She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Thirty-one

"Well, I'll take care of this first and give it to you responsibly."

"Uhm, do that"

When Emera hangs the intangible technique of itemization on the sickle, she screws it into the item box.

"Ugh. Capacity critical."

"I can't help but weigh you down."

While looking at the item field, Emera looks up at the numbers that indicate its capacity and speaks up.

An athlete's bracelet on a union loan with an adventurer. In fact, the allowable amount of items varies from type to type, and of course, the larger the rental fee. Emera's bracelet is the largest in two hundred kilograms, but it also combined for what it originally contained, almost burying its capacity.

Asbal actually had the Great Sickle in his hand, so I am convinced that that weight would do so. However, Mira tilts her neck because there was no limit to the allowable amount during the game.

"What, you got the capacity?

Mira looks at Emera's bracelet as she says. The bracelet is almost identical in design to what I do. Is it slightly bigger?

"Don't you have Mira's?!?

"You don't!?

"You can let me in all you want!?

In addition to Emera and Asbal, Zeph also eats. If you make it Zeph, which is a collection of items, an endless item box is truly a dream item.

Mira, who was called in, tried to open her item section while pulling to its sword screen. As far as the list goes, it doesn't contain anything particularly heavy, most of the trinkets. It won't even take a hundred kilograms to look at as total weight.

In other words, even if a cap had occurred in the item box because it had become a reality, it is also believed that it has not yet reached that point.

"No... I don't know what to do. I don't even know if I can get in there."

Mira answers that with the possibility in mind.

In fact, all three of them turn down their fever that there will be nothing like freshly becoming adventurers and packing items to the limit. But there's a flickr. I notice a question.

"If it was loaned from the union, I'm sure you're asking about capacity."

Along with the words, raise your voice.

"Speaking of which, yeah. Did you hear that?

That's what Emera told me, Mira's bracelet was an operating terminal from the beginning, not an operator's bracelet. There's no way I'm listening.

"Ah... this is something I left behind more than my teacher. I only know how to use it."

"Well, I see. Then why don't you do it?"

Mira uses the apprenticeship setting to make fun of it and nods as if she is convinced.

"But if you get a full capacity, you might want to make sure."

"Right. Let's do that."

Endorsing Flicka's suggestion, Mira pondered on returning to Alkaite Castle, appropriately sticking things around there to give it a try.

After that, Mira puts the sickle in the item box once she keeps it and returns it to Emera to confirm that she still has no problem.

When Mira and the others finished experimenting like that. The first thing I noticed was Zeph.

"Ooh!? They're starting to burn!

Turning simultaneously to their voices, Mira and the others saw the remains of a demon wrapped in black flames and scattered throughout their bodies.

"What's wrong, did you do something!?

Ask Zeph, who looks distracted beside Asbar as he flies out to a position where he won't touch the flame.

"No, nothing. Suddenly."

Zeph keeps showing that flame in his eyes as he shakes his neck to the side. Zeph was merely observing with interest the demons that were supposedly completely annihilated. Then it suddenly burned up in front of me.

"Don't worry. That's the end of the devil."

Mira said so with a calm look. When the demon is defeated, it will be extinguished with black flames in a certain time. And when the flames subside, there's,

"Hmm... something's still burning."

With such expressions as fear, Zeph protrudes the black object left behind. When the devil loses his life, his presence returns to dust by the magic of the kingdom that dwelled within. And only the tougher parts of the devil will withstand the fire.

"Besides your thoughts, you're not the one left."

Zeph recovered the demon material when he decided that this was what it was.

Finish everything you need to do and move on to the top. On the way home, no demons were resurrected, and nothing went up from the sixth layer to the first layer.

Mira and the others breathe refreshing air all over their chests through the junction of the entrance. Except for one, Zeph.

"Huh! I knew this moment out of the dungeon would feel good."

Breathe in as Emera stretches wide. It's not exactly outside because it's still a festival place, but it's still crisp enough compared to the shady basement as a jerk.

As Asbal and Flicka each showed indulgence, Zeph muttered "Whoa, whoa," holding both cheeks engraved with bright red bills with his hands. As a result, I was making fun of Emera again as I climbed the sixth floor of the stairs.

Tact stares at Mira next door. The eyes dwelt with respect and a strong will.

"Well, I got out of my thoughts early, and shall we go home before sundown"

Emera says as she looks at the red-dyed sun, which goes zero through the gap in the temple.

From the ancient temple to the soul town of Karanak, it is twenty minutes on foot. The original plan was to camp on the middle tier, but ended with an overwhelmingly short itinerary due to the Mira massacre. In Emera and the others' item boxes, countless pieces of food and medicine slept one leg faster without appearing.

Dropped off by the statue of the dwelling god, the line goes into the path of the forest on the way home.

As the voice of the early riser sounded slightly from afar, a glimmer of wind across the forest road stroked through the line, the black cat followed and popped out.

"Mira, white!

It was Mira's skirt curled up by the wind that saw Flicka at the end of her gaze when she turned away from her robe. It was a sudden gust of wind, but the aim was clear. Flicka's vision captures the blank white pants, his nose roughly approaching Mira. Opposite Mira shivered her body with Vikri and shielded Asbal to send her gaze to Emera. Do something about it.

Emera snorted silently all day today, and when she dropped a fairly skilled knife on Flicka's head, she sighed.

"You're not a bad boy, are you?

and utter words that cared for his companions once and for all. Mira shook her head back that it would not be a problem for the bad boys.

"Um..."

When Emera comes back as she pulls over Flicka, Tact lowers her voice as she looks up at Mira.

"Mm-hmm. Hey, what's up?

Mira answers with a gaze at the tact as she peeks into Asbal's face from the shadow. Tact worries a little about what to do, but decides to give Mira a straight gaze back.

"I saw a woman earlier before the wind blew. It looked like they were chasing me, and I was wondering."

To that word of tact, Mira shouts her surprise, "Ho."

"Tact, did you see that one now"

"Yes. Uh, he was a hair guy like Mr. Alfina."

"Right or right. Apparently, the Lord has the qualities of a magician. It's not the Spirit of the Wind that just passed by."

Yes, the Spirit of the Wind was crossing the line just before the wind blew. And as a result, Flicka, who was able to predict the wind, was locking on Mira's skirt. It is a waste of talent.

"I'm the magician..."

Repeating Mira's words, Tact trembles in the joy of gushing. Mira, a benefactor and admirer, could be the same magician. The thought of tact grows stronger and more radiant at first.

"But from what I've seen, it looks like the black cat is after me, and what's wrong with that?"

Mira puts her hand on her whining jaw and tours her memory, but all she remembers is the presence of an elemental eater, such as a presence chasing the Spirit. And that doesn't make me look like a black cat, no matter what I do wrong, because I have a monster look that is true to the basics.

As Mira was lost in her thoughts, the forest on the right swayed as she touched, the Spirit of the Wind crossed the line again. With that look in his eyes, Mira steps out immediately and stops holding the black cat that later popped up.

"Mmm, what the hell..."

The black cat was a lot lighter than it looked. On the contrary, I look up at Mira and squeal like I'm complaining about nya and something.

"Oh, you feel some magic from that black cat."

Flicka, who had been resurrected at some point, says as she peeks into Mira's hand. Mira looked into the black cat when she heard the words (...).

"This guy... is he a ceremonial god?"

The letter 'Formula God: Nyanmaru' emerges so that it overlaps the appearance of a black cat.

Formula A god is like a manipulative squire of a yin and yang magician, and that is what countless forms exist. They range from animals to fantastic creatures.

"But... this one..."

Still in my arms, a black cat flashing with a meatball pressed against Mira as she rattled. It was too cute.

Shortly before her expression unwittingly loosened, Mira held Emera's gaze in consciousness. But I don't know how adorable a black cat is to stay. And Flicka doesn't even know Mira is staring at Mira's chest, pretending to see the black cat at hand.

"Um..."

A fluttering wind broke from behind Mira, and a whispering girl's voice claspered in her ear. And at the same time, Nyama and the black cat turn themselves out of Mira's hand and rush to the back.

"Ah...... Earlier."

A quick breath, Tact shrugged with his eyes at the look of it. Mira looks back bitterly at Flicka as she stares at her chest without following the black cat again. Then there was the figure of the Spirit of the Wind, who crossed in front of him.

"Hey... what are you going to do to Mr. Cat...!?

The Spirit of the Wind, peering into his face from the shadow of a tree, asked Mira and Flicka in full alert as he held him to shelter Nyanmaru.

The two questioned are slightly puzzled by this situation because they only saw the schematics of the wind spirits being chased by the black cat. But the only thing I found out was that the Spirit of the Wind and the Black Cat would get along.

"Uh... I'm not particularly willing to do anything."

"Uh... uh... So... you're here to abuse me!?

Yes, when the Spirit of the Wind screams, the ambient air suddenly begins to twitch, and a small whirlwind winds around the surroundings of the Miras.

"Whoa, what is this? What's going on?"

"Hey...... Hey Mira, Flicka. What state is it in!?

I don't know what Mira is talking about because Emera, Asbal, and the warrior class don't see spirits. But he leans against a whirlwind so fierce that he feels in danger.

"Apparently, the Spirit of the Wind mistook us for trying to abuse the Black Cat."

"That's not good, is it?

Zeph pulled his cheeks into the pale Flicka words, wondering if it might be some other impending situation of his thoughts.

"Sort of calm but good. We think the Lord is after us, and we're just holding onto him."

Mira elucidates as she is, indicating a black cat with her eyes still on the chest of the Spirit of the Wind. The Spirit is never the unwilling opponent. Basically, he's on the side of humanity.

"... are you Nyanmaru?

When the Spirit of the Wind tilts his little neck, he repeats some of Mira's words.

"That black cat ceremony, in the name of God... you didn't know...?

…………

Then Mira briefly introduced herself to the situation. That the Spirit of the Wind seemed to be attacked by the Black Cat, or that he stopped the Black Cat to help. And that black cat is a ceremonial god, and that his name is Nyanmaru.

Apparently, Nyanmaru and the Spirit of the Wind were playing with the chase.

"Aww... you know, that. I'm sorry."

"No... I'm sorry I broke in without knowing what was going on"

The whirlwind gradually weakens as Mira explains, and when the explanation ends, the Spirit of the Wind mouths an apology with Nyanmaru in his arms. By contrast, Mira also apologized, and the two smiled at each other without a heart.

"Mr. Neko...... was Mr. Nyanmaru a ceremonial god"

"Nya-yay."

"By the way, does your Lord know Nyanmaru's master?

"No, the first time I met Mr. Nyanmaru was when I was attacked by someone who was afraid. I asked Nyanmaru to help me with the danger, but I don't think there was a Yin Yang magician in particular.

I've been playing with Nyanmaru every now and then since that day, but I've never met him. "

The Spirit of the Wind speaks expressively. Where you are attacked, fear floats, and where you help, your eyes shine. Mira laughs bitterly at the magnitude of the reaction, but focuses on a point that doesn't fall on her heart.

"Then Nyanmaru is an autonomous ceremonial god.

Did you say earlier that your lord was attacked?

"Ah, yes. I was moonlight bathing by the lake, and suddenly I was surrounded. The scary faces had weapons in their hands. I was surprised and I was running around the woods, and Mr. Nyanmaru jumped in and drove me away from the scared people."

"I can't believe we're attacking the Spirit!

"Um, not at all."

Flicka raises her anger shortly after she hears the words of the Spirit of the Wind. If you try to be Flicka, a magician, the Spirit is close and very important. He was manifesting his anger at those who harmed the Spirit. And to Flicka, who raised his voice abruptly, the warrior faction, who can't hear the Spirit, even if they don't understand the situation, understands some reason in its words. At the same time, he stared at Flicka, who haunted his voice for a cause other than a pretty girl, as unusual.

Unlike demons, natural spirits like wind spirits never do anything to hurt people without harming them from this side. On the contrary, he is a gentle being who, if nearby, reaps all kinds of benefits and even helps in distress. Even if you defeat the Spirit, just buy all the wrath of the Spirit and you will never get a rare item.

But that's a game age story. Now that it's a reality, maybe there's something I don't know. Something I want to gain until I harm my good neighbor. When Mira comes to the idea, she dislikes the depth of a person's greed.

"I am very grateful to Nyanmaru. And your friend told me that our people are being attacked and taken away in various places."

"Does that mean there are other people outside here who attack spirits?

"That's right. I was able to help Nyanmaru..."

The Spirit of the Wind hugs Nyanmaru with his trembling hands. There was a sadness in that expression wishing my companions well.

(In various places, it may be the work of the infidel who makes the spirit hunt his business, or of those who make it his business.)

Mira bounces some speculation out of the words of the Spirit of the Wind.

The use of the Spirit, which I do not know, generates wealth and the presence of those who make it a business.

Because most spirits are beautiful like the spirits of the wind in front of them, there may be those who grab them for viewing and playing.

Others can think of the military use of that power as a force of war.

The problem is that the Spirit has no mercy for those who cause harm. Even if I capture him, if he is seriously resisted, he will lightly wipe out about a small village. The Spirit is such a mass of power.

But now that this world had become a reality and thirty years later, it wasn't surprising that something was being developed that Mira couldn't even imagine. In particular, Mira looks at one of them, the Accord Cannon, with its eyes.

Technological evolution. It is both a hope and a monster with the potential to overturn previous common sense.

(Information is overwhelmingly lacking…)

How much I've been thinking in my head, Mira has just come to this world. When I go to the fact that I still lack thirty years worth of information, I exhale one loud breath, and once I give up all my thoughts. And Mira,

"Rather than having friends besides Nyanmaru."

and gaze flirtatiously at the Spirit of the Wind as he hoisted the end of his mouth and smiled.

"I'll be there."

The Spirit of the Wind just outside the heart and swells his cheeks puffy as he jitters his legs. Then there was zero crunch and laughter from next door.

"Mira's joking all of a sudden."

Flicka smiles with her hands on her mouth. My anger at the raiders had not subsided, but I was heartily relieved by the safe appearance of the Spirit of the Wind, who was making it seem obstinate in front of me.

"Well, I don't know what you're saying here right now. I don't know how far this information is spread, but you might want to talk to the union. And when you meet the Spirit first, I'll advise you to do the best you can."

"Yeah, that's right"

The person is unidentified. Maybe it was assembled. Then you will need to prepare it accordingly.

While Mira might already know, she decided to tell Solomon and Luminaria about it and ask them if they had any useful information.

First of all, the matter of the raiders, where he concludes, Mira now turns her gaze to Nyanmaru.

Even though there is basically nothing hostile about it, the Spirit has the power to do so. I'm not an easy opponent to fight on my own. If the Raiders know that the other person attacked the Spirit, it also means that they have as much strength as they can against the Spirit. Otherwise, you wouldn't think of it as attacking people's excess opponents, etc.

But then another question comes to mind.

That's Nyanmaru that he kicked the raiders just enough to fight the Spirit.

When it comes to beating those who attacked the Spirit, it means that Nyanmaru, a relative ceremonial god, has more power than the Spirit. Then his master will have even more strength over it.

"Hmmm... nyang maru..."

Mira was remembering a person from the name of that black cat's ceremonial god.

It is one of the Nine Wise Men and the Yin and Yang Tower Elder, the Sovereign "Kagra of the Seven Stars".

In Yin and Yang techniques, there are many techniques of using the formula God like Nyanmaru, of which there are four holy beasts in the most versatile formula God.

The very famous Holy Beast, known as Peacock, Xuanbu, Blue Dragon and White Tiger, can also be used if he is an advanced Yin Yang magician. Furthermore, the formula God is divided into autonomous and manipulative formulas. The autonomous formula thinks and acts on its own, and the manipulative formula is directly manipulated by the operator.

And as the hallmark of the ceremonial god, we can name the acquired ceremonial god, but this is why Mira remembered Kagra.

Xuanbu is Kameji, Aoyagi is Nyorozo, Peacock is Peasuke and White Tiger is Gautai. Nyanmaru is added there. I don't feel uncomfortable. There are many other Kagra ceremonial gods, but all of them have similar names.

(But I don't know...)

Of course, the line of coincidence remains. There will be others with the same sense of naming as Kagra.

Nevertheless, given the power of a magician who can deduce from Nyanmaru, he is likely to be quite powerful. Then the same Yin and Yang magicians may know everything about Kagra, its culmination.

After all, that's only a guess, too, but none of us have any information other than Seoul Haul in the first place. Then you might be lucky enough to pull off any takeaways.

Well, Mira decided to keep this information in the corner of her mind.