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

I'm kind of upset. Touch it, it wavers deliberately.

I wonder if this is a chest racket, or a "bad feeling" one?... and Lentomia was swallowing.

The pure white cloak, which means the top (...) wizard, appears to rise in the dark. Nothing stands out in the forthcoming night raids.

Lentomia had no choice but to lurk herself in the shadows behind the warehouse. He wears a hood from his head, gazes at the building in front - Warehouse III C - and feels a fluctuation of magic.

- - There are strange fluctuations...

This is a warehouse town outside the western district of Wangdu Metanostadt. It's the corner of the neighborhood where old warehouses are already out of use.

There is nothing around that seems to be bright, only half a moon lights the area lightly.

Looking back, I saw the center of the Wang capital. The streets are as bright as day and the somewhat idle districts follow from there. We can just see some buildings around here, like military officials' residences, extensive grounds for training, and stockpile warehouses.

Exactly out of sight. It was only born here (...), I'm pretty sure Cuberrelia Mahan escaped in.

Approximately four hours after the daytime King's Capital raid. The Magic Society's "Massive Magic Power Detection Network (Magic Grid Sensor)" finally revealed the location.

"Lord Lentomia, this one is in position. 20 o'clock as planned."

Behind Lentomia, leaning against the warehouse wall and hiding, there was a man's voice from the darkness. Low, it's the way military people talk about the situation in minimal terms.

While sneaking behind without sound, the proximity was known by the magic of Lentomia's Enemy Boundary (Circle), comparable to that of the wise Grecas.

"Yeah, okay"

When we look around the warehouse, there are a total of about sixteen Special Assault Squad personnel lurking. They are divided into four squads and surround 'Warehouse C' 20 Merte away.

Five other wizards of support personnel are hiding, including Lentomia.

Exploring even greater ranges, there are numerous Agent-like reactions from the Secret Service of the Ministry of the Interior and the Directorate of Security surrounding the blockade line laid in a radius of about two hundred mertes.

"The Magic Society (over here) has finished its Sealing Ceremony (Barikeria) chant."

Lentomia checked the situation through the Magic Yarn (Magiwire) with veteran wizards belonging to the Magic Society lurking around a warehouse 20 Merte away.

Apparently, we're all set.

The Seal Sealing Ceremony (Barikeria) is a "chain of magic" adjusted for large demons, effective in the Battle of Superdragon Drasilia. It's tactical ritual magic that seals enemy movements.

Create a magical "anchor" on the ground with a catalyst that combines luminous stones and ore, creating countless "magical chains" for invisible restraints from which to tie your opponent up in disgust.

By doing so simultaneously from at least four directions, we can expect to improve the intertwining effect of each other. In the Battle of Superdragon Drasilia, this was done from 32 directions at the same time.

Tonight's opponents (...) have never been cautious in their lack of expertise, even if it doesn't extend to them.

- Cuberrelia Mahan, the most powerful wizard of Prucia, who was born.

Nowadays he was wanted for jailbreak (...) and national treason (...), even in his homeland of Prussia, and was missing.

De-curse the true dragon (High Dragon) that resides in him by cutting off his own life. A vengeful Necromancer and a man who came to life.

Its purpose is considered to be revenge against the wise Grecas…….

"I thank the Royal Magic Society for its support. When our assault unit enters, ask for backup. Do as you should."

"Yeah, roger. Fire support and sealing."

In a small reply, Lentomia removed the hood of the cape that had been worn from her head softly. As soon as possible, a small face appears on the edge.

In the double-eyelid eyes of a slit length, jade eyes. The mouth tied to a small letter is neat as if it were a doll made. Hair flows like saggy silk thread and shades like young leaves. Above all, it's the elf ears that are so pointy and elegant.

I could see a soldier lurking in the darkness, breathing unexpectedly.

The white, fairy-faced wizard was like a beautiful girl. The close-knit elegance and beauty characteristic of a well-muscled half-elf, but also the colorful fragrance and rich emotions of a human being, combine reasonably well.

Lentomia, who ended her boyhood longer than that of a human being and plugged into adolescence, seemed to be gaining a tougher impression than cuteness. Nevertheless - although it is undeniably a beauty enviable to the concubine woman.

"Also, goals are not one and the same. I thought there might be a collaborator inside."

"Sounds like it, kind of sounds disgusting"

"Copy that. I'll tell him to be careful."

For a moment, the Special Forces crew, who had forgotten their mission and were blindfolded by the flanks, told me, when they returned to me, how their opponent lurked within their goal, disappearing once again into darkness.

It's time for the operation to begin.

- So far, I wonder if Greg has gone home...

Raise hair falling on your cheeks as the wind blows at night in the dark.

What's the matter......? I kind of feel depressed and heavy.

Something bad happens. Is that a foretaste?

But Lentomia blinked her eyes in the darkness as she moved her elf ear as she noticed something.

- I'm sure... it's Greg's fault!

Bite your lips softly.

The daytime "Manuferno is my wife!" I noticed that the proclamation was sinking like a weight with Zuchin in my heart.

"... nothing, even though I don't think so"

I admit that Manuferno is my wife, and I think he looks good on me. I don't mind because everyone in the hall will be happy.

But... what happens to me? And I feel like I left you alone.

It's not like we were together in that dimension, like lovers or wives, because we're same-sex in the first place. All the time...... I want to be friends. That's all.

I want to spend my first time with Grecas telling me how I feel about friendship (...) and if I can, I want to stay the same as before. You don't have to sleep with me, you just can talk and do it sometimes.

That was the whispering hope.

But if you decided on your wife, would that be difficult too...... I'm sure it's only in the way now.

Lonely. Cold......

Also, will I be alone?

When I was thinking, I lost my strength and lowered my hips cheating so that I nodded on the spot.

Three years ago now. I remember the first time I met Grecas.

As I continued my journey through the Demon King's Crusade, I was chased by an elf village and offered to me alone. A boy in exotic clothes who suddenly appeared before that, never seen him.

Speaking a word I had never even heard, I gave the boy with dark hair and glasses the name Grecas. It came from an old elf saying, "Fragment of a lost soul".

Lentomia saw to the boy the same loneliness and shadow as herself. But there was definitely a desire to connect with someone, to be friends.

I reached out courageously, connected my fingertips, conveyed feelings, words, and... magic.

How much time would we have spent together?

At least the warmth of the overlapping fingertips was unquestionably deep and strong friendship (...)......

and then.

Dgoaaaaaaaaaaa! The door of the third warehouse c in front of me blew up. It's still too early for a decision time for the operation.

"... noticed!?

"Quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Bugs. Ahhh!? What the fuck... are you crawling here? Guglehkaaaas is my gugleha dokooooo on?

The face of the madly conceived white wizard was completely distorted.

It seems that Cubereria, who should have had only her neck, had hidden it in the warehouse or that her neck was on a body like a giant skin tone camadoma with limbs.

The body lying straight down is huge enough to be as long as five mertes if you put it from hand to toe. The appearance of a naked quadruple drives disgust.

Probably… a combat artificial life form (homunculus) prepared in this warehouse, Lentomia perceives with its sharp insight.

"So yeah!?

"Bullshit, a monster!?

A screaming voice rises from the members of the special forces who were lurking in the darkness.

Lentomia stood up.

"Give me Greg's name... won't you call me casual?

Ba... and flipping a white cloak showing the top wizard, Lentomia advanced forward as she stepped on the crisp and gravelly ground.

"Kiki? Kiki, you!? My friendship with Boktin and Guturejekaaaas...... get in the way huh? Shall we?

Gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg Blood-running eyes are falling, orbits decaying like bottomless darkness. It is no longer the very Necromancer who was given his provisional first life by foreign law.

"You know... I'm so... grumpy right now"

"Oh, wow! I remember! Ki, you! THEN...... GUUUGUREKAAAS 'S PEOPLE...... BURNED MY MAGIC...... AAAAAH! I'll kill you... first of all you. Oh!

A monster with a human (one) neck resting on his creepy body began to move.

Lentomia kicked the ground with her feet in frustration as she rose a strong light in her glasses and eyes. Under scattered pebbles and sand dust, the red magic circle rises to cleave a bowl of darkness.

"I'm not going to be able to help you tonight, so I might kill you. What... are you already dead?

Continued