She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Thirty.

"What strength..."

Asbal, who saw the whole battle between Mira and the devil from the castle, mutters unconsciously. The others were also stunned by the differences in the remaining dimensions.

"Mira, sister, wow! Cool!

But only tact was different. Fight the devil and run out with an admirable look at the victorious Mira. Seeing Holly Knight following Tact faithfully following orders, Ecalato Carillon's face also returned to me and rushed out to Mira.

"I want to be strong, too, Mira, like your sister!

Almost at the same time as Emera and the others catch up, Tact says as his eyes shine.

"Well, is that right? With that feeling, I'm sure you'll be strong."

Praised and fluttered by an innocent child, Mira grins slightly as she strokes Tact's head. There were no more traces of the disastrous demonic eye in its eyes, and it was back to its usual colour.

The way Emera and the others saw it, there was no shadow when she was fighting the devil, and all I could feel was the atmosphere of a girl of her age. It was a distracted face for a moment, but what still bothered me was the sight that was playing out in front of me until earlier. Mira's common sense ability to overwhelm the devil, which was said to be the enemy of mankind.

"I don't know what to say, but thank you, Mira. Thank you for saving me."

"Oh, what would have happened if it had been just us"

"I'm not thankful. It's like I'm involved."

As for Emera, the fact that she was saved her life was unshakeable, but where she was supposed to come alone if she tried it as Mira. And he shakes his head when he says thank you, because it will be in the form of a battle with the demon who was there.

"Even so, Mira is so strong. What does it have to do with being an adventurer and all of a sudden being Rank C?

Suddenly Zeph said what everyone here cares about without difficulty.

Asbal and Flicka, who were wondering what the secret might be, look at Zeph with a glance.

The person at the time of his gaze looked at Mira, not knowing the details, but still convinced he wasn't a bad person first. Close to intuition, but Zeph's observational eye is definite. And Mira's attitude toward Tact is seen not only by Zeph, but also by other members. Mira is a good sister when she comes into contact with Tact, and what an adorable impression the stretched narrative makes.

"Hmm, I guess... well, I could say"

Mira thought only for a moment after Zeph's words, but concludes that the Guild Leader of the Union of Magicians would soon know from the way he knew himself, where he hid it.

Then it would be less laborious to say the first flashing excuse than to be asked about root digging leaf digging and think about excuses to mislead it.

The devil was also an easy winner because he was a hero's apprentice. In fact, if anyone knew the barbarity of Dumblrf, that would be a sufficiently convincing statement.

"So... the reason for Mira's strength..."

Again, or most importantly, Emera, who cared most, stares at Mira to eat and waits for the words to continue. Feeling the beauty's gaze nearby, Mira didn't know she was gloriously wolfish.

"Ugh, um... you know someone named Dumblrf? I am his apprentice. I'm doing wild things instead of a master who can't move around."

At the same time as the proof of strength, Mira flaunted the reason for her coming to the ancient temple, which would later be heard. Because I thought I could push it through with a secret, even if it were pursued if I told you I was here in place of the Nine Wise Men.

As Mira stood up to see how she would react, the reaction was calm, besides.

"Master Dumbleff's apprentice... that's why he's so strong"

"The two named wise men of the army...... their disciples. I see."

Emera and Asbal swallowed the answer just saying they were rather convinced. Different dimensional battles fought in front of us. And that scar engraved around you. When it comes to those who possess so much power, it is the nine sages, the adventurers of the Legendary Class, and the generals of the Three Kingdoms that line up.

Mira's prowess, which made him shoulder to shoulder with such people, was not rather convincing that it was not for that reason either.

More importantly, there is no doubt about the words on the events that took place in front of us, and we will not be able to find answers or anything else where we suspect. So, Dumblrf, I was able to take Mira's words honestly before anything else.

"Dear Dumblrf... Apprentice of the Nine Wise Men..."

Apart from Emera and Asbal, who settled faster than Mira imagined, Flicka had repeated the answer over and over again.

Flicka also saw Mira's overwhelming strength in its eyes, so there was little doubt about it. Because before the battle with the devil, the signs felt how many times. But Flicka, a magician unlike Emera and Asbal, knows that the words are unprecedented. The Nine Wise Men have never taken any disciples. The magician of the Silver Tower is a researcher until he gets tired of it, and he can ask for his teachings from the wise, but that's it in the end. Not a disciple, not in the position of teacher and student. I hear that no one in this world is in a position to be taught all about technology on a one-on-one basis.

Since before the disappearance of the Nine Wise Men, no one has been rumored to be a disciple, nor has the Luminaria, the only one returning, ever taken a disciple.

Flicka was swaying between the thought that otherwise there would be no explanation of strength and the existence of an unprecedented disciple of sage contrary to history.

"Wow! I know. I know. Even I know the name of it. A super celebrity apprentice. That's amazing, Mira!

The easiest Zeph gestures and praises Mira. And I stared at Holly Knight, sitting beside me, and I said, "Again, you're different piercing!" and so on and so forth.

Whose apprentice would it be if we tried Zeph, but whatever the circumstances, Mira defeated the devil and we saved ourselves with it. Not more or less, Mira is strong anyway. That's all it was. Unreadable Zeph of the air in a good way.

I know a guy named Dumblrf if you try to tact him, but it's a perception of being a hero of picture books and stories. Mira, who defeated the devil more than that, is the hero himself, staring at Mira with his eyes gleaming in dazzle.

Mira was expecting to be told that it was a little "lying -" or "unlikely -" etc., but she took a breath that that was not the case and that it was good to clean it up in one word.

The reason Mira thought so in the first place is simply that the Nine Wise Men are missing. If you say so, you can call yourself an apprentice of a person whose life or death is not even known, instead of where he is. But whoever was here accepted it without even considering or confirming it. It seems strange if you try it on Mira, but the truth is that if you try it on Emera and the others, it doesn't explain Mira's strength. By then, Mira's strength had strayed from her normal course.

"Why do you honestly believe in the Lord?"

Don't just say it's a clap, Mira, I'll talk to you.

"What, are you lying!?

Emera, who was convinced and calm, approaches Mira again as if disturbed. Very close.

"No, it's not a lie. And close."

Mira gently shakes her neck to the side and lowers back as she takes her gaze off. Her face was slightly red.

"Rather, my teacher is still missing. I thought they'd say something about it."

"Oh, you know what?"

Emera snorts as if she was good at it.

"Sure, there are a lot of theories going on with the sages who are missing. You know, we got into the demonic world, we killed each other with spectacular friendship, we were promoted to God and called to heaven.

But that's just some people talking funny and funny. Normally, it's a tradition that sages must be hiding somewhere and living away from the dead.

Thirty years after that, it's not a strange time for a disciple to come out. "

It's not a mistake, though. When Emera finished saying that, while Asbal next door looked at Mira's entire body,

"And. The way the lady fought was so sobering to what my father told me."

Go on, laugh a little at it. And that was the decisive factor that immediately believed Mira's story.

"I was making your father listen good too!

"Me, too. Ever since I found out I had a proper magician, I've been asked to read the story of the Nine Wise Men many times."

"Nah. I mean, if you were born in this country, there wouldn't be anyone you don't know."

The other three keep their mouths together so that they follow Asbal and think of the scene of the story. The scene was very similar to the way Mira fought earlier.

"With stories?

Emera began to talk to Mira, leaning her neck, to tell her the details.

Everyone's story is about the Nine Wise Men, very popular with young and old in the Kingdom of Alkite. The story of Dumblev within it may depict martial arts such as summoning a thousand summoning spirits simultaneously, but one story was particularly popular among them. Summoners using summoning and fairy arts are the main story.

Summoners fly and Dumblrf runs the ground. The children were all enthusiastic about the story. And from the common perception that we've all known since we were kids, Mira's words were immediately accepted.

"I didn't know there was such a thing out there..."

Emera tells the story succinctly, but enthusiastically. And because Tact is excited and "wow, wow," Emera is getting better and better.

"Mira, this is still a preface! Your master, Master Dumbleffe's martial arts will not end to this extent!

Shaking her fist up in excellent condition, Emera squatts immediately after being poked in the stiff spot of Flicka's wand.

"That's enough, Emera. Let's go home sooner than that. I'd also like to report that the devil has appeared on this scene."

"Sort of... right. Soo seriously......"

Emera answers with a cuddly voice. Emera stood up slightly tearful.

"Well, I should have stopped along the way because of what I heard."

Mira says as she looks at Emera holding her abdomen, saying she would have done without pain if she had stopped along the way.

"That's not true, Mira! You don't care because the bad news is Emera!

"Oooh!?

Step back. Hold Mira up as Flicka scratches as she raises her voice in front of her. Simultaneously burying his face in his chest, he lays low on the ground with a chop of guiding emera. If I did it, they did it back. That's the idea.

Just before Flicka falls, Mira is held by Emera before being lowered to the ground.

"Something, I'm sorry"

"Until now, it was normal."

"Perhaps the tension was lifted and the limits of patience were exceeded."

"Difficult."

The two people who said that rolled down the ground with a happy smile and said, "I was so soft!" and stare at the stuffy flicka as she wandered.

"Too bad."

"Well, Flicka's charm there, too"

Asbal groans with a sigh, and Zeph answers what a handicap would be if she were beautiful.

"Nevertheless, Master Dumbleff of the story said that besides summoning, he could do melee fights with immortality, but Mira inherits that, too, right? That was amazing."

As Flicka regains calm, Emera speaks with feverish eyes. Fact is that's how Dumblrf fights, and it can deviate from how a decent summoner fights.

"Immortal magic... suddenly disappeared. Wow, that's a lot of fairy art."

"That's normal."

"I couldn't catch up with my eyes. Do all the magicians move that insanely?

"I don't know anything else, but that's normal."

"It was kind of running empty, wasn't it? The magician is in our guild, but I don't think he could have done that."

"It's not the inherent skill of a magician to walk in the sky. That's not normal."

Mira's movements, which are also superior to those of a fairy magician, were a little paranormal stained when viewed objectively, along with the fact that she behaved in large measure. Unlike the story, that battle you actually saw is not powerful. Of course, the sight is clearly engraved in the back of the Emeras' brains.

"Immortality is amazing!

Summarizing the totality of everyone, Emera speaks out in excitement. Along with that, the face of Ecalato Carillon greatly alters his perception of immortality. A disciple of a wise man who was a summoning magician but also manipulated immortality fought so many immortal battles. It's also a fairy battle that overwhelms the devil. There's no reason not to be fascinated.

"... what... bye"

The fact that it should show the strength of summoning, but as a result the most appreciated was immortality. Mira jumped her gaze far away and held her head where she had gone wrong.

"Hey, couldn't this be pretty good?

On the next chance, Zeph's voice echoes from afar where Mira raised her face, who was also betting on the possibility of a suspicious summoning salvation if she was on her way home. When everyone reacted and turned their gaze to you, at Zeph's feet were the wreckage of the devil and his gains rolling.

"Nevertheless, it looks amazing again."

Asbal says as he fingers through the wounds engraved on every part of the demon's body surface. From there he tapped lightly with the back of his hand and sighed at its unusual robust armor coat. I was wondering if I could do all I could to inflict one plunder wound.

When Emera squeezes the sword pattern vigorously with the same feeling, she vows in her heart to double her training starting today. Those eyes had a burning scenario of another dimension, and one day they had a passion to go to the place themselves.

As impressed as he was, Tact hid behind Mira as soon as he saw the devil, and Mira said, "It's okay," and caressed her head gently.

"Mm-hmm, this is it. Well, you're not going to be able to hold it."

Zeph pulls the sickle he manages to lift with both hands and transports it to Asbal. Asbal, who received it, distorts his expression at that moment.

"WOW... what a weight. Hmm!"

With that said, put it up with both hands and wave it down loudly. The blade plunged into the ground with a tall metal sound.

"What do you say, do you think you can use it?

"You're loaded on me. And I've never used a sickle before. This belongs to the lady who defeated the devil in the first place. Well, the weapon doesn't seem to be necessary for the lady, but if you sell it, it'll add a lot of value."

"Mm-hmm. Later, there are demonic stones and demonic crystals, and Mira, you're a whack. Can I have ten percent of the cost of collecting items?

Zeph smiles jokingly. As a matter of fact, all the items obtained in the ancient temple are Mira's handles if you pull out the first ghoul. Zeph had recovered it knowingly, and even the other members were not going to say anything about it.

But Mira was different.

"What. This kind of thing is basically a headache. I'm not good at calculating, so I'll take care of it."

The face of Ecalato Carillon in its words becomes a complete stop of thought. To the recovered demonic stone, the Great Sickle, the weapon of the devil. It would be a little bit of a fortune, not to calculate.

And whoever sees it, its ownership is in Mira. But the person who owns it said it was natural for us to split it. It is common sense as adventurers to work together to separate demonic part items, etc., but now that Mira's strength is known, we recognize that we are in the position of being companions only to arrive in Mira.

"But look, it was Mira's summons that knocked him down."

"Shall we party?

Mira responds with a question mark to Emera, who communicates the current situation.

More than the ex, Mira intends to, and that is simply stained as the common sense of the player. Mira, who doesn't like to rub it with demonic drop items, thinks it's ideal and equal to have it all as a head start in a party fight.

Emera and Mira tilt their necks as they gaze at each other. Tact tilts his neck not knowing what the story is about.

"Such a nostalgic Mira is lovely too!

Mira, also embraced by Flicka, who said so and popped out, appeals to Emera to do something with her gaze.

Emera smiled cously as she dropped her hand knife several times into Flicka's brain weather.

"Mira, you're insane everywhere"

"You agree with that."

Asbal nodded greatly at Emera, smiling gently as she was half-hearted.

"I don't have that much trouble with hardware."

I'm just talking about forcing Solomon if you have to.

"As long as I'm staying at the summer lights, and speaking of which, yes."

"Uh, you said that"

"I said it. I said it. I envy you not having trouble with the money."

Emera looks a little farther and thinks of Karanak's best inn. Only once, a summer light visited as a victory celebration. Interiors and conditioning that are distinctly different from many of the dishes in hand and the dining room at Affordable Accommodation. Emera remembers a noisy evening there with her companions as she immersed herself in the feeling that she had also become a princess.

Asbal and Zeph also remembered the victory celebrations at that time, but Emera's face, which they had been doing all night, comes first in their memory. Apparently, Emera herself didn't realize that her expression was loose due to the princess's mood.

"Uh, are you sure about that?

"I don't mind. And if there is anyone in your Lord's guild who can use that sickle, give it to him."

I don't use it myself, but tell him it's best to keep it in the hands of those who can use it because it's a rare weapon in the corner. Again, it's a player thing. If the equipment comes out, it is in the hands of the person who can make the most of it. Mira has always done that, and she was never willing to change that.

Mira's words of that kind of heartfelt made the same expression change again. Emera was taken aback, Asbal laughed bitterly, and Zeph laughed greatly. Flicka, resurrected there, leans her neck in the expression of the Trinity.

"You don't know until you've appraised it, but even one of these is pretty good, huh?

"It would be best to give the equipment to someone who can use it effectively if they are with us. I don't need it. Is there anyone among you who can use it?

"Well, it's tough on me, but I have a Dark Knight in my alliance, so he might be able to use it."

Even though Asbal says so, he clouds his words as to whether to give those who are not here a first-class product, such as a devil's weapon.

"Well, the Dark Knight? Then it looks just fine. I'll give it to him."

"No, but. As far as we're concerned, the Alliance's power will increase, so I'm telling you, I can't get it to the boulders. I don't know about all this."

"Yeah. I appreciate Mira's offer, but I mean, I can draw attention to the boulders or something"

There's no point in Emera and Asbal saying it either. As an advanced adventurer, I pay attention to the financial aspects, but this time the digits are different. I don't spend sickles or anything when I try Mira, and I haven't had that much trouble with the money.

But I didn't think it was a good idea to sell it. Above all, what Mira is wary of is that it's in the wrong hands. If the bad guy had a powerful weapon in his hands, the damage would be invisible.

The possibility that what you put out into the world will be used for crime. Then I thought I'd give it to Emera and the others. It's still a short time, but the Emeras will definitely be good people. Above all, the behavior of worrying about the child and getting here proves it. And since it looks like a famous guild, it will be easy to grasp footprints.

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't like selling poorly and being used by bad guys. Then you'd feel safer leaving it with someone you seem to trust?

Mira glances up at Emera as she says so, and Emera gleams with a dazzling but gradual look on her face. I reacted to the word trust that was in the words. And the words struck her straight in the heart of honesty.

"Okay! I'll keep it responsibly!

Having so declared, Emera takes Mira's hand and exchanges her gaze with her eyes that let her strong will reside.

"Are you serious? I know what you mean about your daughter, but we just met today."

"Well, you're right. I don't know what to say to myself, but it's too early for a boulder."

"I would never betray Mira."

Flicka said it without getting lost. In contrast, Asbal, Zeph and his inner heart are happy, while speaking out their commonsense opinions. I'm thinking about Mira's future, but I know who she is and what she is.

"If anything happens, I'll go and collect it immediately."

Mira, smiling invincibly, was compelled to believe that Ecalato Carillon, who understood the language, had nothing to say.