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

"I didn't know there was such a space in the painting...!

The landscape is not moving.

Sheep, meadows, and clouds floating in the sky as the painting stands still.

The atmosphere resembles the dream world - the spiritual world - that Pram used to dive into when he was in a coma.

Only the spirit sucked into the painting seems to have come to this "closed space".

"Sage Grecas, this space is... strange"

"Right, Metti used to..."

"What is it?

I almost stopped saying it. Now, as a being that must be, Metius, a fairy of one heart and the same. But before he existed in this world as a fairy, he was still imprisoned in the "Library Connection" as the "soul of Princess Metius".

Because I remember that place.

In the first place, this is the hallway leading to the Royal Library. Of the paintings that were decorated there...... is it?

I explored the surroundings in the Enemy Boundary (Circle), but strangely, the shape was the same as "Corridor of Metanostadt Royal Castle".

In other words, there's a discrepancy between the appearance and the actual phase of the space you're in.

"This is where the president of the Magic Society told me. So, the three of you are members of the salon... uh."

Lentomia is the guide, so I thought you'd introduce me to three of my clients, and they don't know their names.

The trio of wizards in the room are gathered on the other side of the desk.

Eyes and hair colours were different, but everyone had a mixed look with surprise and joy.

A skinny young wizard in a green robe.

A little fat wizard, dressed in a cloak of dirt.

Feathered gray coat, deep hat, witch.

The three wear colored capes and robes, indicating that they belong to the Magic Society of the Kingdom of Metanostadt.

Each, like I've seen somewhere, like I don't. You may have seen something wrong in the hallway of the Magic Society or in another conversation room (salon).

"Welcome, welcome to the Talking Room (Salon) in the Narrow Room."

"I think I suddenly pushed you, and I'm sorry. I'm Grecas. So, this is the ambassador of Stralia, Duke of Automatéria Norard"

"Duh, thanks... Longgat the Sound Wizard. Hey, I'm nervous. It's better to be famous... so"

I'm not used to hearing about sounding magic. Instantly inspiring search magic (Gogol), it seems to be like a cavity made in the ground or a kind of "dousing" to find a space in a wall.

Give me your right hand and shake hands, worrying about the hem of the robe. We laugh bitterly at each other. The young wizard, with her blonde hair stretched unconstructively, is skinny and long. A young man with a calm atmosphere, like the son of a nobleman.

In contrast, the Duke of Norard also returns a very polite greeting, "Best wishes," he said. When we finished greeting each other, we were prompted to sit at our desks, so we sat down appropriately.

"To the wise Grecas, Mr. Lentomia... and the Duke. From the use of the Association Chief, I listened to you. But I didn't think you'd be here so soon."

"Really, I'm sorry"

"Greg, I was also called yesterday by Apras' grandfather. They told me the secret key to this place."

The Wizard of the Half Elf also looks around intriguingly. Looks like I'm really new here.

"Mr. Longgat. So, what the hell kind of research are we doing here?

Ask for direct access.

The space is, indeed, enigmatic, but the feeling I've seen all along also seems unrelated to the resurrection of the dead or to eternal life.

Then the little fat wizard who was beside him shook his earthy coat off basically as he stuck his belly out. He had a note and a pen in his hand.

Apparently, the paper scattered on the desk, or some shape, was painted by him.

"Darkness beneath the lamp. Eye and nose tip of the Magic Society, around the Royal Library. Similar spaces… I've found some places."

"We check it out, we record it, we walk."

Longgat nods.

"Found...? I mean, in this painting, it's not the kind of junction that one of you created, is it?

Utterly, the juncture made by the organizers of the secret salon. I thought it was a safe house.

So the wizard of the woman who kept her mouth shut opened.

Sauce eyes and bright water color of hair. Is it an elf in the quarter? If you look closely, your ears are a little pointy.

"I'm Sheesha.... Sage Grecas. As you know, generating" closed spaces "in front of you is the most difficult technique of junctions, right? Only a handful can do that, including Master Grecas the Wise. We just... happened to find this space"

Longgat gets up and points out of the cabin.

"That's right! There's a space like this, but there's no entrance. Looking into our magic, there was some strange reason behind the painting, between the walls... there was a lot of space. Looking more closely, something like a magic key was planted."

"But that wasn't difficult. When I looked it up, it was in an old magic book. Along with the words" vault of hidden souls "and" with memories in crystals ".

……

I met with Metius the Fairy and Lentomia.

"It was the magic society president, Aphrase, who uncovered the secret of the key."

and Lentomia adds.

What the hell is this place for?

It's like...... there are countless little 'library junctions'.

Speaking of which, the predecessor of the fairy Metius. Princess Methius' soul also spent the entire time in the library junction.

"What the hell is this space...?

Continued