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

Traveling an hour through the village of Tibalagi.

The rough Farkisos Mountains gradually approached in front of the 'Hall of Wise Men', which flies through the clear summer skies without clouds.

Part of the summit, part of the ridge that would be shaded, can see leftover snow to say it's summer. The foothills are covered with dark green forests, the kingdom of Rudens to which it aspires.

The "Silent Country" Prucia, which sends the Chancellor to Rudens for disturbing movements, is on the other side of the mountain range.

"Sage Grecas, the flight is going well. I was wondering if I would see the capital of Rudens in less than twenty minutes..."

Fairy Metius on my lap, tells me lightly.

The summer sun is so strong that I sit back with a chair and a small table in the shade of a tree at the end of the garden. With a cold herbal tea in one hand, he is now steering the relaxing flying hall, the New (New)/Sky Turtle (Sky Turtle).

"So far so good. Metti, is it time for the video to be delivered by the crystal ball communication on the gatepost?

"Uh, it started earlier. In addition to Lord Wilstein's mansion, the Knights Commander, there are signs he is receiving in connection with the King's Government."

A fairy checks the information in the tiny magical window (windu) at hand.

"I wish I could get to Rudens and broadcast where I get my welcome"

"I hope you're welcome..."

And a slightly anxious fairy folds his feathers.

"Meti, are you worried about something?

"No, I'm worried that you don't have any words from Faria. As of yesterday, the King's government must have heard of our visit, right?

"Uhm."

"Then I wish you would talk to me in the 'Golden Bracelet' correspondence..."

"Mm-hmm. 'Believe me, I'll wait' because of Faria's character, doesn't it feel like it?"

Shit, I don't feel like Faria talking to the gold bracelet right away.

"… I see."

"You'll soon find out."

"Right!

Restore your mind and want the front. A very comfortable clear blue sky extends everywhere.

"Potatoes are limited to stem fries."

"It's delicious."

"I'm a hockey, Dace."

I could hear my three daughters cheeking up a happy potato stick fry.

When Iola said goodbye, she divided the harvest in the fields of Harua's house. That was unparalleled with shriveled potatoes and the like from the Inch Street.

I just got it, too, but the real aroma and flavor are still different.

Even as we do this, we approach the airspace of Rudens, the birthplace of Faria.

All of the farkissos mountains visible forward and the vast forest areas of the Parnomechian mountains, the hems of the two mountain ranges, which extend northwest, become the territory of Rudens.

The people of multiple tribes, who originally made their living in hunting, were formed as a nation about three hundred years ago, and there are other tribes of semi-beast people living in the woods forming a community called The Kingdom of Shadows.

"Rudens Forest!

"I'm so grateful to be back in such a short time Bear......!

The two men, messengers of the Lord of the Woods (or "Lord of the Woods"), who bind the tribes living in the forested areas of the Kingdom of Rudens, began to take them to Soissois to get closer to their homeland.

Speaking of which, the official name for the "Kingdom of Loudens" is Loudens Rufolion Schaern. It should have been "the home of a brave silver wolf". Their "Lord of the Woods" also said they were half beasts of wolves, and I'm really looking forward to meeting them.

And Princess Faria (...) should, of course, meet the brave Warriors of Rudens and her only remaining sister, Princess Sanya, in her hometown.

"Nyakoru, Bearhudu. Where can I find your Lord? The purpose of this journey should also be to convey to Faria how you feel about the Lord of the Woods."

"Then, five kilometers east of the capital of Loudens, by the lake"

"Okay. But first, go to the Capital's Arctils and say hello. Be sure to go after that."

"Glad to hear it!

"Be grateful, bear."

Eventually, across the woods, the building on the red torrid roof began to look like a potpout.

That is the destination, the capital of Rudens, the 'Arctils'. The tower, crowned with a red roof, is the roof of the "watchtower", which serves as a stronghold on the wall that separates the forest from the city.

The houses, disputed in the coniferous woods, are adorably designed with reddish brown baked tiles on them. Dozens of such houses gather for each settlement, making it a small village in the woods, which connects to the path in the woods, making it a bigger city as a whole.

and there is a reaction to the Sovereign Realm (Circle). Apparently, a flying dragon (Wyburn) has flown from the front.

"Sage Grecas, two flying dragons (Wyburn) approaching faster than the 1,000 Merte ahead. It looks like you have a human on your back."

"Hmm? Welcome home, I guess."

The two flying dragons (Wyburn) approaching Gungu were much bigger and rougher than the artificially bred ones used in Metanostadt's air defenses.

The urchin covering the whole body is shaded like black steel, and the number of lizards grown on the tips of large spread wings and long tails is also high. His face is tough, and the horns that grew from his head are splendid and big. Just like a wild flying dragon (Wyburn).

Certainly the kind that rushed me during the Battle of Superdragon Drasilia.

Coming up to 300 Merte forward, one rises steeply, in a position to look down with the sun on its back.

The other kept approaching, eventually suddenly in front of 100 Merte, GO! and sprayed flames.

Of course it didn't get here, but I saw a mass of flame.

"Well?"

"... maybe not intimidated?

Continued