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

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The western sky is stained with burning colors.

The thinly spreading clouds are slowly swirling and creepy in the sky. I'm not foreseeing what would happen, but I was seeping disturbing signs somewhere.

"Soon my dear home...... right"

"You're tired."

"Oh, absolutely."

Lentomia and I go through the park that stretches out behind the royal castle and continue towards the dim woods. Beyond the Mitsuki pond, I am horrified to see the warm light of the Sage's Hall. You'll be there in about five minutes walking down the road.

As I walked, I was sorting out the story and the situation in the auditorium today.

Presentation of the new magic technology on how to get around, at the Grand Auditorium of Royal Metanostadt Castle -.

That only showed unexpected and rapid development when the creepy presence of "The Moving Castle of Dicamaran" was brightened.

In other words, pack the shore battleship (...) with new magic and new technology to operate while simultaneously demonstrating experiments. And the Kingdom's regular army can't move. Instead, they want us to intercept a suspicious' walking castle ', a fitting that has been shown two purposes.

I'd say it's impotent, but I can see as much as the chaos and upset of the king's government and army.

I'm confused as to what to do.

Water in the sleeping ear, such as the Demon King's Castle "revitalizing", would be a good place to go unexpectedly. If some idiot has clearly declared me 'I am the new demon king -' then the immediate Royal Army just needs to move in tandem with the nations and smash the iron pile cannon in and crush it like it was rained.

But the situation, which cannot even be described as a clear threat, is always the most obnoxious. If so, it will be the turn of someone like me who has the power and is free to move around.

- Oh, boy. But I can't even leave you alone.

The new shore battleship, which could be a force of war, will take about a month to manufacture and dress new parts, he said.

If Dicamaran Castle were to continue to move in the meantime, it would cross the 'Mad Despair Mountains' which would spread to northern Israel within a few weeks and reach the desert zone of Israel.

The northern part of the desert is spreading with dry meadow areas, sparsely populated but inhabited by nomads. There is an unnamed village around a dotted little oasis where people are running their lives.

It's a critical place where land battleships can operate as a striking force, but at least we need to know what's going on.

"First of all, it's a prerequisite to see how Dickamaran Castle looks with these eyes. Let's go tomorrow..."

"Unlike old times, you're flying alone in a flying carriage. I'm coming, too."

Lentomia reacts quickly to whining I accidentally leaked

"Right, thanks. comforting."

"Eh heh. 'Cause you don't have to go cliffs or bypass poisonous swamps like you used to. Easy."

"Indeed, it must be."

Once the journey of the Demon King's Crusade was already a streak of adventures hard to devote to the brush tongue. This time around, you can pass by flying in the sky and reach the Imperial Castle.

The Dicamaran district is roughly six hundred kilometres from here. If we try to make it through the desert properly, it will be a route through the streets to the west, further north from the capital of Israel and beyond the mountains. The itinerary then exceeds a thousand kilometres graciously.

But if it's the Sky Turtle (Sky Turtle), a carriage that can fly at 60 km/h, it's only 10 hours. Even if we pinch a few breaks along the way, if we leave in the middle of the night, we'll be there in the morning.

"Round trip, three days in a hurry or something"

"It's a tremendous advance compared to the two months it used to take to get to the Demon King's Castle."

Lentomia yawns as she walks and, um, stretches her spine.

"Well. But..."

"Do you have any feelings? We're just gonna go check on the moving castle, right?

"That's right, but I can't see Plum or Hempero for three days... it's hard"

"Is that it!?

"That's where it matters, Sage. It's where the energy comes from."

"Greg's a total idiot now."

As I watched the side of the grinning half-elf, I sighed a little that it was a hassle.

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By the time I got home having a conversation with Lentomia, Yang was completely inclined. Go through the garden tip of the hall early enough and open the front door.

"No, I'm tired, I'm tired"

I'm home.

When I opened the front door of the Sage's Hall, it smelled good for dinner.

The soonest people to welcome me before anyone else were the 'Hall Slime' nesting around the front door. "Yar!", "Crae", "Yokose" and quickly flock to my feet as I rang, clutching around to suck the remnants of my magic. I also stop by Lentomia's, but, uh, she kicked me in gently and rolled around corny.

This is followed by a cheerful footsteps called Dotadota popping out of the living room dining room.

"I'm back -!

"Gu-gu, Brother Ren. No, welcome back, Dace!

I just took off my cloak of sage and hung it on the hook between the walls, first a welcome from Plum and Larna. The plum in plain clothes is well suited with a scarlet ponytail.

"I'm home. Pram, Larna. How was school building?"

"It was fun -!

"Worried and Lost Day"

I came back with an instant answer. Well, as far as the two sparkling smiles are concerned, they were fine with the first day of school.

"Oh good. Let me talk to you later. Er..."

Another source of concern, what about Hemperoza?

"To the wise..."

"Wah!? Were you there, Hemperoza?"

A nudgy brunette girl appeared from across the hallway. The expression is sinking and a little vain.

"What's going on, Hempero?"

That's what I'm talking about.

No way, you're a jerk in a school building!?

Good. Then they'll get into the school building, whether they call me a monster parent or not, and clean me up with a clan royal party slime of figured students!

"Actually. I have an hour of club activity after school. That's what bothers me."

"Club......?

"A club called" Sorority of Magic Girls "and" Knights of Pale Magic, "they're asking me out for two."

Hey, what's "Magic Girl Sorority"? And I'm also curious about the "Knights of Pale Magic" with a medium-ni feel...

Hemperosa narrows her black eyes and takes a small sigh. Seems pretty troubled. I gently stroked my head before walking out into the living room dining room.

"I'll let you listen to me over dinner."

"Heh...!

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Sitting on a lighted long table with soft scented oil lamps, we all surround the table.

For dinner tonight, chicken stew and barley bread, fried potatoes. It's a collaboration between Manuferno and Spiano. Riola's bread is baked in the morning, but is lightly broiled in the oven for aroma. Apply plenty of Loudens butter and it won't taste good.

I listen to Hemperoza in Pram and Lana and Riola's "after-school club" as I pamper my meal.

In the meantime, the school building on the first day of the transfer was horrified that all four of them seemed to have enjoyed coming.

I'll just push to make sure he's in the class, that his teacher sucks, and that he immediately reports every horny problem to the rabbit.

"Don't laugh. Greg's a fool."

"That's what Lentomia told me."

Manuferno smiles small, but I'm just worried. If you have a note, you can magically turn yourself into a beautiful boy and infiltrate your class. Well, it's a joke.

"I'm the... We had a lot of fun, though."

"Rio, you care... a lot?

Riola's chestnut eyes swim shy.

"Hmm, it was rare at first anyway. Rare Beast?"

"haha"

"But there aren't many boys around, so the chairman of the women's committee helped. He kicked me...... That felt like my sister, and it was cool."

"Oh, but that sounds like a fun class."

"Yes."

Riola looks embarrassed, but seems to have met well in class.

"So, how was Plum?

Next, listen to Plum.

Blink your scarlet eyes as you carry the stew to your mouth.

"Uh, I thought Pram would join the painting club..."

"Hmm?

I've won an award at the Metanostadt National Grand Cultural Festival before, and it may not be bad. I've been trying my best to sketch slime lately.

"Cool... I'm not sure if I want to make it a Rikuji-club."

"Shore!?

"It feels good to compete and run - I like to paint."

Mm-hmm. Plum in troubled condition. It's as if the opposite is true of cultural and athletic systems, but Plum has both sides... which is certainly a troubling place.

"Um, I see... Well, that's a little thinking. It's not like you can't change it on the way."

"I want to run while you're painting, or half of it -"

"Ha..."

Now, shall we listen to Lara and Hemperoza?

Continued