She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Three.

Operate the bracelet terminal to open the menu. Only the person can confirm the type of menu commands that are commonly viewed in SF-based animations, movies, etc. that appear in the space. It just seems like someone else is sticking up the space.

The history of selecting and displaying a chronology from that menu was of no particular significance, but the book stares at just one number as if it had forgotten the words.

That's where the most new events were written.

A second prince was born in the kingdom of Milston on April 23, 2146, Ark. be named "Atolzard".

There it is.

It is not content that the appraisal was stunned. It doesn't sound familiar, such as the Kingdom of Milston, but it flushes that it would be a small country founded by some player anyway. It's more about age than that.

In a hurry to check the current time shown in the upper-right corner of the chronology, it is 3: 12 pm on May 12, 2146, Ark.

It doesn't matter what you think. Thirty years have passed since "now". I'll go back a little bit and review it, but there's just a line of history I don't remember.

And ten years ago, on June 24, 2136, the Three Kingdoms defense battle broke out.

The first thing I thought was inexplicable. If there had been an upgrade, that should have been well represented in the chronology, too. To try it, going back to the chronology to the oldest place, Arc Earth Online's official service begins on September 1, 2112! and is written to a large extent even decorated.

Then there were two versions. The upgrade was also well described. But I don't even see the letter Ba about the upgrade that would have happened yesterday. Even in return for a year's worth, I only saw the upgrade twice, which I know of.

I wonder if this isn't because of the upgrade, and at the same time the anxiety arises behind the brain of the appraisal.

If there was no upgrade, what was the smell of drifting and the taste of grass?

So I close the menu and raise my face.

"I'm sorry, can I get some water?

Speak up to the captain, who was looking intriguingly at the sword held by the Dark Knight summoned next door.

"Hmm? Oh, good."

Upon receiving the skin bag with water from the captain, he poured the small lip into the mouth of the skin bag and the contents into his throat. The water, which is warm and contains a little saltiness to replenish the salt, wets the tongue.

"Hmm, water, jah. Thanks."

Return the leather bag and put your hands on your throat. The taste and sense of moisturizing your throat that you have taken for granted are elements that have never been found in Arc Earth Online before.

Something's still wrong. I feel uncomfortable that the five senses are too realistic. I have been able to drink it for a long time because I take healing pills, but I didn't feel the taste of it, such as being grated over my throat. I frown at the current situation, which was just too vague, to keep up with my understanding.

Even when the robe is removed or re-worn, the feeling of a cloth rubbing against the skin is reality itself.

The five senses from VR technology up to now are at the research stage. Even though some of them can be reproduced quite a bit due to electrical signals, electromagnetic pulses, etc., the way it feels in VR is at best limited to the extent that it can be seen that it was touched, and is not limiting pain with a limiter, etc.

The situation now is far too realistic. To this point in the boulder is an evolution that cannot be represented by a single word: technological progress. Technology is a daily advance, and it can't be reproduced so far yesterday.

Given that calmly, the book withdraws the impact of the first upgrade it has put in place. In VR, it is still impossible to reproduce this much.

And when you draw one unlikely prediction, you instantly kick it. That can't be it.

But from the current situation, I couldn't deny it completely.

Yes, he said this was real.

There was such a thing as the urban legend, which had been practically whispered since the beginning of the full somatosensory VR game with VR technology. Says the game world is a real world somewhere else. And which player said he would be imprisoned in that world.

Of course, I didn't believe in such rumors, but I've imagined it. And that was something that really resembled a condition like the one we have now. He shakes his head to deny that he feels signs of chills running through his spine, and looks up to heaven as such an idiot.

It may just be a glitch, but the appraisal stopped thinking by concluding that you should keep a minimum of caution. Because I didn't think there would be any more answers.

"Captain Glaia. I discovered Hobgoblin's Asiatic fortress! Who is he?

When the platoon headed back for the search for the woods, the moment passes with a look of tension. Because the red eyes and gaze glowed over the black face of the alien knight, nestled beside the captain called Glaia.

Still, he realized that there was no danger from the fact that no one was alert to the black knight, but he had never seen it, and his presence was releasing an overwhelming sense of intimidation, so the tension could not be resolved.

"Oh, this black swordsman is here...... this lady summoned. Don't worry, there's no harm."

"Then are you a summoner? That was another rare class, wasn't it? So this is the one called the Martial Spirit? I heard the story... but I didn't think it was going to be this intimidating"

"Yeah, I've never seen it before, but I'm surprised."

Then Graia explains the situation to the returning platoon. Hobgoblin here tells me that the Dark Knight knocked him down, that the girl has no company by herself, so send a few people to call back the other platoons.

While the Knights are having such an exchange, the book draws attention to a point that was in the conversation between the two.

That's what he used to call a summoning magician a rare class. Indeed, in terms of the number of people, they fall into the smaller category. Most of them, by the way, are saints. It will be easy for anyone to see that it is popular in classes dealing with recovery and assistive techniques.

At the time of choosing, the magician class is ready to use the minimum amount of technique. If you're a magician, [magic: flame] if you're a saint, [sacrament: heel] and [sacrament: protection force].

And the initial skill of a summoning magician is [Engraving Contracts]. This was a skill that had no offensive power whatsoever, allowing him to serve as his own summoning spirit by using it on defeated spirits. And this is also the biggest cause of misleading summoners into advanced classes and deterring later summoners.

It's not hard if you just defeat the Spirit. All you have to do is ask someone you know or hire a mercenary. But in order to be a Summoning Spirit, there was a pledge that only one Summoner himself would have to sharpen the Spirit's health 100%.

Of course, the book goes the same way. He bought a lot of drugs, bought a lot of bomb-based items, beat up with the Martial Spirit for two hours on the "Uberadius Old Battlefield," and finally made a deal. That is the Dark Knight, and the fact that it is the first Summoning Spirit while also being more user-friendly, coupled with a deep attachment, makes it a long-time partner.

But not everyone can do this. Those who fished the basics on bulletin boards tended to avoid summoners because of their difficulty.

Nevertheless, there is no summoning magician either. Instead, there were a number of players who admired Dumblrf and rebuilt him as a summoner, or saw the martial arts on a message board and chose a summoner.

But the two Knights are listening to the story... or seeing it for the first time... or something that makes them anxious that the summoner's unpopularity might have ignited it again. This is not a situation that can be abandoned for a connoisseur who had reigned as the culmination of the summoning magician.

"All right, speaking of which, you didn't hear your daughter's name. I am Graia. Glaia Astre"

He asks Glaia her name and looks at her when she wonders if she might be big enough to rebuild the Summoner.

And the book is uncomfortable with the question.

The act of this captain, that's a natural word in reality.

Ask the person's name.

Name your own name.

It's a natural interaction with the first person you meet. Well, if you're someone you can't trust, I won't wait for you to name me.

But not in the game. There is common sense that if you look at the subject, the letters are projected into the sight, and it is the name that appears over the opponent's head. If you ever ask me what my name is, it's like, "What can I call Mr. ZZZZZZ?"

Graia named her name. It is not false if you look at it and look it up, and it appears to be Graia Astol. If you look it up without asking your name like this, you'll soon find out.

Think of the assumptions that are here, and in order to try, the book spins the word.

"Check it out. Don't you see?

"Hmmm...... I know you're famous for being a summoner because of your daughter's skill, but you don't look familiar because you're not studying. I'm sorry. Does anyone know?

In response to the Captain's inquiry, he answers that no one has ever seen his neck swinging sideways.

"Hmm, right..."

I've heard that some players think it's rude to investigate without permission from their opponents. If I told you to look it up, even players like that would look it up.

Even though his appearance has changed too much, if he's a player, he'll just have to look into the scenery and see that his name is Dumblrf, one of the most important figures in the Alkaite kingdom. But with all this number, no one can tell.

I wonder if the hypothesis is that the people who are here will be able to find out. That was the thing.

He's an opponent whose common sense doesn't make sense to the player, and his thoughts are off a lot. If you are a player then maybe you need to revamp this perception that...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Based on some information gathered, hypotheses will be assembled. Then what do you think, the theory that once was unlikely gradually contours. The appraisal only remembers a little warfare and strays into the labyrinth of thought without being able to override the hypothesis.

"No, I'm really sorry anymore, young lady. As you can see, the swords are the only ones to gain. I'm not familiar with magicians."

"Uhn? Oh, that's not what happened. I'm sorry."

Glaia follows up on the silent girl's appearance, mistakenly wondering if she has been shocked enough. In their words and deeds, when they recognise that those here have firm will and are still not players, they reconsider what then.

So, in an attempt to try one way to make it clear that it was a game, Kusanagi opened the system from the menu and chose to log out... But I couldn't. On the contrary, the system item itself was missing.

Hypothesis takes shape at an innovative speed.

Five senses that I can feel clearly. The reality is that there was no "human" who was not a player, no situation where he could not log out, no time after thirty years, no upgrade, etc.

A reproduction of the five senses that are unreachable in today's technology. Players who don't know what everyone knows but have established themselves. A system that doesn't even recognize a mandatory exit code for when you freeze instead of logging out. The game world, which was supposed to have been carving for four years when it wasn't a second different from reality, is now the future.

If they were implemented by multiplying the expenses of the state budget and developing them, there is no warning that they should be.

A similarly non-existent real world. For once, that hypothesis, which drove him to the corner of his head, is reconstructed. Based on that, is this world on an extension line or a completely different world? Spin another question.

"Does the Lord know a man named Dumbleffe?

Ask about yourself who you are in the past in time.

"Of course not. There won't be anyone in this country who doesn't know Master Dumbleffe."

"Hey, guys," he continued, nodding loudly, not saying the knights were normal, too.

This answer tells us that there is or was a man named Dumblev. Next up, as someone from thirty years ago, when the appraisal was active as Dumblrf, or the exact same name.

"Do you know who that person is?

"No matter what you say, there are no such people in this country as I said earlier but I don't know them. Speaking of Dumbleffe, he is a hero of this country who was active in" turbulent times "about thirty years ago. Elder of the Silver Tower, dunbulf of the army, a wise man feared by other nations."

The period of existence coincides with the Elder of the Silver Tower. And...... truly unfortunately inherited to the extreme of embarrassment, even the chef secondary street name. That's too much of a strained price for Dumblrf... or something like engraving.

"Well... with a hero."

"That's right, in the post-statehood war, they also say that they continued to withstand enemy advances and created a victory trigger, and there are stories of platoons made up of elders chaoting enemy factions.

In addition, we now hear that the user was a limited developer of refining technology or manipulated the power of both classes at the same time. There are many anecdotes about Sage as well as Master Dumbleffe.

Speaking of which, when a demonic nest was discovered near the border like this one, it was now time to send the Knights, but once the Dumbles and the wise men of the Silver Tower destroyed them with their arms around them. "

Glaia's story of events was history as remembered in the book. It's called war, and second class and refinement are also techniques studied and knitted by forensics. You can't go wrong with this because once upon a time, Dumblrf was passed on to you as a hero.

"Hmm, is that so? And you know the end of that Dumblrf?

"At the end of Mr. Dumbleffe's life? I've never heard of him being dead... It was about thirty years ago in the first place, but one day, as soon as I went to crusade the demons that showed up at the border, no one saw them. He cited the country and searched at the time because there was no way Master Dumbleffe would lose to the demons. But there's a story I couldn't discover. Have you ever heard of it?

"I see. Was I still?"

The answer came back as I remember it. Connected more than then. In other words, I am convinced that this is thirty years after the same world.

I don't know what the logic is, but first I stop thinking once trying to calm down with it.

It was decided to complete the situation first. And the issue at hand is, if you honestly call yourself Dumblrf as it is, it's also a somewhat famous name in your country anyway in other countries. Summonmaster with a sinister and dignified appearance, a warring summoner and elder of a silver tower. And according to the story, he's a hero now.

Such a hero is now such an... ideal girl. Imagine a cold gaze that would be directed from around you when you returned to your original appearance, and the epistemology shook at the immeasurable crisis you are now being placed in.

This can only be deluded now.

That's what I thought. Glia and the others couldn't seem to 'look into it', so I thought I'd let them use it. And I fucking laugh so no one can tell. That is wickedness entirely for preservation and honor.

What I've come up with is that I use a pseudonym. A hero who disappeared thirty years ago appears as a girl. Pre-built that you won't believe it any time soon. I was desperate to explain and make them believe me, and if they asked me how it happened, I would not answer that I was making the ideal female portrait, etc. I don't care what you think, it's going to give the image something deadly.

Thinking about pseudonyms just a little bit, I come up with a name that suitably converts my real name that this is fine.

"Is there something about Master Dumbleffe?

"No, it doesn't matter now. That was my name. My name is Mira. It's only natural you don't know when you're still out there."

I put my hand on my chin as I said it, but I felt anxious to go ahead because Dumbleffe didn't have a chin mustache.