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

"Are you saying that you have discovered the magical secret of Sir Apras-A-Jill?

"I see one end of the principle...... no, I don't think so. I didn't understand it, but it means I found the possibility of how it works."

Lentomia replied with a euphemism. Support your chin with your fingertips in an ideological way.

"That doesn't sound easy."

"The magic of that man is not easy. I can't explain it well."

"Hmm? So you want to give it a try."

"With Soyuko. I just want to try to be a little bit pretentious."

"I see."

Did Lentomia understand the magic used by the president of the Magic Society? One end of it...... I guess I'm going to try something like principle for example.

"Whoa, hemperoza's homework is about to change."

"Oh, yeah."

The fruit on the tip of the spreading grass (...) broke pacably and the seeds spilled.

"... I could do it!

Hemperoza cheered as she struggled with the vial in "Spread Magic (Shrub Garden)" quite a while. I could see the seeds getting corny in the bottle.

"Well done!

Lentomia clapped and applauded.

"With the crawling grass, you can now control the fine movement. Thanks to Lentomia's guidance."

"Hey, I got the hang of it."

"It depends on the idea how to use Sprinkle Magic (Shrub Garden). But sometimes it helps to use things like now, so practice it."

"Yes!

Hemperoza who truly replies honestly.

"I'll give you another assignment next time. Well... it's Greg's turn next."

Turn around and take a distance from me.

"Ooh!

"Get ready. Just like Hempero, I'll have you put mucus or slime in the vial."

As the fairy fluttered up, she sat on Hemperoza's palm and waved.

"Sage Grecas, stay focused."

"Just stay away from Metti."

"The Shizuku of the sage Grecas's mucus magic (Sloudou) may fly."

"Evacuate!

Hemperoza and the fairy Metius sat on a shaded bench a little further away.

In the meantime, Lentomia had concentrated her consciousness and had begun to cast magic. It also looks like it's building up a complex magic circle that I've never seen and generating something.

Is that something I learned from the ritual magic of the president of the Magic Society?

Sir Apras A. Jill is the Lord Jen who reigns at the apex of the Royal Palace Wizards in Methanostat.

I usually have the impression of being a favorite with a white mustache, but my strength is immeasurable.

He comes from a family line that served the kingdom as a court wizard for generations, and was given a title by the kingdom, and usually presides over a great deal of 'ritual magic' within the royal castle for national patronage and guardianship prayers.

As a heavy town, he also has a serious trust from His Majesty the King and is the guardian of Her Highness Princess Snoovel (...).

My character as a wizard, my reputation and my trust don't even reach my feet.

But the whole picture of that magic is actually riddled with mystery.

For example, during the Demon King's War, it is said that he continued to protect the King's capital in even huge contiguities. It is astonishing to continue to maintain the "exorcism junction" that wraps up the city level for a long time.

With my magic powers, I am at my best in the defensive junction that encompasses the 'Hall of Wise Men'.

Perhaps the principle itself is different or the approach as magic is different.

Nevertheless, the juncture seems to be imperfect, and the special task force of the Demon King's Army, which has broken in and staged an ambush to abduct Her Highness Princess Snoovel in the Magic War, could not be prevented.

During the Battle of Super Dragon Drasilia, he infused a huge amount of magic into the power reactor to start and maneuver the Holy Sword Battleship - Ethereal (Fatimart) Silver (Platinum).

"All right, I'm ready. Fine, Greg."

"Let me go, Lentomia. I'll put a drop in the vial."

It's training, which is why we're going head-to-head here.

Precisely grasp distance, vial shape and spatial coordinates with our expert "Circle of Sovereigns". Immediately reflect and parameterize the information in the magical window in front of you, Tactics.

Perform ballistic calculations by giving those values to the supporting formula for ranged attacks - i.e. "Precision Induction (Critical) Strike Formula (Striker)".

Until this point, it is all carried out with an automatic chanting (autoload) combination using the "autonomous driving technique (apict)", which is completed in about ten seconds.

This time throw a chunk of 'Mucus Magic (Sloudou)' that emanates from my hand as a flying body, and guide and hit the falling orbit that depicts the parabola while fine-tuning it with a magic thread (Magiwire).

High-density, dynamic scanning (active scanning) of the Sovereign Circle is accurate, and there is no indication that Lentomia is interfering with it.

So far, everything's going well.

Set the expected drop point to a vial (...) seven merte away, then eject.

"Uri!

Let 'Mucus Magic (Sloudou)' emerge from your palm like a trick, spherical about 10 cm in diameter and throw it away.

And then, before you fall free...

"A vial is not necessarily"

Lentomia snaps.

"Hey, no!?

Beh. And the point where I drew the parabola and fell was a position where not a single merte fell from the vial.

Return gaze to Tactics.

The error with the target is… 0 cm merte. Hit (...). Thereafter, the error display indicates poor operation.

"What... this"

Neither the target capture nor the distance calculation is incorrect.

Besides, "Precision Induction (Critical) Striking Ceremony (Striker)" and Magic Yarn (Magiwire) induction was perfect. It's a magic that once inductively hit Lentomia's flame magic from 1,000 merte away.

It's impossible to missee the goal just seven mertes away, eyes and nose ahead.

"Didn't it hit you better to aim and throw normally?

Ironically speaking, you're absolutely right.

"What? Are you serious about Greg?

"Come on? I don't know what happened."

Hemperoza and the fairy Metius look amazingly at it.

"Illusion, is that phantom magic? No... then my connections can't be detected"

"It's not the magic of the Imagine Jammer system."

"I don't know, what kind of crap..."

"Mm-hmm. It proved my superiority, and I don't want to tell you"

Lentomia smiles a mean smile as she grows more confident.

If, hypothetically... this is against Lentomia, or the president of the Magic Society, Sir Apras A. Jill, I would have already been defeated at this point.

As with the battle between the Master Swordsmen (Serveria), there is the magic of first-hand confrontation between wizards. Even the Battle of Leicestria was against the rule. If this defensive junction hadn't worked, you would normally have left this world.

"Just a hint! Please."

Ask for shame here.

"I can't help it. Even if it's a story...... I wonder if that's what ants carried to their nests, that's like 'sugar but not sugar'"

"Carry to the nest... not sugar...?

I think it's meant to be a riddle, but maybe it's the right word.

Speaking of artificial (...) sugar, there was news that the artificial sweetener "magical fake sugar" was being sold in the alley of Wangdu.

Something seems to hint there.

"Ah... it's gone. Um, short duration. Greg, that's enough for today, okay?

Lentomia turns her gaze to the air near the vial and sighs, "Ah." Something in the air, no. I'm pretty sure I set it up in the space itself.

"I'll mock you, but I'll twist your head and think."

"Well, it's fun to see Greg's troubled face for a while."

"Uhn..."

7: 30 a.m. It's time to get ready to fly into the world tree.

Continued