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

"A gift for me...?!?

Paddleshiff boy has the look of being incredible.

"Yes, it's a special gift from Sage."

- A gift from the wise man.

You would think that when you hear it this way in the public, it would be a sawdust amazing piece of magic, or a special happy piece of magic......

"Good luck. Good for you, Paddleshiff"

"Ugh, yeah!

Robbery in a maid smiles naturally and gently hands on both shoulders of the paddle shiv. It looks more like a guardian, a sister than an entourage.

"Sage Grecas, don't let it get to you!

"Right, I'll announce... Dallara, Jahn"

I took two tickets out of the desk in the office.

"Tickets...... are you?

Peek into the two tickets as Fairy Metius flies.

Nothing is printed on thick paper the size of which hides in the palm of his hand, and only the engraving of the king's capital Metanostadt is pressed.

It is a special piece of paper that is meant to be used for tickets to the Magic Train, passing through magic tools that perform printing. The engraving itself is specially enchanted to prevent counterfeiting. Tickets to and from the World Tree and the Wang Capital are expensive at the moment, though scratches on the balls.

"Well, watch. From here."

Brace your hands and pour magic with MagiWire. Then, Jiji...... letters floated along with the little sounds that vibrated with Jiji.

I handed my finished specialty tickets to Paddleschiff and Robbery.

"What is this...? Huh!?"

"Stunning. It's amazing......!

The two looked at the letters on the ticket and turned their eyes round.

- Sage's Hall, Special Invitations. Excursion flight cruises, with two meals per night!

"Yes! Two people invited to my mysterious sage hall!

"Well, is that what you mean......, ugh"

Fairy Metius sits on my shoulder and smiles.

"Numerous magical and mysteriously colored secret halls, many wizards pay up front, even if they want! I would invite you to such a private residence!? And enjoy your dinner and a pleasure flight! The destination would be the king's capital, but it would be the desert Israelis, but it would be the marinoserese of the South... fly all the way to the place you want"

Raise your arms high and leak a hoo-ha and a laugh.

"Wow!? Awesome! Hey, Robbery!

"Confused. Are you sure it's good?

"Of course, you can always call me on the day you want, but don't let me know beforehand."

"Yes! Thank you!

Paddleshiff grabbed the ticket looking important and smiled and thanked him.

"Where do you want to go or do you want to go?

Fairy Metius flies flickering and alternates his right and left fingers in front of the boy's eyes. East or west, I don't care where there is hope.

The paddle shiv, thinking slightly with his lips tied, turned his eyes straight to me, as he eventually decided to.

"I'd like to go to the Kingdom of Richtalia."

"Richtalia......?

"Yes, I haven't been home since my illness healed... If you go back to the mansion where you used to live about your father, you might remember something..."

"It's difficult. It's very difficult."

Robbery is confused. Surely there are circumstances in my hometown where I can never go back. Although I don't know how far Paddleshiff is informed and understandable.

"No... Even a wise man can't do that?

"Hmmm......"

The Kingdom of Richtalia of the Union of Stralian Mountain Countries. It is also the home of the father of Paddlesif, the Duke of Automatéria Norard.

A small country in the West, dominated by one of the oldest bloodlines in the world and conveying a unique old magic system. Going there involves danger a little further up.

I'm lost in response.

The Duke of Nollard made a leap around various schemes against the backdrop of his magical powers and his immense wealth as a Duke's house. The guy who visited the country as a messenger to the Kingdom of Metanostadt was like an intelligence agent. Since the first meeting at the Royal Castle, there have also been several conflicts.

He was also said to have had connections with Zordaxzaian, a secret society of wizards rooted in the Union of the Straddling Countries.

He plotted, worked, and tried to take the world tree and the ancient relics and treasures hidden there from Metanostadt. But all of that was to resuscitate my son - Paddlesif - who was in a state of temporary death due to illness.

After the destruction of the magical secret society Zoldakuszaian, the Kingdom of Richtalia, hoping to improve its relations with the Kingdom of Metanostadt, banished the Duke of Automateria Norard as a rebel.

The Kingdom of Metanostadt secretly hired that man, with a rare talent, as a magic advisor, to work for a certain purpose. Namely - it is an exploration of 'Bubble Absorber', a mysterious very small subspace that was dotted around the Royal Castle of Metanostadt.

The soul soul of his son (Paddlesif), whose soul was free from the state of provisional death and whose death was at last imminent, had been imprisoned by Bubble Abzoba.

The great quest for danger and risk would have turned out to be also a journey for the Duke of Automatéria Norard in search of his son's soul.

Eventually, the Duke of Automatéria Norard, who found the thread of resurrection, reached a certain way.

It is an infusion of life by Dragon Man's blood.

A drop of blood that produced the plum, an artificial life form. The Duke of Norad laid his eyes on the magic of its infinite possibilities.

So I had to fight.

To protect the prams, and to keep the villages of the Dragon Men (Draguns) out of the scourge of war.

The Duke of Automatéria Norard unleashes the full power of 'ancient magic'.

With the remnants of Zordaxzaan, he transformed into a huge dragon - a herd of arc dragons - and clashed with me on the plains on the north side of the king's capital.

No, me and my people, to be exact - the wizards of the kingdom, including Lentomia, the Knights with the 'Mass Produced (Producer) Thunder Sword (Sandaguard)', and the Royal Army, which needs a new golem.

And Chuuta with the treasure sword of the Royal Isravian family, "The Dawn of the Thunder God (Sandagart) (Horzot)" - former Prince Algort also joined the war. It was just total force.

On the face of it is the sweep battle of the Zordaxzaian remnants of the army.

The battle was extremely harsh, even if not as harsh as the Battle of Superdragon Drasilia.

A dozen wizards bearing the strongest names activate 'ancient magic', one after the other, using their own flesh as a catalyst.

It has transformed itself into an epic dragon, challenging the battle.

After an awesome death fight, it ended up being a battle between me and the Duke of Automatériel Nollard.

So I analyzed it as my last trump card, and activated the "pseudo-ancient magic" that I had met. I succeeded in turning myself into a giant slime and disabling his arc dragon.

So with the help of my people's attacks, I managed to defeat them.

That's three years ago now.

During his death, the Duke of Automatéria Norard dared to perform the last magic that catalyzed his life.

He transformed his body into an arc dragon into a dragon equivalent by layering it with "ancient magic". A magical two-step change is an irreversible art of doom.

But with the magic of abandonment, his greatest wish was fulfilled.

He squeezed the blood out of himself and filled the vessel, and he entrusted it to me. And I breathed out on my own.

- The only good enemy (competitor) in my life, I want you to save my son with this...

Leave it at that.

Oh man...... And I, the hobbyist, am going to make another contraindication.

The "red pills" that Paddleshiv is supposed to have in his hands are what I gave them to people.

It is a secret drug made in the same way as the medicine of Pram, and a life-extending medicine. It is also a life-threatening medicine that you must continue to take once a week for the rest of your life.

However, the amount of paddle shiv that can stay healthy there is assured.

I can never tell you that it squeezed out my father's life itself.

So this is how I look at Paddleshiff. I have a duty to see it through.

The resurrection from the abyss of death seems to have no previous memories in Paddleshiff than when he was in a state of provisional death.

About my father, about my hometown.

He says he just remembers blurring and blurring.

"Richtalia... that's a little far. There is also 300 kmerte further west of Israel in the desert country. It's gonna take me three days to fly."

"Oh, right..."

A soggy paddle shiv.

"But for example, if you live in our hall and become a disciple..."

"Sage Grecas! You shouldn't!

"Ouch!?

When I said it, he slapped the fairy Methius on the side. I miss Hemperoza so much these days. I just wanted a cute apprentice.

"The South. That's right! How about a sea country you've never been to?!?

When Robbery rushed to suggest, Paddleshiff also often thought about it and nodded.

"Right, warm country, I like the south...... I want to see the sea!

"Smile. That's good."

Chapter Complete