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

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I was on my way to the Magic Society in another area of the Royal Castle. I'm going inside the royal castle to be led a few steps further by the adorable ass of a fluffy flying fairy.

- The results of the analysis of "fruit" collected in the world tree, and a discussion of its application.

- Drafting of transportation by new magic, consideration of protocols.

- Conference on correspondence to working activities by Western countries Stralia.

I read the paperwork and was a little preoccupied with the amount of homework I had.

But first, if you go to the Magic Society, you can discuss a single issue. In other words, analysis of the fruits of the world tree and how to use them.

"I'm busy because the magical power of the wise Grecas is expected from the country and needed by the people. Aren't you happy?"

"Don't feel positive when you say that."

"Yes! Don't feel confident"

"Uhm."

Certainly fairy Metius is right.

While there are fewer jobs like adventuring and defeating demon kings or exorcising demons that afflict people, as before. Mercenaries and escorts have come down considerably, and even wizards treasured in battle have trouble with money, and it's time to change careers.

As times have changed, so have I at some point. As for having a family and having to feed it, stability and peace are what we should want rather than adventure.

We have to get around here well and live up to expectations.

The more I use my magic skills over time, the more I do my job, and the more elegant I go about my routine. I decide to work hard now, hoping that day will come.

An elegant routine?

I move on with that in mind. What I'm walking on is the semi-basin part of the Royal Castle, the corner of a corridor built of rock scrapers. Ceilings, rocks, walls, floors, rocks. They emit a strange cold, blue and black light. I guess I don't feel dark because of the bright gaps (slits) that line up neatly.

An elongated pentagonal hole, about 50 cm wide and 3 merte high, opens its mouth to place 2 merte. It seems to have magically drilled a hole in the rock, but the cut is as smooth as if it had been cut with a sharp blade.

From the small window, he saw a number of elegant aristocratic halls built around the royal castle of Metanostadt.

If you continue on this rock corridor for a while, you will eventually reach the Royal Magic Society.

"It's kind of a dark place, Jimmy."

"At the foot of the castle, dimness...... For a wizard, calm down."

I don't know what it's like to be seniors who chose this place as the headquarters of the association.

The headquarters of the Royal Magic Society of Metanostadt does not have offices like buildings or royal government buildings.

They rent a few small rooms in a semi-disciplinary, old-time neighborhood on a huge rocky foundation that forms the base of the castle, like a rally hall.

It turns out that Wang Metropolitan Church was built by the ancestors of the Royal Methanostat, who descended to the land more than a thousand years ago, and by those who survived the collapse of the world on the Holy Sword Battleship (...) - precisely descendants of those who forwarded it as an information body to the crystal crystal and regenerated their flesh.

The neighborhood is connected by a rock shredded corridor, forming a complex, intertwined maze. These passages seem to be connected to the hangar of the Holy Sword Battleship, to the underground spaces of the Cathedral Church, to the secret libraries beneath the Royal Castle.

Eventually, he came to the corner of the Magic Society, to the entrance of a moment.

"This is Sage Grecas, well done to the Magic Society. Where are you going today?

The wizard of the red robe gives thanks in a polite tone.

"Hello, to" The Talking Room of the Three Moons (Salon) "

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered this morning."

"Really, thank you"

I give thanks to the gatekeeper's wizard and creep through the entrance to the Magic Society.

The interpersonal vigilance magic junction, the magic circle for identification, etc. are painted multiple times on the floor. Naturally, I can get through without difficulty.

There are some heavy, year-old tree doors while you continue down the curved hallway. Each had a plate on it and the name of the room was carved in.

One of them, "The Talking Room of the Three Sundays and Moons (Salon)" opens the door and goes inside.

The door knob is also locked with magic. Since only the association's people know how to unlock (unlock), it seems that outsiders can't get in.

Hi, it's Grecas.

Ooh! And a light blurring came from inside the room.

The first thing that pops into the room is a wall bookshelf large enough to reach the ceiling. I'm always intrigued by a bunch of books that fill one side of the wall.

The wooden shelves, enough to reach the ceiling, are lined with magical old back cover books, and another shelf is unmade with vials and pods. Probably a valuable magic catalyst.

Other materials used in magic, such as canes and shelves lined with pieces of bars, and prototypes of tools (items) are arranged in a narrow manner.

There are already about thirty large numbers of people in the room, all like wizards. Used to be a quiet, shady room, but now full of enthusiasm and vibrancy.

"Wow...? What the hell."

"That's so hot."

The first thing that greeted me was the face of the group sitting near the entrance to the room.

The leader is a middle-aged and stylish veteran wizard, Bilirudesen.

Two already knowledgeable young, 20-year-old male wizards, a female wizard featuring wavy hair, and a fat, slender female wizard with a big head.

"Master Sage Grecas, it's been a long time. Oh! Even the Guardian Fairy......!

"Lord Bilirudessen, we were busy."

"Hello"

Other faces showed their welcome. A wizard's yoriham with a strong feel. It's definitely another good guy style, Highriflum.

The woman with the wavy hair is Leaplia. Little fat woman porkles.

Shake hands with five people, including Bilirudessen, the head of the Magic Tools Development Authority.

"Sa, it's already started, today's discourse is really interesting!

Bilirudessen, the middle-aged wizard of the green cape, makes a laugh at his mouth.

They don't belong in the royal palace. The "working for the association" wizard. He hates color-coded cloaks that indicate rank and wraps around any shade of robe or coat he likes, such as obscure grey or black, brown or green.

"Ah! It's Greg! Over here, over here!"

From the back of the room, at the heart of the enthusiasm, pimp! and a half elf wizard raised his hand. And invite me.

"Lentomia, you were here"

That's not all. A dark elf wizard with dark hair also saw a wizard with a white beard accumulated in her gray hair and dressed in a white robe with decorations.

"Hey, here comes another hassle..."

"Ho ho, isn't this the whole trail?

"Alberina, and Sir Apras A. Jill, President of the Magic Society......!

Continued