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

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After morning business, I arrived at the royal castle, nestled in the heart of Metanostadt.

White Ash's castle is as huge as ever, and looking up from the bottom, it's going to flip over as it is.

"Hey, good morning"

"Lord Grecas the Wise! Please come through!

The guard corrects his posture and passes through his face. Nevertheless, by the time I get here, I'm passing double triple security, or magical identification.

After entering the castle, he proceeds by exchanging greetings with royal palace officials, samurai and cadets and royal wizards.

Looking out through the small window, I saw the streets of Wang Du shining white in the morning sun. Built directly next to the castle is the "spire" where the Holy Sword Battleship used to be stored.

They thought it was just an object that had now lost its contents, but there was no loose king's government there. The site seems to be well utilized. It utilizes a giant crystal column (...) that originally existed near the top and has been converted as an oscillating device for crystal ball communication.

While taking on the role of unleashing magic fluctuations that can be broadcast simultaneously around the world, private broadcasters' unions (media guilds) are now in and out, making active use of them.

Crystal sphere communication, which previously circulated only important information, is divided between civilian uses and military and king government uses due to the difference in magic fluctuations. As the popularity of the Slide Projection Magic Fixture (Magina Projector) to the general home increases for folk life, there seems to be an increase in promotional broadcasts, songs, music, and fun shows.

Further, the spire is a huge hangar deep underground and is used as an ancient shelter surrounded by robust walls.

The Royal Army, also known as the treasure knife of Princess Snoovel's family, manages the Central Immediate Group (Metano) Special Operations Group (Militia) as the underground central command post.

They say there are holy sword battleship-related 'artifacts' recovered in world trees being carried in there for day and night analysis. But the truth is that no "groundbreaking discovery" has actually been made that would change the world from artifacts and metal pieces.

To be precise, it's too advanced to analyze enough, and the alchemists and magicians are at your disposal to make similar metals.

In fact, I was sobbed by the head of the alchemist at the scene.

"Sage Lord Grecas, if you look for the vast amount of material from the past that sleeps in the underground secret library, you may know something about ancient metals! But we can't do it for a hundred years. Rumor has it, Lord Sage is the Magic of Wisdom, and I hear you can quickly examine the book... can you help me?

"It's the mountains I want to help, but I'm not officially asked to analyze the artifact. We need permission from the secretary of the Royal Library to find out... how to use magic."

"I see. Then I'll hang it on top!

"Ugh, huh?

The head of the alchemists was breathing with the permission of the Magic Society and the upper echelons of the King's Government, but as it is, I am afraid that you will come to help me analyze the relics and analyze the metal composition...

Honestly, if they put me to work any more, I'd want to escape.

But in fact, I was inwardly nymphomaniacal that the word 'magic of wisdom' had appeared.

Back a few days ago, a small turning point came to me when I returned from a world tree expedition.

The motivation was a word said at the headquarters of the Royal Magic Society on the grounds that it had become a 'wise man of the kingdom'.

"All wizards who are officially members of the Royal Magic Society are obliged to disclose a list of magic they can use when they sign. Please also submit Mr. Grecas."

"Oh, huh? Okay."

A serious looking young wizard named himself as the paper-maker offered paper. Apparently, I didn't submit the necessary documents.

So it was decided to hand write and present a brief list. Of course, idiot, they don't have a wizard who writes it all honestly, so it's appropriate.

There he wrote, "Wow, the magic that binds," "The magic that produces mucus," and "The magic that serves the golem." While I was suspicious of the range of magic products, I came up with one there and wrote a small line, "The magic of reading books (...) by the protection of the Spirit".

This diminishes the existence of my core magic, Search Magic (Gogol).

Since one of the world trees, I've been worried about hitting things with careful consideration.

In the first place, it is also true that there was a certain sense of crisis that it might be dangerous ahead to completely conceal the existence of search magic (Gogol).

It's true that there are people who don't think of me as a young man and a wise man. Those people conspired behind them to find secrets and say, "You've seen Hore or you're a fake!" I can't wait to get noisy. I have a plan to keep that line of prevention open.

So I thought, as one of the ritual magics that can be used under certain conditions, I would subtly disclose the information to the Royal Magic Society.

"The magic of proxy-reading a book (...) by virtue of the protection of the Spirit" makes a magical setting (...) that by performing rituals in a magical circle or the like, "you can know the contents of the book with the protection of the Spirit".

This is classified as Spirit Magic (Elements Machina), which uses naturally occurring spirits like Phosphorescent Magic (Will O Wisp).

Conditions where magic arouses were also subject to false (niche) restrictions: 'activated after rituals in the library, subject only to the surrounding books'.

Whether my search magic (Gogol) is an unreal book or a super remote place, I can find books (...), lithographic plates (...), etc., if they are corner "character information".

By making this disclosure, I can behave with dignity as if I had nothing to hide.

Above all, there are fewer suspect elements about the extent of power than are the magic we disclose, and deception will work.

Hide the truth by mixing true information with lies.

- Khufu... I'm a good hand at it.

"Well, Sage Grecas, it's a bad laugh in the morning"

"Meti, you've been kind of hitting me lately."

The fairy Methius finally showed himself in the castle. Spread your wings and pop out and float in front of me.

The wizard of the court who travels to and from the castle stops admiring him when he sees Methius and says, "Ooh..."

"Really?

"What, that? Different outfit, different haircut, huh?

Something's not always the way it is.

Seeing, the fairy Metius was not dressed like the usual hirahira flower.

The outfit is tight suit style that fits your body perfectly. The color is also based on blue. My proud hair is also tight.

Its appearance is as if it were an official of the King's Government or a union secretary (...).

"What do you think?

"I don't know... it's kind of like someone else..."

What the hell kind of a change of heart is that? I got a little worried.

"Please don't look like that. This is for the wise Grecas and myself."

Say it with a strange look.

"Huh?"

"Grecas, the wise man who has often worked in the castle. Sometimes you look difficult. … I always wondered if I could show you in a floating dress…"

Tong, and he comes down on my shoulder and puts on his little neck. Those eyes are serious, but they contained some seemingly lonely color.

"Right......, I'm sorry, Metius. I'm the one who changed you."

"I'm not."

"But we're magically connected at the soul level. It's one thing."

I accidentally put Metius in my palm and gently held him tight.

"Ah...... Glad to hear it. Yeah, I'm fine now, don't worry."

Back to the usual bright girl laughing, poof! and let the outfit instantly undo itself.

"You can always be free if the sage Grecas feels like 'thinking' of me. So this outfit is a sign of how you feel at work. When you're done with your work, you'll look like this."

"Well, if that's the case...!

I was relieved.

"So... don't work hard"

"Ah."

Po Hin, and he changes to look like a secretary again.

"Meti, that tie is nice, too."

Beautiful noodles and neck muscles of fairies are hard to worship.

"Also, already!... If you're in a dream, you're what you want, right?

"Ooh?

The fairy, with her lips against her ears, was small with a woof and a glossy whisper.

Continued