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

"Sage Grecas, if you lose your beloved child just like me, would you seriously consider resuscitating or transplanting your soul (...) into an artificial life form (homunculus)?

"Do you know what you are being told, Duke of Norard!

The Duke of Automatéria Norard is clearly losing his cool.

The chapel of the church turns into a pressing air.

The guards waiting outside and the wizards belonging to the Royal Army are sure to think that they are magically eavesdropping on the audio in the building.

Sound collection from outside by magic would be inhibited and audio quality would be greatly degraded in a relationship unfolding by The Wise Man's Boundary, which performs all sorts of magical defenses.

But if the Duke seems to disturb any more, the discussion is interrupted. Poor behavior can also lead to the entry of a repressive unit.

Once, cool down away from this topic. Looks like you should put aside some time.

As the wizard of the kingdom, as the princess's 'katana', now is the time to try to squeeze through wisdom.

I don't want to repeat my lethargy anymore.

"Please calm down, Duke of Norard"

I listen to their opinions with a serious eye and try to calm them down with a snort.

"Ah, ah...... Excuse me, sage Lord Grecas. What I did was... disturbing me again... excuse me."

"Never mind. If your child has just had misfortunes, no one can remain calm...... I know perfectly well how you feel about reviving my child. But there's no way I can offer you some kind of advice here, let alone the magical wisdom of resurrection."

"It... may be so"

Whether the theory of positive attacking played its part, the Duke of Norard breathed and eventually seemed to regain some calm.

Apparently his conviction that he wanted to find the magic of resurrection out of his heart rather than acting to ask for information drove him.

The Duke of Automatéria Norard began to reveal his thoughts in his chest.

"Magic... I bet on the possibilities. Even if you can" resuscitate "your stopped heart, it doesn't necessarily mean you can regain your soul... your heart. Then I conceived a way of transferring my soul to the vessel of flesh called 'artificial life form (homunculus)', which inspires wandering souls and creates as much as I can. But... it's possession, not like regeneration"

"Were you studying that?"

"Yep. At the end of the day… I wondered if I could 'reincarnate' my soul and my memory in a complete way, and I searched."

"So it was the Duke's instructions that Zordaxzaian's activities became active?

"That's not true. The other way around."

"Reverse?"

"I saved my son's body at the 'Millennium Cemetery' in Western Stralia through a special 'Chilling (Cold)/Morphological Maintenance Magic (Sonomama)'. And with all my hands, I began to gather magical wisdom with my own. But… some of the Zordaxzaians" radicals "sniffed the findings… and began to move to achieve results (…) before me."

"I see... I'm convinced"

Then the fairy Metius whispers in his ear.

"Sage Grecas, what the Duke said, I mean"

"Oh. By the Rapids, I guess it's ahead"

"Well?"

Those who tried to take the 'Memory Stone (Memoria)' that was embedded in Ms Roberry's body, as well as the raid in Rudens. It is concluded that it was the work of the radicals and the doers.

In other words - isn't the enemy (...) a 'radical' force in Zordaxzaian, a different faction from the Duke of Automatéria Norard?

No... but wait.

I've seen painful eyes with "reckless behavior" before.

Let's not rush to conclusions and behave cautiously here.

Because the Duke of Norard himself isn't zero chance that he's setting a hefty "trap" in an attempt to get into Metanostadt side nostalgia after informing Zordaxzaan's "rapists" and letting them make the case.

I guess I look like a "Musina in the same hole" to the Duke of Norard. Or if you think of it as an easy "fool," it's more convenient.

Gradually, it's best to get caught up in this pace and identify your intentions.

"As a magical possibility, this is a very interesting story. Resuscitation, regeneration, reincarnation. This topic is much to be discussed not only in the Zordaxzaian to which the Duke belongs, but also in our Magic Society. But...... please refrain from doing so on this occasion. Today, first of all, it should be pre-contact to explore new bilateral relations."

"... it was, my mission. I went to Metanostadt again, as ambassador of our western Duchy of Stralia, to make contact under the water with your country and find my way to the restoration of national traffic."

The Principality of Western Stralia and the Kingdom of Metanostadt, which used to have national traffic and trade, are now interrupted.

Especially the luxury backs and outfits from Western Stralia are popular with the nobility, and the desire to resume trading as soon as possible is one of the factors that led to this "informal" contact being set up.

"Then let me hang with the Foreign Ministry and the King's Government right after this. Even if I look like this, I've become a wizard under Her Royal Highness's command, so you can speak."

"I would like to express my gratitude. Lord Grecas, the wise man. You're born."

"Ha, not so much"

He finally exchanges ordinary handshakes with the Duke of Automateria Norard, who has become the face of a diplomat.

Me and Metius the Fairy grated their breasts.

"Just one last thing...... Does no one, really, know the magic of resurrection, the wizard of Methanostat?

After all, I still can't seem to give up.

"As far as the magic of resurrection is concerned, I have not heard. But for example… in the future, in the form of" collaborative research, "there may be some hands to consider and explore in the Royal Magic Society of the Duke of Norard and Metanostadt."

"Co-research…"

The Duke is somewhat thought-provoking. It's going to take a while, do you think?

"Hurry up and you won't get results."

- That's it for today?

And that was then.

"Vehhhh! Wouldn't you need some extra power......!? The source of great wisdom! This, Ultra Super Existential, Sage Stone! Ask Non what he wants, but he's a miserable wizard."

A voice sounded like a tall insect. Magnificent rhetoric but no majesty or other fine dust. It's a handmade Sage Stone (fake).

Fairy Metius rushes over to the porch, "Be quiet," he kicks.

"Yes, what's your voice now!?

The Duke of Automatéria Norard looked around haphazardly. I look "Shit" and shrug my shoulders, for Christ's sake.

"Oh, oh... this is rude. My magical advisor is unbearable."

"Advisor? No, no, now... what did they say? Lord Grecas, the wise man. Sure," The Stone of the Wise "and...?

"Uh... yeah, well. That, for once, is the Stone of the Wise..."

Surprised, the Duke of Automatéria Norard lights up dangerous light in his eyes again. But this was supposed to be (...) from the start.

Fake 'Sage Stone'.

To make my magical powers seem low-dimensional, deception.

To attract if you have a target, bait.

The key to discerning the other person's sincerity.

Without wearing it, remove the black stone from the porch and show it. Then my voice echoed even more.

"Ah, shame on you, Non is the rightful successor to the glory and knowledge of the Thousand Years Empire (Southern Pedia)...!

"Oh, oh!?

The Duke is staring at the black stone with a crocodile and trembling.

"Well done, isn't it? It's a kind of" Memory Stone (Memoria), "I planted an automatic response (Automata) magic formula and made it instead of a note... I started calling myself a" Sage Stone "... hahahaha"

"" The Stone of the Wise "!? Fake...? No... But this sign (...) is like..."

Did the Duke spot the enclosed evil spirit swirling inside and not just a 'memory stone (Memoria)'?

How does it appear in the eyes of the Duke of Norard, who is also a wizard who uses' ancient magic '?

What's your next move? The words...

I tried to tell, it was then.

When I wondered if there was a flash outside, the explosion sounded. The shock shakes the church to the brink.

"What!?

Faster than urgent magic communications, there was a scream from a Special Assistant Monoreder outside the door.

"Sage Grecas, it's an enemy attack!

Continued