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

One of the Wizards' Assembly Halls belonging to the Magic Society (...), "The Talking Room of the Three Moons (Salon)", was engulfed with enthusiasm.

The size of the room surrounded by a wall bookshelf is about fifteen merte square. There are six wooden rectangular tables lined up, each with five or six wizards sitting on it.

At the central table is the figure of Sir Apras A. Jill, president of the Magic Society. Next to it is also the figure of Alberina, a pitch-black witch. Next to her is Lentomia.

"Lord Grecas, we've all been waiting for you with a long neck. Come on, get in the middle seat over there."

"Ah, yes. So... excuse me."

Proceed between arranged tables and chairs, guided by Bilirudessen, a wizard with veteran style.

The room has four columns that they seem to have shredded out of the rock, each stretched out of the floor to support the ceiling. The magic lamp is attached to its pillars and illuminates its surroundings.

The gaze of all the wizards is on me.

Many magic threads (magiwires) crawl through the floor and draw strange shapes on the ceiling. This is where many wizards gather for a "fun discussion," but there seems to be a navel bend inside.

"I didn't know Grecas or that young man would call me a wise man..."

"Your Highness! Strength will be everything. There's no point in being old."

"I've been in the tunnel for forty years exploring magic guidance on this road. Yet..., I just got a tailored 'intermediate' cape from the kingdom...

I'd love to say it. "

It's ugly, Your Highness.

The two wizards were staring at each other at a passing table, but as Bilirudessen roughed his nose, they showed a loving laugh.

"But it entails a junction with no gaps in dimensions"

"... I hear it fits in the princess's katana."

Two names must be given to those who now know the secrets of the world tree.

I can hear you whining, but, well, it would be something like this. Some openly turn a gaze of jealousy and vigilance, but I don't really care.

A wizard is inherently an explorer of magic. Researcher temperament and loneliness. Because sometimes you care about philosophers, have your own thoughts and theories, and few bigoted people.

"... Sage Grecas, are we in the spotlight?

"Because Metti is rare. You can keep your love here."

"I'll do my best."

Next to the collar of the cloak of the wise, the fairy Metius smiles around and waves. They seem to think he's a rare fairy "user demon," and he says to that poor figure, "Ooh!" "A fairy with an entity," he said, turning his interest and envy.

Then something like a glowing sphere appeared from the shadow of the column or from the side of the desk. He travels with fluff and phosphorescence, approaching us.

Apparently, it's a kind of spiritual coated with phosphorescent magic (will-o-wisp). Inside the light sphere, you can see a slight resemblance to a fairy. I guess there are wizards who use the Spirit as a "user demon".

"... Konnichiha"

"Chiworth"

"Well! Talk to me?

"Hey, you should come and play"

"Yes!"

Fairy Metius flickered in the sky and began to chase him through the room.

I came to the central seat. There are numerous notes and pens on the desk, as well as a grasp of the "Seeds of the World Tree" sample, placed on a silver plate.

He seemed to try and find out all kinds of things like cutting it with a knife, crushing it.

"Well done, Lord Grecas the Wise. The last few days have been really fun to argue with… I just wanted to ask the boulder what Lord Sage has to say."

An old man with a deep wrinkle carved around his face smiles softly as he strokes a white beard on his gray hair.

The loose white robe shows that it is the top wizard, with blue embroidery on the white and decorations by silver thread.

"I would like to join you with all due respect. Sir Aphrase A. Jill."

In deep gratitude to the president of the Magic Society, he lowered his back to the diagonal forward seat.

"You don't have to be tough. Everyone here, as explorers of the same magic, came up with grace from the Tree of the World and wisdom about the future, expressing their opinions without abomination."

As Sir Apras-A-Jill slowly looked around the whole room, the applause boiled from the wizards. Again, the person who is collecting respect is different.

"... you don't have to spare your wisdom here, Grecas. It's about washing away, exposing your magical wisdom, and disclosing your information. Isn't it wise of you to do all you can for us?

Turn the Seed of the World Tree on my hand and lift the edge of my reddish lip.

The dark elf witch is just giggling her eyes at me for waiting. The quest for magic seems the same.

"Alberina, don't be disappointed. I won't hide anything."

"I won't allow it to be my own."

"You're the one."

Face to face with Alberina and Lentomia.

"Greg, where have you been all morning?

Horrified by Lentomia's usual voice and condition.

"Say hello in the Home Office. So you have to read and sign papers and do things like an official of the king's government."

"Hmm? Oh, my God."

The president of the Magic Society stood up with the paperwork in his hand.

"Now, Lord Grecas, who wrote this," Report on the Seeds of the World Tree, "came to me.

The applause boils.

"There seems to be a deep debate about how to apply and utilize the seeds of the World Tree with endless possibilities. It has great potential. It could make the magic technology of this world more advanced and conveniently change people's lives."

Behind the president of the Magic Society is the "Magic Fixture for Slide Projection (Magina Projector)", which shows footage in a white tent. The transition of the magic retention amount when used as the magic 'magic accumulation mechanism (capacitor)'. Possible applications to magic medicines, and how to germinate seeds, etc. -.

"Wow, you've already been discussing and thinking so much!

"Greg and I wrote a paper on research and analysis. That's why we all had smooth arguments and verifications."

Lentomia proudly stretches her chest and stands her elf ears.

"Well, good."

I'm a little sorry to wonder if everyone worked while we were on vacation.

"But it seems like a new challenge has added to my worries."

Sir Apras-A-Jill drops the tone of his voice slightly.

"A new concern, what?

"... the only thing I'm worried about is the possibility of a dispute over this seed."

Zawa, and the little confusion spreads.

"Simply think of this as a resource, as a convenient tool, and there's going to be a pitfall. Military to commerce...... There will be a lot of things you want. I am concerned that there may be a dispute."

"A feud over the world tree......!

That's a well-thought out scenario.

"That's why I want your opinion. Regardless, the discussion here is just a reference from our wizard's narrow insights. If it is played to the King's government, His Royal Highness the Princess, and His Majesty the King, it will be judged from an even bigger perspective. But at least I want to think about the uncontroversial wisdom here."

- No dispute, wisdom.

Continued