, Iola has been away for a week now.

"He said he wasn't manned enough to prepare for next spring's field. I'm going to the village of Tibalagi."

"Whose place is it?

"... it's the Haluan house"

"Well...... good luck"

Iola blushes and snorts, but this may be past the stage of "pale love" after a moment.

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Recently, by the way, there have been some "rumors" circulating around the children of the Wang capital Metanostadt.

It is a letter addressed to the wise man that he wrote a "wish" and put it under his pillow to sleep, and eventually his wish will come true.

Provided that the following three shall be observed:

- One, that it is a serious wish.

- Two, writing your name and address.

- Three, writing a secret spell.

If an adult asks, "I won't get a letter I won't send out." "Sage is a great wizard who can make a name for himself in the world. You might read a letter with magic." "What can I do to help you with your child's words?" They'll say a lot.

But I want you to feel safe.

... Are you reading it?

Every day, 100 or 200.

It's being read or something......

Because cute fairies (...) perform cosolitical search magic (...) every night, late at night, when the child would have been asleep, and pick up letters.

"Sage Grecas, hold on! We still have fifty more left!

"Let me sleep now..."

I stuck it on my desk.

"You might have a kid in real trouble!?

Fairy Metius stood on his desk and hung his brow with his hands on his hips.

Honey-colored hair illuminated by perfumed oil lamps is fluffy and up to the waist, and limbs of smooth complexion extend from the dress, which hides the body to an unfortunate degree.

"I've read about a hundred copies, but you want a sister, you want a cat, that's all..."

My sister would ask her father and mother to do it, and my dog and cat would have a pet distribution business.

The kids' innocent wishes are wonderful, full of dreams and nice, but they have no obligation to make wishes come true to me, and most of the time they are wrong where they should be asked to be.

It is not necessary to explain again the identity of the "rumors" that spread among the children, but it is due to search magic (Ghor).

The unique magic (unique skill) of a wise man (me), who can gather information from books that exist in the world, or from books, letters, lithographs, etc. that existed in the past.

But this magic has become a wise man of the kingdom, and it is still a top secret.

From the wizards at home and abroad, "aren't wise men using divination using crystal spheres, water basins, etc., or something like farsighted (...) magic (...)?" It seems whispered, "but nothing seems to notice who the magic is.

No one else will know what I see in my eyes and what I can know unless I slip my mouth poorly.

Only Lentomia, the master, knows who my magic is, but the magic of the phrase "because it's just the two of us." (...) makes him not going to talk or tear me apart to someone.

"In fact, you saved the children in need."

Proudly, the fairy Metius rubs her lips off my cheek.

The area touched is warm and very ticklish.

"Well... that's a coincidence. The orphanage gardener said he was sick, so I happened to see him write in a letter."

"Coincidence guides destiny, and the wise Grecas has done good."

The trigger was that one day, about two weeks before now, the enthusiasm of the Metanostadt Great Cultural Festival would remain - -.

Continued