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

White leftover snow was still shining at the top of the Farkisos Mountains looking far north.

This is Tibalaghi, the land of the north, also a hundred and fifty kilometres far from Metanostadt, the king's capital.

A carpet of blue young wheat and the black soil of a beautifully plowed potato field follow along with a slight mosaic pattern on both sides of the road.

There were colorful little flowers blooming along the road and two playful butterflies announcing a short spring visit.

"It's a beautiful day."

"Yeah......!

Next to Iola, the girl - Harua smiles.

Lately I started laughing a lot, and my expression grew richer. I think Iola is cute for such a hallujah.

The sky that looked up as the cow car rocked was blue and spread everywhere. It must also be connected to the Metanostadt sky where my sister (Riola) lives.

- I want to undo the village of Tibalagi and live with my family (...) as I used to.

That's what Iola had, a whispering dream.

What changed only slightly from before was not "living with my sister", but the word "family" (...). Living with the sage Grecas and his family seemed to make Iola grow big around the corner.

The cow truck with Iola and Harua continued to progress towards the point of assembly (...) outside the village, relaxing as it wheeled with the guillotine.

- Tibalagi Weekend Demon Crusader.

Today is the day of that decision.

A routine seasonal event in the village, where a young man with a little memory in his arms teams up and exorcises demons who come to vandalize the fields.

If you are also a dangerous demon opponent, it is best to hire a 'escort' who is originally a combat professional. But there can't be a escort or anything that can take the job for a cheap reward. There is also support from the King's government, but warriors in the kingdom deal with man-made threats, such as only incursions from other countries.

If so, the village still has no choice but to set up its own defence organization.

In the Demon King's War, for the same reason, many men took part in the defense of the village and lost their lives.

'Violent Demons' are now the only thing that stopped appearing on boulders, but this season, wild Fae that ravage the fields in search of food, must not be left alone because of the damage being done.

"I'm sorry, Io-kun, it's a corner break..."

Harua, knitted loosely with pale chestnut hair, speaks to Iola. It is Iola who holds the reins in your seat. Turn your gaze to Harua, who sits beside you, manipulating the cow in a way you're used to.

"Huh? I'd rather have fun though. Besides, it helps the village."

"Yeah... I'm glad you said that, but crusading demons is dangerous, isn't it? Don't get hurt at all."

When Harua said so worryingly, he stroked his left arm to explore his healing scar.

The wounds of Harua, who even hesitated to go out into public, were healed by Manuferno, a monk of Reishi with strange powers, and Grecas, glorified as the wise man of the great kingdom. And the fear of death and the deep "heartbreak" I felt when the demon attacked me were gradually diluted by being with a dependable friend named Iola.

"For once... I think you have experience, huh?

Iola smiled and pulled the bastard sword belt around her back to show it.

What I wear is my favorite leather armor. I became very cramped, but I can still use it if I adjust the strings in the joints. Above all, it's an important item that I just bought from my esteemed colleague. The magic of Sister Manu's Blessing (Fest) is also hanging.

On the left arm, a shield-substituted frying pan. It has a sturdy corner on the razor and won't even let the fire go through, so it is the only incense product I can use as a shield.

"Right, with the amazing people, Io, you've been traveling"

"Haha, it's no use."

The journey with the esteemed Brother Grecas (...) has given Iola valuable experience. It was a thrilling and adventurous day that I would never taste living normally.

So now it was Iola's turn to take advantage of the experience and pave the way.

"That's not true, I'm sure..."

"Harua, don't be impotent to come with me at the lunchmaker."

"I really want to go with Io-kun... Couldn't you?

"As it is, well, the... it's okay.... because I'm here"

In an attempt to reassure Harua, who seemed worried, Iola grabbed the little hand next to her by moving her left hand from her knee, which was lined up on the table of honors. Harua holds his hand back as he blushes.

While doing so, the cow car towed by two giant rudens buffaloes keeps going.

Cow cars can only go a little faster than people walk, but they can carry heavy baggage.

And the unspoilt wasteland and the power of not even a few evil roads are suitable for use in this Tibalagi village.

A week had passed since Iola came to this village of Tibalagi.

Separated sister, I was worried about Riola and couldn't sleep at night, but humans seemed to be creatures I could get used to and managed to sort out my feelings.

When I thought of living in The Sage's Hall, which was fun and lively, at first I felt like going home even immediately. But you can't go back the way you decided once as a man! And Iola inspired herself and tried her best not to let her feelings shake.

There was a translucent pink partner on his shoulder to encourage Iola. That's the slime my pretty sister Larna gave me.

"Io-kun's friend, you're adorable"

"Huh? Oh, he says it's a museum slime, it's gonna increase."

"More!?

"...... yah"

"Ringing!? Does it sound like slime?

"Haha, what do you think? I've never really cared."

"Io-kun... let's worry about that there"

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Iola was in the village of Tibalagi, helping the field while being looked after in the house of Harua, and sometimes pouring her chisels into reconstruction while exorcising demons.

Early in the morning, as Master Luroni taught, he worked to wield his sword and train, and during the day, he allowed the cattle who plow the fields to wield their swords. The evening spent the same time talking to the new family (...) Harua and his parents.

Nominally, it is an acceptance as part of the Taybaragi Village Reconstruction Support Plan Project, which is supported by the King's Government through the Village Hall. But a young man as ambitious as Iola is precious and welcome! Sometimes, a special measure resulted in acceptance by the house of Harua.

Among the wider village of Tibalaghi, the house of Harua, located to the east, made a living as a potato farmer for generations, as did the rest of the houses in the other settlements.

Although never wealthy, there were fields where parents and their beloved daughter (Harua) could earn enough money to live.

The problem with Harua's father, the landlord, was the lack of a successor and a man. But for the moment, thanks to Iola, we seem to be able to manage. Most of all - Iola may eventually travel somewhere for a big purpose...

If... but Iola, if only you were my daughter after the wound once, wouldn't you be tied to Harua...? That may be a greedy wish...

And Harua's father sighs. But when I saw the two of them, it was impossible to think of them that way.

Do you feel comfortable with at least the two of them, they often spent time together after coming to the village?

It was Iola like no other who gave up half her life after she was wounded and brought her smile back to Harua, who had been blocking her all along.

- If I may, just give that girl a little more, give her a smile... Mr. Iola.

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"Ah, Io-kun! There."

Harua pointed to the waterwheel cabin a little further. Is it the neighborhood settlement people there, a dozen people were gathered and surrounded by one cow truck? Village farmers, old ladies, young children...... At the end of that gaze were several young men, standing on the carrier of a cow truck.

"There's someone else at the rendezvous point. Three...... four?

In front of the woods, there was a beautiful spiral and a waterwheel cabin, before which one cow car stopped.

Seeing, there is one tall young man armed with swords and leather armor and one small man. There was one other boy standing with a bow. And there's one square glasses girl sitting on the carrier of a cow truck, reading a book.

"Is that..., Tibalagi Weekend Demon Crusader?

"Maybe. It's definitely the third squad around here."

Continued