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

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The village, finally reached, was like a small settlement created by cutting through the depressed Dicamaran forest.

In front lies the wall-like 'Desperate Mountains of Madness', glowing blue and black in the morning sun.

I guess the only village was here, from a closed Dicamaran platform to Israel on a difficult mountain crossing route. You can see a single path stretching into a giant mountain range as it bends.

As we approached 200 Merte in front of the abandoned village as our riding 'Four Bullets' lowered altitude, we saw the full bird 's-eye view from the sky.

All of the dozens of houses have fallen out of their roofs, and the church bell tower, visible in the center, has decayed and worn out, entangled with green violins.

However, the weeds in the village square are mowed down and nearly ten large carriages are arranged in a circular line, with three residential tents in the centre of which to draw a circle.

Above the tent was a painted flag of the Metanostadt kingdom in the wind.

"It's a garrison of kingdom expeditions...!

"The princess has come this far with all those people!

"Oh, I've been staying!

The square had gathered warriors, knights and squires who had travelled with the princess from Metanostadt.

Would that number be about thirty? Everyone looks at this one and hesitates.

"Guys! Grab me!

I screamed inside from the hatch of "Four Bullets".

There are twelve people on board inside, but there's me and Faria outside, and Leistoria.

"Grecas! Wah, I'm holding back......!

"Wah, there you are!? Strong, strong! Your guts suck!

"Yeah, you won't have a choice! Don't break out! Quiet."

"Because you have some kind of feather tightening!?

The rattled feeling of armor hugs me all the time. With Faria holding me from behind, I pour out my last magic, desperately continuing to control my posture.

I managed to get this far thanks to the magic of the wind that Leistoria kept creating an airflow that pushed me up from the bottom. 'Barrel (Barr)' maintains thrust while being supported by the wind for some percent of its weight.

I just lowered my altitude to ten mertes, and my magic power on the boulder was 8% left. If we dwindle any further, even the magic supply to the fairy Metius is at stake. But it looks like a goal at last.

Surprise, cheer, and applause arose from the garrison about seeing a pure white cloak on a cylinder of flying metal.

"Landing...... ugh!

"Ugh...!

At three mertes in height, the magic of the "barrels (bars)" was finally exhausted. It had slowed down as much as possible, but still crushes one abandoned house. He broke down the stone house making noises, making sure he slipped over it, and managed to stop. Successfully landed.

At the same time as the landing, six wine barrel golems lost power and rolled down to the ground.

"... I'll do some maintenance later."

Then soldiers and squire from the garrison rushed over from the other side.

"What about the princess!?

"Lord Leistoria! Lord Leistoria!

"Ooh, ooh! And Lord Grecas the Wise......! Safe!

"What about Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel!?

Wishing the princess well, v For them who had to wait even, it seemed as if the return of the top wizard Leistoria, who often acted with the princess, meant the return of Princess Snoovel as it were.

"Safe. I need an ambulance immediately."

When he stood up, Leistoria spoke in a voice that often passed, looking around at worried faces.

"Ooh, ooh!

"Is the princess inside!?

More applause and cheer rolled up.

"It's going to take a while before you get out."

When Leistoria said so, he jumped a bit off the top of the 'four-style bullet'.

"Thanks to you, Leistoria."

"You've done your job well. Sage (...), Grecas"

I couldn't fly this far on my own.

"It's all for the princess. Let the people inside out quickly. Otherwise, the princess won't be able to come out."

"Ah, ah."

Having smiled only for a moment, Leistoria looked at the 'Four Bullets' and tilted her pinned elf ear a little longer than Lentomia's.

Help the fellows crawl out of the inside one after another with Faria.

"It's been a long time since you laid a finger this time..."

"Uh, I'm tired already -!

"Relieved. We're all safe... good"

"Oh, Lu, Lentomia, Manuferno. Thanks."

When Majerna and the six Special Assault Squad members show up, a whistle and applause wind up from the warriors and squires who were surrounding them.

Next, when the cape naked, the brave Ergonote in pants, comes out, the applause stops for a moment but soon replaces it with a big cheer.

"Ladies and gentlemen... I really apologize for your concern. I... this is how I lived and got back. Thanks to everyone here."

Finally, when Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel showed up, she was surrounded by sighs and relief and warm applause of tearful warriors and squires.

"Princess!"

"Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel!

"Sage Grecas...... Um, I'm sleepy..."

"Meti!?

"Oh, and I'm so thirsty."

And the fairy Metius went over my shoulder with a flirt. My magic's getting weaker, and that's what's affecting Metius, too.

I held Metius the fairy with both hands and jumped down the Four Bullets to tear the hedges apart.

Then he finds the wet sesame grass in the morning dew and rushes to his mouth, carrying fresh drops of morning dew (shizuku) that glow with the tip of the leaves.

"... oh, it's delicious"

"Meti, get in the book right away......!

"Let me do that. … it's good to have saved your princess…"

Meti folds transparent feathers with a weak voice. Gently lift up the golden hair on your cheeks with your fingertips and wrap it around your palms. And pour magic into squeezing it out.

"Right...... Metti worked really well too."

Even if I run out of magic, I'll be fully recovered after a few days off, just like my health. But once Metti wears out, it takes time to recover.

Magic can be reduced if used.

But it never goes to zero. It is also said because, from the depths of the mind, it is a force that springs from the soul.

By wishing, thinking, and praying for something, the power recovers little by little.

- Please, magic power... a little more, a little more!

Then Metius puts his hand on my finger with a weak voice.

"Sage Grecas... communications. … something is happening."

"Hmm...?

- Wang Du. Received from Methanostat direction. Audio only received.

I didn't realize because I had closed the tactical information display (tactics), but apparently there is a relay (...) in this garrison to use a large crystal sphere or something for communication and to use magic waves for communication over long distances.

That seems to have carried correspondence from the king's capital, Metanostadt.

I heard a faint, tiny murmuring voice.

"Grey! Breakfast time............ Yikes'

"Walk where... ooh"

"Slime... call on them... swith in search"

"Plum, hemperosa, and...... rana!?

As soon as I heard that voice, I remembered the unspeakable love and warmth.

At that point, as if water were gushing out of a fountain, the magic power began to recover, albeit marginally.

- Oh, oh...! Right, you guys...... what the hell.

I noticed. That the source of magic was... very familiar.

Continued