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

"We create a common enemy (...). Then the world will be one."

To my words, all the wizards of the Kingdom of Metanostadt gathered in the Talking Room of the Three Sundays and Moons (Salon) seemed equally surprised.

Face to face and say the words, deliberately making the indoors noisy.

"Enemies...... you say?

"A common enemy, no way like the Demon King's Army, you mean!

"Haven't Lord Grecas heard the words of the Association's chief?"

He said, "Wisdom that will not be a source of contention...!

"I can't forgive you, you're careless!

Some get up and raise their voices in protest, and some wizards openly point at them.

On the other side of the room, a few fairies are flying around in a dick. Metius and his friends (...).

"Ho ho? I can't even think about it..."

Sir Apras A. Jill, the old wizard, president of the Magic Society, quietly leaked his surprise.

I have now spoken of the ideological creed I have gained from my own experience. Will the atmosphere of the place be dominated by anger? Keep going.

"The world tree was originally created by me and my disciples. So if we keep doing this, I'm going to build up more and more research, right? Not if you're arguing here.

My anger finally seemed to explode when I said it provocatively as I niggered away.

"Ugh......!?

"Sage...... Grecas!

The anger and the radiation of magical power pushed over. The aggressive use of magic here is rare, but the overflowing magic is beating me to the brink of a rough booming storm.

Whatever, prevent it all in The Wise Men's Boundary. On the surface of the invisible wall, the bees are scattered with red and blue sparks, with black lightning running.

"Together, let's come up with wisdom... and figure out how to take advantage of the seeds of the world tree! Sage... That's what I want!

A young wizard sitting in a seat just around the corner stood up and appealed to everyone.

"Gre......!

When I looked at Lentomia, my jade eyes stared at me with a worrying look.

Ever since I came to this world, I've been with a half elf wizard. I feel like I have all those memories of the days of my life's adventure and the days that follow and the succession of battles and...

Next to it, hun, lifted his mouth angle small as Alberina noticed my thoughts (...), arm in front of his big chest.

Again confront a bunch of gaze poured from the entire talking room (salon).

"- If you want to fight! Me and...... why not compete for research!? applications and possibilities to better world trees, species and magic! You guys or me, which makes the world tree species more viable...... why don't we compete. You're welcome to fight like that."

When I shook up my fist and screamed, the protest and angry groans stopped. Eventually, what I heard instead was a different air than before.

"That's right! Sage is right."

"Let's join forces."

"With the help of the Magic Society..."

"Ho ho, everyone, they took one."

So Sir Apras A. Jill, president of the Magic Society, banged his hands out.

As soon as possible, the wizards are hacked as if the magic had been solved. "Huh?" He who opens his mouth and solidifies, reacts differently though.

"If Grecas is going to play an enemy, it can't be more interesting, can it? Let's not call him Gaffoon."

In a purple cape, in a pitch-black dress. Alberina, with the atmosphere she deserved to be called a "witch" from anywhere, stood up with one hand on her desk. Long dark hair shakes.

"" "Ooh!

"Yes, they do!

It was the moment when the applause, the praise and the magic society came together.

She's the only dark elf in this room with pure blood muscles. Age is also higher than Sir Apras-a-Jill's. its overwhelming experience and profound insight into magic. She has a tremendous amount of magic, but I have respect for the president of the Wonders and Magic Society.

By accompanying him with a word, he soothed the air in the field while standing Sir Apras-a-Jill.

"Good job, Lord Grecas. I thought we'd put ourselves in a good position to avoid a fight."

I'm the admirable head of the Magic Society, but I've got big cheeks on my fingertips.

"No... that, it's a thought and momentum. I... it's always like this"

"So, sage, which one?"

"... no, no"

To me, I'm afraid, the fairy Metius flew back.

"Sage Grecas! I'm so hallucinated! If I were on your side, I would have stopped you."

"Ha, I don't hate these kinds of roles"

"Well...... It's a curved navel."

Continued