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

"Sage Grecas, my wish is... to meet my son. That's all."

There is heat in the voice of the Duke of Automatéria Norard, ambassador of the Western countries of the Stralia.

"I understand how you feel. Deep sorrow at the loss of your son, I guess."

"Dear merciful wise man, thank you for your concern. But... I'm now... even sad. Everything I've done for my dear son has been in vain."

"That's not... I'm sure you'll tell your son how you feel."

I was about to say, I fluttered my feet as if Sir Automateria had even been attacked by a blind eye. "Be careful," he said, unwittingly approaching and putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Sage Grecas......!

"Ugh!"

Gah! And a cold hand grabbed my arm.

The fairy Metius said inside the collar of the cloak of sages, "Yikes!?" and scream small.

"... I want to revive you. Get that kid...! So I want you to help me. Magic Wisdom......! To me......!

"Duke of Noorde, I'm sure you'll find it in your heart."

She pretends to be calm and tells her to whisper embarrassing.

"In view of what I've done so far, I know I'm not in a position to ask you to do this. I understand that you have no logic, no brother-in-law. But I really...! I can't give up."

"But"

I lose the word to the Duke of Norard, who continues to speak as if he were possessed by something.

Sir Automateria is serious in itself. On the contrary, even madness is pregnant with red-purple irises reminiscent of ripe grapes.

It's not like I can't understand the Duke of Norard's feeling that he wants to resurrect your son, who just died.

But that's forbidden territory.

Never step in, it should be an inviolable realm.

"There's got to be something I can't do magically...! The lost wisdom, the magic of a miracle that will reign in the millennial empire (Southern Pedia)... you must have seen the power, Grecas the wise."

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"And you should know, resurrection... regeneration, no... even reincarnation! Where are those secrets...! Knowledge...!

"I don't. Don't touch it. It's a magic contraindication."

"Ugh...!

I gently waved off the arms of the Duke of Automatéria Norard.

To immortality, to eternal life, to the retention of souls and memories, reincarnation...

Those who pursued such "consequences" and tried to achieve them with magic and sorcery took the road to self-destruction without exception.

Indeed, I have fought and watched many times over magic with these people.

That the sweet sound of eternity, the darkness of ruin is the way ahead of us in search of a glimmer of hope.

Call yourself reincarnated, Saint Badjob.

Due to repeated reincarnations, the Phantom lost his true name (Core) and the "True Name (Core) Sacred Mark (Stigma) Destructive Ceremony (Breaker)" did not pass. He followed the end of the road: the reincarnation of the sea into jellyfish.

Heritage of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia), "Eight Treasures".

Living in a metal vessel that will not decay, the souls of the ancient Yingjie (...).

Having abandoned their flesh, they chose to live forever as' custodians of the world '- architects, just souls and memories. That aim should have been "right" magic.

But after a thousand years of eternal time, the soul deteriorates. It came to fruition in evil spirits imprisoned by ugly nature and desire, paranoia for raw, and scattered evil throughout the world.

The Wizard of Dark Mist (Dark Forga) encountered in the sea of Marino Serese in the South, Dj A. Endrosto.

The wizard, who is the founder of Zordaxzaian, pursued 'immortality' and said he brought up contraindicated magic from the Millennium Cemetery and used it on himself.

The result is only bone appearance, but you can't die, curse. It was a pitiful prison of souls wandering the sea forever, even if it decayed.

And Laffert-a-Ordinal, a godly witch resurrected more than Tai. She too, as a result of the special but "regeneration and reincarnation" of the method, became an ugly being, a chunk of curse that was no longer human, and was finally extinguished.

"No one and he... failed. Wizards wishing to be reincarnated or regenerated went mad without exception, losing themselves and destroying themselves. If you think I love your son, don't seek such magic."

For the first time in my words, the Duke of Nollard has a look of despair and amazement.

"We... thought we could understand each other"

"Duke of Norard......"

"The magic of 'smelting', which magically freely manipulates and creates life, should be an area of contraindication. Already... you must have dyed your hands. Aren't you, sage Grecas"

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"Now what do you need to hesitate to do? Neither resuscitation, nor reincarnation... is just an extension of that"

"No, that's not it"

"What's the difference? Why not? If I lose you and your beloved daughters... I will seek the secret! Knowing the forbidden realm, be sure!

Signs of unobtrusive darkness seep from the depths of eyes that sink into despair, gradually dominating the Duke's expression.

Sage Grecas, do not lend your ears, evacuate.

"It's okay, Meti"

The Duke of AUTOMATERIA NOLARD knows about Plum.

That's not essentially the same as the "Life Smelting" that the Magic Secret Society, Zordaxzaian, will not stop exploring. But they produce 'artificial life forms (homunculus)', but they are just vague, soulless dolls of self-consciousness.

The only exception was the Duke's former secretary, Ms Robery, who was beginning to have feelings, but it was also lost.

The difference between their Artificial Life Form (Homunculus) and Plum may have been the high accuracy of collecting information for Search Magic (Ggol).

Tai Ancient Wisdom - because I made a single success based on the information I got there because of my direct access to the Apocalypse that was recorded.

"Why is your adorable homunculus laughing so much?!? It's like a human being..."

"On this occasion, I want you to stop talking about it"

"Did you mix Dragon Man's blood? No... I tried that too. But it didn't. Sage Grecas! Where the hell did you get that knowledge from? Methanostat's Secret Library......? No, it shouldn't be, with its youthfulness... weird, impossible...! Sage Grecas, who are you... what are you?

"Who I am..."

Quit saying unexpected words.

Gogo... Gogo... and there was a wind outside.

The yang shades, and at some point the darkness rules the chapel.

One, two, the magical crystal lamp lights begin to light the altar.

The Duke of Automatéria Norard lifted his mouth angle without force as he glowed his red eyes with a face that sank into darkness.

"If you lose it... do you really want it? Just like me... if I lose my family, my dear daughter. Together...... can you squeeze your wisdom and walk away?

…… Don't. "

Continued