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

Every time I hear the word "women's power," I wish I was cute without that, right?

What a vague thought it was me, but I had today and graduated with that idea.

It is the same in this otherworldly Titi Mondemot that gender equality is cried out for, but after all, women should be able to clean, wash, do housework or something. Fine.

The misery that's spreading before my eyes just makes me want to cover my eyes.

Dirt room filled with garbage like no foot trail. Mysterious teshes are scattered in stripped clothes, food wrappers, and peer magazines that for some reason don't open pages.

There is a subtle fermentation odor, not very much, but I don't think it's the room of a flattering young maiden.

If that's one of the "six heroes" who saved the world, the healing monk Manuferno, it's even worse.

At least you know how clean and comfortable my mansion study is.

... Oh, speaking of which, it's time to run out of sage energy, and I want to find a "robe" and go home early.

Above all, because Plum is waiting.

"Whoa..., what's this?

My fingertips searched hard for a monk's robe with Dragon Man's Blood on it all the time in the garbage room, and I found some kind of cloth.

Pull it out... Robe, it's a fine sacrificial garment like a priest wearing, not a priest. Although there are strange stains on the chest area and it is mildew tight.

"Discovery. Feast clothing offering prayers to God, has been missing for a year now"

"Are you really a monk who serves God, Manu!?

Unexpectedly throw it at Manuferno, a monk in sketch in the center of the room.

Manu, by the way, is her nickname in our people. Not that it's demon milk, but she has a slightly bigger breast than average. But now that Manuferno is known as the Garbage Mansion Manufacturer, I don't want to be fooled by colorful incense even if I like big tits.

"Haha, Greg, good luck -"

The easy-going voice is Lentomia, the wizard of the half elf.

He was serious about helping me at first, but soon began to read peer-to-peer magazines that seemed to be scattered with boredom. Elf's blood-drawing womenswear beautiful boy is whimsical and hasn't done anything to Ate in the first place.

Lentomia is sitting on an impromptu chair made in a stacked peer magazine, with one hand on her back and a neck to pose.

Apparently, he's doing a "rotten monk" model now. Because it was dessant practice, it was well said, but in Manuferno's head it should be redrawn into a corrupt structure with fierce momentum.

"Open your legs. Mr. Lentomia, let's go... open up."

"What? You'll see in your skirt."

"Art. I'm not ashamed, see, I'm just scrubbing"

Manuferno shines glasses with a cheerful face. The mouth is open without sloppiness.

"... like this?

"Woohoo. Nice raw feet......! Best curve."

A monk with silver lowered hair mimics a women's half elf with a galloping momentum.

"I'm so glad you could paint, how about Gugle?

"You... they're making you the next peer magazine story to be released, right?

"Uh, I'm glad?

Lentomia pointing her mouth adorably in my jito eyes.

"Sage, you take it off, too, Grecas. Line up on the side...... please"

"Who takes it off!

No. This guy......

By the way, Manuferno and I are the same age, and we have a common denominator: glasses. He also calls me "you" because he has a strange sense of companionship with Lentomia.

Overall, rounded glasses and dumb lowered hair in a hospitable atmosphere look lovely and gentle at first glance.

It's similar to me that I don't like talking to other people, but the contents are so rotten... they make me feel complicated as far as I'm concerned.

I go back to work looking for Robe again, sighing.

- Anything you need to find.

And I searched for a cloth that looked like a good quality coat (robe) because I lost it. Pull it out and spread it out, it's definitely a monk's robe with red writing on it in white.

There is so much vibrant red blood on the hem that I want to doubt my eyes if it just came on.

Definitely. It is the blood of the rare species Dragon Man (Dragon Man), the bearer of life so tough that it is said to be closest forever.

"This is it! Found it!"

Lentomia turns around, almost stripped of her upper body clothes by my scream.... How can you be so no-guard? A monk smacks his tongue at me with a bitter look on his face.

"Relief. Is that what you're looking for?

"This is it! I'm sorry, but I owe you one. Let's go, Maneu. I'll wash it properly later and give it back."

"That's amazing, wasn't it about two years ago? It's got blood on it."

"Ah, ah."

Lentomia snuggles up next to me and peeks into it intriguing. The beautiful side with the sliced long eyes is right next to it and makes it exciting.

Dragon Man's blood adhered to when he helped and treated a Dragon Man (Dragunian) woman who had been attacked and injured by a horde of demons during her former adventure.

Dragon men are inherently a tough species with a long life span. Not immortal though. Healing can be difficult if you take heavy damage.

Despite much time, this redness is unusual. It's like dragon man blood, where boulders are even said to have infinite life.

The plum is made based on the blood on my sage's robe. I mean, it's the same blood on Manuferno's robe. Then you will definitely be able to make medicines that work.

"That dragon man... you mean Pram's mother"

"!... sure don't"

It's the first time I've noticed it since I was told. Rarely did the dragon man, who was said to be hardly out of their homeland, travel alone because of extra circumstances.

The dragon man, who finished treating his injuries, walked away somewhere again, to thank him.

"Neglect. Plum...? Who?"

I briefly explained to Monk Manuferno how I have been. Manuferno closed his eyes sadly when he finished listening and shook his head quietly beside him.

"Mindless. With my magic... Pram can't be cured"

"That's okay, Maneu. If we get this blood, Plum will help."

"But it's a shame."

In a tone that held back emotions, Lentomia shrugged.

Sure it is. There will be limited medicines that can be made with this degree of blood. It's been going well for a few days.

"Anyway, I'm going back to the hall. Lentomia, thank you for your help today. Besides... I haven't had fun in a long time"

"Yeah, me too. Glad to talk to Greg."

Unexpectedly I smiled back at the beautiful half elf with a natural grin.

"Manuferno, thank you. Come visit me in my hall next time."

"Copy that. I'm going to ask how that robe works"

'Cause it's not what you imagine it to be.'

I smiled bitterly and put my hand on the door knob to get out of Manuferno's room. At that time,

"Wind talk. Sushi... there's a rumor pinched in my ear"

"Rumor? What the hell...... what?

I grabbed my fist in front of my chest and lay my eyes down as Manuferno seemed to have difficulty saying anything.

- No way... about the Dark Resurrection, the Demon King Resurrection?

"Crisis. The danger is imminent..."

"Hey, what?

"Investigation. When Gassain, an official of the King's government, comes to this store..."

"Rather be forced to investigate!?

It's bad for Manuferno, but it would be better for the world if you lost every single one of these stores.

I tried to leave the room with Lentomia.

Surprisingly...

It was quiet, and then Rin's voice sounded.

"Revelation. Strong and righteous desires open destiny. But the desire to disobey the Regime... creates darkness"

It is the voice that preaches the word of God as a monk of Manuferno.

I take a breath.

The wizard of the half elf who was leaning against me beside him was the same.

- I have a desire to disobey the regulator..., to give birth to darkness...?

Tokun - and I felt my heart beat jump.

Creating false lives that should not be born in this world.

Trying to fight the fate of death and gain life.

All of that - I didn't want to think about it, but it makes one fact emerge from the depths of my brain even if it responds or not.

- The fact that 'Demon King' Denmark, who was trying to twist and bend the world's cuisine and cover everything with dark waves (Viv), was also originally a dragon man (Draguns).

"Manew, is that the word of God you believe in?"

To my inquiry, the quiet chief monk Manuferno.

The expression was different from previous rotten eyes. It was as if it were something, distant, strong and clear as it looked to the future.

"Faith. It's okay, Grecas, if you believe, that's the right way to go"

A gentle, strong eye pushes my back. Manuferno stretches his spine and ties the sign of blessing and be happy! and prayed to me.

That's right.

I'm going the way I believe.

Use this ability (Chikara) given to you as a wise man, even if you can't.

"Thanks, Manew"

"Blessings. Light on the road"

When I smiled, I returned my heel and stepped into the dark passage.

It was as dark as a dark world and even thought it would last indefinitely. But only the lights of the exit shine like the light of guidance.

What lies ahead, what will it be fulfilled?

"Grey...?

A red-haired girl floats behind her brain, making a loose inquiry between them.

At least the baked one is waiting for me to come home.

"Right."

- Whatever happens, I'm not lost anymore.

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It was not until late at night that we reached the house of the wise.

Fatigue caused by full force disease with its magic reinforced exterior (Magnetics) is now just a comfortable fatigue.

I managed to serve my purpose.

What you're holding is a bloody robe, borrowed from the monk Manuferno.

I was fortunate to be back in time when the day remained the same. This would not have happened without the help of the wizard Brams Lentomia.

I am deeply grateful to my mentor, friend and once admired half elf.

Well, we'll see each other soon. Yes, even tomorrow.

"Plum......"

I make sure I get a quiet sleep plum and realize I'm relieved.

The magical ice made for me by the Wizard of Cullen is still alive and well, making Plum's head feel comfortable and chilled.

But the condition is still not good. Fever is high and critical. Maintain the status quo, etc.

- We have to hurry.

I gently blanket Hemperoza and Cecily, who are sleeping on their bets.

And shortly after I took a break, I headed to the lab behind the building.

When I enter the room behind the hall, the sight of a laboratory or something pops into my eyes.

The shelves provided on one side of the wall are lined with numerous magical materials and catalysts, and you can see a desk and a pile of cluttered books. And in the center of the room, there are several used wine barrels arranged in place of the incubator, and scaffolding for adding ingredients, ginger, and pipes connected to other barrels are stretched around.

This is where the plum, an artificial life form (homunculus), was born.

"All right, final confirmation of procedure."

I let the tactical information display (tactics) float up in space.

Tactics is an extended technology of search magic (Gogol), but it can be used not only in combat, but also for magic analysis, development, and magic to manage ritual processes.

Procedures have already been designed to purify life-prolonging medicines.

As I glanced at the screen at my fingertips, a tree-shaped diagram reminiscent of the Tree of Life (Sephiroto), and a magical surgical blueprint emerged.

The tree-shaped diagram, drawn in a combination of circles and bars, was redesigned to create only the nucleus (core) part of life from the vast array of surgical diagrams we once used to refine the plum.

The synthesis process alone is roughly 300.

We need Dragon Man's Blood in the final stages of its core magic drug synthesis.

Place the monk's robe borrowed from the monk Manuferno in a single cauldron.

"Ceremony, initiation -"

When I snap quietly, I throw the other ingredients into the kettle. He then began to automate the automatic chanting (autoload) of the autonomous driving technique (appct), which replaced the wizard's "spell chanting".

Continued