She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

twenty-four

I promised to go to the ancient temple, the next morning. Mira receives the lunch box she asked for for lunch in the inn cafeteria.

As the gothrolitic girl leaves the inn, the inn staff starts to get a lot excited about who the girl is. Predictions such as being a courtier here, or a royal of patience, or a hidden son of an advanced adventurer, were flying around, and occasionally adventurers who were nearby mixed in to talk.

Mira herself hasn't noticed much attention yet.

The sky is clear, great picnic day. Mira goes on in the gentle morning sun until before the union she promises.

Time is a little late in the morning, so those who attend work are neglected, and the boulevard stands out as buyout housewives and armed adventurers.

A crowd was forming in the hall in front of the union, the destination, as Mira went on breathing to show her the essence of summoning today.

"What was that about?

Whimpering, Mira sits down in a resting chair in front of the Union of Magicians. Then they look around to see if they're here yet, but they don't see anyone like it.

I take the apple ole out and put on my mouth, wondering if I was here a little too soon.

Fifteen minutes after Mira arrives in front of the union, she opens the menu and confirms the current time, indicating ten o'clock. It's time to make a promise. But there were no two of them yet.

"It's too late. You're late."

Mira zeroes her stupidity as she sends her gaze around. In its eyes, there is still a mysterious group bustling in the square.

I wonder if they do it in the morning market or in street art.

Just fine, so I thought I'd take a look at it in my spare time. When Mira gets up, a familiar boy pops out of that group scratching people. But in doing so, the boy who kicked into people's feet dropped the two copper coins he had in his hand and began to chase the rolling copper coins.

"What are you doing here, Tact?"

Mira picks up the rolling copper coin and speaks up to the familiar boy, Tact, as she walks toward the group.

"Oh, good morning, Mira. Hey! Thanks."

Tact turns his nostalgic smile to Mira as he receives the copper coin.

"You are not alone in the Lord. Where's Emera?

"There it is."

When asked, Tact pointed to a group of people in the square. Mira thought that Tact had come out of the group, apparently even in his spare time, earlier than he had.

"Emera, hey, Mira, hey, there you are!

Tact turns to the group, and when he rushes over, he calls out loudly.

After a while, Emera the brunette elf showed up scratching the crowd.

"It's too late, Mira. I've been waiting a long time."

Emera deliberately swells her cheeks as she says she was waiting. But if I tried Mira, she would mix up with the crowd and make a scene, so I shoulder to shoulder that it was this way that they waited.

"Don't be silly. I'm not the one waiting. [M] I've been sitting in that chair waiting for you."

Silence flows between them. And Emera smiled bitterly as she gradually began to wander her gaze, her hands together.

"I'm sorry! I didn't expect so many people to get together"

That's the excuse, Emera. But there's a little bit of a catch on that excuse, when Mira tries to open her mouth,

"Is that Mira, the deputy chief?

A big man peered into his face from behind Emera. Wearing heavy armor of dull silver glowing metal, a scarlet bell is designed on the hand. The metal hammer on the back tells the story of the strength of the extraordinary power at the back length. Now it looks like a good face for people, and it also has short, mowed red short hair and a wild atmosphere with red mustaches around the mouth.

And cut it off, and two more face.

"Yah, so cute -!

A woman in a purple robe lined up to the right of Emera as she said and bounced. The blue eyeballs behind the blue-edged glasses even glow with passion. Around the sleeve of the robe were embroidered scarlet bells. At first glance the face of an intelligent impression, but now the behavior had ruined everything. Her hair stretched slightly below her shoulders was green and she wore a wand about a meter long on her hips.

"Seriously, where!? Oh, beautiful girl found! But as far as I'm concerned, it's almost five years away."

Now line up to the left of Emera, a lightly dressed man who intriguestly observes Mira's head to toe. Piercing on brown hair and a green bandana are embroidered with scarlet bells similar to the two of us. He was colored, tall, had two daggers on his hips, a black jacket and camouflage trousers. He looks like a light man.

"Who is it?

Mira is suddenly exposed to the gaze of more than one person, and while she feels the spiciness, she glances at the three people she seems to know from her words and actions.

"I am a select member of my guild, Ecalato Carillon!

Emera answers confidently.

"Even so, we were the only ones available today."

"Why do you say that?

Emera grabs a puffy, angry collar and shakes it to a light-hearted, light-hearted man. In contrast, the man repeated, "I'm sorry" without looking bad.

"I'm Asbal. Nice to meet you, lady."

A big man laughing happily. The goodness of the unimaginable is seeping out of the harsh look.

"Flicka, nice to meet you"

The purple robe woman gives her right hand to ask for a handshake when she smiles intellectually, lifting her glasses all the way up.

"Ugh... um. I'm not Mira. Nice to meet you."

Though she thinks the woman's impression may have been different earlier, Mira reaches out her right hand to the hand offered.

"I knew it was cute -!

The moment he holds his hand, Flicka breaks his face and gets bored with a sweet voice as if people had changed.

"Mira, Mira, puffy."

Flicka sticks Mira's cheek together as she says. Mira can't escape the range because she is still holding hands, even as she moves away. He shakes his head and resists, but keeps getting his cheeks protruded so that he can be fenced well.

"Emera, what a shame!

Speaking up, Emera takes her hand away from the light man and looks back. And as he smiles bitterly at the state and leaks his sigh, he drops his knife "go" to Flicka's brain weather and the star flies out of Flicka's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mira. I told Flicka to stay out of this."

"It's not what I want you to do, it's what I want you to do."

Flicka is stripped by Asbal while holding her head with both hands. Mira was remembering Shelley, the billboard daughter of a store in Silver Wand, a village she stopped by, as she headed to the Alkaite kingdom.

"I'm Zephyrd. Call me Zeph."

The light man, named Zephyrd, laughs nica with his gaze at the height of Mira as he approaches without a sound. Mira has a positive impression of the uninhibited look.

"I'm not Mira. Why are they here?

"My help!

When Mira glances at the three of them and asks about the appearance of Emera's companions, who did not appear slightly in yesterday's story, Emera answers only naturally. These three are the measures to dispel the remaining anxiety that Emera talked about last night where she headed after delivering the tact.

I'm only anxious to go for the three of us to a dangerous C-rank dungeon. And there's nothing I need to bother to do with the three of us. When she decided to go to the Ancient Temple, Emera was looking to ask her spare guild members for help.

"Hmm, okay? Shall we go then? I'll take care of it."

Even if I try Mira, there are no problems where the number of people has increased. And I'm pretty sure that men like Asbal and Zeph will settle down better than just beautiful Emera.

Mira opened her eyes and glanced at the moment she turned her gaze to the main street as she tried to walk out of Tact's hand. How dare you surround yourself with crowds?

The crowd of squares Mira was watching is now spreading around this place.

Actually, the cause was Emera and the others. There are four key members of Ecalato Carillon, a well-known guild as the Advanced Adventurer, and there's no reason not to get your attention. In fact, the Emeras had arrived in front of the union earlier than Mira. After doing some work in the union and waiting for Mira in the square, people gathered and turned into a mysterious group.

It would be self-evident that if the cause came out of that population and was with Mira, the same phenomenon would occur.

"Sister Emera, it's lovely," "I want Flicka to scold you," "Zeph, don't get on with it." "Asbal's brother, please take me out for drinks next time," "That pretty girl, I guess, new member." "Zeph, watch out for the night lane."

In the hustle and bustle squares, Mira clings to Emera trying to get there quickly when she hears the kind of voices that are noticed.

"Do you want to go then? Follow me."

"Yes, sir."

Emera holds her right hand in frying and continues north on Boulevard. Zeph was the only one who replied. Asbal smiles bitterly, and Flicka keeps staring at Mira without taking her gaze off. Feeling uncomfortable, Mira lurks in the subtle shadow of Asbal. Tact walked away with Mira holding her hand like that.

If Emera proceeded, the group paved the way undisturbed, and when it slipped out, encouragement was thrown from the rear.

When Mira became an advanced adventurer, she was also impressed with how she would be treated as a celebrity.

Leaving Karanak, the soul-quenching city, to proceed towards the mountain ranges stretching to break both sides of the north, less than twenty minutes. Through the woods, in front of you, the ancient temple of Nebrapolis, a lined destination of cut out god statues, greets you in a grand setting.

"Well, here we go."

"If you look again, it's spectacular again."

Emera pulls herself together, while Mira says in a tourist mood. The temperature difference between the two is obvious.

The line as it is stops in front of the ancient temple. There are few odds, but there are demons lurking in the first ritual hall to reach inside the ancient temple. Be vigilant about that.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Saying so, Zeph erases his footsteps, and then enters the temple.

Then for a while, "No, no, no, no, no, no." A voice rang from inside.

As Mira and the others advanced to the festival hall, each of them lowered their hips in close proximity. And it's hard to predict where I took a breath, and Emera speaks out.

"Well, then confirm the purpose of this one. Destination is on the fifth floor, between the darknesses."

"Did you call it the Mirror of the Dark Queen? But even on the fifth floor, the demons are more troublesome, but are they okay? I can't believe you brought such a lady or a boy."

I've also dived here several times in Ecalato Carillon. I was ready to go in with a party of key members, and I was able to make my way through the fifth layer.

Even though they have improved their strength compared to the time, there are only four main members, even the amulet for boys and girls. Asbal can't help complaining.

"Well, you can see that before you say it. Let us change your prejudices."

Mira says confidently as she gently rebels her chest. Emera and the others were all those attention-grabbing adventurers. Then I also thought it would be a good opportunity to make the world aware of the power of a summoner.

"Well, well, then look forward to it"

With that said, Asbal was convinced that she was about the age she wanted to stretch out the girl's words, and when she had to, she had decided to hold them but run away. The other three have similar ideas.

"The avant-garde is me and Mr. Asbal. Mira and Tact pinched you in the middle, Flicka and Zeph in the back. All right?

"Okay."

"Yes."

Copy that.

"Well, that's good."

"Yes! Regards!

As each replies, the four El Carrato Carillons begin to ascertain their weapons.

Asbal inspected the grip and connections of the hammer, and Flicka lined up several other cards besides the cane. Zeph paints the drained dagger with something like oil.

And Emera took one Western sword out of the item box and wore it on her hips, putting the sword in the item box until now.

"Oh, is that sword the captain's?

Asbal asks when he sees the sword that Emera wears. At the same time, everyone follows Asbal's gaze and pours it on Emera.

"Yeah, yeah. Because the place is the place, I gave it to him when I told him the translation. Most of this should go a long way."

Emera exudes herself as she says. Its double-edged sword emits a pale, white light, representing that it is not just a sword.

"Well, the Spirit Sword of Light. Have something interesting."

Mira looks at Emera's sword and says: Light emitting is a characteristic to which light attributes have been granted. And whatever the number of swords in light attributes, including rare objects, the sword in front of them becomes a substitute for gaining a somewhat special history.

Although the sword of the most common light attribute has an intact sword called the Holy Sword, this can be created by using water as holy water and fire as holy fire to strike the sword at the time of creation. There are several other ways, rare objects, such as the Holy Sword and the Divine Sword, are unique in their design and only rare at a glance.

But Emera's sword is a western sword with no weirdness whatsoever. It's glowing pale but at first glance, it'll only look like a sword.

But, magician. Especially the superior magician can see what's around the sword.

"You got a good idea. Exactly. It belongs to the captain, but I asked him to borrow it."

Emera said that while she delivered her sword to the sheath, the shining particles that were wrapped around her sword scratch away.

This brilliant particle is why Mira said it was the Spirit Sword of Light.

Spirit swords are those blessed by the Spirit on the sword, and the properties of each of the various spirits can vary. They dwell besides the sword, and they are called spiritual weapons.

Features include the possibility of living in any kind of weapon and the fact that the magician can see a piece of power living there.

The warrior class has a fighting spirit, while the magician class sees a spirit. That is why I see the power of the Spirit that dwells in the sword.

Anyone who is a magician knows this. And the higher the magician, the clearer he becomes, and the more spirits he sees.

I only thought Emera, Asbal and Zeph were knowledgeable girls, but Flicka, the same magician, was different. She couldn't see the light particles of evidence, the Spirit Sword. And if you can't see it, it's going to be hard to say it's a spirit sword at a glance.

Girls can see the remnants of spirits that even Flicka, the advanced adventurer, can't see. It was also a cut for Flicka to begin to wonder if this girl might not be the only one.

"Let me count on you."

Asbal raises the end of his mouth and laughs nicely, rebacking the hammer and standing up.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it. Come on, let's go!

As everyone else raises their hips following Emera, who rose in momentum, they head to the altar, the basement of the ancient temple Nebrapolis, the entrance to the first layer.

Mira takes the card case out of the item box and presses the permit of the ancient temple against the junctional crystal surrounding the altar, recalling the way she was taught when she received it.

"Sa, finally -. Do you have any treasures?"

"Don't get the purpose wrong. It's an escort to the Dark Princess."

He said, "I know."

Asbal seriously advises Zeph through the shaky and thin junction and down the stairs for a moment. When Emera, Flicka, and Tact see that they have missed the line, Mira also follows them as they return the permit to the card case.

A few seconds after a row had gone down the stairs, the junction was regaining its strength again and the unmanned return to the festival hall had begun to show its face as the little bird asked how it was doing.