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

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"Now let's start by sorting out the situation"

I was at a meeting in a conference room in the corner of Royal Castle.

Shit! and it was Special Assistant Scarley, a tough intellectual beauty, who raised her voice by pointing to the blackboard (...) on the wall with a splitting stick. Beautiful blonde hair is aligned with a tight collar and feet.

She belongs to the Intelligence Agency in the Ministry of the Interior, the 'Secret Service', and is well known as a smart agent who loses his head.

Today's meeting is a forum for reporting and discussion by the top practitioners, not in front of a meeting like the one attended by His Royal Highness the Princess or his son-in-law Prince (Ergonote).

The room is an ordinary meeting room with no decorations. Outside the door hangs a plain bill with the "Administration of the King's Government, First Chamber". This is one of the Royal Government Administration's rooms occupying the north side of the castle.

"Um, go ahead and give me the materials you need -"

It was Scarlett's partner, Special Assistant Monoreder, who made a sleepy voice. Somewhere "unbearable" is his flavor, that he just properly finishes his bronze hair. But "raw information" obtained from connections and facial breadth earned on his feet, from military relations and the King's Government, as well as to civilian unions (guilds) and local administrative districts, would be his strength.

There are a total of seven attendees seated around a large square black glowing table.

Special aides to Scarley and Monoreder from the Ministry of the Interior, Intelligence (...), under the direct authority of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Speaking of Her Royal Highness, I'm the same.

Others are present by Sir Knight Vilstein, a representative from the Knights.

And I can say from the Royal Army that there are three tops, the Chief of Operations Staff, Philagalia, the Chief of Magic Corps, Sir Valikerius, and General Gilkes, the substantial top of the Royal Army, are quite awesome faces to neck.

"Since this morning, what have we met?

Valikerius, the leader of the Magic Corps of the Giant Han, wrinkled between his brows when he saw the paperwork as chilling. And sipping the tea served to my desk, I look around in a way that seems troublesome.

"What do we do with the countries of the west, with Australia?"

Opening his mouth beside him was Philagalia, chief of operations staff of the Royal Army, who would not break a difficult face. A man who belongs to the headquarters of the Tabernacle, but his uniforms are decorated with medals and things like those of an officer.

"Hmm! Whatever country you're dealing with, if it's your enemy, it's until you crush it! You busy western country! Where? The Kingdom of Galliahan or the Kingdom of Richtalia? Are you kidding me, Rufuel? It's not a holy city state. A group of divisive nations without a divine king (...), not enough to fear!

It was General Gilkes, who bound the Royal Army, who bravely roughed up his voice. A wrinkled, carved face with an iron brushed beard. He is an old warrior of general muscles who caresses his whitened hair behind him and knows no decay.

A typical warrior-than-those soldier, on the battlefield he says, "Assault!" They've never spoken of orders other than that.

Or in this day and age, the kind where you fight first, your surroundings will be annoying.

"There's no war money, is there?

"Muggle?

Answer briefly in a cold voice and let the bloody General's struggle shrivel.

The Chief of Operations Staff is at the head of military affairs. He is in a position to bind the administrators of the military stations (hefty: weapons, food, etc.) and the superiors of the soldiers, as well as the accounting officer who manages the military budget. It is not actually the side that fights with swords and weapons, but it has the best idea of the situation in which the army is placed.

"Or what about the money? Ah! Why don't you give your soldiers a new sword and armor by raising taxes and everything!

General eating and hanging in Philagalia, chief of operations, for some reason. Differences are good too. The chief of staff moves one eyebrow pickly annoyingly.

"Oh well......, it's scary"

"It's funny what you're looking at."

Metius and I, the fairy dressed like secretaries, are thrilled to watch the debates among the army executives.

"... you're not impressed with high blood pressure in the morning, General Gilkes. In short, at present, our Metanostadt is devoting all its efforts to rebuilding the entire country, and we cannot afford to be at war or anything. Whatever the content and conclusions of today's meeting, the opening of a war (...) is not an option. It's a dream story of an army without supplies crossing the desert and going all the way to the West."

"Wow, the young man found out about the windy mouth..."

"Your Royal Highness Princess Snoovel... no, don't forget that this is the word of King Courtilt Avneis himself"

In the chief of staff Philagalia opponent, who squirts without precipitation, the general, who is about to run out of blood vessels, also seems to have to shut up.

"Nooo... the king..."

General Gilkes, the king's old comrade (...), laid down his hips in a dokah chair.

"The king is laying low in sickness. I've seen you with these eyes, too. Now the kingdom and the king need time to heal."

Balikerius, the wizard of the giant Han and leader of the Magic Corps, opened his mouth heavily.

Compared to a noisy general, even a rough flame magic user looks graceful.

The old wizard, who hid his left eye with a magical stone in his eyelid, dropped his gaze on the document at hand.

"In the Demon King's War, he lost many of his comrades, His Royal Highness Princess Metius II..., he must have had a lot of hard work"

"Thank you..."

Mmm, and General Gilkes snorted out and sank himself into the chair.

Like me, Sir Wilstein, the Knights captain who was watching, shrugged his neck and showed me, "Oh man".

A knight of the aristocratic class plunged into a magnificent age does not break his intelligent calm expression. In the blue eyes resides a strong light of will, with a strong impression.

When the place finally settled down, the meeting began.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Metius... sister with the same name as me, was it?

The fairy Metius asked as she sat down in a small chair for dolls (...) placed next to the teacup.

The chair seems to be for the dollhouse that the lady in the samurai brought with her care, "If you don't mind..."

"... she was a beautiful princess, much like you"

"Well, I'm glad."

- They let me use the same name as the magical real name (core) that keeps Metti in this world.

This is the only way to explain to Princess Metius, who lost her lifetime memory.

No one will ever realize who Princess Metius has become a fairy. If there is... only the princess's soul sealed and caged in the "Library Connection", Teng Himself, the mysterious wizard.

"By the way, Lord Grecas, the wise man. You know, including this trip to the world tree, where you've felt threatened by the western country of Stralia on your skin earlier?

Chief of Staff Filagalia exchanges his gaze and talks with Special Assistant Scarley.

"Yes, we feel the shadow of the Kingdom of Richtalia among the countries of the Australian Patriarchate and among the various missions we have undertaken."

"Ho...!

"See, you've seen it! Good fight!

"Quiet, General."

The Chief of Operations Staff frustrates the general who slaps the desk.

Sitting across the street from military officials is Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel of the Kingdom, the convenience store of the "Magic Consultant of Anything", and the wise Grecas...... I mean me.

Of course he belongs to the Royal Magic Society, but that's only a "union" there. If they ask me where my affiliation is, it will mean the Interior Ministry of the King's Government, which is offering me salaries (...).

Then I can also say that Monoreder and Scarley and colleagues sitting next to each other...

What a strange mood, but more favoured in many ways than when I was a rootless adventurer.

For that matter, let's just say I work properly.

"A series of moves feels like there are thoughts of shaking control over a peaceful 'world tree' and trying to make it ours. In that shadow, there seems to be a leap of someone."

"Our Ministry of the Interior Secret Service also did everything in its power to investigate the person. The result is… on your document."

When Special Assistant Scarley urged him to turn the paperwork around and look at the contents, he slowly began to report on the events so far, looking at the paperwork at hand.

Continued