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

A hand rowed boat slowly approaches the shore as it ripples against a mirrored lake surface.

On the boat are the blonde sisters and the red-haired boy.

There is also a view of the mansion on the shore of the lake with a small terminal. I guess that's where the approaching hand rowing boat came from, too.

Closer to the royal castle, the Mitsuki pond is not just a huge reservoir, it seems, but also a place for boat games by noble ladies.

"Boat games, the nobility of Wangdu is amazing."

Iola looks at the Lord of voices approaching with faces like half interest and half confusion.

Next to the Sage's Hall - but about two hundred mertes away, there was a large and splendid hall built around the lake. Besides, there is a fine mansion next to it to see.

A vast green area stretches around the "Three Moons Pond" on the north side of the Wang capital - the park where Iola walks is part of it, but further north is the pasture that nurtures and manages the horses.

It would be nobles with titles who could set up luxurious and splendid mansions on the shores of a lake with a nice, quiet and lush environment.

The "Sage's Hall" you see in front of you is the smallest and most qualitative of mansions lined up on such a lake.

"- You! How do you relate to the wise man?

A blonde lady stood up on the boat and threw questions at Iola.

Rin's voice goes through well. Nor does it seem like a high degree of chronicity that is common in aristocracy. The intrigued innocence is inherently wrapping the indulgent and disrespectful inquiry in an oblate of brightness.

In contrast, Iola, who is going back to the village of Tibalagi, is a travel bundle.

He weaves a Northern ethnic-style embroidered jacket and carries a luggage Zach on his back. It's like a civilian traveler no matter who sees it.

The truth is that he also carried his favorite dagger, but it is temporarily kept at the interrogation center during his entry into the center of Wangdu. If Grecas had been informed in advance of the planned visit, he was briefly asked that permission to carry the sword had been granted, but this was a later festival.

By the way, the wagon that brought the potatoes already paid the haulier in advance. I have it moved outside the walls surrounding the royal castle.

"I lived in Sage's mansion, thanks for all your help."

"Well?"

"He helped me and my sister, who were orphans of war."

"A boulder is a wise man."

Istria blinked her blue eyes. Iola finds herself a little confused by a noble lady of a different status who doesn't have a chance to talk in her normal life.

The shoreline doesn't have a dock, so it's going to be hard to get off to Iola's. I decide to talk about it at a distance of about five mertes from the boat I moored.

"Ah... it's Mr. Iola"

Surprisingly, it was a red-haired boy called Chuta who knew his name.

You accidentally put it in your mouth, you look stiff.

"Oh? Chuta, you know what?

"Uh, ah, yes"

The boy, who leaves it unbearable, has flaming redhead on his slightly brown skin. Is it Isravian? I couldn't remember Iola while I thought you were the kind of face I saw somewhere.

Chuta......?

Speaking of which, I think a rat whose pram and hemperosa were adorable in the sage hall was that name. Maybe it's a nickname for "small-time use" in Metanostadt.

Chuta plays the divorce of manipulating the hand rowing oar in his left hand while supporting his Italian sister standing on the boat with her right hand from behind.

The question arises even as I think that the use of the aristocracy for small periods seems to have a lot of difficulty.

"How do you know my name?

"Oh, because I was asking Mr. Riola. I was looking out for you at Grecas' house for a while, too! Just after Iola disappeared."

Explain as the chuta swims a little red copper eyes.

"Oh, I see. I've heard of it."

"Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Riola"

Peppery and courteous bowing head chuuta.

"Oh my God!

It's true that Riola said, "I've got an amazing boy here. Brother Gu, you are so adorable," I think he wrote in his letter.

Plus, Pram and Hemperoza said, "Chuta was using Brother Io's room," or, "Chuta was pitifully given the other day..." I remember that story, too.

Nevertheless. That's the face I saw somewhere. Is it because they are the same Israelis? Somehow the Ergonote thing comes to mind. I am convinced that maybe I treated him somewhere when I once had an adventure in the capital of Israel.

"Are you Mr. Riola's brother?

Luminaria - the lady of her grown-up sister, over Chuta's back, has spoken roughly.

"Yeah, I am. Do you even know about Riola?

"Yes, Sebastia all the time... oh, because our deacon is talking about Mr. Riola"

"And, Deacon...... by?

Iola tilts her neck slightly.

"The deacon of my Vilstein family is a brave warrior who made his name in the Demon King's War."

Isn't that amazing? But just to say, the Italian lady stretches her spine and softens her chin.

"Knights Commander Sir Wilstein!

Iola was unwittingly raising her voice. On various occasions of adventure, he is the head of a brave knight who sometimes suspected and sometimes fought with the help of the wise Grecas.

That means those daughters.

If so, there is a concordance that it is the mansion where the butler is. While I admire it. Mr. Sebastia and I have a little anxiety about what the hell we know about Riola.

"Ha, that's awesome. But... why Rio?

"When we have something to do at home, the Deacon interrupts Master Grecas' house. It's like Mr. Riola who's going to take care of it then."

"I see."

And when I hammered on Luminaria's explanation, my sister, Istalia, took over the story.

"You look like a normal daughter, but that one has the eyes of a fierce man who's been creeping through the training grounds - the deacon said he has such a brilliance in the back of his eyes.... she wonders who you are, my brother...? You've been doing some swordsmanship, haven't you?

"Uh...?

I can't help but notice Iola's face.

"Mr. Riola's standing and dancing were as if there were no gaps... and the Deacon had a glimpse. A boulder, a sage's mansion, isn't it? Do you have any special skills or abilities to live with?

All the time, the Italian lady embarks on herself and makes her eyes shimmer.

"Yes, no, no!? No, I don't! Sure, there are times when he's strong but... normal, normal."

"I'd love to hear from you. I'm very interested. Would you like some tea?

The boat rocks as Istria embarks on herself all the way out, and Chuuta holds her back.

"It's dangerous, sister."

"Fine. I'm in a hurry... Bye!"

"Ah!? Good evening."

Iola left the scene with a dash as she smiled and wiped her hands. From behind, he said, "Next time I need you, I'll be sure to ask you a story!" I heard her screaming.

Is overestimation of Riola the result of various adventures?

Or... can you go to your wife? I'd be beaten if I told you, but I'd be worried about you as my brother.

Though...

Riola looks fine.

I knew perfectly well I was doing it.

Because I just need you to take responsibility (...) and be your daughter-in-law.

In the unlikely event that the day comes when you will be thrown out of love, I will take care of you. As I once dreamed, it's not bad to live carefully with my brother and sister.

But... what shall I explain to Harua then?

Harua and I have also exchanged life promises to be "with you all the time".

You can add one there, your sister (Riola)... well, it'll be fine.

"Can you handle it?"

Iola looks up at the blue sky with her optimistic and positive determination in front of her. And to the village of Tibalagi, he began to walk against the northern streets.

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