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

"Do you mean to apply 'ancient magic' measures to ritual magic in a wide area?!?

I observe with amazement the giant magical circle painted on the floor.

A giant magical circle that is likely to be more than 10 mertes in diameter is a complexity that I have never seen before. It seems to have been handed down and written down from generation to generation. It's all drawn in white lines, but if you look closely, it was a magical circle that spelled out fine sacred letters in high density.

The numerous geometric lines stretching towards the center are connected by embracing numerous magical circles, like fractal structures, while branching like crawling grass along the way. They make big pentagrams as a whole.

"Whether it is the same as a natural disaster or plague, though it is not perfectly preventable. Only evil-motivated magic can help blunt activation."

"That's awesome......! But if we were to incorporate magic that deters' ancient magic 'into complex and important ritual magic, would it have no effect?

As far as I can think of, it's the magic of the "court crowd" that protects the perimeter of the castle. I did use a technique of change similar to 'ancient magic'. Perhaps there are other magic and magic tools that are more traditional than Tai Ancient and unknowingly incorporated and used.

"That's the wisdom of the Magic Society and man-made sea tactics. Consider it thoroughly and narrow down the effect to a limited one. If it has an impact, it's not just magic used by Zoltax Zaian. Inhibitory magic aimed at moments of change into that black mist."

Sir Apras-A-Jill stroked his white, long jawbeard as he said um.

"You just snipe the magic they use...!

I "practical" in the part about un-cursing Chuta, creating "vs. ancient magic" that I inhibit during battle. But the research stops there.

The president of the Magic Society, Lentomia, and several wizards did an analysis of 'ancient magic', and I guess they kept doing the tricks and research on the tunnel.

"Oh, I'll explain."

Rentomia displayed a simplified version of "Tactics" in the air, where she reflected a schematic diagram of the magic circle through the magic ceremony and structural analysis of "Ancient Magic".

"Was it Greg's rival, the Duke of Norard? That flavor looks black particulate at magically changing moments, doesn't it? In order to reset the composition of that substance, it breaks down into colorless root substances (...). Look, it's a routine around here. That's why it absorbs the surrounding light and looks black."

"I see, but how do you inhibit it?

Battle Magic is a Reverse Osmosis (Virus) Autonomous Drive Ceremony (Appct). It's not that we can't put that into ritualistic magic, but if it's also a massive ritual magic to protect the king's capital and the entire kingdom, the necessary digits of magic are different.

"It's a simple, magical hand. Colorless root matter becomes unstable when it shines a strong light."

"You had that trait......!

It would be the result of research. Simulations within the simplified version of Tactics magically shine light on black particles. Then black saturated and the shadows disappeared, returning to the original substance.

"Light simply plants an enhanced version of Phosphorescent Magic (Will-O-Wisp). Once we detect" ancient magic "and black particle changes, we illuminate the counter with light. Well, it doesn't fundamentally inhibit them like Greg's combat magic, but I think you can frighten them."

"If 'ancient magic', which can certainly be described as a trump card for the enemy, were inhibited even for a moment, it would be upsetting. Considering that a gap can also be created, it is sufficient as a deterrent."

"Right?"

"You've been researching that much, that's amazing!

"Eh heh, praise and praise"

Lentomia smiles well. I turn my voice up with admiration. Reminds me to say that I'm in the middle of a ritual, putting my hand on my mouth hah and lowering my head.

President of the Magic Society, Sir Aphrase A. Jill slowly looked around the hemisphere-shaped room and eventually turned his thoughtful eyes to me.

"And that's why Lord Grecas, the wise man. Why don't you help me with the ritual?

"Am I...?

Surprised by the sudden offer, the president of the Magic Society seems serious.

"This magical circle has been handed down with cotton. Historical wizards in the service of the royal family have been at the centre of our succession with prayers and wishes for the protection of the kingdom."

"Wizards Serving the Royal Family"

"Come on. Leave evil curses, natural disasters, plagues, the protection of the light, the rule of justice and the law, and prayer."

The president of the Magic Society must have consulted beforehand that I would be next to Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel. As an advisor to His Royal Highness's belly.

From now on, I will be responsible for the protection of the kingdom. Thinking about it makes me feel tight.

Sir Apras-A-Jill slowly led me toward the magical circle.

"You know what I mean? A rare wizard, possessed of the magic of wisdom. Sage Lord Grecas."

"Apras old......!

I'm thrilled not to think of words that whisper quietly.

Even if the search magic (Gogol) thing is kept secret, the eyes of the president of the Magic Society can't be deluded. The vast amount of magic knowledge and years of experience discern the essence of the magic I use (...).

"Ho ho ho, did you pry too hard? Old man bullshit. Don't be offended. The inherent magical possibilities that each wizard has are immeasurable. intricately entangled to form an abyss. Your beloved apprentice, Mr. Hemperoza, is in the magic of the grass."

"Yes, sir"

An old wizard winks in the eye. Hi. Looks like it's already on the palm of my hand. Stand at one of the apexes of the Pentagon, painted by a giant magical circle.

"Actually, she's having a cold... she's under-represented."

The wizard of the young woman standing there looked spicy, as the president of the Magic Society said.

"Okay. Let me instill magic instead."

"Get started, Chorochoro, Pappa, don't open the door even if the king calls you. At the end of the day, just be weak... and focus on your magic. So far, all I know about chanting ceremonies are Washi and Lenfang."

Sir Apras-a-Jill slowly moves to the center of the magical circle. Five wizards surround us, including me, and serve to instill immense magic for inspiration.

Fairy Metius toured, which meant that the female wizard with a cold earlier was to be kept.

"Well, I asked you, Greg."

Lentomia also proceeds to the center of the magical circle.

"What!? Is that where Lentomia is?

"Well. Grandpa's been telling me that for quite some time."

Kellogg spare Lentomia.

"Speaking of which, did you mean this because you sometimes work for the Magic Society"

"Right. We have rituals every Wednesday. This time it's an extra chanter against the 'ancient magic' ceremony... but then Greg can stand here too!

"Oh, oh... yeah. Good luck with that."

Apparently, I've been incorporated into a secret ritual.

"Ho ho ho, it's good to have a ritual with my best friend, Lord Grecas, when the memorial comes true."

"Yeah!"

Eventually prayer and chanting, a long magical ritual began.

The magic of kingdom guardianship unfolds like carefully knitting textiles, reading out magnificent and overlapping magic ceremonies.

This is my first participation, so I'll even tune my magic into it.

And about an hour or so of rituals were successfully concluded.

"Ku... I'm tired...!

Unexpectedly. The continuous release of magic felt like a long run. I seem to be more suited to those who walk short distances and do their best in an instant.

"No, you're brilliant. First time and so far......! The boulder is Lord Grecas, the wise man. Exactly every vast reservoir of magic. You're young."

Sir Apras-a-Jill praised me firmly.

"Oh, well."

"Thanks to you, I'm only about half as tired as usual. No, I don't want to get old."

Got hit. Looks like the president of the Magic Society was an energy-saving driver.

"Oh... I can help you. Most importantly, old Aphrase"

"Obnoxious, Greg. I'm tired too."

Lentomia came and sat down beside me as I walked in. You must be tired of boulders, smelling like sweet sweat.

"I feel like I've run out of magic even though I'm going away."

"Huh? Where are you going? Travel? Crusade?

Lentomia pimples, and her eyes glow.

"Rudens. With Tibalagi on the way? To punish evil deputies, I guess."

"Ah......! Faria? That sounds interesting! Take me with you."

"Fine!

That's settled.

Finally - the journey to Rudens begins.

Continued