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

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The sun is still a time to rise. The light of darkness and morning meets each other, melting the white trivials.

Still a garden tip with morning mist, Iola stops and looks back.

"I'm going. Guru!"

When he said so forcefully, he smiled like a little haunted, then turned into a serious glance and bowed his head.

Iola, who was finishing herself last night, carries a large backpack (backpack), which is packed with dresses and all around her, with her favorite bastard sword wrapped across the top lid.

"Oh, come...!

Come back anytime, stay well, hang in there... I can't believe I'm going to carry on these two words. I realize none of them are coming.

Iola and I are neither eternal goodbyes nor anything.

I'm just saying I'm going to stay away from you and work hard on my own.

We've always been connected wherever we go and we're together. The pendant "Mark of Courage", a magical tool, conveys the word no matter how far away it is.

So the language of travel is' come and go 'as usual.

I'm the only one who drops me off in the morning.

I had finished my brief farewell greeting to the facade of the hall by the end of last night.

Iola's shoulder, where she started walking, was ridden with a puffy, swinging pink water ball. That's the identities Larna gave me (...). The rising morning sun shines a new partner (...).

"Iola......"

I'll be on tour about last night. Say goodbye to Iola, who spoke to everyone.

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"Blessings (Fest). Safe journey and happiness for the future"

"We've always been friends, Iola"

Manuferno sent out by embrace and blessing (fest), Lentomia with a firm handshake.

"Ugh, glad! Thanks............!

Even though I said what it was, my sister's share (...), who relied on Iola Brother Yi, was a fuss. "Brother Io, no, I don't want to go -" cried Plum, causing trouble.

"Come on, you'll be back in about three days." "Hemperoza, who could afford it at first, also cried more oily at the end than Plum.

"Lord Iola. Don't hesitate to wave your sword. If you're going to fight to protect someone, it's more than that."

"Master Lu......"

"Sometimes, you can't be afraid to take your life"

If you're a demon opponent, you don't have to know, and it's forbidden to hesitate against human opponents, I guess Lu says.

Iola nodded quietly at Lu's deeply sounding words.

"Yes!"

"Io, did you know? Just hold the pendant tight, even if you can't hear it... you can feel the heartbeat."

When Riola said so, she shut up and grabbed her chest pendant. Iola also mimicked it by turning her same chestnut eyes wide and saying, "Really!" and smiled.

In that way, the breakup between the twins' brothers and sisters was surprisingly light. Or was it already after the two of us spared a split up?

And... Larna didn't cry.

"Iolar!"

Lana's fine, too.

When we first met, Larna specially liked Iola. I spent a lot of time as a planar slime princess, and even after I became a toddler, I was sweet against Iola, as if I were a distant brother and sister of my age.

But I think I've been a little distant from Iola here lately, especially since Spiano's baby was born.

But I'm supposed to know the real reason.

"Me... Dace, who was' knowing 'along the way.... Future Me whispered, Dace. This day is coming... But don't cry."

"Larna......?

"Because... it also means I'll see you again... Me know, Dace"

"Oh. Of course I'll see you again!

"Dace!"

Lena blinks her scarlet eyes, grinning and smiling.

- I foresaw the future, you mean...!

Larna is deeply connected to a hyperspace slime network while holding the face of a human toddler.

The power of information sharing by the slimes, that even time and space jump. It has been watching and researching whether it will be a hint of lost and ancient information and 'super (super) search magic (google)' that can even foresee the future. But Larna's power is unstable and uncertain. In the end, I couldn't bring that power to bear.

What if it was possible to "know" the future because it was Iola who had been dealing with Iola since she was a planar slime, sucking sweat and deeply involved...?

Once again I was amazed by the wonder of the existence of Larna when I was given a glimpse of that incredible side.

Larna handed Iola a lovely little slime, like a pink ball. Its transparent and pale peach color reminded me of the old Larna.

"This is Mee's Split Day. It's another Me, Dace."

"Give me this...?

"Yes, Dace! To the person you talk to when you're lonely, when you're in trouble, you play a role... maybe Dace."

"Dace......!

When Iola received it in the palm of her hand, the little slime toddler rang small and shook herself puffy.

In the meantime, Larna hugged Iola. Hold me hard, and there I zero my tears.

"Ha, you're adorable...... Glad to hear it...! I'm gonna take care of this because I think it's Larna."

"Yes, Dace......"

The peachy little slime toddler jumped happily over Iola's head, as if in association with Larna.

"Hey, Greg, that's Larna separating herself..."

"Don't ask, Lentomia."

"Ugh, yeah."

I decide not to ask where and what separated me from it. At least, as a new partner, it doesn't seem to distract Iola from her loneliness.

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Our "Sage's Hall" travels for the King's Capital today.

Iola will spend a few days from today in the house of the village chief of the village of Finobocchi, who will eventually travel towards the village of Tibalagi.

Iola in the village of Tibalagi said she aims to regenerate her homeland - regenerate her living home. But first, as a stepping stone, I will be working at the house of Harua, a potato farmer.

As a host family, Harua's house will accept it, but not as a small writer like son-in-law (...) Riya Low Wage Slave, but as part of the "Taybaragi Village Reconstruction Assistance Project Plan", where the King's government will provide support through the village hall.

Village offices take the lead in accepting former peasants who became refugees in the aftermath of the Demon King's War and were losing their way, as well as those with skills to help rebuild - such as carpenters, blacksmiths, combat experience, things with learning, wizards, etc.

Then, after full judgment of aptitude and predisposition, land in abandoned villages and agricultural land that is no longer manageable is lent to those who wish and are encouraged to settle. In doing so, we aim to increase productivity and develop the economy. part of the business.

As a bearer of agriculture because Iola is young, of course, she seems very much expected as a "man of war" capable of eradicating the demons and large wildlife that ravage crops, which the village peasants are eager for.

In fact, here in the village of Finobocchi, too, the mayor of the village, who asked to greet me, told me that it was quite treasured.

Usually with the help of farming, if you hear that a rampage boar or giant frog has come out, take the sword that was poking at the side of the field and head to the scene. And getting rid of it or getting rid of it will be active.

Of course, Iola is not the type of warrior who wears armor and a shield and fights with heavy arms. Either he is a swordsman of power (Serveria), and sometimes he will struggle. But from the peasants who still didn't have the skill to fight, they must be thankful.

Because if you're an escort, you can't pay for it, and you can't even help with farming.

"If you can, I want you to stay in this village... Iola, you can't stop wanting to go back to your hometown..."

Cecily, the village chief's daughter, seemed to regret it.

I know how you feel, but in the village of Tibalagi, the incidence of wild demons is said to be several times higher than in the village of Finovocci here. I'm waiting for Iola to come.

I'll drop off Iola's back with that in mind.

Everyone will still be asleep.

Except for one, my sister Riola.

Even earlier in the morning, in the kitchen, Riola put the bread dough in the kiln and baked it, as usual. Even when Iola left, she just said a gentle greeting that she couldn't let go.

- Riola, are you okay? Iola's going......

and then. When I wondered if the doors of the hall had opened vigorously, Riola came out.

"Io! Come on!

"Riola?"

Riola gently rushes over to Iola, softening her chestnut hair.

Riola offered a bag of paper to Iola, who had already passed the garden tip and was facing the gatepost. That was, apparently, freshly baked bread.

"Wow, hey... fever!

"I was past baking, not cold, but take it"

"Oh, thank you, Rio"

And, Riola's there, hugging her to jump. Turn your arms around, and at some point, about half your head, hug Iola, who is taller than you.

"... Io, be sure to come back. Trouble or not, come see me...! One day, I... Io and I will be in that house again... uhh... ku. Whoa, whoa!

I guess Riola was holding back feelings that she couldn't help. The scene overlaps with the morning I saw that abandoned house in Tibalagi's hometown.

"Don't cry, Rio. Me too... I'm patient... gusu"

"Phew yeah...... io"

"Rio."

- One day, I'll wait in that house.

Did Iola whisper in Riola's ear the strong, secret thoughts like determination?

"... no matter how many years it takes to get that house back to where it was. I promise. So, one day, Rio will be happier, and you'll come home."

"Yeah......!

Riola snorts on her brother's shoulder.

Morning sun brightens wet trees and grass flowers in the morning dew.

In a dazzling garden tip, Iola and Riola, each new day, were about to begin.

Continued