She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

twenty-six

A line that dropped Alfina off as she walked off sick toward the basement.

Now that there is nothing wrong with it, Mira blinks her eyes so hard that she can shake off the look of Ghoul earlier.

Come on, let's go.

When Mira said that and pointed her gaze in the direction of progress, there was a tact and she rushed to the side to hold Mira's hand. Flicka also leaned next to Mira as she ran after him.

Emera and Asbal, on the other hand, Zeph remained stiff staring ahead of Alfina.

"Did you two see that earlier?

"Oh, I see it. I don't know."

"I think it's nice there again."

What the three of them saw was a struggle that was overflowing from the Alfina, pulling out the sword and rushing out. By entering combat positions, both enemies and allies gain the fighting spirit they deserve. The Warrior Class can see it, but the fighting spirit of the Alfina that the three of them saw was enormous as never before.

The three send their gaze to Mira, who remains satisfied with her breasts. I wonder who the hell the girl is called Lord by Alfina, who has so much strength.

"It's amazing what summoning is. I've never seen it before, but I'm very surprised."

"... Who is your Lord..."

Mira stares at Flicka, the woman she has said and spoken to. The atmosphere is too different from what it was at first sight. Where did your expression go when you said you were cute about Mira, and now you're turning your eyes to Mira like a cosmos at night. That intelligent impression is no different than that of the first person to see if you try Mira.

"You've been with me forever, haven't you? You say funny things."

Flicka answers as she tries to raise her glasses.

"Emera, Emeller. Flicka's looking weird!

Feeling something bottomless about Flicka's attitude with a smile on her face and a modest stroke of Mira's head, Mira asks Emera for help.

"Uh, what's going on?

Emera, who was relieved, walks over to the Lord of Voices as she regains consciousness to the voice calling her name.

"Something's wrong with Flicka. You call it calm or intelligent? Anyway, it's weird."

"Uh, you know what?"

Emera nodded as if the point had been made, pulling herself over to Flicka and holding her.

"What Emera? Don't be silly."

Flicka gently paid Emera's hand as she said so and got out of that arm.

"So, what is it?

"Mira, try to do the same with me."

"Why would I do that?"

Mira showing obvious upset. That's what Emera said, too, was to hug Flicka, an intellectual beauty. Mira, who wants to be forgiven, can't take a step toward the boulder.

"Look, if you try, you'll see."

Emera, who she saw, took both hands from behind Mira's back and let Flicka hold her straight from the front.

"Wow, what are you doing Emera...... aah!?

"Mira, you're so sooo sooooo good! Do you want to have fun with your sister? I want to. Ho ho ho ho!

It was abrupt. When Flicka's cool and intelligent expression abruptly collapses, he hugs Mira as if to push her down as she jumps into her chest. Then he slid his cheeks as they were and began to indulge in Mira's soft cheeks.

"What the hell!?

Mira flutters in panic at the leopard wave. I was somewhat alert from the impression I had at first sight, but I was completely alert because I had never had any bare hands before.

"Flicka has no eyes for a pretty girl. I'm usually calm and settled, and I'm a guard I can count on. As you can see, if there's a hang-up, it's going to be the way it is."

"If only you could explain it to me with your mouth!

"I thought it would be quicker to look. Heh."

"Ahhh!

Mira's screams echo vainly into the catacombs that restored silence. But no one cares about it, and the face of Ecalato Carillon only tells with sorrow and sight, and there is no bare gesture to do something. The only tact was holding Mira's hand tightly and claiming himself.

When Flicka finished replenishing her cute, Mira finally opened up. It has been long enough since I was detained. In the meantime, Zeph was searching for unique drop items for fishing demons for the fruits of Ghoul. Sorting demonic materials is easy because you are not afraid of anything.

Then the line finally marches on. Enter the aisle from the area where you first encountered Ghoul and the next hall. There is no sound there, and heaps of ash scatter everywhere.

"I don't feel any signs."

Zeph waves his right hand and tells him he's safe, peeking into the hall just in case.

As Mira and the others enter the hall, Zeph explores the surroundings intact. And before the mountain of ashes, I found something glowing in it.

"Oh, this is Magic Stone."

Zeph says so, picking up a purple stone about the size of a bead from among the ashes. Seeing it, Asbal kicks up a nearby pile of ash, and admits that the demonic stone rolls out of it, he puts his gaze around the entire square.

"What if all this ash mountain is the end of a demon..."

In the room twenty meters square, which Asbal looked over, ten were built a mountain of ashes beyond.

In the meantime, Mira takes the Demonic Stone from one of the piles of ash.

(Hmm, don't drop it properly)

Demonic Stone is one of the material items that can be collected mainly from immortal demons. There is a constant demand for magic that can be used in a variety of fields because it has the power to move corpses. Even now that it's a reality, the demons of the catacombs seem to drop their magic stones.

Once upon a time, the demons of the catacombs were ravaged by players. When it came to visiting graves among players, it was widely communicated as catacombs.

When Mira remembered that, at some point Zeph had been running through all the ash piles and collecting the magic stones. The total number will be fourteen.

"I thought this was all earlier, Mr. Alfina? did it, didn't it?"

"In the light of the circumstances, you would."

"I wonder why it's ashes. Didn't it have a sword? Do you use flaming magic or something?

"Unless magic is an extra high-altitude technique, it can't be ashed without a trace so far. But there's no remnants of the superior surgery, so it's not magic."

When Zeph says it, Flicka denies the magic theory.

Like Zeph said, what Alfina had was a sword. If the wreckage was rolling, there would still be lacerations from the slaughter, but the only thing that seems to be the wreckage is the ashes accumulated like dust. It is impossible to burn everything down until it is ashed, even if it is not an attack by a fairly high flame. And there is magic as a possibility, but what it can do is high-ranking magic. But Flicka decided that the traces left behind by exercising mighty power were different because they were nowhere to be found.

When everyone raised a question mark on such a fact, after a moment, all gaze gathered to Mira.

"Mira, thank you for your answer."

Asked to explain with Zeph's wink, Mira spins the answer. That first and foremost extends to how you chose Alfina among the myriad summoning techniques.

"Alfina's sword is a demonic sword that has been condensed and forged with light. Slash the demon and burn it down. Everything that goes out here is immortal. There's nothing that can stop Alfina."

"I have such a sword..."

Emera sends her gaze to the mountain of ash as she shines her eyes. This time I borrowed the Spirit Sword by saying I couldn't do it to the captain of Ecalato Carillon, which actually accounts for half of the reason I wanted to try it. Emera doesn't have eyes for such things as famous swords.

"I see. I feared that even those with such swords would summon"

Asbar further upwards modifies his perception of summoning.

The attack of the ancient temple Nebrapolis, a C-rank dungeon, was harder than Emera initially thought, and could not be said to be the earliest attack.

All the most alarming demons in the dungeon are replaced by piles of ash, and Zeph fishes for it willingly. When it comes to adventure, it's about the time Emera opens the map and checks the direction of travel in a room with multiple aisles.

"What are we doing here? Magic Stone Yum?

Zeph, who recovered the coarse item from the ash heap, leaked it. From the person's point of view, it was a word of no great significance, but Emera, who was at the centre, "Ugh..." he breathes.

Escort the tact to the darkness. This was the aim, but the fact is that Mira alone would be able to accomplish enough to guess from the status quo.

Even a senior adventurer named Class C Dungeon can't just let boys and girls go to dangerous places if they fail to prepare. Emera, who said so half forcibly, laughs bitterly at the Spirit Sword in her hand, which she has only waved once.

"Parasitic good?

"Don't tell me. Eh!

It was an emera who was distressed to hold her head to a word like deciding.

Then continue further along the third level of the medium square. A large pile of ash was piled in the center. And the demon that would have been there is the Giant Ghoul, the culprit who made Mira exercise the summons that she never wanted to relate to. Now it is the end of it, though it is kicked in by Zeph.

"Uh-huh! Magic crystal!

Zeph, who finds a stone as large as his palm from the ashes, raises it high. Then the face of Ecalato Carillon, which until then had not shown much admiration, changes his expression.

That's also true, because the Demonic Crystal is a very rare material item obtained from a large immortal demon that is difficult to defeat.

"Wow! Show me. Show me."

"Oh, come on, you're serious."

"You're very lucky."

As the completely reopened Emera storms into Zeph, Asbal stares at it in the distance like a gem in Zeph's hands. Flicka didn't even change her expression but was slightly uplifting her cheeks.

Though Tact has no idea what's going on with such a face, he smiles with pleasure at the uplifting air on the spot. Mira was Mira and looked at her like other HRs saying it was rare to drop a demonic crystal.

In doing so, he continues to proceed and finally arrives at the fifth level between his destination, Kurohime.

Even then, the surroundings remain unchanged, with no sign of demons and only the mountains of ash prolonging. But that number is obviously much bigger, and even if Alfina's bravery doesn't actually go unnoticed, Emera and Asbal are breathtaking. Because we were supposed to be the ones standing on these arrows.

Destruction complete.

Such an alfina waited in the hall. He didn't even look out of breath, and his armor doesn't have a scratch on it.

"Um, thank you for your hard work. The boulder is not an alfina."

"Compliments, it's an honor"

Mira lays her hands on Alfina, who gives her kneeling thanks.

"Rest slowly but be good"

When he ordered his return, Alfina disappeared, surrounded by the demonic squares that appeared, as if they were dazzling.

Everyone stared at the condition. Only Zeph seems very sorry.

The fifth floor structure is simple upon arrival, with one passageway stretching up, down, left and right in the large square hall just ahead of you down the stairs and down the aisle. Through the passageway back to the fourth level, there are three passageways to proceed. The road leads to the warehouse on the left and the front to the lowest level. In other words, between the darkness that Takt wanted to go, you just have to go down the right aisle.

Emera checks on the map and goes through the hall to the right aisle. Zeph, who was fishing for ashes, chases after a line in a state of procrastination.

"It's like this is the middle of nowhere."

When you penetrate the aisle, open the copper worker's door and go inside, you arrive in an inexplicably shaped drawing room all over the wall. Mira, too, has not forgotten its unusual sight, and goes in and confirms her antique appearance on the front wall.

Emera and Asbal looked indoors all the way, but in that room, we don't even see a pile of ashes, rather than demons. There was just one mirror. I don't even remember Mira showing up in this room.

The silhouette, lighted thinly by the lantern's light and surfaced spookily, stood in such a way as to make people suspect that there was something besides the effect of reflecting the dead.

Someone made a noise, gobbling and breathtaking scratching away in silence.

"Ooh. What's wrong with solidifying in this place? Did you find the purpose bump?

Zeph, who has caught up with me, calls out, and Emera, surprised by that voice, trembles with her body.

"Look, they found us. That's it!"

Surprised by this, he blushes in shame, pointing to his appearance forward.

"You did it, Tact. Now you can see Mom and Dad again."

"Yes, thanks to all of you. Thanks!

Checking the mirror of the Dark Princess, Zeph stroked the head of the joyful tact like his own thing. Tact answers with a smile in tears at the edge of his eyes.

"Look, come see me"

When Mira releases Tact's hand, she gently slaps him on the back instead. Tact, who stepped forward to be pushed, said, "Yeah!" He nodded loudly and stood in front of the mirror of the Dark Princess and called her parents' names.

The use of the Mirror of the Dark Prince is extremely simple, just calling his name as he thinks of those he wants to meet. And Tact, too, thought of his slightly lingering parents and called to the mirror.

……

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"Are you out yet?

Emera speaks out as she swallows her spirits and watches, unable to contain feelings of deviation. But shortly afterwards, when Flicka stares at me, I narrow my shoulders and pull myself away awesome.

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"Doesn't that look like us?

Asbal questions the full silence. But no one can answer that question, and all they can do is stare at Tact's back.

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"Tact."

It was Mira who first noticed the change. Mira rushes over to Tact on a small run, shaking her shoulders and gently stroking Tact's head in tears.

The four of them watching as well stepped out to see what was going on, and Tact raised his voice and cried, clamping to Mira's chest for warmth.

"Father... Mother... Mrs... eh"

Mira gently strokes her back with a bump as she receives tears that tell her indefinitely as if she had cut Guan.

"What's the matter? Were your parting words sad?

To Mira's words, Tact shook his head to the side and answered, looking up with his eyes still holding tears,

"Your father and mother don't want to see me."

That's what I say, I cry again.

Apparently, I didn't see my parents. Emela and Flicka had put their hands on the shoulders of such tact, tearing with a faint look.

Asbal is in a wolf not knowing what to do. I'm opening the item section and looking for juice for treats.

And Zeph stood in front of the Mirror of the Dark Lord, observing thoughtfully. I thought maybe it was already broken and the effect of being able to meet the dead had disappeared.

"Lirica."

Zeph shrugged. The name is the name of my sister, who passed away earlier due to illness. Even if I tried Zeph, it was an unexpected voice in my mouth.

…… ─ ─

When the light slightly leaked out of the Mirror of the Dark Princess, the next moment saw a girl beyond it. When I was a year, I was 15, 6. Brown hair tied in two in a red piece. He looks up at Zeph standing in front of the mirror with a nostalgic smile.

"You're lying..."

The figure was unmistakably her sister Lirica. Around the same age as when he died, he remembered his favorite piece with a hairstyle that he tied many times. He appeared in the mirror in Lirica's last memory.

And the figure was clearly confirmed not only by Zeph, but also by Mira and the others. Mira, Emera, and Flicka, while forgiving the tact, have their gaze nailed in the mirror.

"Lilica...... Lilica!

Zeph unwittingly clings to the mirror and calls out his sister's name.

"Brother...... honey?

Lilica, the girl in the mirror who tilts her little neck in response to words. Zeph exploded his previous emotions when he was convinced he could hear himself.

"Lirica, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't help you! If I'd gone home sooner. You..."

Zeph's spinning voice of apology had rubbed from the middle of nowhere to take the form of words. Still, Zeph speaks up. with the word occasionally mixed sorry.

It was Lirica herself, who was nothing, who stopped Zeph from spitting out what she continued to indulge in while remaining emotional.

"Brother. Why, are you apologizing? Did your brother do something wrong?

"I... couldn't help Lirica. If I'd gone back to the village sooner, Lirica wouldn't have to die!

Zeph screams as if to confess to someone. Asbal, the only one who knows the circumstances of the matter, walks out to Zeph with a smile on his face.

That won't be your fault. When Asbal tried to say that,

"It's not your brother's fault! I'm sick and I'm dead. It's not your brother's fault! I didn't come here to see your brother to ask you how sorry I am. Because I wanted to say thank you!

The girl in the mirror blushes and scolds her brother, Zeph. Because I was out of my mind. That's why I'm sorry. And I blame myself for that.

"Brother!

"Yes!

Zeph accidentally corrects his posture to Lilica's angry voice. And as soon as she saw it, Lirica burst into tears, laughing out at Couscous.

"Li...... lirica?

"You haven't changed. Brother."

"Oh, oh,"

This is how Zeph was scolded from time to time when Lilica was still alive. Much more than that, but I still remembered my body. Lirica's voice.

"Brother. I died of an epidemic disease. Your brother shouldn't take any extra responsibility."

"But, Lilica,"

"But it's not. I know your brother worked hard for me. So, thank you. I love you, brother."

When Lirica says so, its appearance slowly becomes clear. Looks like we're running out of time.

"Me, too. I love you, too!

Zeph screams into the shadow of disappearing Lirica. Shortly afterwards, I felt everyone saw the smile of the girl smiling slightly.