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

Lentomia began to cast a spell in a low voice as she turned her hand toward the "painting" decorated on the hallway wall.

One painting hung on the wall depicts a meadow and a hut, along with a flock of shepherds and sheep. It's a normal painting with some nostalgic landscape but no philosophy whatsoever.

"Sage Grecas, Lady Lentomia has a spell."

"It's a spell I don't know. Secret cipher, is it some kind of key?

We're on the first floor of the castle, the corner of a long corridor leading to the Royal Library. This place, a little far from the Magic Society, is said to have a "secret talking room (salon)" for the purpose.

The Duke of Norard and Lentomia, and me and the fairy Metius stand in front of the painting, but people usually go out behind their backs.

The corridor, about 5 merte wide, is lined with neat and beautiful columns to the left and right, along the way, doors leading to the small rooms and decorated vases of flowers. Historically valuable armor and other items are placed everywhere.

"I'd like to introduce you to the Association Director (...). What comes out......"

- About an hour ago now.

When I visited the headquarters of the Magic Society, I met with Sir Apras A. Jill, President of the Magic Society.

Explaining the circumstances, it seems that an immediate "uprooting" was taking place from the King's government, and the Duke of Norad came to know the circumstances about the "magic he wanted," so the story went smoothly.

Sir Apraz A. Jill told me of the salon's "rumor" that he was doing research to resurrect the dead, after prejudging that "from here on out, it's not a Washi solitaire..."

"However, I do not know if it meets the expectations of the Duke."

"Lentomia, you know the word and the place," added Old Apras, who finished his solitary (...) rhetoric (...), stroking his white jawbeard.

Then meet the Duke of Norard on the first floor of the castle.

"Would you like to work with me on my magic research?

and lure it out to this day.

Standing behind me, the Duke of Norard is still blue-white in complexion, staring at his accomplishments with no expression.

But because I'm getting used to seeing it, I'm starting to see the subtle differences in expression.

My eyebrows lifted up slightly, and my eyes hid a light like "expectations". Apparently, I'm kind of hoping.

"... Duke of Norard, I don't know if I can live up to your expectations. I'll show you to the Wizard's Salon."

"I take care of you and thank you. Such a large Royal Castle of Metanostadt, this is how you will be guided and you will not be exhausted if you can also explore it to a secret room. What are the salons in this country like…"

"Salons are essentially the same as your country's 'salons'. Because it's a place to deepen our understanding of magic through discussion."

"If your thoughts on magic are too strong, are you also driven by the urge to fly out of the salon and fly around the world… is it the same?"

"Oh... what do you think? Because wizards mostly prefer to think and argue. You don't really like going out."

Is that sarcasm about the magical secret society, 'Zordaxzaian', or is it a joke about the Duke?

They are very active and aggressive now that they think about it. Flying around the world, collecting treasures, secrets, and ancient magical relics, there was no room for research.

If you are a wizard, such as researching artificial life forms (homunculus), immortality, eternal life… No, if you are in power, you have studied the magic that everyone dreams of and was trying to achieve.

I guess all the action comes to an end, but the guys "overdid" it.

Good to go as far as "little" to "World Tree". However, reviving the Demon King's Castle caused disaster, resulting in the disappearance of Princess Snoovel and the loss of Ergonote's legs and confusion that the kingdom could not afford.

At this point, I'm pretty sure I touched Methanostat's inverse scale (...).

In the wake of that incident, the kingdom cut the line to the annihilation of Zordaxzaian. Retaliation was considered and a large number of intelligence agents allegedly broke into the West.

What was decisive was the attempt to seize the magic used by the "old witch" who appeared in Rudens and, by way of quote, terrorized him in Metanostadt, the king's capital.

... and the director showed me classified material.

When I was having trouble responding, Lentomia turned around in good time.

"Okay, it's open!

"Ooh?

I look around to the left and right unexpectedly, but there is no way that a "new door" has emerged. There were a few doors along the way, but did they even open a different hidden door from that?

Then Lentomia points to the painting and prompts him to look closely.

"No, look here. Now look. Oh, and the Duke."

"Hmm?"

"Hmmm...?

The painting depicted a "cabin" and a shepherd, but the door (...) of the cabin (...) is open.

"Is that it!?

But for a moment, the air changed.

"Sage Grecas. It's strange magic."

When I noticed, the signs of the neglected had disappeared.

Or he stood in front of the cabin.

Even if we look around, there are no people we've been seeing. The meadows extend and the immobile sheep stand countless. The sky is blue, and there are trees.

There was a sight in the painting that really resembled a strange daydream, as if time had stopped.

Individual (original) boundaries like 'Precious Stone Purgatory (Jewel Prizna)' used by a small part of the higher-ranking wizards?

Or, like my trump card, The Quarantine Junction, you got lost in the uneven world of phases?

I've thought about it a lot, but it doesn't seem like it's that massive of magic.

Neither the enemy junction (circle) nor the tactical information display (tactics) have detected any abnormalities.

Standing "in the same place" all the way from earlier. But I was sensing a record of light magical excitement.

"Right......!

"Did you notice? Gugle."

"We... only the spirit (...) was drawn into the painting. Was the cabin door an entrance?"

"Sounds like it. It's a rare, first-time magic trick. Can multiple humans' recognize and share 'a hidden room, a kind of perceived agitation (Imagine Jammer) …"

The Duke of Nollard presents his mastery of boulders. It's funny now, but I just looked around with my face.

"I mean, our bodies are in the middle of watching a painting in the hallway right now... is that it?

The fairy Metius looked a little troubled.

"Perhaps. I don't know...... If it were a world of spirit alone, the flow of time would be different. This must be some kind of junction."

Speaking of the world of dreams, it's the garden of the fairy Metius, but it's not. It's a strange world of paintings.

"In the meantime, let's go inside"

I'll take the lead and try to get inside the cabin.

It was a decent room there. Several times wider than the outside. Large table and blackboard inside. Tea, sweets, and countless pieces of paper are scattered on the tree table.

A cheering and screaming voice echoed as soon as possible.

"Ugh!? Are you sure you're here?

"Kake, sage Grecas...... to you, Lentomia!

"And the goodwill ambassador of stralia...... Dear Sir!?

A trio of wizards gathered to escape to the other side of the desk rattling.

Lentomia, the guide, looks back.

"Well, this is the secret..." The Talking Room in the Narrow Room. "

Continued