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

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It was like a spring garden in a room surrounded by luxurious conditioning.

Delicious treats, good quality tea, poor maidens' laughter, sweet fragrance that drifts.

Here, in Sir Wilstein's mansion - his eldest daughter's room in Italy - the daughters of the High Elves, a rare guest (barely) from afar, were relaxed.

"It's really nice."

"Our lives are too qualitative, Aresel"

"This is the life of the King's capital...... We're trapped in tradition, and we don't even know that we have a life like this."

Even for the three daughters of the high-ranking High Elf, Lord Wilstein's mansion, which also serves as the chief marquis and knight of the king's capital Metanostadt, seems to have something to keep an eye on.

The room of the eldest daughter, Istalia, is very large and the reception set is set aside so that friends can visit. All by the hand of a well-known artisan, the round low table featuring legs similar to those of a deer is served with plenty of flowers and fruit.

A peach blossom sofa is placed around the perimeter and curtains with cute frills hang from the windows.

All the magical candlesticks where candle imitating crystal lamps illuminate the indoors are silvercrafted. It is a delicacy ordered from one of the most popular magic tool craftsmen in Wangdu.

There is also a glimpse of the bedroom over the open door, but beside the large bedroom (bed) with the canopy, there may be armor for the shiny woman.

"Nice silver workmanship......! I wonder how delicate the table is."

"What a tree stump we are, thick in 300 years..."

"Effertus is a Sherman lineage that interacts with nature. Speaking of which, the bed was also a moss mat, right?

"Oh... ohohohoho..."

The daughters of the High Elves seem to be heartened by the life of the rich King's Capital.

The story doesn't engage much, but I feel like I'm finally at my own pace.

When the three daughters of the high elves visited, Istria was fully overwhelmed by their beauty and the mystical atmosphere and greeted with a smile drawn to them as "Yes, I'm here".

Being the daughter of a marquis, I felt like I had lost to a high elf.

My sister, Lumiaria, is very shabby that the "fairy tale dweller" appeared in front of her. I'm happy to shine my eyes, and my brother Chuta was confused by the colorful incense, he's a wooden stump.

I don't know why they came, that they magically live many times longer than a human race.

I know it's my father's working relationship, but I can't help but be upset because the inhabitants of the mythical world (...) who wield a beautiful and strange charm have suddenly come to my house.

- This kind of arrangement suits the house of the sage next door...!

At first, it was overwhelmed by Italy, but as we had a tough dinner together and had an irresistible conversation, we realized something.

Is it possible that the three daughters of the high elves are actually quite rural (...)? That's what I meant.

First of all, I'm amazed at the food that comes out. Surprised at the fine workmanship of the dishes. Amazing at magical communication tools and video.

By the time I had concluded my socio-ordinary-conventional conversation with my parents, Sir Wilstein, the suspicions of Italy had turned to certainty.

These girls are out of the country...

Nevertheless, as shower time passed to heat up with a hot stone (human), it finally broke down.

"It's still a long night. Why don't you just relax in your Italian room for a while until your bedroom is ready?

Vilstein, the head of the family, suggested, and his sister, Istalia, decided to relax in her room with her sister by pulling three guests.

When I sprinkled, my father (Vilstein) and mother sighed at him. I guess I'm tired of boulders for unfamiliar rarities.

- We'll take care of the rest, Father.

As a knight's daughter, let him try to be "welcoming" in good standing.

Istria held her thoughts in her chest.

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"Wow! Sister! It's a real elf."

My sister Luminaria gives ears to my sister, Italy. He's very heartbeat about his conversation with the elves, sparkling his eyes.

I'm usually a reading lover and a dear sister, but only curiosity is doubled. Luminaria, with her innocent girly side, seems to be able to crack it down with the elves.

"It's often misunderstood, but we're just a little lighter."

"The truth is, the human world, these beautiful worlds, I admire."

"But there's a lot of noise and humans... it seems hard to live"

"Heh...!

"Can you tell me a lot more? Did Mr. Luminaria go to a school building or something?

waved long-haired Aresel asks.

"Yes! I go by carriage every morning"

"Well! Do you have a lot of friends too?

"How many are there?

"There are a lot of them. Boys and girls, uh, go with it."

Luminaria stands two fingers.

"About twenty... maybe?

"There are about two hundred of us!

"Heh... hiccup!? Wow, as good as our village?

"Liar!? But there were a lot of people in Wangdu."

"Kids alone are so...... More humans."

Poor semi-long hair Effertus and a manly berry-short Karena Domia embark on herself.

"And now, in conjunction with men and women...?

Alesel narrowed her eyes. I thought I heard you wrong.

"Huh? The class is with men and women."

"Male and female seats!?

"Ma...... well!?

"Oh my God......! Oh no...! Geez."

Aracell blushing for some reason. The other elf daughters react the same way.

"Are the school buildings in Mr. Elves' country divided between men and women?

Istria is finally getting settled in and able to talk.

"As soon as I was born, the nanny would take me away and I would live with just the girl. Men are... gathered together by men alone."

"Well, it is!? By gender......!?

A noble lady of honor, knowledgeable and learned, but for the first time, Istria was surprised to hear the story. I wonder when I'm ever going to fall in love...... simple questions arise.

"There are no school buildings in Elf Country. Teaching is inherited from parents."

And then there's the elder.

"and the magically skilled magician."

"Heh... wow!

"Naturally. That's why we're called the finest species."

Istria and Luminaria, for a moment, became decent to what the high-elf Aresel spoke without hesitation.

And I can tell that the door was knocked there and the tea on the trolley was brought.

"Go ahead, Sebastia"

When the door opened, Sebastia, the deacon who stroked his grey hair all-back, came in with a fold and a correct grace.

"It's tea," he says, dressed in traditional black kingdom courtesy and with a really good look.

Behind it was also his disciple, Chuta. Sir Wilstein told me to deal with you with my sisters, "Bo, I'll help you make some tea too!" and went with the Deacon to make tea. At that time, did Sir Wilstein perceive the difficulty of dealing with the High Elves, or was smiling lightly without blaming Chuta?

"We have prepared the finest tea that we pride ourselves on."

"Well?"

"Tea… since I studied abroad in Western Australia."

"You're a red herb"

"Enjoy the fragrance"

I recommend a cup of tea with confidence just because Istria fights back.

"It was carbonated water with wine and citrus fruit juice at dinner. Warm up at night and you can have a good night's sleep."

An old gentleman with a large body and a thick breastplate is truly graceful, making tea lined up on the table. White and thin porcelain is elegant and the high elves look unusual.

Following the deacon, Chuta is helping to place dishes served with baked confectionery.

The High Elves are following the movements of the two men with their gaze as they say, "Well......" and "Thank you for your concern." Is there such a thing as half alert and half interested?

"Thank you, Master Chuta."

"I prefer this kind of work..."

In the first place, the existence of a deacon was, of course, the first type seen in the kingdom of Elf. Gentleman and elegant in material hips. Unlike the human nobles again, they show no interest in them either.

In addition, the gaze is poured on the red-haired human boy.

The first thing that surprised me when I came to Wang Capital was the number of children.

Humans go beyond saying, half beasts and half elves (!), etc. There were many parents with young children, walking the city pleasantly.

Even though no decent pureblood species (...) has been born in the last few decades in the elves.

"Okay, take your time"

"Take your time..."

"Good afternoon, Chuta. You stay here."

"Yeah!?

Italy stopped Chuta from hiding on the deacon's back and trying to get out vegan fast. When I take my own seat, I grab the root of Chuta.

"Okay? I was intrigued to see those elves fly through Chuta. For victory... no, I'm sure you'll have a good time"

Face to face and whisper with a niggly, awesome smile, Istria. Sebastia is staring at a point in the air, pretending she's not listening to the lady.

From the time of dinner, Chuuta was noted by the elves. "He's a child...!" "That's a boy too!?" "So close," he whispered excitedly, "that he felt afraid that Chuta would be eaten.

"I'm afraid of something."

"You! Don't be rude. Be useful at times like this."

"Ugh..."

I have no choice but to follow my sister, Istria.

"Let me introduce you once again. This is my brother Chuta."

"Doh, guys."

"Well......!

"Well well......!

"Oh well......!

The three high elves colour.

The Deacon said, "Take your time, then" a moment. Chuta asked for salvation with her gaze, "Takeshi," but she shook her head small with all the "good luck" and left.

Chuta sighs.

Boys of their own age are rare for them. Because he's not in the elves. There are a dozen or so young children, but they are all crushed by the monastic common name 'Garden of White Roses'.

"Brother Chuta, have some sweets"

"Oh, thank you, Luminaria"

My sister Luminaria follows nicely into strange air. Recommend sweets cutely. The presence of the allies made Chuta look so horrible.

Eat crunchy treats.

"I ate it!

"Well......!

"You're friends with your sister."

"Yes."

"Yes."

and breath perfect chuuta and luminaria.

"You're close to me too, aren't you, Chuta?"

"Also, of course!

My sister and I are close in a way.

The high elves saw something really good... but they mouth a cup of tea.

I marvel at the extremely thin white porcelain cup and am thrilled with the lighter red tea.

"What a good smell......!

"Herbal, no... yet aromatic as flowers"

"The tea leaves are floating, too. Beautiful colors......"

"As you can see, my guest. Fermented tea leaves are rare.... I can't believe I'm new to southern tea to say that I'm from the West (...), fu... fu"

Istria smiled convinced of her spiritual victory as she twirled the blonde hair of a standing roll at her fingertips.

Nevertheless, the winning puller is due to the finest of southern marinoserese - aromatic tea leaves.

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Continued