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

Escaping the hands of a formidable guard, the red-nosed clown on white paint fled confused by the crowd.

"- Operation failed! Repeat -"

The clown was screaming at something at hand as he fled, but he is dispelled by the anger of the guards chasing him.

One of the travelers also somehow escaped to scatter the spider child in all directions.

Now there is no one in front of the spectacle cabin. A thrown away billa dances in the wind in vain.

Carriages and tents should be important business tools for them. I didn't know I was going to run away with it...... and one of the guards I wondered peeked inside and checked, and it seemed like I found something right away.

"Oh no! Come here, please! There's a bunch of travelers (...) tied inside!

The patrol guards who were rushing to support that voice came together.

"What...!?

"The clown (...) is also tied up......! Are those guys fake?

Those who were monkey wrestled and tied up were rescued.

"Suddenly, strange people broke in..."

The guards look at each other like confused.

There, the old man, dressed in the uniform of the captain of the guards and pinned left and right with his white beard, came with a rugged look on his face. A body that succeeds in stretched spines. Even in old age, it is obvious that he is a warring soldier.

"Still making a scene here......!

The guard captain groans low.

According to a report from another squad, there was just a brawl (...) between wizards on Main Street. It was also said to have been an "act of terrorism" against the wizard of an important guest from Metanostadt.

"What the hell is going on in this city?

Feeling some different air than usual, strange signs of zawa, the captain of the guard looked around the city with a sharp glance.

There came one young guard, driving his horse around avoiding the crowd.

"I didn't know you were going to run a horse in the back alley... something!

"And if you'll excuse me, Captain! Urgent. There was just a brawl at the suburban stables. The two masterminds are on the run! He escaped into the East End of the Arctils with his weapon in his possession."

…… Any harm done to the citizens?

"Fortunately, there are no injuries. But the first to be attacked by a pair of thugs was a guest from Metanostadt... sighting that one of the six heroes, the Swordsman"

"What!?

"What the hell is this... Lord Captain!

"Weird. All guests should have been admitted to the castle before noon. Why, under the castle?

"The guards around the Royal Castle have been driven out of search for the missing Princess Sanya since after noon,"

We've got a few men from other districts out of the area in search teams.

The beginning of this can also be taken as an order for the search for Princess Sanya, which was suddenly given by His Excellency the Chancellor. Work shifts changed and there was a poor security precinct. There is noise going on as if to aim there.

"No way they're intentionally targeting the thin spot..."

Whispering, tall guards like deputy captains whisper.

I don't know if it has anything to do with it, but there was just some noise in the city over food poisoning caused by poisoned meat (...). Several of the guards are ill and some are under healing.

"... um. I don't know who it is, but I don't know if I'm going to take the opportunity to cause a disturbance. Then I won't let you do what you want."

When the guard captain says so, he forcefully gives orders to several of the guards who were around him.

"Give orders to the Royal Castle of Rudens and the Guard. Alert suspicious persons. Move alert level to three, Weapons-Free! The use of weapons and Dragon Strike moves (...) is also permitted if necessary. The shortage of people is compensated by individual skills."

"Ha......!

As soon as the guards salute with a confident look, they tighten their expression again. And he started acting on the run.

There, the inhabitants of the city came.

He runs a dining room in the neighborhood. He's got a scratchy gray-headed cock on his face, a strangely thick half-beast baker on his chest plate, and a female Dwarf blacksmith. Other young and old men gathered at some point to surround the guard captain.

"Captain, shall I give you a hand?

I guess I'd already heard rumors. Dwarf's female blacksmith says in the face that she understands the situation.

The guard captain with the rugged-faced white beard loosened his expression once he opened his eyes wide.

"I'm sorry, Dragon Shooter. I'm in trouble because I'm understaffed."

"Hey, when we're in trouble, we're each other."

The woman blacksmith, who tied her steel hair in one, let her make a force on her thick arm.

"We've always believed in each other's power and fought for each other."

"Even when you're the Demon King, at the Town Hall (...)"

More and more cheering from around.

"Maybe the guys trying to confuse Rudens are trying to make a scene. Everybody, keep your heads down here and be on your guard. But don't ever push it."

The blacksmith's mistress waves back at the behest of the White Beard guard captain.

"Did you hear that? It's our city, protect it with our hands!... prioritize women and children, of course, like!

"Except the blacksmith's mistress..."

"Amen!?

When the baker put a scratch on the blacksmith's mistress, the young and old people at the town hall (...) laughed more and more and more.

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"It's weird."

The pram snorts.

I feel strange chills when I say it's summer and narrow my scarlet eyes.

I remember this feeling. Once, in the castle of Metanostadt, Grecas was similar to that time when he "disappeared" beyond the library juncture.

"Maybe you should go home."

Hemperoza, who was walking with her arms tangled in Pram's arms, also looked around with an anxious look.

There are plenty of people, and I don't see any suspicious people.

Hemperoza on his left arm, Larna on his right, and Plum are somehow relied upon like a "stop tree".

A compartment away from the earlier spectacle cabin. Grocery stores and spice stalls are busy, but something is wrong. I'm being seen, but should I say?

"... right. I've done my shopping, let's go home."

Smile at Larna and Hemperoza as Riola holds the shopping bag.

"Larna, what's going on?

Pram speaks to Larna, who is not well.

"What the... I don't feel it, Dace"

Larna snapped anxiously.

"Oh, is Larna here too?"

"What are you doing in Pram?!?

"I don't know... Greg, I think you're in trouble."

"What? In that case, calm down, it's a magic pendant!

Hemperoza grips the chest pendant when it is removed and prays, "Communication Circuit Connect".

This is a magical communication tool presented to me by Grecas. It's a blue shiny stone pendant.

"... can't get through."

"This, for a moment, is..."

The plum, bending the mayu. Mm-hmm, growls small.

Hemperoza seems to have guessed as well.

I have a feeling I'm caught up in "every menstruation" that the wise man often speaks of.

"Let's go home first."

And that's when Riola turned her heel back.

A number of shadows passed overhead. And behind his back he said, "Yikes!?" "What!?," he exclaimed.

Looking back, there were three creepy men wearing bat-like black capes.

"Hey, what!?

"Guys, don't leave me!

Riola screams, hugging Larna and taking an intermission with the wall on her back.

One hangs on the wall of the building, one on the roof of the stall, and the other lands fuzzy and says things that you don't even hear.

"We, the Black Winged Combat Demon Instructor......!

Continued