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

pleasant sunny daylight.

I was headed to the rendezvous point after the Home Office.

Not skipping, of course, but acting with a certain "secret destiny".

- Give the Duke of Norard a big welcome.

"You've got a deal. Oh, of course the Duke is not incompetent. But now is a very good time."

Director Liesehat looked around at our secretary in the meeting room, shaking his big barrel-like body, and said quietly.

The Directorate for Secretarial Affairs of the Ministry of the Interior was attended by about thirty people. Like Monoreder and Scarlett, it's fundamental to act in pairs. And when conducting some kind of investigation, security, etc., three groups gather to form what is called a "squad".

But there seem to be a lot of lone wolf-type employees like me.

Incidentally, the "incompetence" crap the director said stemmed from the foreign policy of the kingdom tradition of "if incompetent (...), then [entertain], and if competent, beat it back," which involves an old proverb.

To welcome the Duke is a request from His Majesty the King (...) the "Ministry of Foreign Affairs" under his direct authority.

It would be a case to be made in the "Ministry of Foreign Affairs". But the director said, "They are understaffed (...)"?

As far as I can tell, there are dignitaries staying around the royal castle, so I want you to do something about it at our "Ministry of the Interior" under the direct authority of Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel.... Apparently.

There stood an arrow of white feathers at me.

"You're the only one in charge, Mr. Grecas. Hey?"

I'm going to smile like the director pasted it in. You spent too much pay, and they stabbed me with a quail telling me not to rest anymore.

"... I expected it"

"Because they're dukes who can use horrible magic. It's your turn to connect directly with Her Royal Highness, isn't it? Oh, 'cause when I'm overtime, I'll' take a substitute 'for that."

Director Reese Hat with a smile can't ask me to say no.

"Okay, I'll take care of it"

"I need to get rid of it. The other officers in charge are backed up by teams C. and D. Stay alert and in touch."

I can't pay for overtime, but I'm surprised it was a good system to rest as a "substitute."

Well, horns on the rabbit.

It is obvious what the Duke wants.

I want to resurrect my son, I want to see him again...

That would be the only hope.

Until he betrayed Zoldakuszaian, he entrusted his hopes to an abundance of hostile Metanostadt personnel.

Naturally, problem-solving will be addressed as a kingdom.

It means the Magic Society has "rooted" too, so I'll do everything in my power to help the Duke of Nollard with the "magic" he wants.

- My kingdom of Metanostadt worked on the "cleavage" of the western Duchy of Stralia, didn't it? While showing off the power of the 'iron pile cannon', it is said to generously honor the Duke of Norad, the goodwill ambassador of the Kingdom of Richtalia, the centre of the Principality of Stralia.

That's what the director said the last time he sent us out.

The public space on the first floor of the castle was full of people.

Not to mention guards and wizards with royal palaces. Officials of the King's government who go out and foreign public servants.

He came to complain, including a group of local chiefs in ethnic costumes and a line of royalty.

"Uh, I was there."

"Sage Grecas, over there"

Tip pointed by the fairy Metius on his shoulder.

It is the Duke of Automatériel Nollard who is emitting a different colour among the people.

I am interested in standing up with dignitaries of the King's government. What I wear is aristocratic clothing, and I weave a long white coat with a length down to my knees on top. Simple yet superb in design, tailoring and jewellery.

"Was it this way, Duke of Norard"

"Oh, this is Lord Grecas, the wise man."

The red-lined lips in the white face turned slightly upwards.

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Methanostat's Magic Society has several 'Talking Rooms (Salons)'.

The association headquarters, located in the basement of the castle alone, is divided into more than ten small and large communities, including the "Talking Room of the Three Sundays and Moons (Salon)".

Basically, if you're a wizard affiliated with a magic association, you're free to join.

Every day there are wizards discussing magic and exploring magic.

The most familiar "Talking Room of the Three Moons (Salon)" is a sign presence of the Magic Society, with a "General Magic Consultation Office" meaning and function. If there is an imminent crisis in the Kingdom, it will also be a place to work on an emergency response.

Previously we did an analysis on the material of the world tree - branches, leaves and fruit, but now that we've had a paragraph, do you think basic research on new transport is a hot theme?

From what I've heard from Lentomia, there's a lot more.

"The Blue Rose Talking Room (Salon)" is a trial and error about magic drugs created from plants.

"The Talking Room (Salon) of Sand and Iron" is a metallic characterization and research on new alloys.

The Chicken Talking Room (Salon) thinks about how to fly through the sky every day.

But...... besides that, there is also an informal "back talking room".

"Ah, Gre. Right there."

Lentomia, who walks ahead as a guide, stops and looks back.

It was a long corridor "wall" leading to the Royal Library.

As he waved away his pure white cloak showing the kingdom's highest wizard in the way, the Wizard of the Half Elf began to cast a "spell".

Me and the Duke of Norad, we looked at each other for a moment.

Continued