She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Thirty-three

It was decided that the communication regarding the spiritual raid abduction would be made through the Union of Magicians. Promise me you'll tell her if she finds out anything, and Mira speaks of another puzzling piece of information.

"Sometimes, does your Lord think the devil is wiped out?

Sixth tier demon. From the stories of Emera and the others, a demon that is now said to be non-existent appeared on the sixth level, where there should have been nothing. It's a word to find out how far Leonil seems to know about this matter.

"………, apparently you've seen something"

After a few seconds of silence, Leonil opens his mouth knowing something. It's a bare gesture that knows something. I could see from the look and mouthfeel that it would be a rather serious matter.

"Rather than seeing it, it was done on the sixth floor of the ancient temple."

"The devil or something!?... hey, is that true?

Leonil cuts his words once he raises his voice like a surprise, calmly lowering his voice and asking.

"Um, Count, you're third."

"Were you all right?

Leonil continues his words with a mysterious face. Mira, pointing herself with a fork in her hand, raises the edge of her nibble and mouth.

"Don't I look okay?

"... well. Right."

This information was too shocking for Leonil to even think about such a simple thing.

The demons were said to have been wiped out in the Three Kingdoms defense ten years ago, and in fact, reports of demons appearing up to now are not officially in. But Leonil's information network was blinded by shadows like that.

Maybe. Says the presence that was just such an obscure silhouette revealed itself. Leonil wouldn't have been so surprised if A-rank adventurers, for example, had told the same story. In fact, there were several similar stories, but the result of the investigation was a mutant species of demons with similar appearances.

But this time they're different. He is a disciple of Dumbluff and a man of great trust from Solomon, king of the kingdom of Alkite. And he even reports to the ranks of the demons.

"So what happened to that demon? Could it be... I knocked him down, huh?

Speaking of demons, that's the only powerful individual. Besides, if you're an Earl, it's a misdemeanor. However, the girl in front of her is the heir to a hero, but her expectations increase slightly.

"Um, it's been a good experience"

When Mira nods so, she thinks of the feeling of her body in battle in her brain. A true battle in a world that has become a reality. That gave me a definite sense of reality, and Mira bites the experience. During the game, and now, the most important thing was the experience not represented by this value.

"Right......, did you knock it down? A boulder."

Leonil gladly sends praise for the answer that surprised but did not betray his expectations. Then, when Mira briefly told him the truth, she flattened two cakes before leaving the union chief's office behind.

"Well, I wonder where Tact was taken."

Standing in a vibrant corridor of calm wood hues, Mira solitudes herself as she streams through countless lined doors. I walked into the union chief's office without dropping him off until the end, so I don't know where Tact went.

If she couldn't help it, Mira tried to explore her surroundings with biosensing, but she couldn't identify just the tact because the bioreactions would return from everywhere.

Mira looks around lightly and then goes downstairs wondering if she should wait.

Magicians Union Ground Floor. The hall, where the bustle was about to quiet down slightly, is suddenly surrounded by silence as Mira descends from the upstairs. The cause is the smile that Mira was floating on. What is the aptitude of tact, if you were a summoner, you could teach him a lot, if you are, you have to prepare items for the contract, etc. Mira was delusional about one unfinished future, remembering her beginnings.

A gentle grin like a mother watching over her child for her childish innocence. Everyone there was instantly deprived of time by an angel.

Without knowing the surrounding changes or anything, Mira sits in her corner seat and takes out and opens the seal from Lily in her spare time.

"Hmm... what is this?

The seal contained only one piece of paper. And there,

I forgot to tell you.

F2117, 9, 20

R2126, 8, 11

K2132, 6, 18

A2138, 1, 14

D2146, 5, 12

And it just said it.

(Is this some kind of cipher...?)

Mira glances at the paper in surprise and finds a sign of Solomon that looks cool on the bottom right. That was once thought together, and from what I've seen, it's impossible to decipher it as a Solomon. Or something like a signature that only Mira can figure out?

(Hmm. Either way, it doesn't look like Lily wrote it.)

Mira sips "sugar sugar" and a mouthful of Apple ole as she lays the paper down on her lap. I just follow the theory that sugar intake is effective when using the brain, or I forget that I ate enough cake before that.

While shifting his gaze to the stairs leading upstairs, Tact hung several bundles of paper on the wall at the end of Mira's gaze, which magician's aptitude he began to imagine again.

(How uncomfortable is a calendar in a fantasy world?)

The top half is a very basic calendar with pictures and the moon engraved on the bottom half.

"Hmm, is that what this is about..."

At that moment Mira realizes the meaning of the numbers written on the paper of the seal. What Solomon conveyed in this letter was simply additional information about the favors he was receiving.

The alphabet is an acronym for the name. And the numbers are the dates that have appeared in this world. Now, May 19, 2146. Mira came to this world on May 12th. In other words, D is Dumblrf, and the number that follows is the date.

Normally, you'd think even if you just found out the date, the person you're looking for is the jumpy Nine Wise Men of Personality. If an incident or something special had occurred based on the day it appeared in this world, it would be very likely that it had something to do with it. Mira thinks so, glancing at the acronym on the paper.

(Flone, Luminaria, Cagra, Artesia, and Me? I told you that I checked every day, so those who are not written in this were in this world before Solomon.)

Mira stared at the paper for a while, but noticed that it didn't make much sense. When I took a seat to ask around Leonil if it wasn't even a dossier, Tact came down just when Yurika took me.

"You were here."

Admitting Mira's appearance, Eurica smiled as she blossomed. When I went to the union chief's office to pass on the results of the aptitude test, Mira was no longer there, and I was circling the third floor.

"This is Tact. Your magician will be fit."

Saying so, Mira dropped her shoulder a little unfortunately when she saw the letters written on the test list that Eurica offered. There, the details of the examination were arranged in great detail, but at the end of the day, the magicians, saints, and yinyang magicians were briefly noted as being fit.

Mira's delusions collapsed brittle.

"No summons..."

"It's all an easy technique to handle. We also measured the amount of magic, but it was well above the average. Tact, you have hope for the future."

When Eurica supplements that, Tact rushes to Mira's side.

"Can this make me look like Mira's sister, too?

That makes me smile. If you make me look so happy, I can't be depressed because I wasn't a summoner.

"Well, if you hang in there, you'll make a fine magician."

Mira nodded loudly, smiling. Having heard the words, Tact fills his heart with hope and blooms a smile even more.

"Well, you took care of me. Thank you."

"Thank you, sister"

"No, if Mira asks, I'll let it go through with some impotence!

Eurika, a huge fan of Dumblrf, is now obsessed with Mira, his apprentice. Shine your eyes with the will to die, and ask for a handshake instead of a reward. Mira responded to a slightly bitter laugh.

The business at the union ended as a whole. After the union, Mira and Tact recall Emera's words as they gaze at the street-light shining streets.

"Uh... what the hell. Spring... I thought I'd settle for something."

Mira took Tact's hand as she traced her unclear memories and walked out of the bustle saying the night was coming.

(Sure, get out and left... what the hell? Well, if you look in the spring, you'll find it.)

Proceed through the city at night, checking the acronym of the store name on the shop sign facing the street, slightly. Then it approaches those two, there was one shadow.

"Good evening. I wonder what's going on at this hour"

The man, who appeared in front of them with a voice, wrapped his white and blue light armor around him and smiled softly so as not to give him vigilance.

"What is your lord?"

"Good evening. You're annoying"

In contrast to Mira, who tilts her little neck in surprise, Tact bows with a pepper to the young man in front of her. This young man was a guard belonging to the Karanak branch of the Royal Alkaite Army Police Department, or someone else who worked like a police officer. Light armor is engraved with the national chapter of the Kingdom of Alkite, and this is the substitute for uniform. And what he talked about is supremely natural. Mira and Tact, walking hand in hand, look like sisters and brothers, even on sunset nights. A lot of people would think they were lost if those two walked for a moment. He was one of them.

"I guess I surprised you. I'm sorry. I'm Ewin, a National Police officer. Can I ask you two names?

Don't even feel bad about Mira's expression, Ewin introducing herself.

Guards in the police department. I admire Mira that Solomon even made this stuff for security. But I don't remember being able to speak to such a person, and I lean my neck even further.

"Mira."

"It's called tact"

"It's you, Tact, to Mira. So I wonder what happened to the two of you at this hour. Are you lost? I'll drive you home."

I was finally good at that word of Ewin, Mira. If we do look objective, we might look lost wandering around on a night like this. And when I found those two, I turned my gaze in favor of the work enthusiastic youth in front of me, saying not to do so even myself.

"I'm not lost, but I don't know where the inn is waiting for someone I know. Spring is something, don't you know?

"I see that's why you did it. Hmm..., speaking of spring at the inn, is it spring light snow?

"Oh, well, then. That's the name."

From the depths of a grumpy memory in that one word, Mira nods to the name of salvaged spring light snow.

"Then you've been a little further. I'll take you there."

Ewin smiles and walks out Mira's empty hand. Mira suddenly took her hand and was delayed in dealing with it, but she couldn't shake the young man's hand that scattered the aura of the good man, so she pulled her hand and was led to spring light snow.

"Oh, Mira, I'm here. Ohh... Hey?

Emera was waiting for both of us now or now in front of Spring Light Snow Door. When he found Mira and Tact walking this way on the main street and waved his hand, the two men who appeared to escape the crowd were drawn to the guards and were lost children, no matter where they looked from.

"Pfft! Mira, I'm being coached. Yikes!

"No!

Emera blows hard and calls out loud inside the store like that, Mira denies it with all her might. As a result, Mira is exposed to the gathered gaze and attracts tact as she dives into the shadow of Ewin as she leans down.

"Well, time's up, so don't play too late,"

After completing his guide to his destination, Ewin returned to the patrol in a courtesy of Emera and the others when he told them so.

"... I didn't just get it wrong."

Mira gives a peek at her face through the entrance to spring light snow, gazing upwards at Emera and Zeph, who make her eyes look suspiciously glowing, and speaks of an excuse that is not convincing.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"It's about half a day, but we're on the same side. He said he knew."

"Well, I guess not."

Emera and Zeph snorting at each other. Not long after we met, but if you know what I mean, Mira loosens her expression. Don't be unaware of how the two of you are enjoying something.

"Come on, Mira, hurry up, hurry up"

Emera said so, taking Mira's hand and inviting her into spring light snow.

The store is a wooden blowout with a dining room and inn reception on the ground floor. There are a number of elegant but sturdy tables and chairs lined up, with guests and dining room users sitting everywhere singing about the limited moments of the night.

"Oh, there's a lady waiting for you, boy."

Asbar raises his voice and waves his hand from a corner of the store, a large table round the corner.

"Mira, this way."

At some point Flicka, who was behind Mira, leads her to the seat scratching Mira from Emera at the same time as saying so. And naturally, he himself tries to sit next to it. But when Emera is already sitting there and Flicka and I see each other, I try to lift the end of my mouth. His eyes were filled with the will to protect Mira.

Then and Flicka moving to secure the opposite seat. But the tact that was holding Mira's hand there is naturally sitting back, and she looks around enjoying the lively store. Flicka sat opposite Mira when she dyed her eyes in despair, taking the stand to keep staring at her to burn that cuteness in her eyes.

When everyone is finished sitting down, Asbal calls the clerk to signal it.

"Let's order a drink first."

As Emera spreads her writing on the table, everyone peeks into it.

"Tact, do you want something to drink?

"I like orange juice"

Mira asks and Tact answers. The exchange is between a close sister and brother. Asbal smiled as he looked at the two of them and raised the edge of his mouth, "Big beer," the clerk said, coming or not. Order early. Then Emera, Flicka, and Zeph finished ordering, too, and Mira asked for two orange juices.

When the clerk leaves after repeatedly confirming the order, Zeph opens his mouth just quickly.

"Shall we distribute the items? First this."

Saying, there are sixty-four Demonic Stones lined up on the table and one Demonic Crystal.

"I ask you again, are you sure?

Emera, who still hesitates to receive it in the circumstances, turns her gaze to Mira after glancing at the Demonic Stone.

I think we're done talking about that.

"Yes, it is."

"The deputy commander is serious. Well, I don't know either."

Emera stares at the loot with a difficult face. Just go with nothing and earn hundreds of thousands of dollars. I can't help but overlap the confirmation. The other members can understand the feeling, so they were going to leave it to Emera's discretion not to say anything.

"Thank you for waiting -"

A line of hesitant silence is quenched by the bright voice of the clerk who put the ordered drink on the tray.

"Let's toast first"

Emera receives a drink from the clerk and turns it to each of them. And when everyone gets a drink, that gaze gathers in Mira. The air-readable tact is still holding the glass with both hands and staring at Mira.

"No... what. Me?"

"After all, Mira is the star of the day."

I'm not so used to taking the head off, so it was a confusing mira, but I don't hate this feeling of air.

"Um... then"

When Mira raises the glass, everyone raises the glass in their hands to imitate it.

"Here's to tact witchcraft, sacred art, and yin and yang aptitude!

"Kanpai! That way!?

"Ha-ha-ha! That's good. Cheers!

"To Mira, cheers!

"Kanpai! I knew you wouldn't normally say that from Mira's expression!

"Uh... eh. Thanks!

Faces that raise their voices and pound the glass thoughtfully. Asbal drinks up the jock big early and laughs happily. Emera also tilted the glass, smiling that she couldn't help it. Mira exchanges her gaze with a full grin tact and strokes her head, and Flicka stares enviously at it. As Zeph glanced over his shoulder, he looked at the person who had come beside the table all the time and waved gently.

"You're doing it busily"

The one who spoke on behalf of the clerk was a red-haired long-haired man wrapped in simple red light armor. When he was tall and about twenty years old, he looked extremely neat and neutral, and if he didn't hear his voice, it wouldn't be strange to mistake him for a woman.

"Is that your girl the apprentice you were talking about?"

"Yes. It's Mira. The boy next door is you, Tact."

When Flicka answers, the man's gaze captures Mira straight, and smiles softly and gently and graciously.

"My name is Cyril and I am the head of the Ecalato Carillon. Looks like our member took care of you. Thank you."

"I'm not thankful. It's a lot more fun than going alone."

"Really, that's good"

Cyril feels the joy of being praised for her family by Mira's words and answers with a smile. But there was someone happier than Cyril.

"Mira, do us that way!

Emera turns her gaze to Mira deeply emotional with expressions such as senseless. It didn't do any good for the adventure, but I was so embarrassed and delighted by Mira's words that she enjoyed being with herself like that.

"I had fun, too. Ooh!

"Become!?

And even more delighted than Emera, she climbs Mira's feet from under the table. Surprised by the unexpected, Mira reflexively raises her legs, her toe decides brilliantly to Flicka's dovetail.

Cyril smiled bitterly at how Asbal pulled Flicka's legs off Mira, showing her clever artistry of being smothered with the look of euphoria.

"Could it have bothered Mr. Flicka even on the road?

"Big time."

"... sorry"

"... well, I don't mind"

Mira and Cyril are short on words. When they do that, they see a constant flicker that makes them sit down in their seats and breathe, and if they shut up, they're beautiful, but they exhale a similar sigh when they think of the same sentiment. In the meantime, only Emera was still smiling slightly, letting loose her expression as she was still delayed by emotion.

"By the way, is that today's loot? That's an amazing amount."

Cyril raises an exclamation with a demonic stone arranged on the table in his eyes. Because it's obviously not the amount you can collect in a day.

"Mostly, Mira knocked you down. But Mira says we should all split up. I'm fat."

"Really? And there's some demonic crystals, right? It's going to be a lot of money."

In essence, it can be said that most of the rights to this loot lie with Mira. And that sum, even if briefly quoted, will not drop millions of riffs. That is equivalent to four months of a household's cost of living. Even if Mira claims her rights, she can't complain about fine dust because everyone is convinced. Still, Mira argues it's reasonable to distribute. This area remains a sense of common sense when it comes to gaming, but from the other side, it would appear to be a broken favorite.

Speaking of which, you had a weapon.

"Yes, yes, the Great Sickle. It was what the enemy had, but again, Mira asked me to raise it to the Dark Knight I knew."

"Is it a sickle? What does it look like?

"Uh..."

Before Cyril showed interest, Emera takes the devil's big sickle out of the item box. Since it was so heavy that it could not be lifted by Emera's hand, it rolled on the floor at the same time as it was served.

"... this is disastrous"

While Cyril says so, he grips and lifts a pitch-black sickle pattern. Cyril single-handedly holds a large sickle with an arm not so different from Zeph's in appearance that Asbal with a good arm once or twice was able to hold it.

It should have looked pretty heavy, but Mira wondered what Cyril's muscle strength was and noted the appearance.

"No...?

Surprising voices leak unexpectedly. I didn't see Cyril's status. That is to say, from what Solomon taught us, the person named Cyril proves to be a former player.

"What's wrong, Mira?

Flicka, who was letting her gaze roll as she missed every step of the way, heard Mira's behavior.

"No. Oh, no, it's nothing. I lifted that big sickle so easily, I just thought it was amazing."

Speaking of which, I recall that in this world you forgot to ask Solomon about the treatment of the former players, and Mira speaks instead about the power of Cyril, who cannot be judged by his appearance. I can't say things without knowing the situation, such as being surprised because Cyril is a former player on a boulder.

"Well, you're our captain. What do you say, it's amazing?"

Asbal, who was listening, raised his voice with a high nose. And not only he, but Emera and the others are also good at getting praised by Dumbleff's disciples.

"No, not yet to my extent"

The person in question says humbly with a bitter smile. Cyril himself doesn't think he's that weak, but he also knows very well that he's up there. And the extremists' impotence. That's why it's a heartfelt word. But if you try Emera and the others, Cyril's strength was still overwhelming, and he respected it with that chronic heart.

"Anyway, this is pretty good stuff."

"Well, I don't have a problem with that. If the guild of the Lord is recognized by the likes of Emera, it will not be used for bad things. If there's someone you can use, why don't you give it to him?"

"I see, was that the reason... But what I'm saying is, can you believe us yesterday today? Do you not think that it might cross to those who have no idea from the good?"

"Well, around here, I can only say I believe it. Sure, it's short, but I like Emera and the others. And if there is anything else, I will collect it responsibly."

Mira says so, looking straight into Cyril's eyes. Cyril snorts at the will and determination placed therein.

"Thank you for believing in my people so much. I'm responsible for this."

"Um, nice to meet you"

When the faces of Ecalato Carillon, who watched Cyril and Mira interact in solitary spit, broke as if they were relieved, Mira also said because it was a corner and ordered a drink from the clerk, who also exchanged Cyril and toasted again.