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

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The Royal Library at noon had few users and was quietly quiet.

The air fills the lungs, intricately intertwined with smooth leather, pieces of wood and the smell created by the various back covers, which are used as backcovers over time with old ink.

The one called "supreme scent" where Grecas refers to it?

As Lentomia looked around the large building, a few back-to-school students were headed for books and notebooks at a shared desk near the center. The soft light over the rubbed glass plugs diagonally and the dust in the air shines like a fairy from time to time.

"Welcome, Miss Lentomia."

"Hey, Mariel."

Mariel, a perfectly familiar secretary, spoke quietly in front of the reception counter. He wears grey hair all the time and is dressed in a priestly blue uniform. I held a few books that were returned to the reception counter and looked like I was about to head to the bookcase.

She seemed to feel comfortable with Gugrecas as well, as the book lover became the secretary, wondering when she would be back from the world tree. He said he is preparing and waiting for a rare book of magic arriving from West Country Stralia and a new issue of the popular light novel in Wang Du.

"You know, I'm just looking for people."

"There are a few of them in the royal castle."

"Merihamel the Wizard, I wonder if he's here"

"Uh, yeah, then I saw you a while ago. It's probably the third viewing room upstairs."

"Thanks."

"Take your time"

Proceed through the vast building and turn right onto the third pillar supporting the ceiling. Climb the spiral staircase upstairs to the left end of the third viewing room.

The end, separated by walls and doors, was lined with bookcases surrounding a central browsing table. All the books are forbidden to be taken out with all the valuable specialties, mainly magic related books.

The thin windows are on the west wall and the light is inserted on the ground floor as well, dropping a dark shadow on the five browsing tables.

Not so big a browsing room, the intended person was quickly found.

Will it be past forty years old? Sharp eyes in the orbits falling on bald heads. He wears a long robe with a collar that hides his neck.

It's Melihamail, one of Methanostat's top wizards.

The nearest sorcerer to His Majesty the King. A man who specializes in defensive magic and has the highest ranking. The colour of the robe, as if proud of it, wears a silver-colored white robe.

But Lentomia was worthy that the magical power would never reach Grecas.

"Hello, Lord Merihamel"

"... Isn't this Lord Lentomia? I didn't expect to see you in such an unpopular place. I thought you might have heard from a student."

Licking gaze from top to bottom, with a sticky grin on his mouth.

He quickly extended his thin branchy arm to a nearby bookcase as he turned back to Lentomia and took a relatively new back-cover guide (Grimoire).

I find myself slightly uncomfortable with the motion of choosing one of the countless books without hesitation.

The opponent is the magician of Haiqian Mountain Thousand. Lentomia has also deployed defensive magic boundaries to the body surface without pulling them out before entering the library, but cannot be alarmed.

"Because plain clothes are easier"

"You shouldn't, if you're a Kingsguard with Her Royal Highness... Because of your adorable appearance, there is no such thing as majesty"

"I'm afraid it's a Kingsguard. I'm just a diner."

"Be modest. Aren't you a high wizard in the same position?"

An understated tone everywhere. But from the back of my throat, I can feel the evil high (rough) that can't be covered up.

Lentomia gets to the point without responding to any more of the chatter.

"I'd like to ask you one thing."

"Oh, I don't know if I can answer that."

"Have you been involved lately? You know, tangled up in a foreign wizard."

"Well... how was it? Because there is always some kind of magical interference in your position to protect His Majesty the King. Sometimes I pay them off."

You thought it was a magical Zen question, and you're ripping the answers off. Then he comes closer and lines up next to Lentomia, familiarly leaning over his shoulder and opening the book.

"More than that, you know this book?

"Oh, no..."

"It was just recently collected in a magic book. It was written down by a demon conductor selling it in the north. Abominably, very elusive. There's a strangely elaborate procedure... you see, it's interesting here and so on"

So Merihamel let him spread out a page with a thick magic book fitted with dark green leather work.

Sounds like some kind of magical instructions written in a special typeface inside.

"It's strange that even Lord Merihamel is elusive. Isn't it just deliberately difficult to write? This... is certainly a magical description of ancient Euclesian descent..."

"Oh, the boulder is Lord Lentomia, and the makeup is deep. The descriptions around" The Key to Great Wisdom, The Art of Sharing Magic "here were difficult to understand... and I've been on my feet a lot."

I feel my gaze from the side, but I can't get through if it's about the devil's eye.

Lentomia is more of an attack-specific surgeon than a defense, but he is confident that he will reverse it if it is about the same curse. Enough has been deployed against the magical kingdom. Whether you're up to something, or not, something's frigid. Do you dare to take advantage of their invitation here and pull out the information?

A savvy fingertip peeks through some of the books.

- Purifying crystal tone, simulating magic vegetables, similarly via, possession of the soul...

"That's definitely elusive"

"... can you read it? It seems to be a resonance ceremony that conveys the secrets and magic of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) without a word."

"Resonance… the formula"

"Yes, it is the essence of the magic that is necessary and important to receive the divine (...)"

My face is close and creepy. I don't want to get close to this guy physiologically.

I feel tingly uncomfortable in the back of my eyes.

"It's already here today, let's...?

"Oh, how have you been, Lord Lentomia?"

There was obvious pain in the back of his left eye.

Weird. The strings written in the book should not have been mixed up with highly biotoxic surgical formulas that would infect you if you read them. Merihamel's demon eye? Did you chant something? No, we could have detected it in the Enemy Circle. There was no sign that the magic was inspired.

This feeling is obviously... a curse.

Which means the cause is the magic book.

Zukin and deep areas hold your eyes without pain.

"Ah."

"Yes, I forgot to mention this book...... There was indeed a magical descriptive syntax hidden for special undercover work…. No matter what kind of connections you make, you can't prevent information from entering your sight. Sounds like a demonic sentence that planted anagrams using that mechanism...... hey? No way, didn't they notice?

Shit, it was late when I thought. They had a secret technique planted outside.

"Ku......!?

Hold your left eye against the stabbing pain and let it go.

"No way, Lord Lentomia, who is now even whispered as His Royal Highness's right arm, was not noticed? Do you feel bad? It's okay. Let's just sit there."

Merihamel brought his face closer as he held his body close to falling over the bookcase. I get a nasty grin without hiding from Nitaa.

"Release... do"

"Without saying so. Just like me, you'll soon be the one to give me the 'trust'."

"Dedicated......!

This is the trustee......!?

"Look, can't you hear me? The voice is - Ga:"... (Zazzle) Terminal (Terminal) Introduction Ceremony Intrusion. Forced Insertion Ceremony, Anchor Deployment... 25 Percent Progress... 'Ah, well, it's the gospel. "

Another voice leaked out of Merihamel's mouth.

Never heard of it, like a noise that can't be with a man or a woman, voice.

"Now I'm going to... plant a remotely operated technique..."

The pain gradually infiltrates from the back of the eye to the back of the neck. I gradually lose my voice to the feeling of being dominated by jitters and bodies.

"Oh, it's a boulder, Lord Lentomia! Quick to understand...... (Zach) -" My name is Zero Remote Enclade. The embodiment of wisdom that unites everything by making it a whole (...) of magic that connects the past and the future. Lost and led to the magical realm of glory of the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia). Walk with me and you will not be given the gospel... (Zazzling) 35 percent progress... '"

He pulls Lentomia's body and crawls his filthy fingertips into a thin neck that was a saving. Chills and headaches make me nauseous.

"Who... with you"

I thought I'd pour some killer flame magic into my body at close range, but in this intimate state, the same thing is possible for my opponent. Rather, a headache inhibits fast chanting and is an unfavourable situation.

I can't stop the infiltration of mysterious surgical ceremonies by chanting the obvious countervailing ceremonies in my head.

The first trigger was a suspicious book. But the magical technique of trying to dominate a part of the brain's area of thought is relaying and pouring into the hands of Merihamel, which touch Lentomia's skin.

As if it were a contact infection.

"It's just hard if you resist. Yes, we all just have to be one. Even if one's magic is small, for everyone to gain even greater strength... oh Lord Lentomia is young, he touches his skin directly already..."

"Do it..."

Nicha...... and tried to grab her ears with yellow teeth, then.

"Yikes......!?

Merihamel caught his hand as he screamed, lagging behind. Lentomia leaves with a welcome, pinching the table and facing each other. Merihamel was holding the tip of his right hand.

If you look at it, my fingertips are burned with acid.

"All......!? What the hell is that?"

'- Don't touch it with your filthy hands. This is mine. "

I heard a small voice from my shoulder cuddly.

When I see it, the pink water balls crawl out all the time and fly acid all the time.

"That deafening voice... sage Grecas...!

Merihamel grinds his teeth.

"Greslime, when..."

"- The library is my garden. Measures against worms (stains) that devour books and keep them lurking everywhere to prevent theft '

I'll say it all the time, but since when did it become Greg's?

'Cause if they find me, they'll be pissed off.

- Are you okay, Lentomia?

"It's a little painful"

It sends its voice through remote communication from the far world tree and via the greslime.

It's probably not normal voice-magic communication because it's easier to locate the greslime.

"- Slime in my ear because I'm going to do the countermaneuver. If it's an ancient Euclesian curse, I'm taking care of it too. Stop the invasion and de-curse

"I feel... I'm sorry"

Put grease lime over left ear loosely on. and I could hear the chant of an unfamiliar spell. It drew a magical circle in his head, slowing the curse's progression.

"This is what gets you in the way!

Merihamel protruded his arms and inspired magic. Indoor air changes all at once. I'm going to put Lentomia under control here even if I violate the taboo of banning the use of magic.

Lentomia takes distance as she stretches her boundaries.

"But I got my tail, Greg."

"- Oh, reinforcements are on their way over now... don't worry"

"I touched Lord Lentomia's soft skin."

The moment I dew my desire, Merihamel blew up directly beside me.

"Gah!"

Break through one of the bookcases and hit your back on the next and stop. A magnificent book buried the body of a collapsed magician. The dust rose and blocked sight, but there was a silhouette of a supple woman across the entrance.

"What I did made me contraindicated in the library. So you have to be careful for a while."

"Leistoria......!

Continued