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

"You want to have a belt...? Lentomia."

I looked at my half elf partner with incredible thoughts in Russia.

"Well. If I watched Greg seem happy, I'd be jealous."

"I'm glad it affected you in a good way."

"The truth is... I wanted to be happy with Greg"

I can stare at you with a stiff eye. Long lashes that edge emerald-colored eyes, beautiful, lustrous young grass hair. While I increase my youth-like rigour, I even feel the colour in the shadows that leave me with the obnoxiousness of my boyhood. I notice that the adjectives are changing, not only cute but beautiful, and my heartbeat is faintly bouncing.

"Hey... let it go"

"I'm just kidding."

"It won't be stylish when you say it. I'm worried about people (...), so let's go to the room. Let me talk to you there."

"Yeah."

From the other side, Manuferno saw how we were, and he got his thumbs up all the time.

Welcome, recommendation, take your time. And it says on his face.

- I want to.

I brought Lentomia into the upstairs study to escape from the eyes - the delightful gaze of Manuferno. Exchanging hugs of faith love before letting them sit on the couch.

"Phew, it's safe here."

"Just the two of us."

"Whoa. Let me talk to you."

Lentomia, half-elf partner who grew up to be a beautiful young man who only looked like a cute girl, when he was only a boy, and with a combination of vigour. Make it one of the most powerful wizards in the Kingdom of Metanostadt, an important being who is also my benefactor, my master of magic.

Black history lying between Lentomia and me...

I can't help but think back.

Because it is true that there were times when the desire to be bound was not a joke (...).

This is how you can face your relationship with Lentomia, the black history you were sealing, the memories of the past you wanted to erase, because now that you are married and have children.

Once, I was in love with Lentomia.

In short, I had romantic feelings.

I tell you without misunderstanding, Lentomia only looked like a beautiful girl, so it was impossible for me, 16, to feel that way. Yeah, but I don't have a choice.

I had just moved to another world and I was scared of anxiety and fear, not knowing my right or my left. It was Lentomia who illuminated such a lost lamb's anxious heart with a gentle and warm light.

At first he did not speak words satisfactorily and struggled with communication of will. But thanks to the beautiful girl in the half elf (...) who kindly taught me magic, which gradually allowed me to put my words and heart through.

The magical talent that slept in me. He found it and taught me how to use magic. Magic communication of will, translation magic (Yakutus) is now available, and communication of will between each other has become exceptionally easier.

"More between the eyebrows (here), in an image that gathers light"

"Oh, oh, oh."

And because of the properties of teaching magic, there were also many skins that layered hands and kept the body close. It didn't take as long for the kind half elf beautiful girl to change from being concerned to "liking".

"Shh, I like it."

"Yeah, me too."

Confessing that we like each other, what both thoughts. I am so happy to rise and step up from my mentor to more than friendship in love.

According to the statute of limitations, Lentomia and I kissed for the first time.

Now I think it's a laugh, but I really liked it and had romantic feelings, but it was a natural flow. Oh, I want to die.

Whatever it was, the two, united by a strong bond, became wonderful, strongest teacher combinations and lovers to each other. It undeniably worked in its favor to survive the harsh circumstances of the Demon King's War.

Lentomia, the wizard of attack attributes, and I (Grecas), specializing in defensive and agitational magic. The two fought in a breathtaking magical collaboration, keeping each other's backs.

It was the role of the rear guard, the wizard team, to support the avant-garde team of Ergonote and Faria and Luroni, who were one side of the brain-muscle power push. We were able to share roles successfully and move the fight forward in our favor, probably because we were more than willing to think of each other.

Our relationship has deepened.

But one day, I finally realized that Lentomia was a boy. Well, I can't tell you the details, but that's the thing.

'... that?

"Yan......"

I want you to imagine how I feel. Confusion and despair that you were being deceived. The sense of self-derision and weakness that this person was mistaken at will.

But gender doesn't matter because you like it! An unwavering feeling that pierces love.

For a while, my feelings shook violently.

"Amphibious. Half elves have ambiguous gender until puberty. I can be either. '

"Oh, really?"

"Love. So no problem. Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu '

It was an unparalleled manuferno who told me such a euphemism with a nice grin.

No matter the misinformation, it made me feel better.

After various grinding and extra bends, they are now tied together in a strong "yu-jie" with each other.

If I did now, Ergonote and Faria, who were traveling with me, also said, "That's a boy," he oddly cared about me and didn't tell me what would be good if he told me a word.

At first, I was a Gentile with very little words, the first friend I could get through my mind. That was Half Elf's Beautiful Girl (Right Beautiful Boy) Lentomia, so warm that friendship.

, I want to watch softly. He was such a needless concern.

Well.

There was a dark shadow that kept me and Lentomia watching "Soothing Friendship" from behind.

It's a manuferno that I've always stuck with.

My first impression at the time we met was, to be honest, not a very good one. Suitable lowered hair for thick bottle bottom glasses. Shady Ca laughing buffooly from time to time as she bumps into herself. I could have mentioned people, too. She wasn't my in-laws, but she was a girl who felt like, "You don't want to get too involved with each other."

Speaking of what Manuferno was doing, observing my relationship with Lentomia - extremely platonic pure love - he noted, sometimes sketched, and left it as a vast dossier.

After the Demon King's War, Manuferno began living in Metanostadt, the king's capital, drawing peer magazines.

It was a so-called "thin book," a depiction of the heroes' naked relationship.

The women, whose world was at peace and hungry for entertainment, became obsessed with a twitching form of forbidden love. It was instantly discussed and sold.

In the alley behind Metanostadt, some women rejoiced in the creativity of Manuferno, who made his name as a pornographic fellow writer (...). But the fact that it was actually me and Lentomia's observation diary that brought tremendous wealth became a public secret for the three of us.

Such black history is old now too.

I can laugh and remember because I can afford to grow up.

"Ha, ha, ha. A lot."

"Don't laugh anymore. Because I mean it."

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Lentomia, you're hot if you care about that, aren't you?

Your face is neat, beautiful young man. There's nothing out to the right about magic either. Higher magic school buildings are very popular if you ask for a lecturer. Yellow cheers seem to be flying.

By the way, I've also been asked to stand on a magic school floor, but for some reason I was very shocked that the girls were in a state of alert. The title of the lecture is "On non-killing magic in combat. - Possibility of disarming using slime." Shouldn't you have presented a real example of melting your opponent's clothes with slime and causing him to lose his willingness to fight?

Aside from that............

"I'm not very interested in normal girls."

Point your gaze out the window.

It's a serious statement.

Are you secretly threatening that your pseudo-love affair with me has triggered you and you can no longer have a normal relationship?

You want me to take responsibility?

No, no, no. Then when Manuferno and I are in love, it seems like we're going to be jealous and obstructive.

If you interpret it according to words, you will not find a woman worthy of her magical talents. But it can be clearly denied.

"I mean, Lentomia, didn't you and Leistoria just get along pretty well?

Near Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel. The most trusted Kingsguard wizard. Age is unknown in the high elves of the long-lived species. When I asked you how old you were, you almost killed me.

"I don't have it. I got close, though. Nothing more."

"... Really?"

"At all, it feels like an adult relationship or something indifferent. It's like talking to a beautiful sculpture."

I see. I think I get it. Excessive high elves don't have to reproduce or anything. It is common in long-lived species and has an extremely small number of individuals. For this reason, there are times when we feel an inorganic, human emotional dilution.

You mean "different" as a paedophile, bridesmaid candidate?

"Well, how about an alberina? It's a mentorship, though."

"Can Greg marry your mother?

"Ugh. Is that the kind of sight"

"That's right. He picked it up and raised it for me. I respect you as a master of magic."

"I see."

Hmm. Trouble.

Someone who looks good on Lentomia. Quite difficult.

Previously, a high elf matchmaker came to King's Capital, but they are likely to be rejected for the same reasons as Leistoria.

"I noticed. I mean, it's family. I want a place as busy and warm as this one."

I guess I revealed my honest feelings. The elf ears are red.

"... ok. I'll take my skin off."

"Thank you, Greg. Oh, but I'm not in a hurry. It's just that I felt that way for a second."

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take the peppy and light punch and screw it like it used to be for both of us.

Would I have taken on the big job?

But don't let go of your dear friend's troubles.

Matchmaker, no. I'm the only one who can find the right match for Lentomia's love glasses.

"By the way, why don't you come in, too?

Beyond the door of the study, there was a noise of goto, and the door opened. Glow round glasses, smiling manuferno. I have a notebook in my hand. It's pretty much a prospect you were listening to.

I guess I left the two babies with the women downstairs and came to explore.

"Human skin (one). Greg, after you said you were going to take it off, did you hear flesh bump into each other?

You look disappointed to see me and Lentomia aren't naked.

"Nothing. I said I'd take it off."

"Confused. I want a nasty story..."

"What do you think about painting peer magazines between parenthood?

"Mission. Your readers are waiting for you. New chapter in progress! Hiding from my wife, my former lover, a cool young man! Draw a forbidden relationship, turning back the encounter with... When I gave the plot to the editor while he was in the hospital, the response was amazing."

I lift up my eyeglass nose with a rough snort. There seems to be no parenting fatigue or neurosis. I've been writing in the museum since I was pregnant.

"Oh man..."

"Haha, you're a good couple. Both of you."

Continued