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

BOOO on the snow......! and "Air Cushion Madame No. 13" gliding lightly.

It is a technical validation prototype to confirm the principle of 'hovercraft', which floats by spraying air vigorously from the lower body.

The appearance of inflating the skirt and drawing irregular orbits as the white powdered snow rose in abundance seemed great at first glance. But when I actually moved it and looked at it, the problems became apparent one after the other.

"Sage Grecas, we'll fall into the creek like this!

"Come on! Good... I can't control it. I can't stop."

I flew out of the sage hall and ran down a loose hill, okay, but now I don't have the means to stop. Tilt your body like a reverse injection and it finally stops.

"And you stopped."

"Phew..."

I'm not going straight. I'm not stopping up there. Furthermore, if something is put on top any more, the surfacing itself becomes more difficult.

The request of King Metanostadt's government is also seemingly unscrupulous: 'I want to transport farther, faster than carriages, in large quantities'.

My 'hovercraft' proposal shouldn't be a bad way to approach it either.

For example, as a vehicle for both surface and surface use, if the use is limited, the use is likely to open, but it will take a considerable amount of time to solve technical problems.

"Hi, I have bad direct stability..."

"Sage Grecas, isn't it still hard to float surface sleuths with the power of air alone?

"Sure enough, you'd better turn up the output and let the sky fly"

When it comes to putting heavy luggage or people on board, attitude control becomes extraordinarily difficult with air pressure. Flying the sky is even more technically challenging.

"Why don't you reconsider from scratch once?

"... hmm"

Adjusting the parameters for the control technique from the tactical information display (tactics) for a while, not to mention the whisper of the fairy Metius, made the movement a little better. Somewhat freely, he moved as he glided over the snow, starting to go straight and bend.

But that's only because you used the power of my 'Wise Man's Magic'.

Because it performs high-speed computation (...) using an autonomous driving technique (acrypt) and carries out difficult attitude control. Attitude control magic (balancer) is performed on "Barrel (Barr)" at super high speeds that say dozens of times per second, stabilizing the posture is now the condition.

In the first place, this is a spell chant at a rate unlikely to be a normal sorcerer. My Autonomous Driving Ceremony (Acrypt), which can also be called "Tiger Child," doesn't want to be known as much as possible, and I can't teach it to a magic workshop (Marsenal).

"Well fine. Let's call it a day."

I recalled Air Cushion Madame No. 13, which was gliding through a gentle hilly snowfield stretching around the hall.

Shh... and the air escapes from the skirt part of the returning wine barrel and returns to the original much-loved 'Barrel (Barr)'.

"In the meantime, I was able to retrieve the data. Let's try to use it for our next idea."

"The sage Grecas seems troubled, too."

"Oh. Apparently, we've had a cheap contract."

"Something that doesn't seem"

The white fairy laughed as she shrugged and sat on my shoulder.

I've told Lentomia to think of something by tomorrow, but it looks like we need to rethink it.

After all, transport by wheels (...) may be… suitable for reason.

- Hmm...? Seriously, if you say so.

"Students were making wheel golems..."

I come up with that and look to the garden end of the hall. There, everyone who was tired of snowball was making big snowmen.

"Me!

"Push it -!

"Huh!

"Tori!

Hemperoza in pram to Iola. And it's a co-production of four people, including Riola, and it looks like a lot of fun.

"Statue. It's amazing to make it out of snow."

"First time to see it, Dace"

On the bench at the end of the garden, Manuferno looks at such a peaceful situation, holding Larna, who came out late.

Lana, from the southern island, looks with a sparkling eye at the sight of snow play as unusual.

- and. From beyond the clear snowfields, I saw a single carriage coming through the streets through the village of Finovocchi. The two-headed carriage looks like a liaison carriage for the King's government.

"... a visitor or a snow, but it's hard work"

Greg, someone's here.

Apparently Plum noticed as soon as possible, screaming in front of a snowman bigger than his own back length.

"Oh, it seems so. It's about to get cold. Go inside and get your tea ready."

"Okay, Brother Gu, no."

"Yes, sir."

"Tomorrow or not."

"Ugh... my hands, my hands are cold"

While doing so, the carriage eventually stopped quietly as it reached the front of the building, carving a deep shade into the snow.

Eventually, when the man in the passenger's seat stepped down and opened the door of the guest room (cabin), two women stepped down from inside. One is a beautiful blonde and the other is a woman with blue hair cut around her shoulders.

Men and blondes look familiar, or familiar faces.

"Master Sage, it's been a while!

"Wonderful snow, wise man"

"Hey both, long time no see. I didn't expect you to come in this snow..."

"No, I'm sorry to disturb you all of a sudden"

It was the first princess of the Kingdom of Metanostadt, Her Royal Highness Princess Snuvel, two officials of the immediate Ministry of the Interior (...). Assistant in Special Matters Monoreder and Ms Scarley. He wears a thick cold coat on top of the King's government uniform with embroidery on his cuffs and collar.

Sometimes when these two come, they bring some trouble...

"Thank you for your hard work all the way. What the hell can I do for you today?

"Yes, actually..."

When Scarley and Monoreder looked at each other, they turned their gaze to the other, the blue-haired woman who stepped out of the room. She looks young, but is she in her late twenties? After all, she also wears the uniform of the King's Government.

But if you look closely, the mono redder and scari uniform is dark blue, but the woman's is white, with grey silver thread on the collar and cuffs.

"Nice to meet you, Master Sage Grecas. I've heard rumors. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Really greet the fold correctly.

"Oh, oh, it's so nice to meet you."

The woman began to identify herself with a clear voice, passing well into the sunshine of the winter sky.

"I am Lincoln Maysa, Director of Planning and Sales at the World Tree Development Corporation (...) - Yugd Campania, a new organization under the direct authority of the Interior Ministry of the King's Government (...)"

"World Tree Development Corporation...... Yugd Campania?

Was it about this, Ga., who had seen it stated in some report that it would launch a 'new organisation' about the world tree?

Until now, military investigative units were in charge, measuring, investigating, and policing on the ground. And it was not until the other day that the judgment was made that there was no imminent danger to the world tree.

As a king's government, we will finally move on to the stage of using the world tree.

"Yes, our organization, as its name suggests, will be a public company that will take the lead in the development and management of the world tree." The World Tree "is the property of my Kingdom of Metanostadt. No! It is the common heritage of mankind. Manage and develop it correctly…. To that end, I must have helped the wise man - and yes!?

On the way to talking to Tekipaki, Ms Lincoln Maysa's gaze nailed to one point in the garden.

It wasn't only me who was surprised at how the lady was doing, but Monoreder and Assistant Scarley were the same.

……

Until Ms Lincoln Maysa opened her eyes, there grew the 'mini-world tree' produced by Hemperoza.

Thanks to the sun's light starting to pour down, the snow that had accumulated on the leaves and branches melts and falls in a basil.

"Ah! Um! Master Sage, could that be the same kind as the world tree... not the same kind!?

"Oh, well, even we're growing it. Same kind, though."

At the end of last year, Hemperoza made it to play, now like a symbolic tree in the Hall of Wise Men.

"Uh-oh!? Wow... wow! Shh, whoa, whoa!?

Uh-oh! And when I squeeze my two handed bushes all the time. Curl up the hem of the skirt, to the contrary.

"Hmm!?

And a fierce dash through the snow. When I hugged him to the trunk of the mini world tree, he began to cheek on the world tree with his whole body like a semi.

"This smell, the shade of the trunk......! Ha, ha! Definitely! Isn't it the same as that world tree here!?

"Hey! Miss Lincoln!

"Ahhh..."

Right in front of me flashing, Special Assistant Scarley hoisted her eyebrows and screamed, Assistant Monoreder holding her forehead tight.

To noisy visitors, Riola and Iola, who were at the end of the garden, and Hemperoza are also stunned by Plum.

When the lady comes back again with Zdodo, she grabs my hands gassily.

"Dream! It's like a dream! If this can be done by a wise man, then that plan (...) is sure to come true too...!

"Ke, plan?

What, I only have a hunch about trouble...?

Continued