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

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In the square in front of the royal castle, the roaring cheers and applause do not stop ringing.

There's a threesome in front of me that stays down. An exotic who spat a mouth shot that should be called an ideological toxin (...) and tried to plunge the Kingdom of Methanostat into chaos. They have now lost a public debate (debate) confrontation with me, and they seem to be breathing perfectly constantly.

"Here... this... my perfect thought... why... I don't understand"

"Disagree... Absolutely... Magic... Violence Disagree..."

"Overwhelming footage... as if it were violence..."

The threesomes sat down completely weak like their souls had fallen out and their eyes were empty. He was taken so that the guards could hold him as he told the bumps and phantom opponents something.

"Well, you're feeling sick...?

Metius the Fairy drops off the threesome worried as he returns to my shoulder with Fuwari.

"I don't have a choice. Deep beliefs (...) and the ideas that emerged from them (...). Because I argued that with the overwhelming persuasion of video representation (...). When you completely deny or destroy the pillars of your mind that were your home, there's more damage to your mind and body than you can imagine."

Well, a while ago I was in the opposite position...

What I received was a more pernicious denial of personality, a denial of existential significance. Thoughts stopped, cornered to the point of danger. It seems that the connection between a person's mind and body is closer than imagined and that the influence appears instantly.

- Don't be afraid, open debate (debate)!

I didn't know it was a life-threatening "death match," where we bump into each other's claims that could be called each other's souls.

On the lower balcony of the noisy castle, I gracefully declare victory.

Against the crowd of more than a thousand people gathered in the square, the noblemen and officials who are then riding themselves out of windows and balconies all over the castle. Finally, I bowed my head deeply to His Majesty King Courtilt Avines and His Royal Highness Princess Snoovel, who had watched our battle from the upper balcony, also known as the pier seat located on the top floor of the Royal Castle.

Ergonote beside him applauds, Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel, nodding satisfactorily.

Now, I guess we've got a one-off settlement.

"I'm the only one left, right?"

Except for one.

The blue-white-faced duke gives a compliment to everyone on the spot when he tilts the silk hat. I walked out into the middle of the lower balcony.

"Duke of Automatéria Norard......!

The Duke's appearance in the sun was clearly found to hold his entire body together with first-rate branded products. Apart from noble clothing tailored with the finest fabrics and sewing techniques, shoes in the outfit, everything is consolidated with the finest.

"Ooh......!

The nobles who are touring on the balcony of the castle stand in colour. What a shallow way to pour envy and jealous gaze.

"Sage Grecas. Where is that 'demon' of yours?

Metius sat on the shoulder part of my cape and whispered softly.

That user-demon is a fairy with bat-like feathers that the Duke of Norard was serving.

"Let's be careful. Set the enemy junction (circle) to anti-aircraft and motion target capture. Prepare for an unexpected raid."

"... Okay, sage Grecas."

And the Duke of Norad turned to me.

"Grecas. It was a brilliant fight. You surprised me with magic, at least."

"... you don't have to praise me. And that smile is white, Duke."

"Huffle, is that right? Thank you... I'm not used to it."

Lift both ends of your mouth meaningfully. Doesn't look like a smile at all, but is it on purpose?

But strange rhetoric bothered me.

I called myself a user of "magic" and called the magic I used "magic".

According to the magic taxonomic definition in the Magic Society, magic refers to the exposition of magic that can be excited without a spell chant.

For example, my magic thread (Magiwire), Hemperoza's spreading magic (Shrub Garden), and Manuferno's healing magic (...).

By contrast, if it is "witchcraft," it is a complex combination of art and magic, involving rituals and spell chanting. The excitement of more advanced and controlled magic is called "magic".

My Tactical Information Display (Tactics) and the Autonomous Driving Formula (Acrypt) that make it up are probably the best examples of witchcraft.

But the difference is just a "technical" difference, so to speak. Broadly speaking, they are both magic, and we wizards routinely talk "magic is..."

If it is to be used in the sense of discrimination or contempt, it is a mistake.

The people watching this one through the windows and balconies of the castle turn their eyes full of confusion and anticipation at what is happening.

"Are your men the last of the men I brought here? If it's still some kind of hidden ball, I want it out early. I want to go home, too."

I glanced at the Duke with a grumpy voice.

"Oh, don't worry. That's the last of my guests. And my sweet little girl is waiting for me in the carriage, too. I thought it was time to get some free time out of this country."

When you wear a silk hat gracefully, you have a meeting with Pecori.

"Nah......!

All this noise, keep us spinning and say it's time to go home because I'm tired of it.

"Wait! Duke!"

It was the members of the Ministry of the Interior's Policing Department and the guards who stopped to listen. Stand in front of the luxurious Duke of Norad as he steps on the floor with Dosdos with his big body.

"Duke! You are under suspicion of a conflict that has brought in terrorists. For a while now, would you like to stay here?

Stuck in polite but unspoken force. The Royal Palace Guard, but as he slurred away the "magic sabel" for security that was lowering to his waist, he stuck it out in front of the Duke of Norard.

To the sharp brilliance of silver, the lady watching on the balcony of the castle screams. My surroundings began to twitch.

"Seriously! Not here."

"Don't worry, wise man. Already finished the magic video feed."

However, the Duke of Automatéria Norard has no wind through his will, such as a poked sabel.

"I'm going home, aren't I? Ruthless."

"Become!? And, stop."

and - the next moment.

The Duke of Nollard extended his fingers and touched the cutting edge of the sabel.

As soon as it moves out with a gnaw, it turns into a snake (...). The part of the sabel's blade turned into a blue-green snake on the way, with the guard's arm around him, and began to move with a shrug.

"Hi-yep!?

There was nothing more to this than a boulder guard screaming too. When I released and threw down the pattern of the Servel I had, the Servel had completely turned into a single "snake" to the patterned part.

- What the... what's that magic!?

Snakes are shah! and when he lifted his sickle and intimidated his surroundings, he quickly fled to slip for the shadow of the balcony. When the women in service screamed, now the guards began to chase the serpent.

"Sage Grecas! Hey, what the hell is this?!?

"Neither perceived agitation nor illusion. It's not the same as Golem's manipulation......! At the same time as the excitation of magical powers, the transformation of the traits...... no, you mean the material conversion (...)......!?

A war broke through my back. This opponent... what the hell is this man's magic...!

"Do you understand, Grecas? This is... my magic! It's more magical than it used to be."

Continued