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

"Really... you think it's magic?

"Yep. The original magic (protomagina) is the magic that goes through the logic (proverb) of this world. That said, I'm exploring it, too."

At the same time as answering the query, the Duke of Automatéria Norard dropped one of the jewels that was nestled in his fingers on the floor.

The moment the red stone touched the floor, KINN......! and the sound of sharp magic fluctuations being played rings. The sound was a small burst of magic that would only be felt by the wizard.

A magic wave similar to a shock wave passes to stroke the surface of The Wise Man's Boundary that wraps around me, spreading like a ripple. Its range is approximately fifteen mertes in diameter, and the entire low-rise open balcony of the royal castle is wrapped in a semi-circular domed shape.

"Sage Grecas, we're captured in phase space!

"The Duke's Junction…?"

Fairy Metius speaks up, but there is no need to panic. At this level of juncture, I saw it as easy to destroy and escape.

The serpent's magic has been drained, but you can think of it as an oddity, a trick to conquer the foreman.

"Master Sage and Duke of Norard are gone!?

"Where did they go?!?

Several guards who remained on the open balcony, as well as Ministry of the Interior officials, rushed to look for us.

But you won't see me and the Duke of Nollard entering the uneven space of the phase.

Except for a few who were watching from a balcony located on the upper level of the castle, especially a wizard who works in the royal palace. They seem to see through the scenes where the junction arises and the two humans are taken in.

Some of them seem to see us, and others don't lose sight of us. Is the boulder a treasure trove of talent or something?

"Don't worry. It's like pay-per-view magic, no harm done. Grecas-kun. I wanted to talk to you and me alone."

"... I have nothing to talk about. I hope you don't want me to get in now or draw sympathy for your son's shield."

Is it the muscle that binds the Duke in front of him and gives him to the guard... he doesn't make it that easy.

Earlier, the magic that turned the sword I touched into a snake in an instant is unknown, and I don't even know who it is.

Whether it can also be excited against the human body or only inorganic objects, the range and duration of coverage…. We need maximum vigilance than everything is a mystery.

"I don't have time for this either, so I went straight in. Could you please return my remote Miss Manuferno? I want to use it for experiments. And then... I want an experimental body that says plum or something."

A provoked color floats on his white face. Even though it wasn't the Duke himself who made him attack the hall, he probably worked for the "hardliners" in the back and circulated information.

Cut blood goes up, but I have something to say before it looks pretty.

I inspired magic and forcefully tore the line from the inside out. It's not magic, it's not a combat technique, it's nothing.

Like a running stream of boiling anger, it just exploded overflowing magic in all directions as countless magic threads (magiwires).

Whatever the magic of the Duke of Norard, this is also a magical force. My magic - - that lets slime and mind through and freely manipulates magic threads (MagiWire).

Surprise reappears among the guards, publicists, and citizens.

A publicist who realized there was some kind of advanced magic battle going on starts recording with a crystal sphere pointed at him.

"- - No! Manuferno is my dear wife (...)! Plus Plum's my kid! Give it to me... don't you ever talk to me like that again!

I was screaming. Goooo! and with his blowing magic power he makes the cloak of the wise shine, screaming without hesitation or embarrassment. In front of a large crowd, I stretch out my breasts with dignity and say it out.

"Ho... ho? This is... Ha! Was it......... no, this is disrespectful, haha! Did they make you a wife? No."

"Shut up. Next time you come out with a little, I won't forgive you. No, never again... manuferno or pram... my family or friends, don't get your hands on this country in the first place"

Hitting a bunch of invisible waterfall-like magic threads (Magiwire), the Duke slowed down.

"... fine. If that's all you're saying, hang on to the hardliners. I also have a beloved son. I know how you feel."

……

Unsurprisingly, I clap out for a good answer.

"But we will continue our quest for knowledge, Grecas.... You know that, don't you? More than a thousand years ago, at a time when this world was bigger…, a world with infinite expansions…. The legacy of a great magical kingdom called the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia), which has exalted its prosperity… which we, Zortaxzaans, have gathered and inherited. In other words, we are a sufficient fountain of knowledge in this world."

"You know, you can cage him in the basement on your own."

"Huffle, looks like we've had too much chat. You are a real waste of talent... I use magic that I don't have with me. Isn't that what you're hiding, for example," The Stone of the Wise "?

"I hate you, but I don't know you."

"Hehe. If I get another chance... shall I tell you a secret,"

The edges of the body of the Duke of Automatéria Norard began to blur like black particles.

The particles are reconstituted overhead while you look at them. It... shapes a giant black winged dragon (Wyburn).

"Nah!? Dragon...... turned into Wyburn!?

"I can't believe this... this magic, it's like fairy tale magic"

Regrettably, Metti's analogy will come most firmly.

Beyond imagination, magic, or magic, this duke wears and uses it with ease.

The Duke of Automateria was turning us into giant black winged dragons (Wyburns) on our asses.

Wings covered in a body covered in black urchins and covered in a thin film like a giant bat. An incredibly compelling appearance to believe that it is a magical being.

The balcony of the castle is in a panic state.

"Goodbye, then,"

From the mouth of a giant black winged dragon, the voice of the Duke of Automatéria Norard echoed.

"Come on!"

Bafoaaa! and when you wave down your giant wings, you rise to the top of the castle at once. To the suddenly appearing black winged dragon, the castle made a fuss.

The archers set up arrows, but they realized it was a distance that could not be reached, and they solved the arrangement. In case you let go, you thought a fallen arrow would hit a citizen.

But Winged Dragon once landed outside the castle grounds. When I thought I had put something like a person on my back, I rose to the sky again.

- Your son!

"Lord Sage! What about that dragon!?

"Are you the Duke of Norard!?

The minister and the head of the guard's unit rush over to me and scream.

"It seems so. I'm going after him!

I'll do whatever I can. You can't keep letting them get away with this. I rushed to the edge of the balcony.

Citizens looking down from there are surprised by the sudden emergence of "dragons," pointing to the sky. The same goes for guards who have no power to exchange, for nobles and samurai, and even wizards of the royal palace.

"Come! 'Full', 'Blurb'!

Two wine barrel golems rushed over without hair. Then he jumps left and right in front of him, each joining to the shoulder part of the "cloak of sage".

Kiddin 'in! Gashin'! Along with the sound, tactical information display (tactics) tells the success of the "merger". I was already in the automatic chant (autoload) for the next magic ceremony.

Sugoooooooo! and barrels on both shoulders began to eject air and rose to the sky.

The incarnation of the Duke of Nollard, a giant black dragon flies.

"Ha-ha-ha!

Pours magic and vertically raises the two Wine Barrel Golems and Flight Unit modes at maximum battle speed.

- Fast, and... expensive!

The giant black dragon gently rises to the sky as it gracefully moves its wings.

The altitude has already exceeded 300 Merte above. It's usually an altitude that doesn't go up in my flight unit. Even the flying carriage is a hundred mertes above at best. You can only go up to 200 Merte at most.

If it is also the "Hall of Wise Men," it is a good place to go from 20 Merte to 30 Merte above.

This is in view of the safety aspects of the fall. As we continue to blow out the air and fly, the temperature drops and the density of the air diminishes, which increases the risk of fluid control magic (hydrostema) causing malfunction.

"Damn, can't you catch up!?

"Sage Grecas! No more danger!

The tactical information display (tactics) issued a red warning and said it exceeded the rising limit. The altitude is already 500 Merte.

It's the same height as the world tree, but this is partly due to the lack of thrust on the weight of my body. Two more mass-produced 'barrels (bars)' could have been different if they had been connected as auxiliaries......

Already the surrounding area is smoking thin white, and is entering the white clouds. Looking down, at a blinding height, you can see a panoramic view of Metanostadt's big city.

"- - Hahaha, I'll see you... Grecas-kun. Really... that was fun!

"Damn......!

Continued