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

"You're a 'trump card'. It's the last hand I'll use. Do you understand?"

"Jesus! My Master"

Black sphere - your handmade 'Sage Stone' replies happily.

"Hmm. Have some more majesty."

"… Cohon, I am the only one who embodies the glory of the great Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia), with infinite wisdom."

"That's how it goes."

The black sphere I put on my palm is Nise's "Stone of the Wise".

The identity is the ancient ghost captured in Hikaricamina - the ultra-compact "Isolated Junction (Apartvaria)", which encloses the Proscikian Coral.

This isolated junction, strangely, continues to exist without any external magic supply. The feel I touched was hard as minerals and I felt little weight.

Magic that keeps being maintained. This can't be normal.

By the way, cutting the ground of the "Hall of Wise Men" into hemispherical shapes, almost blocking gravity, is the same application of the "isolated junction", but "endurance limits" exist there.

The effect of cutting space and freeing it from gravity has been obtained in the "Isolated Junction (Apartvaria)", which was super-accelerated by Lentomia's "Circular Ring Magic (Cycloa)", but it has been found that it deteriorates in about six months to one year and loses its effect, making it impossible to float.

In other words, if Lentomia and I join forces of friendship, the Sage Hall will never be able to fly again.

Isolation is achieved by interfering with (accessing) the "logic" that makes up the world, based on special magic fluctuations and complex surgical formulas. But it is also true that detailed operating principles are not known.

It's just a guess, but isn't this world an effect that happens because it's actually "double structured" and the invisible world overlaps?

A special junction that produces the effect of being isolated from the world is simply "moving (slide)" the subject to a world that exists in parallel…

That thought was prompted by the invasion of Hyperdragon Drasilia's "gate" to the other world of Hikaricamina.

A ghost enclosed in Nice's "Sage Stone" - Proxyan Coral was the gatekeeper "gatekeeper" of the gate.

In other words, the very existence of the Proxyan Coral may ironically be a force that encloses and maintains itself in the 'isolated junction'.

Thinking about it, I can't even say it's a very valuable item with a "key to another world" even though it's a niceties.

'... well, I'll see you for real (...). You have just the knowledge and power to name "The Stone of the Wise". Don't forget that.'

"I don't feel like I have the key wisdom and power..."

"Let's come, sage Grecas"

"Ah."

I pushed open the church door as I poured the black stone into the porch and went inside.

Quiet, limp air touches cheeks.

That's about fifteen mertes deep and ten mertes across. There are ten rows of long chairs lined up to the left and right. The light from the stained glass was a chapel that plugged diagonally.

The fantastic, quiet space was quiet.

Enemy Boundary (Circle) is active. Exploring the people inside... I was there.

One person sits in front of a bench lined with about ten rows.

"I apologize for the loss. Duke of Automatéria Norard"

The person reacted to my voice and stood up quietly. And turn this way with the light from the Stendras on your back.

"Long time no see, sage Grecas"

"Yep. Since his return from the Royal Castle to the Flying Dragon."

More than a year ago, the Duke of Norad, transformed from a royal balcony into a dragon, rose to the sky and disappeared.

"I'm sorry about then. My family had a sudden illness... and I was in a hurry. What I did took the form of throwing out my duties as ambassador, and it was an extremely disrespectful act. Once again, I want to apologize for my disrespect."

Drop your head quietly.

"Mm... huh?

Suddenly he's dressed like he's been hit first. The other person apologized for his behavior then.

The magic kind is not inspiring anything. I haven't taken the demon as far as I can see. There were no passengers in the carriage parked on the table, except the one who hid his face in a hood.

Once again, the view is surprisingly young.

Are you in your mid-twenties to early thirties?

Long stretched blue hair, tied back. In a dim church, bright white skin and thin lips like red lines creep up.

The colour of his eyes is red, and he dwells in a demonic light in the sunset where he plugs in.

The facial construction is neat, but there were strange signs of human separation.

The costume is black luxurious aristocratic garment with silvercraft-like decorations on the collar and cuffs. Would it be similar to my "Cloak of Wise Men"?

The aristocratic garment, which would have been perfectly tailored to the thin lines of the body, is a classic design. From the chest, collar, and sleeve areas, white fuzzy lace protrudes. At the foot are pointed leather shoes ahead.

He looks like a gentleman who's been out of his paintings a long time ago.

"I know how you feel. I would like you to go directly to the royal castle later and talk to Metanostadt's diplomatic representative. I'll ask for it from you."

"Thank you, Lord Grecas."

And to the point...... where is his sincerity?

"Why did you call me here? What do you have in mind until you give us your people's information?

Close in quietly and carefully and narrow the distance. The distance to each other is about six mertes. It's a critical distance to be able to handle the opponent's sudden behavior.

Then the Duke of Automatéria Norard misses his gaze and looks out the window.

Beyond the fields, which began to stain with sunset colors, the streets of the Wang capital are seen far and thin.

"Everything has... faded"

……

"It was beautiful. The landscape of my country, the heart-shaking paintings, the music. And the dishes that surprise my tongue..."

Is that a heart disease? and doubted for a moment. But shut up and listen.

"Everything… now that what has hung and defended everything about me has been lost. There's no reason to act together with people who are tied to old habits and move only on their own quest for knowledge and interest."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Who are they... you mean Zordaxzaian?

"Zolda...... yes. The old salons were in a hurry."

"In a hurry...? Rapid."

The Duke of Nollard turned to us again and started talking.

"That's right. to the presence of six heroes who played a decisive role in ending the Demon King's War. To the presence of the treasure sword of the brave (...), to the presence of the wizard interfering in the 'reason (proverb) of the circle ring', which draws ancient magical flows, and to the presence of the young sage (...) … Grecas, who has the ability and knowledge of the analysis of magic beyond understanding"

"You think we inspired your people?

"It inspired me. The real trigger is the emergence of a world backbone, the World Tree, on the flying Sacred Sword Battleship."

Behind their actions, they say, was such a thirst for knowledge, for possession.

"Because now what..."

"Sage Grecas. I kept following the mystery of life as I set myself up in The Old Salon. I used my position as ambassador of the country to look for mysteries scattered around the world and magical knowledge."

"Exploring the mystery of life, is that why you created 'artificial life form (homunculus)'?

There are also a large number of victims who have been caught up in their own intellectual desires and interests. I didn't think that was sincere.

What does "the world faded" mean when we first spoke?

"Exactly. Zordaxzaian was desperate, too. Homunculus is now reaching a practical limit. But I couldn't save him in the end."

"What couldn't you save?

I couldn't save him, and I hear about his secretary, Robbery, comes to mind.

But the Duke of Norard's words were unexpected.

"My son... took my breath away"

I grieve over my blue face so that I can bite something off.

That seemed like a heartfelt word that wasn't acting or something.

"Your son...? That would be hard. My condolences."

The grief of losing a family has no borders, no enemies, no allies.

"Thanks.... I've done everything in my power. Magic medicine, magic ritual. I also got Dragon Man (Dragunian) blood and tried it. But... I couldn't stop the disease from progressing."

"Was it a disease of death..."

"Yep. That kid was only twelve. I used the blood of other life and dyed my hands in blood until I wished for healing......, my wish was not fulfilled. Still, I thought about transplanting artificial organs from artificial life forms (homunculus) and possibilities for brain transplantation, but it didn't work. In the end... everything was for nothing"

sorrow and despair, and anger at himself. Everything is as painful as you are.

I thought I figured out the reason for all the action.

Were you also interested in Pram and Manuferno to save your son?

But then, why me now?

"Sage Grecas......! Please. Wisdom...... lend me your magical wisdom. I... want to see my son...! Again, I want to hug you with this hand. I want you back!

"Nah......!?

Blue and white faces distort into madness. The eyes of the Duke of Nollard were swirling with a deep, zoary darkness.

Continued