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

"Lord Merihamel, that's it. Depending on what you're doing, you're guilty of treason."

Leistoria sends a warning to the wizard who underneath a large number of books, and floats a light sphere over his palm. It was clear that it was the inescapable attack magic of the Magea Barrett system. Instead of being powerless, I don't even hate killing, showing off that attitude.

"... go, go, go... do this to me, Your Majesty's Kingship's Kingsguard... you think you can just do it, Leistoria!

Melihamail exposes her anger as she wakes her torso.

"Take the blame for disturbing the silence of the sacred library. But now the priority is to eradicate the pests that nest in the castle."

"but soak it with pests......!

"Didn't you entrust yourself to the magic of incompetence and disturb His Majesty the King?

"Hey, what's in evidence like that..."

I say and turn my gaze to Lentomia. It has no effect that I was expecting and it has not even fitted in during surgery. Obviously decursing (dispelling) the book trap.

"I have something to ask you."

"Ku... Huh!

Students, clerks, and other court wizards have gathered for something, to the sounds and voices that resonated in the hall.

What they saw there was Merihamel, the closest of His Majesty the King, crashing into a bookcase and buried in a book. Confronted is the Kingsguard of His Highness the Princess, Lentomia on the top wizard Leistoria. I see how their unusual conflict is, and they are all standing in surprise and confusion uniformly.

"I'm the witness. I heard about the evil conspiracy you spoke of with these ears. That's not all. Sage Grecas also stole a record of the magic ceremony that was planted through the slime... it wasn't, I recorded it, so I can't escape it."

Rentmia recovers from the curse and clings to the greasy lime she put on her palm. Little jelly-like life forms were made to lurk in the castle as Grecas' magical information terminal.

"Rest in peace, you mean..."

Merihamel drops his shoulder.

Lentomia escapes from the art, and even Grecas the wise man asks, there is no longer any escape.

More terrifying than anything else is Leistoria. Raistria, who is constantly calm and does not change her expression, is staring at her with anger in front of her (...).

The sharpness of the demonic eye, the impending eyesight that is about to be cursed, can only be silenced by the servant Merihamel. Unlocking the offensive magic for counterattack, which was secretly exciting while buried in the book, Leistoria also gripped the light sphere.

Merihamel raises his hands just to surrender and clean up the book that was on his head. The urgency that was filling the browsing room eases.

"Are you all right, Lentomia"

A beautiful elf witch cares about Lentomia.

"Yeah, honestly, it would have been dangerous if it hadn't been for Grey's curse (dispel). I can't believe there's such a magical trap..."

He looks pale, but stands beside Leistoria with a firm foothold.

"Didn't you just put in the exploration? I can't believe I'm suddenly attracting my destiny. I'm not impressed with such unlucky behavior, and above all, impotent."

"Maybe. But I knew you'd come."

"Lentomia"

Eyes bordered by long lashes stare at the terminal face of the half elf. A slight emotion comes to mind that I'm relieved.

"I'm sorry for the good vibe."

Greslime rang a tingle with a tall voice. Lentomia and Leistoria blush without a pattern.

"The curse I tried to get into Lentomia...... I mean, I tried to untie all the magic ceremonies that were planted in the book"

"The boulder grey is fast, what do you got?

"Decrypting it all is going to take a lot of time, but I've got an idea of what I've been looking for"

"May I tell you something, sage Grecas"

Raistria asks.

'It's a clever trap indeed. It seems to be a magic ceremony that slips through magic barriers and creates a back door (back door) in the mental area. It's similar to psycholeptic, demonic, but... it's just like introductory (...), prelude (prelude). To bring in something else from the hole. "

"You're scary. I couldn't resist an unusual curse."

Looks like Sage Grecas quickly unraveled one end of the secret.

No one goes to the right of the wise man to analyze the magic that has been captured. If you touch the opponent's magic formula, even in battle, you will instantly analyze it and find the thread of the attack.

'It's odd to take over the body and put in a manipulation ceremony. No, you're not. Probably like a virtual personality, like a pseudo-spirit soul...... Is that the art of keeping consciousness and memory intact, talking from behind, twisting and bending the direction of thought? I don't have the skill to exchange it if I get into the person's unconscious. It sounds like the voice of my heart. Should it also be called compulsory possession that was planted in the book to bring those surgical ceremonies into the brain'

Is Grecas immersed in analytical work or is he keeping talking about something with the bumps?

"... that is, reading a passage written in a magic book forms a magical path in the brain from which authentic magic is sent in. And then he manipulates his thoughts and actions without realizing it. You mean like that."

"Oh, Lentomia, that's what I wanted to say, fuhaha"

"Already."

"The trap is that the wizard is the target?

Raistria asks Greslime.

'Right. If the other person is a wizard, it's a trap. Use the knowledge of the magic formula remembered in reverse for maximum effect with a small number of chanting characters. For example, if you hear the phrase "open the gates of the moon", if you have the knowledge of magic, you will probably think of a magical circle surrounded by a basic double circle. That kind of associative game-like principle. "

"I see, how you look at the anagrams planted in a book and induce magic into the other person's brain,"

'I guess Leistoria's guess. But now it's like my reverse osmosis (virus) autonomous drive formula (appct), who thought the bump......'

"Virus? What is that?"

Later, Grecas listens to the magic trick that slipped through his mouth, and Leistoria asks.

"Oh, never mind because it's about the 'malicious magic' that Greg uses"

'Don't say bad things about people, Lentomia. The supreme magical art, the nice mechanism that breaks into the opponent's magical circle and generates mass replication of itself is exactly when the virus...'

"Next time, let me talk to you slowly."

"Geho geho"

"But, Greg. When I was about to be invaded by a magic ceremony, I saw it."

"What did you see?

"Cold hands. I'm getting a frightening hand. The other guy... evil spirits? Yeah, no. More human smelling, more complex like a lump of desire, greedy...... Something like a wizard's spirit, like a piece of shit that doesn't work, but doesn't really work anymore."

"A wizard without reality?

"Like a complex fusion of wills, a mass of wills? Although I'm not sure."

Lentomia holds down her uncomfortable right eye and shakes her head.

"Zero Remote Enclade"

Merihamel rose out of a bunch of books stacked tall and squeaked as he stacked several books on a nearby table.

"What?"

I'm surprised you know that name.

Shows surprise as the grease lime stretches up and down.

"It was I who listened to the voice of that person and disturbed the will of the divine and false King. The trust… it was the source of God's will that dwelt in me and named me the Spirit of the Prophet Zero Remotia Enclade"

"Oh, my God."

"The wizard of the immortal is a prophet."

I shrug my shoulders like Lentomia shrugged.

"As Lord Lentomia felt, that's probably an overall consciousness (...). Magical consciousness similar to evil spirits, resentful spirits, or pseudo-spirits (Millian Seoul). A wizard without reality."

'Right......! I see. Maybe the wizard in the dark is a fictional mental body'

"fictional...... wizard"

"While you know so much, why did you entrust yourself to such an inexperienced thing?

As Leistoria stuffed up, the middle-aged wizard gave himself a mocking look on his wrecked face.

"It was comforting... I felt open in front of me by accepting it. Great magical wisdom, feeling of sharing magic power......! I was good at this, perhaps, what the magicians of the millennial empire (Southern Pedia) had felt. What was gained by integrating with the source of magic, the whole body of knowledge, was a sense of omnipotence. Plus, the relief of being with someone all the time, and... the exhilaration of not even being able to stop! Got it all."

Merihamel who opens his eyes, distorts his trance and mouth and confesses.

"You look like an addict."

"It could be. But Lord Lentomia. That's why I wanted to share it with you too... give this enjoyment a wonderful feeling"

Gray vain eyes reflect a young and beautiful half elf.

"I don't like it, I refuse."

Lentomia threw a disgusting glance at the darkness of the wizard's heart of her colleague.

'But we finally got to the point. Why is there an unidentified, unseen wizard out there who will be "Zero Remote Enclad"...... He gets infected one after the other. I'm crossing my mind. "

Continued