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

Finally, the second turn.

Next time Leistoria attacks again, it's my turn to take it.

It's a word that Manuferno would love to hear, but it's an undisputed serious battle.

The courtyard of the Royal Castle of Metanostadt was shading. The golden colour of the sunset is painted in contrast with the dark dark colour with which the shadows weave.

It is Leistoria who is illuminated by the light and wraps a brilliant glow.

Skin as beautiful as white magnet, and long silver hair, even golden due to the tilted sunlight.

By contrast, I'm standing on the side of the shadow.

Besides, he's like a Phantom lurking in the dark, paired with a cloak of dark blue sage in his dark hair. Maybe he looks like he only glowed his glasses at the side.

Light, shadow, and symmetrical courtyards were constructed to face each other.

What does it look like to Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel, who is quietly on a special balcony seat on the fourth floor overlooking the courtyard?

"In response to the attack of Lord Leistoria, Lord Grecas blinded his opponent and attacked him from a blind spot."

"It's like light and darkness, two really targeted people."

"A showdown between a brilliant silver wizard and a dark magician (...), something like that"

"Though the Kingsguard who protects His Highness the Princess, I didn't know it would be different by now..."

Large audiences on the lower balcony are also showing excitement for unexpected performances (...).

"I'm sure each one of you is strong"

"But I don't want to turn either of them around just to the enemy"

"I agree."

The court wizards are not the only ones. You heard the rumors, and you were starting to see the wizards of the military. Everyone of them shares their thoughts watching the confrontation.

I was also feeling strange and comfortable.

They realize again that they prefer to travel through the cool shade to the heat bitterness of walking in the sun.

The dimness of the Magic Society's talking room (salon) and the smell of mold (mold). Scent of dust and old ink behind the Royal Library. The comfort lurking in those shadows kept my head calm.

"Okay, I'll come."

"Soften your hands"

Leistoria reaches very horizontally. I've suddenly unleashed super-maximum magic in the first turn, so next time you can see it unleashing equal or more magic.

Unexpectedly, he develops sixteen layers of "The Wise Man's Boundary".

Besides, the countermeasure (...) hand has already been struck.

Magic ceremony that inhibits the action of magic circles, on the verge of magic excitation. The so-called "reverse osmosis (virus) autonomous driving technique (apict)" was contaminated (...) with fragments scattered around Leistoria during the earlier golem raid.

The duration is about five minutes. Now deactivated, but in the meantime Leistoria reacts and activates the magical power of drawing magical circles to the ground.

In other words, the magic of Leistoria fails.

I look forward to seeing what the high elves on the soot face will look like.

It makes me want to laugh unexpectedly, but hold my glasses up with my fingertips all the time.

And that was then.

"Aye, wait."

The referee, Sir Apras A. Jill, president of the Magic Society, raised his right hand quietly.

The old wizard, accumulating a white jawbeard, wore a large hat on his head and a white robe decorated with silver thread. We are still developing a special closed junction that wraps up the entire battlefield.

"Something, Lord Aphrase."

Raistria, who was about to enter the magical excitement, stopped her hand. And he turns to his body and asks quietly.

"I've waited for you!?

"The Chief of the Magic Society said something?

Confused voices also rise from the balcony's viewing area.

"No, it was the attack of Lord Grecas earlier. It looked like he attacked twice in a turn."

Giku.

"Oh, yes...?

It does depend on where the magic counts as an attack, but I did use mucus magic at the same time in addition to golem-generated magic.

I say as I stroke my white beard with wrinkled, but bloody hands.

On purpose, the audience was bothered.

"If you ask me that..."

"If the attack of the Golem is to be a single attack, then the attack immediately after from Lord Leistoria's feet will count for the second time, won't it?

"Then Lord Grecas' disobedient loss?

"Uho, still a despicable ho!

"Fuhi, defiant loser fuho!

The twin wizards of the Kings rise from the balcony upstairs.

Well, I can't help being mean here.

I don't want to have a blatant fight, but I definitely don't want to win either.

I confronted him in a way I was good at, but that's a particular point in view of the rules. Honestly admit no here, it would be better to apologize with a smile, without any mud on His Highness's face, and with a good heart certificate.

"Ah... excuse me. You did have two attacks. Something I did. I'm so sorry. I acknowledge the non- and declare my defeat"

I raised my hand and complained so.

And he smiles with his cheeks and waves around.

"I just admitted it."

"What a shame...... too bad I wanted to see your next hand too"

"Well, it's your game, I'll see what I can do"

From the audience, roaring, unfortunate twists also cross.

Dark magicians are despicable. If you get too many dirty images, your family may be annoyed too.

From the look of Leistoria's eyes, I even feel like my life is in danger next time.

It's a good idea to leave here.

"Well. If so, how about Lord Leistoria?

"Yes, please continue"

- Na no......!?

"Holy shit? They say we can keep going like this?

"Yep."

Raistria nods small with a firm face. Sir Apras A. Jill also lifts his fuzzy eyebrows white and looks at Leistoria's face.

"... for the first time in a long time, His Royal Highness gave me much to fear the opportunity to hit the magic with all our might. It's a shame to end such a good time."

Isn't it the first time that cold, faceless high elf has revealed his feelings or feelings?

Have you "enjoyed" your confrontation with me by so long?

This also passed through confusion and surprise on the spot and eventually quieted back down.

"But after the rules."

The magic keeper and president of the Magic Society, who also presides over the magic and order of justice, gives a somewhat puzzled look.

"So at least Lord Grecas can take my next magic or not. Can't we just let that fight go on?

Leistoria speaks like a waster. I was surprised by this, too.

Looking up, Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel nodded small in the fourth floor seat.

I hear Sir Apras-A-Jill has weakened his eyesight in recent times, but he must have been confirmed by far-sighted magic (zoomies).

"... hum. Do you mean the reward (...) given by His Highness the Princess to the Lord, who has always dedicated and served everything physically and mentally? If so, it would be ruthless to end it without a bottom."

"Thank you"

"The game will be recorded as Lord Grecas' 'disobedient loss'. Then I'll only allow it to continue once more. No. So you don't mind?

I can't take it as this way more than I've been told. The audience is turning their gaze to us.

"Do you mind if I?

Ooh! And the applause and cheer boiled.

"... some sort of surgical fragment scattered around me by Lord Grecas. Does this have a magical inhibitory effect? Well... this doesn't count for an attack."

- Were you noticed?

Confronting Leistoria is as faceless as ever. Without loosening his mouth, he stares at me with a half-eyed gaze.

But it never seemed like a rap.

"Don't you look a little happy?

But instead of responding, Leistoria lifted her arms and pointed her thin fingertips this way.

I'm going to shoot your heart out now.

"Uh...?

- This is scary!?

Continued