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

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"Are you new here? Welcome to Squad Three."

When Iola and Harua arrived at the rendezvous point, the tall young man greeted them aloud.

Shortly pruned dark brown hair with shallow, dark, tanned skin. The sculpture of the face is deep, the eyes sharp, and the brow, which hides half the dark green eyes, is thick.

The young man, who is a gift of farming and daily workouts or who is quite musculoskeletal, has some spare expression on his face.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Iola, this is Harua."

"Hello"

Like Iola, who greets him, Harua, who bows his head with a peck.

"I didn't mean to bring a woman over late...... this is a big rookie.... I'm Masford. He's the leader of the third squad."

"Best regards"

Iola is a normal mind as usual. It is the teachings of Luroni, master of swordsmanship, who politely greets any opponent.

Harua has a tense face and grabs Iola's left arm.

Is Masford about 175 centimeters tall to call himself the leader? It looks a lot bigger than Iola.

The armor that surrounds the entire body is made of similar Iola leather, but the tibia (shin), chest, etc. are reinforced with thin metal plates.

The weapon is a long, heavy-duty two-handed sword (two-handed sword) with a large sword bracketed around the back that may also be 150 cm long and a short sword in reserve attire lowered at the waist.

Massford glanced straight at his colored eyes, as if to try Iola.

……

Iola also takes her sharp and heavy gaze quietly and confronts her without disturbing her mind.

A moment of silence. The stare at a distance of about five mertes was only a few seconds in time.

"... ho? Don't make a good face. Iola... Was it? Probably when they stare at me, they either hella and bow their heads, or they stick with me... hey"

Masford, as impressed, finally floated something grinning in his mouth.

"Huh...?

"What do you say, why don't we make a match with a sword? Show me your skill."

I'm not strong enough.

"... I've never seen him say that himself. Out."

Throwing provocative words at Iola, Massford put his hand on the sword pattern.

And a middle-aged man, who seemed to be an employee of the village hall watching there, rushes in to crack it open.

"Ma, Masford! This is a crusading expedition that combines goodwill (...)... huh!? Iola, I'm sorry. This Mr. Masford is a strong man who won a school building match against swordsmanship five years ago. You can rely so much on crusades! Yeah!"

"Ah... yes"

I see, I'm convinced. I guess the skill of the sword is certain. Five years ago, does that mean there was some experience in action when the village was attacked in the Demon King's War...

Upon completion of the introduction of the leader, Masford, the next step will be to introduce Iola to the other members of the third squad and to the villagers who were gathered to drop him off.

"And Iola, who is joining us today for the first time, is from a Huckleberry settlement in northern Tibalagi. Your parents died in that war... and they came back to the village very hard."

The way he talks in tears apparently knew some circumstances. The hero I took care of, Grecas the Wise, was thankful to Iola for laying low for me.

A warm welcome applause and cheer came from the villagers of this district who were gathering.

"Best wishes. I'll make Harua wait here, too."

"I'm in charge of lunch and herbs."

Iola bowed her head politely again. They also left a few of the people who were gathering at the rendezvous point, making it a base. Harua is leaving a message while protecting the cow truck.

Now look around the faces of non-Massford members as well. Then from the carrier of the cow truck, the faces that jumped one after the other approached Iola and exchanged greetings.

"I... Till Ricker. For once, use the sword…"

"Oh, hello!

"Hello......"

A man who feels weak doesn't try to gaze at Oddod on top of being smaller than Iola. It would be a good battle with my dear Harua just now.

Her hair is grey, and her skin is white. The color of the eyes is iron...... is it Rudensian? That's a thin, small impression.

With a simple leather breastplate on and lowered to the hips is a small, old, short sword. At first, swordsman (...), would be a classification for.

"This guy is a 'wanting to go home' til! You want to go home to Horn House, right?

"Stop it, Leader... I already want to go home, ah!?

Gah! and as Massford slapped Till on the shoulder with a mean face, his whole body broke a mess.... Are you sure you'll be all right? and Iola is enough to worry about.

"This is Harrimill, the archer."

"Regards!"

Shh! And I gave him one hand with a bright smile... and Iola and I were the same girl in our outfits. The redhead shortcut has a boyish impression, with thick lips in his large eyes creating a creepy little animal look.

The outfit resembles an elf ethnic costume, a short green piece. Nevertheless, my ears are normal because I'm human. The chest is of such a discreet size that it does not interfere with bowing. Remembering Riola a little, Iola shook her head unexpectedly.

He carries a decorated arrow barrel on his back with a shorter, sturdy, curved bow on his shoulder.

"Mr. Hunter...... what? I guess I can count on you."

"Right."

Harua and Iola round their eyes to the Archer (Archia). There's just a user of a weapon who can provide medium-range support that's not magic, and it's comforting in battle.

"I won't take it off if it stops. I'm in the middle of something, ahahahahahahaha."

"... the two names of Harrimill are 'Master of Apples'..."

Massford, the leader, lowered his voice to Butt Blur. Half-eyed and sighed.

"Apple......?

"Ah... do you mean immobile?

Next to Iola tilting her little neck, Hallua picks! and glow your eyes.

"Correct! That's sharp, uh, Hal!

Bishi! and Harrimir laughing with his fingers pointed at Harua. Harua laughing at being caught.

"Huh... Huh?

A bright smile would have been nice to break it down quickly with Hallujah his age, but is there such a thing as "immobile" in the battlefield?

If an arrow is released with such skill, an arrow may pierce your back.

I already have nothing but anxiety in Iola's mind.

"With that, we're the third squad, the only trump card..."

Thank you. I'm a leader who loses his energy every time I introduce him, but the third one looks like he can count on it.

"Hi, I'm a self-proclaimed (...) wizard maple"

"Wow!?

"Shah!?

I heard a dark voice from right behind Iola and Harua. It jumps up unintentionally, but it won't be the magic or anything of the perceived agitation system, it will just make a faint impression.

It was a girl who weaved purple capes and hung square glasses. The pale peach hair is sarcastic and even around the chest. The color of the eyes is red copper.

Under the cape was normal plain clothes, which also looked like a uniform in the school building.

On the left side is an old thick guide to magic (Grimoire) and on the right is an oak tree wand. It looks like a "wizard" itself, no matter where it comes from.

But I think there was a mix of words I cared about.

"Ji, call yourself...?

At least the wizards that Iola had seen on her journey with the Grecas were all holders of an extraordinary ability to use magic that went off track.

"Maple can use magic, but chanting takes time. By the end of the conversation, the battle is often over... so the two names" Slow Shooting Maple ""

Massford shook his neck left and right and held his temples down. Looks like he's having some difficulty.

"Slow shooting..."

Iola flashes. Following the bow and arrow, the magic support is also a rather suspicious cloud.

"For once, Metanostadt Magic High School, I'm leaving school halfway through the year"

A way of talking that reminds me of Mr. Manuferno somewhere. The pale talking tone is relaxing and certainly doesn't seem like a fast spell chant.

"So, are you okay?!?

"It's okay, you can use the magic of flames......! Spread the powder of the fire (...) flashly."

"Yes..."

Looking around like this, it's strange because Masford, the leader who would push power with a large sword, looks very reliable.

Iola looks at Harua and smiles at the bitter mix of smiles.

"Ma'am, please. We'll figure it out!

"... yeah!

- Guru, I... I'll try my best.

Continued