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

Several bright spots are moving over the magical window (windows) of the tactical information display (tactics).

Twelve lights towards the center of the Arctils - Piazza del Castle - show a platoon of mass-produced 'Barrels'.

Beautiful triangular formations fly roughly a hundred mertes above and in a straight line towards the centre of the square. That's an unusual concentration of high-density magic.

"Sage Grecas, meet the enemy in 60 seconds, engage. How would you like it?

Fairy Metius awaits instructions to fight.

I don't have as much time as I'm lost. We have to send the autonomous wine barrel golems an order for their next move.

"Stand by with eight aircraft in flight condition in the air, maintain altitude 50 Merte and fly around. Unload the remaining four planes onto the surface and hit the target directly in physical assault mode by rotation to see how to get out."

"Copy that!

As always, my residual magic is as little as 10%, but there is no obstacle to confirming the position of enemy allies and maintaining the "Sage's Boundary" narrowed down to just three levels by the Enemy Boundary (Circle).

What we're doing now is directive to the wine barrel golems, but if it's just magic communication due to magic fluctuations, it won't drain much magic.

- Please, recover... my magic!

What you feel with the drain of magic is a unique sense of "fatigue". But for the most part, you can recover if you sleep overnight, and gradually over time.

I mean, if you're alive, conscious, and even full of temper, it's something that doesn't easily go to a "zero" state. (Whether it's like a rock in "The Dark Hole of the Sealed Devil," unless you're forced to suck it)

Besides, it's only a rule of thumb, "You have to fight! It should also be possible, to some extent, to regain the power of the will or in ways that shake one's own soul, such as temperament (...).

Even the Magic Society still hasn't been able to conclude what magic is. But to my mind, fluctuations emitted by a strong spirit or by strong emotions, or "hot soul screams", must not feel like the source from which magic is created.

And, from above I heard a shgoooooo...... and a compressed air blowing out. The tactical information display (tactics) shows two bright spots flying towards me.

The distance approaches approximately 30 Merte and lowers altitude as it decelerates.

"Fluffy!"

"Blurb......!

"Sage Grecas! I'm here!

"Oh! You're here, 'Full', 'Blurb'! All right, sage merger, we're in air flight mode!

Two wine barrel golems descended as if running through the air, moving their iron limbs.

Dividing left and right at present, it joins the shoulder portions on both sides of the "Cloak of the Sage," the left and right joining parts.

Kiddin 'in! Gashin'! Along with the sound, tactical information display (tactics) tells the success of the "merger".

At the same time, an automatic magic chant (autoload) is performed.

- Fluid Control Magic (Hydrostema), Control Ceremony (Contrea), Online!

Sugoooooooo! and a barrel on both shoulders responds to my magic and intensifies the eruption of air. Then, slowly, his legs left the ground and his body rose to the sky.

I used to feel scared of not having feet on the ground, but I'm used to it. Fairy Metius dives into the nostalgia.

"Let's go......! The target is a kilomerte away... the square in front of the castle!

"From here, it won't take 30 seconds!

Pours magical power and raises the flight mode of the two wine barrel golems vertically.

- Stay with me, Lentomia! And everybody!

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Lentomia had entered the Circular Ring Magic (Cycloa) chant.

Hold the "Circular Ring (Cycloa) Cane (Kakara)" with both arms so that it protrudes over the roof instead of the scaffold.

The accelerating magic material is Fire Spear Magic (Falancia), a flame-based magic that can be stably excited.

- Thirty seconds to go...!

And that's when I was in a hurry.

The red and black stormy vortex that was swirling in the center of the square narrowed, eventually converging into one place.

"Ugh!? That's...!

What appeared there was a "alien" being because it was in human form but to see.

The whole body is raw flesh-like in colour and the stripped muscles are pulsating freckly. The body line is feminine, but the back length is as good as a normal adult.

The biggest feature is the absence of a neck (...).

From the abdomen to the chest and neck area, as if after the gut was removed, the buckles and ribs are opened.

It doesn't bark, it doesn't speak.

It's just quiet, sitting in the middle of the square quietly until it's creepy. Around, high density compressed magic is shaking like a pneumonia around.

"Failed...? No, but the density of magic is maintained."

Lentomia continues her magical excitement with a tense expression.

The appearance of the alien nestled also seemed as if he was waiting for some kind of visit.

"Then it's a monster...!

"Don't be a wolf. Gather your strength first, line up!

Upset spreads among the guards around him and the dragon warriors who rushed him, but the captain of the guard takes a resolute command.

Lentomia goes through the magical eye and deduces the identity of the alien that emerged.

"Is that... a reinforced exterior of meat (...)? No way... you mean a vessel of witch Laffert-a-ordinal!?

Continued