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

The wizards of the kingdom of Methanostat are all full of crooks.

Ideological creeds and doctrinal claims are different from each other, and the search for magic would be idealistic on the real route, as well as individual people.

But with me buying a hater, the story seems to have come together in the direction of unanimity in the end.

Even a bad play can handle it, but let's just apologize for the disrespect and disrespect.

"I apologize for being rude. Please forgive me."

I bowed my head. It seems a less common custom in this country, but where I used to live, this is how I feel it was normal to apologize.

"Yes, no, no... Lord Sage!

"Well, we are the ones who are all about the moment... I'm sorry about this one. Hi, when it comes to magic, my horizons don't get narrower. We have to work together more than we live in this country."

"It would help if you could say that."

Now we seem to have been able to reconcile ourselves with the wizards of the middle class and those who spoke loudly. We pledge to incite each other in the future.

"... I don't know, can we settle after we don't pat each other outside? You've become a boring man."

A dark elf sitting face-to-face whispered in a whisper that only I could hear.

Sighing witch Alberina with her cheekstick on her desk. I'm just surprised at what you were expecting, but beyond being one of those who appealed for "unanimity," I'm going to ask you to cooperate.

"Leave me alone. I'll deal with you in the upper arena (Colosseum) if you want. But for a while now, I'm guessing you'll take the lead and continue your research, right?

"Hmm. Even if Grecas doesn't tell you anything, I'm gonna do that from the start. Come on. Because the magical truth and the path that Atashi is looking for are in the same direction as this country."

"Right."

"What, do you doubt it?

"If it's a magical quest, does it look like it's flourishing in the West?

I'll just try to find out. Alberina, a witch who's lived for nearly 300 years, must have had some experience going to the Western countries of the Stralia.

"Thank God the water's not right over there. It smells old. The truth must be in the past a thousand years ago. Much more than here... I feel like I'm in the future."

Apparently, even in the magical "Talking Room (Salon)", which is in the same position to pursue magic, the difference in direction is obvious.

Above all, Alberina's eyes on me were something that made me feel somewhere innocent, even while hosting an ambitious, sharp light.

"I see. The future, rather than exploring the past... Not a bad word."

"That's unusual, isn't it? Comrade (...) Grecas. How about a drink?"

"Don't worry, I have work to do."

"You're an untouchable man."

- Ma, if we're grown up here, we can mess with the world trees and the seeds.

Finally Pottori and Alberina muttered, but listened.

A witch who had traveled the world for more than a hundred years and was pursuing magic and treasure as she liked. For witches who have explored things they think are fun and things they are interested in, this place may also feel like sitting back.

But it's no better way to make them enemies than to have a vast amount of magical wisdom and experience.

Afterwards, the division of roles was discussed by Faceko, who had gathered in the "Talking Room of the Three Sundays and Moons (Salon)".

It was agreed to split up into several squads to continue the research and take shape with regular exchange of information. Its contents are the way to research and apply valuable seeds. It can also be said to be a realistic route of "exploring magic guidance, but also pursuing national interests and practical benefits".

"- The question is, can seeds be picked permanently? And can it even develop into an industry that supports the kingdom...... It will require continuous observation for at least a year to come."

Gather the wisdom of the Magic Society of the Kingdom and keep the study and analysis from the aspect of magic, as well as the magical and technical path to practical application. That's about it for us wizards. In the future, if we were to talk about industrialization, it would be a national project that would require considerable time, involving many organizations, such as the King's Government and the military, and procedures and approvals.

- Well, for the moment, you seem to enjoy it in your research.

Eventually, the meeting in the "Talking Room of the Three Sundays and Moons (Salon)" ended.

"It's already lunch, if you're aware of it. I'm... sleepy."

Is Fairy Metius tired of playing or does the morning section seem to be over? Huh, yawning goes into the gap of the book, and it seems to be time for a nap until the afternoon.

The head of the Magic Society and Alberina leave, and me and Lentomia head out of the conversation room (salon), where they start to idle.

"Hey, Greg! Let's go have lunch."

"Oh, yeah."

It's just noon, and I was wondering what to do. Botch, the rice is not terrible, but should we have lunch with friends here?

"But where are we going to eat? A stall or a public dining room next to a castle?

"Um, we've got a new sandwich shop. Why don't you go?

Lentomia pulls my arm.

What a sandwich shop, it's like a schoolgirl and it lights up. I like an alley fixer...... I tried to say something like that, but Lentomia seems to enjoy it, so I laugh vaguely and nod.

"All right, let's do it"

"Ugh!

And a black shadow stood in the way of me and Lentomia's whereabouts. Or it looks like he was ambushing me in the hallway.

"Oh, it's an odd encounter, Atai's just about to go to lunch, too, huh?

"Ah, Dr. Alberina! You want me to come with you?

"Oh well, okay? Renfang."

"That's good, Greg"

"... oh, oh?

- With these three (mentz)... lunch, you say?

Continued