She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Twenty.

By the time the sun rises and only slightly below the castle begins to bustle. Mira wakes up sleeping in her underwear. It was prepared as a sleeping roll with the writing down, as a result of ignoring a pajama like a rabbit's clothes.

The refinery table and ingredients were delivered a little after the samurai showed us to the bedroom last night. Mira, like I said, finishes making the refined and demon-sealed stones for what Solomon asked of her before she went to bed. The journey takes a little over twenty minutes. The level at which castle-attached refiners become irreversible.

Mira has an unawakened head, flutters to the toilet and falls straight back into bed. The rabbit pyjamas that were left behind at the same time jump and fall into Mira's hands.

"What is this..."

Mira jumped up recognizing its pimply popped rabbit ears in thin open eyes as she tried to grab away the foreign object that touched her hand. At the same time, one piece of paper that was falling at my feet caught my eye.

'I've got a sleeping roll. Be sure to summon me, ladies and gentlemen.' A war that I have never felt strikes Mira.

The word Solomon asked me yesterday that the samurai are obsessed and creating Mira's costume passes behind her brain. This was the first of its kind. The samurai who work too fast for nothing.

Mira rushes to call the menu to confirm the current time. There, it was displayed at 8: 45 in the morning.

I'm totally behind.

The fatigue of an unknowingly accumulated carriage journey is the result of the opening up of a fine bed.

Mira's brain, which can only come to mind with an unpleasant imagination, begins to explore her next hand with an alarm. However, it was forced to end when the noise of knocking on the bedroom door sounded small.

"Good morning, Mira. We've brought you something to eat."

A slightly bounced woman's voice can be hung from the other side of the door. It reached Mira with a similar meaning to the death sentence.

(definitely bring it!)

Mira looks around in a hurry, but instead the only thing she can wear is a rabbit pyjama and an adorable piece. Mira was desperate to find a way to open it, but an expired signal arrives there.

"You haven't heard back. Is it not awake yet? The breakfast will be cold, so I have to wake this up and give it to you straight away. Yeah, you shouldn't."

Pinch the bar reading act and then the bedroom door opens.

So the first thing the samurai saw was Mira's little ass.

Mila, lightly panicked, stuck her head in the bed what she thought. That was all. He hid his head and didn't hide his butt, and he showed it to himself.

"Meerer. Good morning."

Running over for a small run, the samurai smiles and greets Mira again as she gently rolls up the futon of fine feathers.

"Ugh... um. Good morning."

"My name is Lily and I will take care of you as a samurai with Mira. Best regards,"

"Oh well..."

Mira was too ridiculously ashamed of her actions to hold her heart and grieve at the unholy magical girl-style costume she had put in the hands of the samurai Lily.

A goth lolithic costume with white and black tones and a suppressed amount of fabric. A white sleeveless piece with a short black flared skirt is finished with a coat with an open shape in front of the robe. Mira's will is barely respected, and Mira, a magical girl dressed very, very cutely. The frills and ribbons stand out even more.

The only thing I could hear was that I want you to give me a break with the rugged stuff you're wearing right now, not the pretentious underwear with lace. The instantly suggested trunks have been rejected without waiting for a moment.

Mira was then forcibly taken to a room in a samurai compartment, the only forbidden area for men in the castle, surrounded by countless samurai.

"Yes, Master Mira. Please don't bother."

Lily with the measure in her hand told Mira to raise her hands. In its eyes it has already lost its sanity, turning it into a puppet who obeys it as it is told.

They are now measuring the size of the chest. The pants are still accommodating, but the bras will have problems later if they don't pick the right size. So Lily forcefully preached to me, "Whatever you like already..." Mira murmured her giving up words to this day.

Nevertheless, Mira herself had not yet surfaced for what she had not exercised intensely, but many times she had felt the feeling that the robe could rub. According to Lily's other samurai stories, it doesn't matter now what she said or did that she was half blackmailed when it hurt so badly that she could just touch it a little bit more.

"You're in very good shape. Envy......"

"Right..."

After roughly measuring, Lily turns behind Mira and gently wraps those two swells around with both hands to accurately measure the size.

(How long will this torture last...)

Mind Against Mira's will, which is not here, when Lily flies the instructions with a detailed grasp of the size of her chest, the other samurai immediately brings her the perfect size bra.

"What do you say, Master Mira? Isn't it painful or hard to breathe?

"Hmm. How restless."

"That's okay. For the first time, they're all like that."

When gently dressed, Mira sighed heavily at herself with a slight sense of compression.

The ladies who entertain important guests who are indifferent to their clothes in good faith. They enjoyed themselves happily, but there was still a good collaboration between professionals, hands and good work.

When the samurai finished instantly measuring the dimensions of Mira's entire body, not just her breasts, the costume was more perfect than the clothes by the sightings she wore this time...... when she could finish her clothes, she breathes. Mira has yet to realize that the next time she visits the castle, it's the real deal.

When the ladies in the samurai section dropped her off, Mira was guided by Lily for breakfast in the dining room. Makes people feel comfortable eating light but balanced meals, such as soup on bread, salad and fruit juice.

A magical girl in the corner of the dining room, sipping fruit juice in a little bit happily. Old lady in the dining room watching happily, and Lily smiling badly. The outfit, which looked better than I imagined, gathered natural and ambient gaze.

When Mira finishes her fruit juice, she finally looks up and realizes the gaze she focuses on herself.

(What... have you seen this?)

It was Mira who made her guard clear, but looking around the barn just stirred up the women's desire for asylum. In fact, Lily was bored by Mira's small animal-like behavior. In contrast, the men who have only seen the fairly successful samurai of the castle are completely bewitched. I thought girls were such cute creatures.

If you try to make Mira unfamiliar with people, though, it's not just a bad look, but it's paranoid paranoia in the back of your brain that says, "I'm sure you're laughing at me for being weird" as usual.

And standing up in momentum, Mira jumped out of the dining room without looking back.

Lily forgives me after I leave the dining room and leads me to the office. The word stopped that there was nothing wrong with it because it was cute.

"Dear Solomon, I have brought Mira with me"

Lily knocks on the door and calls out.

"Um, come in."

"Excuse me."

After Solomon's reply, Lily quietly opened the door and thanked him. When Mira enters the office, she gently closes the door and waits outside.

"Hey, good morning"

"Um, good morning"

Mira returns her greetings and throws her body out on the couch looking heartily tired. Solomon, eyeing the girl's costume, shook her shoulders as she covered her mouth with her hands. Mira stares at Solomon like that.

"Did you sleep well?

"Mm-hmm. Not long enough to get away from the ladies."

"You look great. The boulders are our castle ladies."

"If it was a regular robe, there wouldn't have been a problem."

Mira holds the hem of her skirt, flickering and unfaithful. In fact, I can't believe I finished it overnight.

"Well, that sounds like you made me what I asked for during the night."

"Mm-hmm. Speaking of which, you left it in your room."

"The samurai delivered it to me after you left the room. Now we can do meaningful experiments for a while. Thank you."

"I don't mind this much."

When Mira takes her gaze off Solomon, she answers as if it were illuminated. I'm pretty sure I made it just a little strained.

"Oh yeah. I'll give you this before I forget."

"Hmm, what is this?"

Solomon throws the bag as he says. Mira receives a bag with a fine jarring inside.

"It's money, money. Do you remember Glaia? Captain of the Magic Knights. I heard from him that you helped me crusade the demons. That's the reward."

"What kind of thing is that? But I don't have any money, but I don't have any trouble."

"Oh, yeah. Were you even saving up at the tower warehouse?

"What are you saying? Hand in hand..."

Saying so, Mira tries to take the money out, but stops there. I tried to get a hundred riffs out of the game, but it didn't come out. A riff, by the way, is the unit of currency in this world.

"Oh, have you noticed? Have you noticed?

Solomon grins mischievously.

In Mira's brain, a warrior runs. I rushed to open the status field and try to check the holdings, but the numbers representing the holdings that should have been there were completely missing.

"Where is my money..."

"It's just like a floating continent. I guess the waves in the electronic world drank me and disappeared. According to the majority view, money does not enter the item field because it is different from the item. I mean, it's a different frame. Until now, that system doesn't work now that it was managed by the game's system but it's no longer a game. I mean, that's what it looks like."

"Oh, my God... my 200 million..."

"That was quite a build-up... well, I thought the same thing at the time..."

From the matter of the floating continent, the two men, whose hearts were once again decided, did not speak for a while and looked to heaven.

"That's why I gave you the reward because you can't spend the money without carrying the real thing. I put in about 100,000 for now, so do it right. You're good at that."

Mira's received bag contains several currencies. One gold coin, three Mithrill coins, three silver coins, four cobalt coins and ten copper coins. Each has fifty thousand gold coins, ten thousand misrillic coins, five thousand silver coins, a thousand cobalt coins, and a hundred riffs copper coins.

"100,000... 100,000..."

"Look, forget it, forget it. You'll make money soon. [M] Because I already forgot. Because I forgot..."

Money cannot be taken from the system of the game, and the loss by Despena has no effect on money only in the item section. Therefore, it was not necessary to keep it in a warehouse. This time it will be behind it.

"Well, I was just thinking to myself, did you use the item box after you came over here?

Solomon, resurrected, recalls a change from the game age he forgot because it was even thirty years ago.

"A few times, but what's wrong with that?

"You don't seem to notice that."

That being said, Solomon takes the fountain pen on his desk and throws it over again. When Mira receives the fountain pen that flies in as she draws an arc, she brings it to the position of her gaze.

From what I've seen, it's a normal fountain pen. Nevertheless, I can see that it is a luxury item because it is about as fine as the king uses it.

"What's wrong with this?

"Try putting it in the item box"

I didn't know why I did that, but Mira dropped to the ground when she tried to add a fountain pen by calling the item field to do as she was told.

"No, what is this?"

Mira stares at the item column as she stares at the fountain pen rolling on the floor. I have some vacancies and I don't see any particular problems. I turned my gaze to Solomon without understanding what was going on.

"You said earlier that the game's system was managing about the money. Actually, it looks like the item itself was managed in brackets."

When Solomon picks up his standing fountain pen, he opens his item field.

"When it was a game, fountain pens and blade pens were classified as grocery items, swords and armor as weapons items, and gems and metals as material items, right?

For a long time now, there have been players who have been building research facilities to figure out the laws of this world and experimenting with them. Anyway, according to the person's story, an item was automatically assigned a classification due to the game's system. And the item box, as its name suggests, can only contain items classified as items "

Solomon takes a book from the shelf and tells Mira to see it.

"Now that the game's system isn't working, this fountain pen isn't a grocery item, and this book isn't a book item. I mean, I can't put it in the item box. By the way, there's nothing wrong with what's already in the item box because it's already classified."

"What an inconvenience. Can you travel with your bare hands?"

Mira mourns much for the facts she has been asked. We're going to look for all the children in question, and there's no doubt that the supplies needed for the journey will be strained.

"But six months after the item box became unavailable, a revolutionary method was developed."

"Hmm... what is that?"

"The point is, all you have to do is manually do what the system relied on. Developed at the end of the study was [Intangibles: Itemization]. If you use this technique for an item, you can classify it into various items and put it in an item box."

"I mean, with that technique, you can use it the same way you've always used it."

"That's the thing. It's easy. I'll tell you now."

"Um, please"

Thirty minutes later, Mira mastered the art of itemization without any problems. I nodded satisfactorily when I applied the fountain pen to make sure it was in the item box.

Intangibles are the generic term for all procedures that do not belong to other procedures. There are many techniques as convenient as itemization, but the most important feature is that anyone with an MP can use it. Mira used to substitute in Creos, but the art of illuminating her surroundings also belongs to intangibles.

Then Mira, who tried to itemize the whole way, returns to the couch and takes a breather.

"So I'm from the catacombs. Unlike before, dungeons in general are now managed by the Adventurers' General Union."

Solomon asked Mira to cut out a story about the upcoming mission.

"General Union? What's that?

"Since this world became a reality, it's an organization where ordinary people and powerless people can enter the dungeons without darkness and not lose their lives."

"Well... something like that. But doesn't that mean you want to monopolize the dungeon's treasure?

"I had a little case back in the day.... one child has died."

"Hmm, well..."

Somehow, but I'm convinced, Mira.

A dungeon is a field that spreads inside, not outside. There, treasure treasures lie asleep but far stronger demons and wild animals than on the field outside, making it a dangerous place. Still, the charm is great, and it is not uncommon for all kinds of thoughts to dive into the dungeons and fall into darkness where they will never again be exposed to the light of day.

In the age of games, everyone wouldn't have cared. But now that it's a reality, there are cases that cannot be seen.

A child stepped into the dungeon. To help my sick mother, to pick flowers that will be material for special medicines.

Find children who don't come home at night, all adults out. As a result, the body of a child with a round of flowers was found a little behind the dungeon, not eating scattered and retaining its original shape. And when she heard it, her mother took her breath away, as she followed her after a while.

A world that has become a reality. NPC is the real life itself that already lives there, and its death continues to linger in people's minds as a fact with emotions.

One player who heard of the incident created an organization to manage the dungeon so that such an accident would never happen again. That's the General Adventurers Union.

Now, I want permission to go into the dungeon. I want the material in the dungeon but I can't figure it out. As a result of listening to the voices of everyone, etc., the organization not only manages the dungeons, but also mediates various requests to those in a position to do so.

Gradually, the organization became enormous and was allowed to place branches in each country on the condition that they would not be involved in inter-state grievances and cooperate during demonic sweep operations.

"Well, that's why, of course, you're a union of magicians, right? This letter of recommendation."

Solomon stood up and walked over with a single envelope in his hand, smiling and offering it to Mira.

"What, you're letting me in with this?

Mira stares at the table and back as she receives the letter of recommendation, then quickly throws it into the item box using itemization. The letter of recommendation was classified as a document item.

"No, that's just a letter of recommendation. Only union adventurers can get into the dungeon. That also ranks for every difficulty in the dungeon, and the catacombs are above the C-rank.

The union now mediates a variety of requests, and ranks them up when their achievements recognize their strength. Adventurer Guild or something like that in plain sight to you. Instead, it's strange now that we didn't have this classic system in our game days. "

"It sure is. Rank up and get more challenging requests. I enjoyed those games."

With the advent of a slightly game-stained element, Mira's tension begins to rise slightly.

"The letter of recommendation guarantees your identity and strength. It originally starts with the G-rank after new enrollment, but with it, it's suddenly the C-rank.

By the way, how many kings can I accommodate in union management? "

"I see. Well, that's enough. You should sign up now."

"With Soyuko. By the way, unions have two contact points, a warrior union and a sorcerer union. Well, it's the right name, and the job's good offices are divided."

"Is the union and the others in this city too? We need to register soon."

"Yeah, I do. Rather, it's mostly in the city. It's also in the city near the catacombs, which I plan to send by carriage. But are you sure? From registration to issuing an Adventurer's Certificate, it'll take a whole day."

Solomon smiles meaningfully. Mira has a little anxiety about the look on her face.

"I don't know. Then another night..."

This is where Mira's brain comes back from this morning's tragedy. I can't imagine what kind of force the samurai given a full day's respite will come to hand. Understanding Solomon's intentions, Mira explores what is the matter.

Overnight stay in the city inn. However, they are likely to be captured when they visit the castle to catch a carriage. Even if you keep the carriage waiting outside the city, the samurai will be out at that point if you wait too.

After all the troubles, I settled on the conclusion that a day's respite was first and foremost deadly, and it was Mira who cemented her determination to leave early.

"Ask for carriage support as soon as possible"

"Heh heh. I'm ready, so I can leave anytime."

When Mira gets up in momentum, she leaves the office with Solomon.

With Lily, Solomon and Mira come to the castle stables. There were two horses and a carriage about a turn bigger than the last one I rode. There awaited beside him a tutor, a maid with a large basket and bag, and Garrett, who also served as your guest last time.

"Oh, Garrett. What if this time your lord too?"

"Good morning. If Mira doesn't like you, I will serve you again this time."

A smile Garrett praises to deceive herself when she only looks at Mira, who is more polished for a moment.

"Right, well, I'm more comfortable with the Lord, too. Nice to meet you."

When Mira says so and smiles back, Garrett replies, "Thank you" with a red face but with joy.

Okay, be careful.

"Uhm."

Solomon and I greet each other briefly, and Lily hugs us all the time before Mira gets in the carriage. Then, a samurai brought her bag and basket into the carriage.

"Please be careful. Dear Mira, I have a meal on the road for the basket and a change of clothes for this bag."

"Ugh... um, well. Thanks........."

A samurai who gets off the carriage after a gratuity. Mira can't even imagine the contents...... No, staring at the bag she didn't want to imagine, she exhaled a few unidentified sighs.