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

"Meessia!"

That's when Winnhem took his seat and tried to chase the daughter he knew.

"Not in the middle of talking to us right now?

Alesel, one of the high elves, said quietly. It made the listener feel compelled not to say whether or not.

Turning to the cleaver's eyes, as if he had been enchanted, the young man of the Palace Painter Apprentice stopped moving as he lifted his hips from his chair.

"... it was. Excuse me. But, um... she's my friend."

"Your friend?

"Well, such an asshole..."

"Is it not the housekeeper's mistake?

"No! She is... Meessia is a dear friend of mine and an understander of painting."

Winnhem youth argues. I thought he was a good young man, but he seems like a solid man to say it.

"Well! Sage Grecas, are you listening now?

"I hear you, Meti."

"It's masculine."

Fairy Metius sparkles his eyes and sends a hot glance at Winnhem.

The daughters of the high elves shake their heads small as if they didn't understand.

Meessia with lowered hair leaves across the crowd. If a young man runs after him when he's ready, it's a quick catch up distance.

"Understander? That little human girl?

Laughing with your nose, Araisel has a picturesque look on her face.

"We are noble high elves. Isn't that the kind of people you can understand?

Like gentle and flexible, Effertus stares at the youth as if to teach.

"Ugh... it"

"And such a filthy, miserable little girl. It's not right for you."

The daughter of the high elf, who even said it was disproportionate, is Karena Domia with impressive berry short hair.

When I cut Garrett's wrapper small and thousand pieces with my fingertips, I circled the paper slices with my fingers on the table. And then I gently glance at Meesia as she leaves.

"... Enough is enough. Let me go home."

Looks like Winhem came kachin on the boulder too, take a seat.

"Well? A few more stories..."

"Now please accept this newspaper. Magically, every day, there's an article about a wonderful woman."

"… receive, Mr. Winnhem"

Winnhem the way he tried to say no. But my arm was receiving rounded paper of its own accord. I thought it might be the magic of a high elf, but very few reactions could be detected in the unfolding Enemy Junction (Circle).

Perhaps the power of the original pre-magic spirits, like waves. Either way, I didn't inspire magic.

"Okay, I'm in this"

With the rounded newspaper in hand, Winnhem bows his head at Pecori.

That's when Karena Domia released a slice of paper that was round at her fingertips from the side of the table. It turned into a small feather (...) and began to fly in the direction of Meesia's walking, puuuuuuuu......

"You were quite nice, Effertus"

"Yes, your sisters will be delighted, Aracell."

Are the other two high elves pretending not to notice, nor do they seem to pass by willingly. I'm dropping off Winnhem, a young man who's leaving quietly.

I don't want to be bothered.

"Sage Grecas?

I left Methius the fairy, and I jumped off the podium.

While landing in light steps, "Plum, Hemperoza and Chuta too. It's time to go," he called out.

Slightly surprised High Elves pass by the table of three daughters on a quick foot, blocking the sight of the flying little featherworms (...) and high elves.

Across the street, Winnhem, a young high elf, had just forced Meesia to catch up and look back. Softly hands on Meessia's shoulder seeping confusion and joy, Winnhem turns a gentle grin.

Bubble...... and the featherworms are headed toward the two of us.

"It would be impeccable to get in the way of love"

- "Mucus (slimy) whip (whip)"!

Bi! and eject mucus from the right palm at high speed. The featherworm (...) was caught in the air with a stringy mucus whip (wip) and brilliantly entangled.

This is the top version of Mucus Magic (Sluddu). The more the pseudomuscular consists of countless bundles of mucus and the more physically interceptable the flying arrows and magic, the more precise the magic is capable of controlling movement.

Jiji...... Jiji, and I wondered if the featherworms recovered in the palm of my hand had burst into ruins, Bosch left all over the mucus...... and blew the smoke to pieces.

Moments later, the 'Sage's Boundary', which was unfolding on the surface of the palm, disappeared even further. Offset the power.

Metius, the fairy who flew in late, peeps in.

"Well? What is it, this?

"Pseudo-Painful Magic (PETEMPAINE) …"

The identity of the magical feather worm was one that stained the ends of the paper with a complex surgical formula. The purpose is probably... harassment.

If you attach it to your skin, you'll feel severe pain like a bee sting you. Although it doesn't actually scratch, this must be a form of interpersonal attack magic.

I stopped and looked back, gazing at my three high elf daughters as they sat at the table. Then, dripping dalari and mucus from his palms, he drops a fragment of a feather worm on the ground.

"There are also poisonous bugs this season."

I laughed at Nitaa and stepped on the featherworm at my feet.

"Well?"

"Even though it's a city, I don't like it"

"... insect repelling is also the job of the wise man?

"Yeah, I don't want to write an extra report."

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It was a great success.

"Yeah, I'm glad you took it."

"Thanks also to the great sage..."

"Ha ha... that's good"

We got back in the carriage and started moving somewhere else. It's a journey to find a second youth high elf.

Like success with that. Suffer from understanding what it feels like. I feel fundamentally missing the part about thinking about the feelings of others.

But we'll have to split up and hang out here as "entertainment work".

Plum, Hemperoza, and Chuta are busy describing the shops and attractions you can see through the carriage windows. Alesel, the leader of the high elves, and Effertus, the laid back, are listening with amusement to the explanation of the three.

Young kids are rare in themselves, and they seem to enjoy that purely.

But since the feather response, it's obviously Karena Domia, a manly beauty with blue hair berry shorts who looks good on me.

He smiled at me earlier and didn't seem interested out the window.

"Magic...... are you good at it?

"Well, more than a crowd."

"But let's be human (...), shall we?

"This is still the highest class in the kingdom."

"Well...... That's, uh-huh. How can we manipulate mucus in a magical scripture filled with the wisdom of our high elves for over a thousand years? It was so tough... No, there's no personalized magic."

This guy...... Either way, you're starting to stick around. I mean, that was awkward.

Methius, the boulder fairy, also has a harrowing look, watching.

"They often say it's unique. But mucus magic is a temporary appearance. You can use this as a bubble to cleanse your body."

"... hmm!?

I just smiled a little bubble out of my hand, but I was terribly frightened.

That's when the carriage slowed down and stopped.

"Excuse me, sage. Dear Grecas, I'm in the middle of road work ahead and I'm stopping. Were you glad on this road?

Your lord Sebastian asks.

"Yeah, it's the right place."

From the window, a dozen Dwarves constructors want holes. I also see people and crowds with command and control like officials.

A few people look around at magical devices like the unfamiliar golem.

The crowd also sees a working-like half-elf or Dwarf men and strangely long-heared figures. Apparently that's the high elf.

"Sounds like some kind of construction though. Do you want to detour?

"... No, I'm fine here. Please stop. Looks like you're right around the corner."

I opened the carriage room (cabin) door and went down. Chuta and pram also follow later. Hemperoza hesitates to leave with her three high elf daughters.

There was a sign on the side of the road.

- Next-generation transport infrastructure development project. "Golem for Magic Driven Construction, Selected Test Venue"

"Ho, I work in a place that sounds a lot more interesting"

Continued