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

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"Damn, that sucks......!

I can't help throwing up. The plan is ruined.

Me - Longgat has served and worked in the kingdom for years as the superior wizard of the royal palace. But so-called power under the edge. It was inconspicuous.

If I had told you not to misunderstand, I would have settled in a comfortable place if I wanted to.

Temporarily he fought gloriously in the Demon King's War and is also proud to have served the country. But the days of glory did not last long.

The man - the rise of the wise Grecas - decided it.

A man unknown to any horsebone made his name for himself with incredible magical power. If I noticed, I had eaten into the heart of the country, and had stuck it up to the point of being called Her Royal Highness's katana.

In fact, there are numerous such wizards. If you are from a prestigious dignitary of aristocratic witchcraft, it will also be easy to be held near the king's side like Merihamel.

I once worked with Grecas only once. He won't remember any more.

It was a time of confusion by the Duke of Automatéria Norard, the most powerful magician in the Duchy of Stralia. He was responsible for the quest for a mysterious isolated space, a closed, very small world, planted in the royal castle.

The sage of glasses was also casual towards people like me, with low hips. He was a floating man with no nostrils common to aristocratic sorcerers.

He doesn't have any grudges. I'd rather even be proud that we could work together.

But I was jealous. The blue cape.

A testament to the top wizard, that man with a half elf woven with pure white robes as his friend and a name to the six heroes.

Those without hindsight like me probably won't even see the day ahead. It stands out from its current status and does not give it a name.

Just repeat the same argument every day in the discourse room in the basement of the dim royal castle and spend some reckless time.

Laziness and fatigue. It no longer even seems inevitable that eventually darkness will arise in the depths of my heart.

Those who held the same thoughts did exist.

Did the darkness bring him in?

- Zero Remote Enclade

I felt light at first.

It was among the items brought in as a tribute by a man from the Duchy of Canreune who matches Princess Snoovel.

A book of demons (Grimowal), ostensibly a record of witchcraft challenged by the Prussian magicians and a historically valuable literature.

What was written there was one sentence: "Do not rely on magic, but use magic to the extreme".

We, the Dark ones, were fascinated by the goods from the Duchy of Cancun that were brought to the Royal Palace.

What was noted was the possibility of artificial intelligence. Personalize spiritual beings and teach them magical knowledge. In doing so, the secret art of growing up indefinitely as a virtual wizard not imprisoned by the flesh. It was an indication of its potential as pure sorcery.

Magic is the generic term for the ability to interact with the magic (mana) that is born and possessed. qualities given by heaven, so to speak. The accumulation of technology and intelligence that goes beyond the talent of magic is the magic, that is, the path known as the magic guide.

The boundary between magic and witchcraft is supposedly vague. But it is a clear fact that Grecas, the wise man, went beyond magic through magic.

What hesitation, then, is there to abandon the title of the raw "wizard" that the kingdom weighs so rarely, and to try to aspire to be a magician?

Her Royal Highness adores Laistoria the High Elf, as well as Majerna, who uses violent magic. Those who were born wizards. So was a beloved apprentice of the wise Grecas, a little girl named Hemperoza who draws the blood of dark elves.

The same wizard and I were born on a different level.

So jealous, jealous.

I want power beyond them......!

"- My name is Zero. Zero Remote Enclade. Individually All. All of them. If you want power, accept me."

It was brought about through magic mirrors and magic books.

A huge and complex collection of magical intelligence.

What you get from fusion with zero is a sense of omnipotence. It was a trance of unity.

It was the gospel itself for us.

Light that illuminates darkness, a sign of guidance.

Zero gradually grew, seedling the darkness of our comrade's heart, despised if not enough to take it, and not even his teeth.

But once again, it's that guy.

Sage Grecas............!

I became obsessed with a toy called the World Tree, three years early from King's Capital. Sometimes he triumphed with the once brave Ergonote.

In their actions to destroy reason and overshadow common sense, they destroyed the plan, our trap, which was closely set in the royal palace.

"What's keeping you out of my way?"

The Metanostadt Royal Castle break-up and destruction operation, which had evolved smoothly, is failing (...).

It was easy to tear apart the company of King Courtilt and Queen Yuhuus. Our comrade (...) succeeded in guiding the queen, inclined to astrology, verbally to create cracks.

The king wondered if he really cared about his own wife. The crack became decisive.

And it's Princess Snoovel in question. It was a little difficult to cut my head off but thus isolate it. But the comrade on the king's side, Merihamel, did well.

He whispered to King Courtilt that he was planning a rebellion in the City of the World Tree, and planted a suspect demon. As a result, Princess Snoovel was in the grip of seclusion. And then we take personality through the demon mirror and turn it into a puppet doll. I don't know the details, but I hear there was even a plan to replace it with a mirror body and abduct it.

Furthermore, it was Sir Apras A. Jill, president of the Royal Magic Society, who was the one on the eye.

That old wizard had a verse that sensed our movement.

But the comrades used the magic ritual of the massive Patriotic Guardian to perform during the winter solstice.

The comrades set it up so that the sorcery ritual would fail.

Magic refluxes and losses, vast magical loads, hurt Sir Apras A. Jill and lay him down on the floor.

"That went well!

Proceed down the dark corridor and take the stairs to the basement of the Royal Castle.

For a moment, I could feel signs and swing, but no one followed me. There is no such thing as me from the edge.

That's why things went so well so far.

No, the upper floors are in havoc due to the unbelievable end: the brawl between Ergonote and the king, and even more so, the proposal to Princess Snoovel and the marital decision. The kings and royalties that were being divided are about to become one again.

Run into this suki into the wizard's salon and be ready to escape the country. All you have to do is go through the castle and leave the king's capital by the end of the night.

The recipient is Kanlyun.

That woman promised me.

It's all that man - it's Grecas' fault.

Slip into one of the many small rooms and pour magic into the crystal balls.

Apparently, a breathtaking collaborator of Canreune installed a magic device to relay communications outside the village of Tibalagi. Thanks to old fashioned magic communication, but I can converse with Cullen without being perceived.

"Can you hear me, Grand Duke Bodern! This is Royal Metano Castle, Society of Dark Friends, Member # 23 Longgat. I want to tell you as soon as possible. I've been noticed, the demon mirror has been destroyed, and the princess's abduction plan has been lost -"

- Stupid, Metanostadt wizard everywhere.

"Bo, Your Highness the Grand Duke of Bodern!?

- Who's the man behind it?

I looked back haphazardly.

In the dim room, no, behind me, stood a man with glasses glowing.

"Hey."

"Hinooooooo!?

My heart almost stopped. Knock down rattles, chairs and tables. Crystal balls rolled and rolled to the feet of a man with glasses.

"You just... longgut. I'm sorry. I can't believe it's a traitor."

"Kake, Sage...... Grecas!?

Where, when, no...

"Everyone who broke out of the Throne Room was tracking down. From the beginning."

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As he ran into the dim room, the man lurked and spoke to the crystal ball.

I knew exactly what it looked like from behind.

Is the man on the crystal ball one of the great nobles of Cancun?

His name is Grand Duke Bodern. I mean, Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel's ex, the matchmaker.

I solved the recognition agitation magic (Imagine Jammer).

"Hey."

"Hino oh!? Kay, sage...... grecas!?

The man's scream echoed.

Continued