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

"Ku......!

"Sage Grecas, thrust drop...... altitude is dropping!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The altitude dropped while I was looking at it, and it dropped about twenty merte sharply, and I was in the mood. Pour as little magic as possible into six 'barrels (bars)'.

Successfully rebuild the control technique so that it distributes the optimal magic power for each one and is horizontal.

- Severe magic drain......!

Apparently, he was consuming even more magic during his escape from the collapse of the eleventh layer and an aerial pause at the rescue of his comrades.

"Grecas! There's still Miss Leistoria up there!

Faria, dressed like she was holding me from behind, clinging to the fuselage, pointed up.

"We need to get it back up, but... it's over weight!

In addition to the weight of the metal cylinder, the 'quadruple bullet', there are a total of 14 humans on board. Although the 'four-style bullet', a warhead for boarding, is lighter, it weighs nearly two tons. Fourteen more people together would approach a total weight of three tons.

The maximum thrust of the 'Barrel' in flight mode is about 0.5 tons. If this is six and I manage to make it float about three tons. But now it's finally time to secure that thrust, and I can't turn to the upside.

Even while this is happening, the eleventh layer with Leistoria may collapse.

We are now floating near the eighth floor of the Castle of the Demon King, over 100 Merte tall. The castle of the former Demon King from the outside, the exterior walls peeling off one after the other, the spires collapsing and the roof tiles pouring down towards the ground like a slow motion.

"Yea......! You can come pick it up later!

Faria throws away her huge favorite battle axe (Battleax).

"Faria!? Isn't that an important axe?

"My grandfather's grandfather... is a testament to the Royal Rudens, a dragon warrior who has been handed down from generation to generation. But... now everyone's life will be more important than this!

When I say that, I guess! and threw the axe into the air. equipment of the Rudens Kingdom tradition that never let go at any time. It disappears into the forest of Dicamaran, which spreads beneath his eyes.

"Metti! I need a record of the drop point!

"Wow, I get it!

"What do you say, Greg! It's a little lighter, isn't it?

"Oh! I wonder if that's all there is for one human being. We'll come back later to collect it, be sure."

"Never mind, now fly!

"Thank you, Faria"

I live up to Faria's resolve and instill magic. The posture stabilized thanks to it, but it is still slightly heavy to turn up.

"That's right...!

I manipulated the magic thread (Magiwire) and disconnected the ejection unit behind the Four Bullets. It is no longer capable of long-range flight, caused by the magical continuous ejection of the explosion. Then you can throw away an eruptive magic unit or something that turned into a dead weight.

Combined with Faria's axe, and lighter by another 300 kilograms, the fuwa...... all the way "Four Bullets" turned up.

"I did it... up there!

Metty points up as she screams. When I looked up haphazardly, I could see some of the collapsed outer walls hitting a nine-layer balcony and scattering the fragments down.

"Damn...... Huh!

I manipulated the Quadruple Bullet and avoided its meteor-like rock debris. Still, some crash into the fuselage and snap the surface.

"Dangerous, Greg!

Faria behind me stood up and covered me. Gah right after! and blunt sounds.

"Faria, are you okay!?

Apparently, Faria was pretty shocked by a direct hit to the armor. Distort your face in pain, yet maintain your posture.

"Ku......! I don't know. You seemed right not to take off your armor...... Just fly about me! I guess it helps everyone!?

Nodding to Faria's voice, he ascends with all his might. VOOOOO! and when it rises under pneumatic pressure, it goes for the eleventh layer at once. Finally, we reach the eleventh layer, which leaves behind a staircase and a slight scaffold of about five merte squares -.

I saw one white figure and four demons there.

Laistoria, the wizard of High Elf, had just torn several demons apart with a blade of wind. There are three goblin demons whose bodies are cut apart and fall. But there's a whole bunch of geeky warriors in armor, and they're ineffective against it.

Leistoria is finally being hunted down until the lack of scaffolding by a guy-knackered warrior wielding a rusty sword. The rags and the floor at your feet are crumbling.

"Leistoria, fly. Yeah!

When I looked back at my voice, I opened my cleavage eyes.

It rose to the bottom of the critical, and Leistoria jumped at a place called Two Mertes to go.

Leaping by magic reinforced exterior (Maginotics), it flew through the air magnificently and landed lightly on a metal cylinder in front of me and Faria...

I felt a slight shake as if the little bird would stop at the branch, but the fuselage never broke down.

On one knee and hand, offset momentum. Long, fluffy, platinum-colored hair.

I slowly steered the fuselage away from Castle Demon King. As you lower your altitude, turn your gaze toward the progressively distant Castle of the Demon King.

The last scaffolding of the eleventh layer collapsed one after the other, and I could see the geeky warrior falling with the rubble. Finally, Demon King Castle leans from the foundation, accelerating the collapse of the lower parts as well. The dust was rising beyond sight near the surface.

Dodd dodd dodd dodd... and the ringing of the ground makes the air tremble. We flew all at once, about 300 mertes away. Still, tremors and sounds like the end demons of Demon King's Castle reached 'Four Bullets'.

"Why did you come back?"

High Elf's wizard's first voice was a frustrating, mixed-up, cold voice.

"To help everyone."

"I told you to take Her Royal Highness and run away."

"... but this is how we were all helped"

"Can't you name a wise man and choose a life to prioritize?"

Metius, a fairy grabbed inside his collar neck, breathes into its power.

Sure, maybe I made the wrong choice. But... they say it's sweet, but this is what I did.

"There will be no way to say that! Greg was desperate to save us all."

Faria barked from behind. But even in that voice, Leistoria doesn't break the cold look.

"I beg your pardon, Her Royal Highness Princess Faria, First Princess of the Kingdom of Rudens. There seems to be a misunderstanding. I should at least let the royals and all the heroes escape."

"Nooo...!

Faria clasps her mouth.

"Having dedicated our souls to the proud knight and princess of Metanostadt, we have no remorse whatsoever in trying to kill ourselves in that castle. It would have been nice if you had safely taken this' four-style bullet 'ride by the princess and her son-in-law Prince and even left the safe zone. Foolishly enough to come and pick me up until I'm in danger!

"Ugh..."

"That's too much, Miss Leistoria!

"That's okay, Faria."

"But......!

I lose my word at the point where I can be described as the star.

All of the mutilating Leistorian words came from a heartfelt desire to save Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel.

Every word of it was too precise and my heart screamed in critical pain.

"From what I've seen, the magic runs out and you can't even fly this ship."

"... Oh, you're right, actually. It's the limit of magic."

"Lord Grecas. You are… disqualified as a wise man belonging to the Kingdom. I have to give a glance about using special magic. But the fruit is nothing more than a foolish young man with no contents but the fame of being a hero. I don't even know what to prioritize. The result... is this, right?

The beautiful wizard of High Elf quietly stood up on the 'Four Bullets'. Turn your thin palm toward the sea of trees beneath your eyes as you blink your pure white cape.

There was no word to give it back, it was me staring straight back, but the magic residue was 12%. Current flight altitude is 50 Merte. We're slowly heading south.

Indeed, Leistoria is right, and with this residual magic, it is even suspicious that we can fly one more kilomerte. There are still more than four kilomertes to the supposedly safe Expeditionary garrison.

Finally, 'Barrel (Barr)' output also drops, except as it is occasionally in the depressed woods of the demonic nest-eating Dicamaran.

Even if it is not as good as the demons of Demon King's Castle, the marshes of poison and the demons that nest there will strike endlessly. If we were to walk to the garrison while protecting the princess from them, we would have to be prepared for further sacrifices.

My magic was finally losing its power by losing its magic power and being defeated mentally.

Even though the sun gradually began to rise, the sea of trees in Dicamaran seems to carry in the darkness of darkness.

"It's no wonder where the hell you come up with ridiculous choices, such as where you were born and raised and what kind of education you get, saving everyone"

Deep poking words, but I was rather wondering what I was proud of.

Nihon, the country where Chihiro lived, the "original" of my existence.

It was that kind of country, where people living in that country say they should save, at least trying to save every possible life.

The remnants of fading memories may conveniently beautify, but they are only a few of the remaining roots.

"Leave me alone. I... I believe this is right"

To my words, High Elf sighed small.

"But..."

Raistria increased her magic power when she moved quietly, as she tied the mark with both hands. Hoo... and the wind rises.

"Sometimes I envy the sweetness and kindness of you"

Raistria said so in a soft voice, causing the wind. It was like an upward airflow, blowing up directly below the fuselage.

The hull of the "Four Bullets" began to move up speed and altitude as if it were a canoe down the river.

"With the magic of a powerful wind... are you pushing up the hull...!

How much magic is infused? The colour of bitterness floats on the beautiful face of Leistoria, who does not change her expression.

"... I don't hate sacrifice if it's to protect the princess. Inject all the magic I can have... Lord Grecas will never fly this ship for another four kilometres."

"Ah, ah...! All right! Meti! Unlock the spare magic of Barrel."

"Okay, sage Grecas!

The "Barrel" itself, a wine barrel golem, also contains magic. I open it up as a spare and manage to maintain my posture. This is the last trump card left.

It was a few minutes of flight in time, but it felt enough for me and Leicestria.

And I saw the end of a long and painful journey.

"I see it! Abandoned Village... and you can see the position and Metanostadt flag in the center!

Continued