This is a bay town on the west coast of Sweden and the hometown of Flanda and Fremia.
The Christmas-approaching atmosphere complements the white snow, sailboats are passing by, and pastel-colored buildings stand side by side on the river, creating a beautiful fairy tale-like scenery.
In a small house with a red roof and white walls against the back of a hill, the blond sister is baking pancakes made of eggs, flour and milk in the kitchen.
The heating enveloped the room, and the snoozing sister was still addicted to the warmth. The mysterious elf who accepted the assignment quietly flew into the air and gently pulled back the kicked-off quilt.
There is no doubt that Frenda Severen has always been an outstanding eldest daughter who can be regarded as a role model in the eyes of nearby residents.
Today is December 18th, the second day after the ‘abroad student’ sisters returned here.
Because they have someone to take care of it, their home has not accumulated enough dust to the point that it cannot be used.
Although being idle for a year is somewhat inconvenient, these problems obviously cannot trouble a 'superpower'.
At about the same time, Flanda placed the breakfast with hometown flavor on the table, glanced at Fremia who was sleeping, and had no intention of waking her up.
This is just right.
The over-energetic little guy played wildly in the town until evening yesterday, but someone was doing "preparation work" at home.
For Fremia, this is just an ordinary trip home, but for Frenda, this is the last and best opportunity.
It took her a day to finally determine the location.
"...Okay, it's time for us to leave."
After sifting through the information in her mind, Flanda softly called her elf.
The seeds I left two months ago have finally germinated.
Her eyes were looking straight in a certain direction.
At the end of the journey, there is a girl with many similar faces and identities.
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There is one thing in this world that many people may not be able to come into contact with in their lifetime.
That is, in addition to the field of "science", "magic" also exists.
As for the "magic side" that prevails in unknown places, there is a special kind of "people" that must be mentioned.
It possesses a strong body, superhuman vision, and a movement speed that instantly exceeds the speed of sound. Its outstanding force can even be used as a "humanoid nuclear weapon" to deter other countries.
They are "saints".
There are less than twenty people in the world who can bear this name.
But it would be a big mistake to think of them as high-ranking figures or unreachable messengers of God.
Because most saints can be said to be quite casual. They may be loyal to the country and believe in gods, but most of the time they still live an 'ordinary' life like ordinary people.
For example, the "saint" who ignores the flight ban and likes to soar in the sky.
For example, the "saint" who often fights on the front line of exposure and is always scolded by jeans store owners.
Another example is this "saint" who studied abroad in someone else's apartment in order to hone his skills as a maid.
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——Italia, city of Milan.
"...Choose between riding on top of the dog house to eat or getting into the dog house to eat."
A blond woman stood at the door of a residential apartment with her hands on her hips and suggested with indistinguishable emotions.
She wore a pair of work goggles on her head, and her clothes were a dark thick jacket paired with a housework apron. It seemed a bit vulgar, but she wore it with an elegant temperament.
"Wait, wait, wait! Why does it have to be a dog house? Or is it a given?! Please give me a chance to explain!"
After glancing at the position of the sun, the blond young man shed a cold sweat at the strange request for advice, shook his head and backed away in a very spineless manner.
He was wearing a blue shirt and a beige vest, and his bangs on the left side covered one eye, giving him an overall gloomy look.
It was obviously winter, but the exaggeration of the season could not leave any trace on the two of them.
They are 'ordinary people' living here in seclusion.
The woman's name is Sylvia, she is a maid and a "saint".
The man's name is Orrels, he is a magician and a "quasi-demon".
"Really? Is there any reason for me, Lady Sylvia, to forgive you, an overemotional guy? Is it because you helped a kid who was bullied on the street, and ended up being regarded as his father?
You want me to give you money to buy things to coax them? If that's the case, I think it's more convenient to just tie you up."
With an expression that said, "I've seen it through you," Sylvia glared at Orrels angrily.
After knowing each other for so long, this man is still so out of character.
"Ahem! Haven't you seen everything!? That's it! Isn't it natural to help people in need?"
Not noticing the change in the atmosphere, Orrells thought that what he did was fine.
Since he had 'witnessed' the whole process, he believed that Sylvia would understand.
But the next moment.
For some reason, the view ahead turned into the sky, which was half blocked by the eaves.
Ah haha, it’s such a nice sunny weather.
The quasi-demon laughed hard.
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"...You mean, you want to leave for a while?"
After closing the entrance door, the maid saint looked at the person she served without knowing why.
What stupid thing is this idiot planning?
"Huh... Sylvia, do you still remember the collapse of magic associations in Northern Europe more than four years ago?"
After barely escaping the cruel 'punishment', Orrels, who was sitting against the wall, calmed down and said.
There was an inexplicable meaning on his face that made Sylvia unable to guess what he really meant.
But she had an impression of the incident Orrels was referring to.
To be more precise, I was impressed.
"you are right……"
Following the end of Orrels' words, Sylvia dug up the big event in her memory that had caused a lot of fuss.
In the past, there were five major associations in the Nordic mythology department, which occupied a solid corner of the entire magic side.
They are,
"Eternal World Tree".
"Iron stakes engraved with knowledge".
"The Tyrant from the Sea".
"The Golden Training Hammer of the Earth".
"The One Who Knows the Words of the Divine Sword".
Each one is a magic group with thousands of people and strong power.
However, in the eyes of others, these huge associations, which coexisted in strength and history, lost all their strength in the process of tracking down and encircling a mysterious magician, and their overall strength was reduced to a tenth.
The opponent's magical cultivation is unfathomable, and the golden magic light he casts can even deprive others of their spirit and will.
The irony is that apart from the gender revealed when the other person spoke, the five major associations have not found out the identity of that person at that time.
Finally, those who experienced those battles and were lucky enough to wake up recognized the report that a certain magician inadvertently stated.