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

Elf ladies recruiting for marriage. Subscribe to newspapers where such articles are published in every issue...

It's quite intriguing, but I can't help it because I hate Lentomia at heart.

"Lentomia says it's not necessary. Could you pick it up?

Perseverance as the Lord of the House of the Wise.

"Well...?

"Without saying that..."

"Why? Can you tell us why?"

The three daughters of the elf seemed a little surprised. Eat down without giving up.

We know they have no malice. I guess the attempt to get Lentomia to read the marriage information paper was about the prosperity of the clan.

I want to keep my excellent high elf pure blood. Purely because we have no doubt that "we are superior to other beings" and reflect them in our actions.

"You are so beautiful and charming. Besides, he possesses a profound wisdom, which leads to the world and the magical truth. The more you look at it from a somewhat knowledgeable level of human beings, like me, the more envious you are. History and tradition handed down with cotton. A fountain of overflowing wisdom, of great magic... It is too much greed to desire any more"

I decide to stimulate a little self-esteem and make you feel at home. The three beautiful daughters look at each other.

"... I see, maybe so."

Wavy beautiful long-haired aresel nods, and Effertus agrees.

"Please feel confident that Mr. Grecas is doing well there as well."

I get everything from Karena Domia, where the shortcuts look great, to extra care.

"Uh, yeah. Thank you for your concern. And my friend Lentomia is speaking." In front of your glow, I shall be sumptuous. "If the high elf woman is the sun, she is the moon or the star - as if she is not catching up. You'd understand if you were smart, wouldn't you? So pick it up for today."

Complimentary and graceful.

"Well......!

"Poor thing..."

"Oh no... what shall we do"

"Hey, Greg! What are you talking about?

Lentomia grabs my arm from the side and protests in a whisper.

"That's okay. It's so hard, let's make it feel good to give up."

"... hmm. Well."

Indeed, high elves are an excellent species.

I wonder how long you live in the whole world? The ancient literature reads: "The end of the west, the endless cape of the continent. There is a kingdom of high elves deep in the old woods that stretch out there. It's a small country with multiple boundaries, living secluded '.

They live hundreds of years with their young looks in their twenties. Most people become familiar with various magics, have a lot of knowledge gained during a long life, and also have profound insights.

Sometimes there are high elves who are interested in the human world and live in the city. But as the years went by, they were disappointed in man and the world, and those who eventually returned to the kingdom of the elves continued to follow.

Speaking of which, there are two high elf wizards around me, too.

One is Princess Snoovel's nearest side, Leistoria. Always follow by the princess and be like Blaine, supported by a shadow rather than a katana. I can't get my head up either.

Needless to say, the other one is a dark elf alberina. Her skin is black, but she's also a clean high elf.

By the way, the colour of the skin is just the difference due to the environment in which it lived, where it came from.

Some people say the dark elves are black because they "gave in to the dark god," but that's not true. If anyone says that in front of Hemperoza, I'll pour a slime into your back.

It is said that dark elves are more active and sociable. But they and their three daughters have also traveled all the way to the King's Capital of Metanostadt, so it can be said that they are quite active.

No, maybe that's all things are urgent......

That makes it seem pathetic to get rid of it underneath.

"... if I find a good man with a high elf, I'll keep my voice shut"

Then Aresel hacks and looks just a little confused.

"But you, Grecas, attract men. I don't want to be like you, Lentomia..."

Elf daughters in jito eyes. I regret that I said something unnecessarily.

"Chi, no! That's a misunderstanding!?

"Whatever, I'll pull it up for today"

"But we will… not give up"

"We must find the good lord."

When she said that and smiled, the three high elf daughters put on their hood and turned back their heels.

"Oh man..."

But a few steps forward, turning as Karena Domia stops. He came back with a dash and pressed a round of paper against me and Lentomia.

"But! In the meantime, it means' sample ', and this is it! Actually... my sister is on it. I'm 280 this year, and I'm very clever at my marriageable age! Be sure to introduce me if anyone is good!

"Okay, I'll keep it."

"Great, thank you!

I get barometric pressure from a serious eye and receive it unexpectedly. Lentomia sighs too.

"Ah!? Just Karena Domia. Running out is bad!

"Master Sage! My niece will be on it too! I'm 269, so I'm younger!

The three daughters were screaming in their stead, shrieking away.

Alberina used to say, "The marriageable age is until the 300s!," he said confidently, "but I guess it was a fact as he saw the desperation of his three daughters.

"... high elves are pretty tough too"

"Yes, you are."

Fairy Metius flutters and shakes her golden hair in the wind. Leprechauns opened up from the human business are easy-going.

"I wish I could find a better son-in-law in the human world, not obsessed with pure blood"

"Those daughters, they're about 180 or 200. He's pretty young. There's still a chance."

"Really!? How do you tell, Lentomia?"

"Eh heh... keep it to yourself"

"Skin gloss? What the fuck?

"I'll tell you next time we're alone."

"... Huh?

Lentomia smiled pointlessly with a soaked face, circling the paper she had received and dropping off the three backwards who were leaving.

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Living room dining with sunset in it.

Plum and Hemperoza, Rana and Riola both returned from the school building.

Manuferno gave me pleasure in talking about Lentomia's new cohabitation. Clear from tonight, Lentomia will mean a cohabitant.

He's in Spiano's room now, and he's in the midst of a medical examination of four kids. Dobby, nya! and I hear noisy voices.

Pram and Rana, Riola make tea in the kitchen. I hear a girl-specific fun laugh.

In the meantime, Hemperoza looks intrigued and so on, peeking into a piece of paper placed on the table.

"A newspaper with marriage information."

Put your hands on the table while in uniform and lift your long dark hair to your elf ears.

"Looking for my son-in-law? Give it a try... Difficult."

"Well, don't laugh. He's serious."

"But I can't read it at all... how many words does it say?

"That's ancient elf. You've seen it in magic books, haven't you? I mean, the premise is that you can read this."

"Ah! To the arr who writes around the magic formation!?

"We suddenly raise our hurdles ourselves. High elf proficiency means magic proficiency."

In the meantime, Lentomia, who has finished reading, has a word.

"But this equals the enchanting magic (charm) hanging. If you're not magically defensive, men are easily attracted to you. Especially introductory articles around here."

"I see. The boulder is a high-elf newspaper."

It's a piece of paper, but it's like a dangerous book of magic.

"Hempero. You'd better not look too seriously."

Watching a moving woman painting as she nodded at Lentomia's voice. The newspaper publishes a magical "photographic" that is not illustrative, and when you look through the article, the woman in question shows up and sets up to wave.

On paper, now a beautiful green haired high elf woman is smiling and waving.

- Millistrea Larcia. Good family pattern, excellent health. Age 269. The magic I'm good at is healing, plant development, and spiritual dialogue. Returning child with three years of study abroad at the Stralia Rufuel School of Magic in the west.

- Hymerias Larcapolianne. Age 228. Ancient Priest Magic Dedicated and with special knowledge. Men's preferences are aggressive. My hobby is meditation.

- Rayhamilia Lutzkirk. Age 321. Member of the Council of the High Elf Governance Organization. and Secretary of the Presbyterian Church. It seems tough, but why don't we talk about it? Men's preference is for those who have a strong family and income. High height and excellent eyebrows are a must. Especially if it's in good ear shape.

I use translation magic (Yakutus) to read and listen to the body even.

Hemperoza is listening with a complex face.

"That's enough."

"Oh, yeah, well... that's enough"

I kind of feel like a peek into the abyss I shouldn't be looking at.

and Riola came there with tea.

"It's a magical newspaper, a marriage information magazine?

"Thank you, Riola. That's right, it's amazing."

"Heh...!

I got a cup of tea from Riola. A sigh of relief, healed by a smile.

The maid, Riola, dressed in a windy apron, seems a little interested, too. I take a little peek from next to Hemperoza and laugh bitterly when I realize I can't read it.

"But you must be serious"

"Descendant Prosperity. If the clan breaks up, it'll be tough. Well, the Elves have time. There are people you can look for in the long run."

Speaking of which, I remember. I had previously heard about high elf travelers, but also men, at the Magic Society. There must have been a wizard in the salon who studied magic ceremonies.

I hope you have some clues.

"I've met a nice one, so that's good enough. Hey, Brother Gu, no."

"Right. I love you, Riola."

"As a sister, I understand."

They seem to joke about each other a lot, and when they reach for their cheeks and touch each other, Riola also squeezes her hand back a lot.

The two elves were in contact with each other, looking at the friendliness with their wet eyes.

"I didn't know you were going to sneeze in front of my apprentice, Sister Rio..."

"Leora, let's discuss sharing."

"Brother Gu, you're not really brothers and sisters bound by strong bonds."

"Oh, yeah."

For a moment, I felt a patch of spark scattered.

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Continued