She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Twelve.

As the carriage carrying Mira slows down gradually, it stops in front of a dignified gate.

The walls, which when looked down from the plateau only seemed to be a circle surrounding the capital as a whole, looked up from nearby, and its intimidation beautifully embodied the will of the Kingdom of Alkite to focus on defence.

Mira rides herself out of the carriage window and looks back at it and makes her heart jump at the difference between "getting big" and the thirty year old walls in her memory.

If you are in the capital, how much has changed?

Having shaken off various ideas, Mira has now decided to enjoy those changes in the world.

The gate where the Thousand Mile carriage stopped is not the main gate of the Kingdom of Alkite, but a dedicated gate that leads to the carriage passage that leads straight to the Royal Castle.

When the guard, the gatekeeper, and Garrett exchange some words, a large gate opens as it sounds dull and heavy.

As the guard waved up his hand and sent a signal, the bell at the top of the gate's head rang high in the sky. Then, in response, the bell rings from afar, announcing the arrival of a thousand miles of carriage from afar.

In order to temporarily block a total of five crossing roads that intersect the carriage passage, when guards come out of each location, they start stopping passengers with black and yellow bars. When it comes to the Thousand Mile Carriage, it is something special that is used when involved in important projects involving the country. Corresponding vigilance will be put in place for this purpose.

"This isn't a very nice welcome again."

Mira shrugs carelessly at the magnitude of the matter as she rides herself out of the carriage window and sees guards lined up at equal intervals in a single passage stretching across the open gate.

As the carriage slowly runs out and gradually increases its speed, it reaches its highest speed in seconds of things, and the view of the city flows visibly backwards.

The city dwellers, who seem to miss the rare sight of a thousand mile carriage that happens to be sickening, pass the back of their brains wondering how important it is to keep an eye on Garrett, who acts as your lord. At the same time, however, when he was blinded by the appearance of a ribbon filled girl who could see through the window, he was taken away from him everything he was interested in afterwards, distancing himself in an instant.

As she gradually begins to have a luxury in the view peering through the window, Mira finds one of those buildings that didn't fly out of her head.

(If you look nearby, is this it?)

That's one of the five-line mechanisms, the Alkite School. In the middle of the site, partitioned by high walls, a large, palace-like school building sits dignified in its appearance, Mira first set a tourist schedule in an attempt to tour the five-row mechanism.

Getting rocked by a carriage For even longer, as the view passes slowly slows down, the car stops at the castle gate in front of the royal castle.

"Are we finally here?"

Mira stretches to untie her stiff body as she sits, sneaking an empty bottle of drinked-up apple ole over to the corner of her feet.

"Good luck. Dear Mira."

Garrett opens the carriage door and graces her, reaching out to escort her.

"Thank you very much."

Mira goes on to say "useless," softly paying Garrett's hand and jumping to the ground with one leg. The royal castle I looked up to is not different from my memory, and I am relieved that this is the only place that hasn't changed. I lowered my gaze half-expected, half-expected, half-extended.

Behind the slowly opening gates, for there awaited an even greater greeting than the carriage passage.

On both sides of the aisle from the castle gate to the royal castle, knights with swords in front of them are arranged without being slightly mobile, behind them are knights with spears in their hands. Moreover, soldiers flaunt the flag at equal intervals.

"What an exaggeration... Bye!"

"King Solomon is so pleased with Mira's visit."

"Oh man..."

"Speaking of Dumbleffe, you're a hero of the country. If you were to welcome that apprentice, this would be normal."

"Hmm, is that what this is all about?"

"That's what it is. Then let's go, Mira."

When the two leave the carriage, a castled breeder takes a thousand miles of carriage to the stables.

As Mira crosses the gate to be escorted by Garrett, the sound of the drum violently rocks the eardrum. The knights push their swords obliquely forward with a shield engraved with a national seal. From then on, a knight lined up in a second row slanted his spear to create an arch leading from the castle gate to the castle in the aisle.

"You're very welcome..."

"I feel a little better, too."

In a huge welcome to Mira, Garrett, a guide, smiles with pleasure.

"Damn, who's the Lord?"

Mira, who broke her expression on that uncontrolled character, praises in her heart Solomon with such a subordinate when she likes Garrett's humanity.

The two enter the castle intact as they pass through their reclining arches, driven by the whistling squad's petty sound. There are two guards at the entrance, "I will guide you to the king's room". Mira does not like to stand out so much, so this follows with relief when it gets a little quiet.

When the guard opens the door between kings, the scent of elegant flowers. The floor is carpeted and color-coded from Mira to front at equal intervals to black, blue, green, red and white.

There were five of them among kings. One boy sat on the throne several steps up the most prominent front on the spot.

The thin green hair slightly worn by the golden eyes has a crown with countless gems. At first glance, I also feel out of place, but the boy, dressed in a luxurious costume and fitted on the throne, has entered the hall beyond imagination from his appearance, showing with himself the thirty years of experience of ruling the country.

He looked at Mira with a strange look on his face, and this boy was the king of the Alkaite kingdom and friend of Dumblrf, King Solomon.

There is no difference in Mira's memory either, her figure remains the same as it was the last time she saw it, to the extent that her costume appeared slightly more luxurious than before.

Nestled in front of King Solomon, beneath the steps, are knights wrapped in an atmosphere of not only men, and magicians wrapped in black shades of robes and hidden their faces in hood. When the two hold Mira in their eyes, the magician smiles at the appearance of the extra cute girl. The knight, however, sighed a sigh of disdain and disappointment when he saw that the hero Dumbleff's disciple was only a little girl.

Garrett knelt as he stepped forward,

"We have brought Master Elder Danburgh's apprentice, Master Mira"

I say, a token.

"Thank you for your hard work on the road. You can back off."

Standing next to the throne in majesty, the name of the man who utters a word is Slayman. It's an elf tribe that makes blondes look right in the face.

"Excuse me," Garrett said, moving to the side.

"Nice to meet you, Mira. I'm Slayman. I'm King Solomon's aide."

"Mira."

Moving only her gaze and capturing Slayman, Mira answers concisely. Garrett panics to the same appearance of Mira, even to this occasion before the king.

But Mira, who had no reason to know how Garrett felt or anything like that, put her arm around her chin and examined Solomon (...).

But nothing comes to Mira's sight watching Solomon. Slayman, who stared instead, can see his full name and status.

(What does this mean...)

"Quickly, first of all, may I confirm that you are truly a disciple of Lord Dumbleffe?

Slayman's words recall Mira's consciousness, which conceived of the difference between the two.

"Oh, I don't mind."

Mira takes the tower key (master key) out of the item field and walks over to Suleiman with it in her hand.

But at that moment. When a knight suddenly jumps out of nowhere and pulls out his sword,

"Stay away from it! You are disrespectful!

Yes, he pointed his sword tip in front of Mira with anger.

Knight Reynard, who heads the Kingsguard Knights of the Kingdom of Alkite. Just before he saw it, King Solomon had told him not to worry, even if he could not give him some thanks. Therefore, I endured the fact that I did not kneel or the language, pushing in my boiling thoughts. But because he tried to approach the king without forgiveness, he finally broke through the boiling point.

Mira didn't know, but there is something called a good distance to approach the king. The distance is determined by rank, etc., and the Guest must not step forward from the black of the carpet, except in special cases.

"What, you can't give it to me if you don't get close"

"All you have to do is give it to the guards you withheld next door!

Solomon and Dumblrf, who used to be shoulder-to-shoulder. I only came to see my friend if I tried Mira, and I wish I could talk to him for a moment. That was all I had in mind, so the seriousness of seeing it as the highest ranking in the country was completely missing.

It's no bother.

Mira was talking in the same way she felt at the time, but now she remembers that things are different with the mixed look of the knight's anger. Mira, who doesn't even know how to work in these public places, gives the knight the tower key when she fingers the tip of her sword like she's in trouble.

"That's right. I'm sorry. Well, that's a good corner. Can you deliver this?"

"How far are you...? Back off first!"

An exasperated knight can put his strength into the sword in his hand. But the sword that was supposed to have just been stunned by a girl didn't make it faint, and Raynard puts his consternation on its face.

"Raynard, bring it"

The boy's voice tells him so briefly from the throne.

"But Master Solomon. This person is too much to look at!

"I told you the first time. That's the scope, too. Or are you gonna keep me waiting any longer"

I thought Mira might have done something pathetic, even though she didn't know, from the way Reynard shriveled looking at Solomon, but I think back to the attitude I received to take the tower key.

When Mira releases the tip of the sword she was wearing, Reynard stares at the white, thin arm that peeks slightly from that robe, and concludes that even suspicious surgery was used, she becomes more alert to Mira.

In the meantime, Garrett sees the field settle first and strokes his inner chest down to what he has managed not to do rough.

While Mira returns to her original position, Solomon, who receives the tower key from Reynard, confirms that it belongs to the Tower of Summoning.

"Sure, this must belong to Dumblrf. If the teacher gave it to his disciple, there's no doubt about it."

Having said that, Solomon makes Mira deliver the tower keys to the guards who refrain from doing so.

When Mira receives the tower key and the item box, she drifts her gaze so that she can escape the gaze of Raynard, who is still staring at her.

"I got confirmation, let's switch places. Disciple of Dumblrf, I want you to talk to me about all the teachers who have been absent for thirty years. Ready?"

"Um, I don't mind"

Mira responds instantly to all the ships on the crossing.

"Well, my office would be nice. I can talk calmer than here. I hope the rest of you join the parade party."

When Solomon says so, Reynard takes a step forward again. At the same time, there's a bitter smile on Mira's face.

"Dear Solomon. It is dangerous to be alone with such an inexperienced disciple, no matter how much, Master Dumbleff. Please, I know you'd like to have me present!

Reynard glances at Mira and offers Solomon a deep gesture of gratitude.

I can't talk about it.

Mira shook her head, thinking she might not be good at it, but for the faithfulness of Reynard.

"Raynard, are you trying to tell me I'm inferior to a little girl like this?"

Solomon uttered words to Reynard, wrapping his temper. King Solomon hasn't ruled the country for thirty years because of the boy's appearance. Not just politics, but above all a world where martial arts dictate the end of the country. The strength of Solomon, who continued to reign as king of one nation in that world, would be inferred.

"Yes, no. There is no annihilation! This is the only one who uses suspicious techniques, so just in case."

Raynard's suspicious technique, Mira has absolutely no idea of this. That's supposed to be it, too, just that Reynard mistakes it for surgery. A casual conclusion on the assumption that you are no better than your physique and that you can't beat a luxurious girl by force. In fact, it is due to Mira's increased power through gear correction, but Mira herself doesn't know what Raynard is talking about as a suspicious technique, so there is no explanation.

"Mira, that was your name. Are you willing to do me harm?

"What would it be to do that? I'm not here to talk to the Lord."

"That's right. I have a lot to talk about too. Will you listen to me, Reynard?"

"But in case anything happens to Master Solomon, I..."

Raynard squeezing his fist. But it was the magician who had remained silent until now that blocked such a one-off interaction.

"Then how about this? Me and Mr. Reynard are waiting in the hallway in front of the office. If anything happens, you just have to rush in. There's no way we can do anything about Solomon in the short time before we get in, not Mira, even Dumbleffe, is there?

"Mm, mmm... yes"

"Then that's the way it is. I really wanted to join the banquet, too, but since Mr. Reynard is too much of that, I can't help but hang out with you. Me and Mr. Reynard. Don't you think that's enough?"

The magician who suggested so puts his hand on Reynard's shoulder with a smile on his face.

"That's a good idea. Sorry Joachim. Let's have another banquet soon."

Solomon takes a breath and stands up.

"No, not at all. Mr. Reynard will take care of it."

"Muggle..."

Reynard distorts his expression without saying anything back.

"Shall we then?"

When Solomon says so, the three walk out into the hallway where the office is located as follows.