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

The High Elf youth, a court painter apprentice, called his name Winnhem.

If it's an official pronunciation in elf, it's probably a beautiful, complex and long name, like poetry.

"It's an honor to meet you like this. I have seen you in the royal palace several times. Wizards at a glance by the high wizards of the royal palace......! I didn't know Sage Grecas was in such a filthy place."

Lana wears tunic-like overalls for toddlers that are stained with colorful paint. I put a paintbrush on a desk nearby, and I ran out of cloth to wipe my hands.

"I'm sorry to surprise you with your sudden visit. By the way, I'm a rooted commoner. You can skip the hard greeting."

"Oh, really?

"It calms down a dimmer library than being in the royal palace. Looks cozy here too."

Look around the room with the scent of paint.

There is more than one easel in the room, and several portraits of the painting are erected. Did the aristocrats ask you, or masterpiece? Seems pretty skilled in any case.

"Ha, so you seem to fit in"

"That's what I mean"

Spread or close the cloak of the great sage with a bass to show off the white shirt under the cloak and normal trousers. Without this cloak with gold edges in blue, he is a refreshing glasses young man with no majesty or anything.

"So what the hell are you doing today? Like you said earlier about my son-in-law."

Long hair bound to blue eyes. Beautiful shape, of course, is a bit of an honorable male style. But the only answer is "I work in the royal palace" and it's solid.

It did not take long to explain the situation to him, who would generally have a clear brain. He didn't even hide his likely long ears twice as much as Lentomia, and he listened to me.

"My elf daughters in my hometown are looking for you. The reason I came all the way to King's Capital is to find a candidate for the bridegroom. I may have been suddenly surprised, but could you please join me after this?

Explain in a friendly and brief manner so as not to be alarmed. Winnhem listened and understood the spirit, but he floats a somewhat discouraging colour.

"Really? Is that what happened? I don't mind listening..."

"Something bothering you?

"No, I wonder if the wise man has come to ask for a portrait... I can't believe it. Oh, no! I'm still in training, and I'm just mistaken."

Shake your palm and deny it. Sounds like a pretty brown personality.

"I'm sorry. I haven't wasted a portrait yet."

"That's not true! Sage should also decorate about one of the portraits! Times are portraits! A painting that brings out the inner beauty of a person, elegance and radiance! Wonderful royal palace art...... I want to learn this because I want to."

Speaks enthusiastically with a gaze at the drawing. I guess he still has some kind of passion and determination more than living in the King's Capital.

Speaking of portraits, it reminds me of a beautified Faria painting. Besides, I have a painting wife (Manu), so I don't know if I can ask her to do it, but I'm going to go out with her and say, "I want to ask you to do it one of these days." Winnhem looked happy, looking at me from the right and from the left, and said, "I think I can paint a really distinctive picture! Sounds like fun."

Whatever it is, fifteen minutes later...

I succeeded in bringing Winnhem to a parked carriage on the front street.

Soon two simple folding tables were installed in the shade of the street tree next to the carriage. There were six chairs, three daughters of a high elf, Hemperoza on the plum, and Chuta sitting down for tea.

Already finished eating Garrett and talking about deliciousness. The tea was apparently picked up by Mr. Sebastia from the coffee shop over there.

"Is that my hometown daughters?

High Elf youth Winnhem narrowed his eyes in surprise.

"Oh, did I look like a human town daughter (...)? Now, I'm going to solve the magic. Just a moment."

"... magic?

Just because he's a high elf doesn't make anyone or him seem familiar with magic and resistant to magic.

Or is it the trait of this young man?

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"Is it going well with those sisters?

"It sounds like you and your sister are close, but what do you think?

"Beh, stick with me! I'm doing pretty good with both of them."

He stares at Chuuta as Pram supports both cheeks in the palm of his hand. Chuta was stiffened aside by two beautiful girls, and she wandered around. I have spoken of tea many times.

"... which one do you like better?

"I'll just talk about it here. I knew it was your sister.

"What are you talking about!? That's not what I'm talking about! They're brothers and sisters...!

Plum and Hemperoza dig roots and leaves. Playing with Chuta like a sister-in-law.

"Good for our sage, because a man has a strange longing for the existence of a sister (...)"

"Ah! I know -. Sister Rio is special next to sister Manu, right? We seem to get along sometimes."

"Because that's Brother Io's undisputed love."

"Sister Rio interrupted and tore apart Master Grey and brother Io, didn't she?

"Hey, it's obvious to Plum"

"It's a joke."

It will be my story from Chuta. It's full of scratches, but there's no way I can squeak it out.

I'm afraid of Hemperoza and Plum's "Girls Talk Around Age" and I can't hear it.

In another table arranged beside the carriage, the marriage, or "solicitation of son-in-law", is carried out by three beautiful women of high elves and one male high elf.

"To paint in the castle? That's lovely."

"Why didn't you leave Elf's country...?

"Scenic, cultural, residential. Isn't our home better than ours in beauty?

Arezel, Effertus, and Karenadomia ask questions in turn.

"Perhaps so. But... there's no such thing as attraction in this country. It doesn't work, but there's something here that we don't have."

Winnhem puts his strength in his eyes and looks back at the three of them.

"What we don't have in high elves?

"Is there such a thing?

"Longevity, wisdom, beauty. I don't think they're inferior to the people on the road."

No offense, I guess, but Karena Domia looks at the cluttered crowd traveling and turns her gaze back to the beautiful young painter Winnhem.

"... do they think so? It's a little shame. I find the people who live hard in this country beautiful. [M] Even in the face of difficulties, I feel the power to try to change it as a glow. Think of changing as fascinating. Of course… there are some ugly aspects"

Watch the same round trip with a gentle look at the distance.

The three daughters and the high elf youth seem to see a different view.

"Well?"

"I don't understand."

"What are you talking about?

"As you may not understand, a painting is… art is a portrayal of unseen beauty and the inner charm of a person"

I listened to the conversation between the High Elves while sitting in the carriage passenger's seat with Moni Moni and Garrett on my cheeks.

"It's delicious."

"Uhm, delicious"

Next door he also eats the gray-haired gentleman Sebastia. But it's not worldly for a wise man to be a famous aristocratic carriage and skip with its deacon.

So we developed the Recognition Agitation Magic (Imagine Jammer). Me and Mr. Sebastia are now disguised (...) in a standing sign called 'Eating' and 'Resting'.

"I hope it works, those three"

"I don't know. Same as always."

"But Mr. Winnhem was normal, though."

"Maybe I won't grow up without being rubbed by the ravages of the world after all"

"Well, ugh."

Self-proclaimed, love advisor Metius can't seem to help but worry about the conversation between the four of us.

and one daughter approached from beyond the regular crowd.

When I come out of the alley and look around, I notice this one.

"- Winnhem?"

The moment I found the Winnhem youth, I smiled all the time, but saw a beautiful high elf by what appeared to be three fellow countrymen (...) and stopped walking just before.

"Meessia, what's wrong?

Winnhem notices the daughter and turns a casual smile.

Around 17 or 8 when I was a year old? On one hand you can see a basket of vine knitting, round bread and a little cheese, and a coconut palm.

She wears an old dress that she finds to be a poor downtown daughter and offers her wheat hair behind her ears. It's a serious and adult impression, but it doesn't mean it's beautiful.

"If I go get laundry, I'm away... I was wondering if you still have breakfast. But it's okay. I'm sorry, it's grandpa."

When I bow my head to the dust, I turn back my curly heel. Straight offering hair turns a little late.

"Come on, Meessia!

I didn't miss the moment Winnhem tried to take a seat, when the daughters of the high elves exchanged a frightening glance.

Continued