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

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The time is only 11: 00 a.m.

After a visit with Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel, I was on my way to the headquarters of the Magic Society on that leg.

Apparently, the president of the Magic Society, Sir Apras A. Jill, has something to show you.

"Good morning, sage Grecas..."

A fairy crawled out of the inner pocket of Mozo Mozo and Sage's cape. He slept pinned in a collection of poems by Heinecken, the kingdom's seller poet.

"Meti, are you awake?

"I stayed up late at the tavern last night. Besides because of the poems, it's all weird dreams..."

Huh, and the fairy yawns as she sits on the shoulder of the cloak of the wise man. Pin your back feathers out as you tone your hair.

"Oh, there was definitely a" sandwich in your hand, three matches, two witches "posted."

"Yep..."

A collection of poems that seem to do something with my head would be one of those books I bought and lost.

I reached the headquarters of the Magic Society as I walked over to Metius to talk about me becoming the "wizard near the princess".

"Right here."

The place is a semi-ground part of a huge rock mass that supports the castle. It is the oldest section of the building and has a millennial history.

There are several slit-shaped windows open in the passageway, built by scraping rocks, with light thrown in diagonally., a demonic atmosphere, with a secret magical ritual and smell of catalyst.

The floors, walls, columns, etc. are manipulated with the magic of many old guards. Apparently, it's a trick to detect intruders or get them lost.

"It's like a wizard's nest hole (...)"

"Sage Grecas, you look kind of fun."

"Oh, I'm not uncomfortable"

Unlike many wizards. Unlike before, he began to greet me effortlessly, smiling and meeting and raising his hand.

The atmosphere of this place is unique. Unlike the sacred Church, there is a feeling of darkness disloyalty that is not just light.

The history of the battle handed down with cotton, the power of sometimes cruel magic, or the remnants of ritual-grade magic that protects the kingdom, is probably the source of mixed oppression and signs of awesomeness.

Proceed through a passageway like an underground passageway, pass in front of several talking room (salon) doors, and climb upstairs.

Say hello to a wizard like a guard and go through. Eventually I saw a big door in the front. That's the room where the president of the association is, and the center for performing ritualistic magic (...) of kingdom guardianship.

It's Grecas.

"Please, I've been waiting for you"

When I knocked on the old, big door embedded in the rock bed, the door opened and the young woman's wizard opened the door from the inside and invited us in.

"Ooh..."

"Well?"

It was a hemispherical domed space with a diameter of 20 merte.

There are many columns of stone curved like ribs stretching from floor to ceiling, making it a space like the inside of a mushroom umbrella. The entire wall emits blue and white phosphorescence and is bright enough for the book to read.

A strange smelling incense is burned and the floor is painted with intricate and gigantic magical circles. Five wizards dressed in red robes, just at the top of the magical circle of the Pentagon, were pouring their magical power.

"Oh, Greg, there's Metti too!

"Lentomia"

The Wizard of the Half Elf came nicking. He is dressed in a white top wizard cloak with young grass hair tied behind him.

"Oh, you've waited, Lord Grecas."

As we followed behind, Sir Apras A. Jill, president of the sorcery association, wrapped around a robe for rituals, slowly walked over.

"Sir Apras A. Jill, President of the Magic Society! Thank you for inviting us to this ceremonial magic place."

"Ho ho ho, it's a big deal. This is routine, peace and prosperity in the country, ritual magic to pray for safety."

"Thank you for your time."

Unexpectedly bow deeply. The task of the President of the Magic Society is to transfer all his own magical powers to the "kingdom of patronage" that protects the entire kingdom. It makes deep and heavy sense to go on indispensable for a day.

The meaning and purpose of the tactical junction (...) that I deploy around me in battle is different.

"Sage Grecas, there's smoke... as if it were a map"

"Ooh......!

Fairy Metius points to the middle of a hemisphere-shaped dome space. White smoke from incense burned (like this) had gathered in the space to form a detailed map of the fluff and the king's capital, Metanostadt.

Castles, surrounding venues and arenas, aristocratic halls, and central roads stretching out to the cross. Even narrower paths and countless private houses float as 3D statues.

Smoke particles act as screens slowly drifting, shaping the blue-white streets. The mirror-like range gradually expands to the villages of Finobocci, Fatosugar and Tibalagi.

"This is... the power of the evil demon, and the power of disaster, plague, and darkness to leave, the protection of light, justice and law. Those are the glorious prints of Methanostat."

"Wow......"

I admired him honestly. Sir Apras-a-Jill has a slightly lit white jawbeard, and continues.

"I'm going to add to this wide-ranging ritualistic magic a magic ceremony that limits the effects of evil 'ancient magic'."

"You want to consolidate the protection of the country more."

"Bye. Previously, in collaboration with the sage Lord Grecas, we studied and analyzed examples of the procedure. I want you to see it."

Continued