She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Forty-three.

Mira reveals the night in a small inn, found a short distance from the school. Its inn, made of stone struts, enclosed the style even in the warmth, emitting one small but different presence. My husband is a decent middle-aged man and runs a store with a family that includes his wife and two daughters.

The ground floor is as dining room as Mira wishes, where dinner can be finished. The food tastes remarkably good even though it's a decent place to stay, and I also accomplish the purpose of having a small conversation with my husband. Mira sympathized just a little bit when she felt weak about something because there were three women per man, about zeroing in stupidity on a girl who looked younger than her daughter.

The next morning I was able to find out the current state of the operation. Mira makes plans for today in a slowly awakening consciousness when she is comfortably awakened by the sound of a bird playing on the house.

(There are still many places to look, but still...)

Yesterday's sight rises behind Mira's brain. That's Amaratte's back on a rock bear (rock bear) and left slowly. At the same time, the hot stuff boils up. A new attempt I've never been able to make. Perhaps being able to get on the back of a summons is the highest priority idea in Mira now that it serves the purpose of staying in a common lodging.

Mira leaves the room wrapping up her magic robe set when she is used to it. Peek into the dining room as you raise your expectations at the scent of sniffing your nose on the way down the stairs. Apart from the guests, there are many people who enjoy eating in the dining room, and many seats are now filled, which is breakfast time. In that, Mira loosens her cheeks just a little bit when she feels the warmth of not being told by her parents and children who seem to be busy working in the morning.

Mira's overnight accommodation was named "Moonshine Pavilion Festival Moon Villa," and her husband said the Moonshine Pavilion was the dining room and Festival Moon Villa was the name as the accommodation. When Mira asked why she was splitting up, she said that the Tsukishima pavilion was managed by her husband and Fengyueshuo by her wife. And my daughter thought it was a hybrid.

It's not a big day in the morning.

Mira sits in the counter and speaks to her husband as she remembers the other night's story.

"Whoa, Mira, huh? Good morning! Well, even so, we're close to the peak."

That's what I said. My husband laughs joyfully. When Mira also returns "um, good morning," she turns her gaze to her husband as she leans her neck against the muscat ole that came out without saying anything.

"Mira is a service because she's cute. But don't tell my wife and daughter."

My husband circles his gaze as he explores his surroundings, and then hoists the end of his mouth if he doesn't tell me. Muscat ole is a specialty of this store, and my husband seems to remember Mira ordering five more. They liked the original product of the store, so I feel a little more generous.

"Well, let's hope so."

Tilting the glass gently, the muscat's flavor and acidity mixed well with the sweet milk, delighting Mira's tongue.

The breakfast menu is a breakfast that looks like a bread and strawberry jam, a pumpkin potage with a bacon egg, and Mira flattens happily while her husband's daughter wipes her mouth jam along the way. Although a luxurious meal is good, these general menus still suit the sexes. Mira drank the muscat ole with such common sentiment.

When you finish breakfast and leave for the city, you walk straight out for the suburban gates. Because we decided that we needed a wide area to experiment with the procedure. The main purpose of riding the summons is to reduce travel time. Then he danced in the sky and concluded that what could fly as fast as possible was appropriate. And it needs a big place.

He walked for about an hour and came to the front of a high wall surrounding the capital, Lunatic Lake. In front of Mira, a heavy metal gate, high enough to look up, is opened up to half way. This gate closes at night and opens in the morning. Now it's just in the middle of opening.

Mira makes a heavy noise and shakes her body softly and restlessly as she waits for the gate to open slowly. Aside from Mira, there was a line of pedestrians and adventurers heading outside the city nearby. You can also see people opening their mouths halfway up as they look up at the gate, or frustrating them as yet or not.

When the gate opens and the guard gives a clear signal, the waiters move out. When Mira also went outside with the stream, she went off the road for a while and came to a wide meadow. Muscat Meadows stretching east of Lunatic Lake. As its name suggests, countless muscat gardens are spread out.

Pushing further into the sweet scent, Mira reaches an unpopular place. It had been two hours since I left the inn.

If we get this far, it won't stand out.

A pompous and empty space in the woods. Surrounded by trees and away from the main road, Mira checks and nods around, saying that there would be no problem summoning something somewhat noticeable. And as I turned my right hand forward, suppressing the feeling of deviation, I paid my hand to shake it off as it was.

[Summoning Skill: Arcana Constraints]

Four constraint formations float in a row on the right-hand drawn trajectory. Mira twisted her body and touched it with her left hand while spinning on the spot, elevating it to the < Rosary Summoner >.

"Born at the bottom of the earth, black admires the light on the other side. Growing up at the bottom of heaven, white yearns for far away pales.

The beginning leaves ripples in birds, unclean pales. The beginning evokes dreams, memories of the champion carved into a circle.

Vision over multiple times.

A bundled wing wraps the dream.

Rise to the sky. My dear, my child. '

With a voice that sounds good, the summoning formation overlaps into one when it rises glowing heavenly high, shaping the light wheel that covers the sky. The light gradually widens in diameter, forming the basis for calling His, which wraps the silver scales and runs through the sound through the heavens.

[Summoning: Imperial Dragon Eisenfald]

As the vast amount of mana distorted the space surrounding the light wheel, the tail, like the trunk of the great tree, appeared as it slipped. The tip of the tail, which resembles a shining blade, blends dull into the light with scattered life. Subsequently, when two legs with black claws appear, the silver scale-covered torso, arms, wings and neck follow, and the golden dragon eye is directed towards the slightly moving mira.

The halo splattered, and the champion of the sky, who descended in front of Mira, lowered his fierce head and smashed his throat. The face of the Imperial Dragon, which stood so close to the side that it breathed, rounded its eyes and opened its mouth when Mira's figure was placed in sight without a neighborhood.

"Father... since when did you become a mother?

Without stopping by his appearance, the labour-intensive Imperial Dragon echoes a low, calm voice with his big neck hanging.

"Well, it's a long time to talk... Honestly, it would help if you didn't touch it."

"Father... if that's what your mother says, I won't listen to you anymore. I'm happy to have a mother, too."

With that said, the Imperial Dragon narrows his eyes and rubs them against Mira, honking his throat and throat. She looks like a sweet child to her mother, but Mira is actually close to her parents.

The beginning is an egg once obtained behind a ruin in the dragon valley. Through numerous difficulties, it is now the Imperial Dragon who is happily throbbing in front of us that hatched and raised it.

"Well... well. Well... um, I don't know."

Mira lowers her brow butt as she strokes an area that can't be called her mouth or her eyes. There are a lot of things that my mother decides how to call me or hook me up with. But Mira, who swallowed them once, sparkled her eyes as she looked up at the Imperial Dragon, which would be slightly over thirty meters if she spread her wings. Flying on the back of a dragon means a lot of fantasy lovers will admire it. That could happen now. There is no reason not to be heartbeat.

"Long time no see, Eisenfald. Did you catch your breath?

"Yes, I had no health problems, but it was hard not to see my mother. I thought you'd forgotten me."

As gentle as talking, Mira interacts. Eisenfald replies as he lays in relief and looks lonely with his face folded over.

"Lord, were you such a sweetheart?

Ask Eisenfald, who pushes his body with his hand to the point of rest. Eisenfald was an honest good boy, but he never acted like he was sweet.

"When my mother was my father, I said. My father taught love strictly and what my mother teaches love gently. So don't be sweet. But now that I'm your mother, can I be sweet?

"Mmmm..."

When Mira is finally pushed down by Eisenfald, she traces her old memories as she looks straight into the sky. That was when Eisenfaldo hatched from the eggs and was quickly and only educating Spartans. It wasn't necessary, but Mira was flying hard and hard when she was working out. It was an atmospheric and pointless act, but Eisenfald remembered the words of the day. And he sought the tender love that the Lord, who became his mother, had never gained before.

(I think I said... Mm-hmm. That's when I lost my temper. But when this happens, can't it be done without hindrance...)

Sweet Eisenfaldo for a girl with a trick that doesn't suit her by the name of the Imperial Dragon. Mira laughs bitterly as she remembers one of those days, having Luminaria take a screenshot of Dumbleff wrapping majesty around the tower under the moon on her back and Eisenfald spreading her wings and showing off her prestige.

"It's been a long time, but you're still a tough kid."

Mira said so and stroked gently, suddenly Eisenfald began to wrap up the silver light and glow.

"Mm, what?

Mira shrugged her hand into the dazzling light and narrowed her eyes, making sure that the flash weakened slightly and avoiding the hand. Then, in front of him stood a shorter aligned silver-haired young man. The young man looks so sturdy that it is not enough to say prince, and so complete that he cannot match without saying angel or god.

To Mira, who was stunned by something, the young man still runs over and jumps with a smile of some lingering expression of awkwardness. And naked.

"Mother, you can feel the love of your mother all over you."

That low, calm sound was the very voice of Eisenfald that was in front of me until just now. Mira manages to rip off a young man who is hugged violently but who sounds his throat joyfully.

"Lord, is that Eisenfald?

Yes, Mother.

Eisenfaldo is a beautiful young man who answers with a full smile on his face. Mira doesn't think she can become a person, etc., but takes a serious look at its stunning transformation.

(I don't know if dragons can transform into people, but boulders are fantasies. Then there may be others who can transform. I'm not looking forward to this.)

With that in mind, Mira strokes Eisenfald's head, who looks like a young man but sweetens like a child.

(The discomfort is too much...)

Curse your own words from the past, sighing if you're not happy at all, even if you're rubbed off by a good grown man. Still, Eisenfald is like a son raised with care. Even if I withdraw the foreword, kick it off, and resume Sparta, it is true, albeit force majeure, that I left it for thirty years. So I decided to let it be whatever I wanted for a while, thinking about how I would be deluded in the future.

Mira, who made it all sweet, talks in anticipation of the time.

"By the way, there's something I'd like you to do for me, okay?

"Of course, Mother. Say what you will."

Eisenfald answers as he brightens his gold eyes even more. For him now, who has not been summoned for a long time, it is above all a joy to be counted on.

"I'd like to fly on the back of the Lord. Why don't you give me a ride?

Shortly after Mira said so, Eisenfaldo stood up with a delightful grin after opening his eyes to surprise.

"Of course it is. It's like a dream to be able to fly with your mother on board!

Rejoicing in the small leap, Eisenfald quickly turns into the original dragon. Then he bends over and wields his tail like a dog with pessimism.

"Come on, go ahead, Mother"

When Eisenfald gives his left hand...... his left forefoot, Mira runs it up to Eisenfald's back on the scaffold. With its back covered in silver scales spreading like the earth, and impressed by what it had never been able to do before, Mira turns to confirm step by step.

"Come on, let's come quick!

When Eisenfald rises, who could not have been soaked or stood, his vision rises abruptly. Mira hastily grabbed a protruding scale when she lost her balance to a wobble similar to the earthquake.

"Don't move suddenly"

"I'm sorry, Mother. But I couldn't stand still."

While making an apology, Eisenfald's voice sounds like it plays. Mira lowers her back in an easy position, wondering if she can help herself to overflow the joy from its entire body.

"Come on, it's Eisenfald. You can fly."

"Yes, Mother!

Mira says while curbing the excitement, Eisenfaldo spreads his silver wings wide, unwilling to curb them, sinking his body a little and then jumping while winging them. The forest surrounding the square made an annoyingly dull noise as it became a winding storm and dropped off the champion of the sky. Mira can't help but raise her voice to the view of increasing altitude every time she wings.

"Good for you, good for you, Eisenfald. Your lord is the best!

"I feel great too!

Mira lost her grip, looking around the ground...... slapping Eisenfald's back with a pepper. When Eisenfald was very pleased with his mother's praise, he increased his altitude. Eventually, when he sees the horizon on the other side, Mira leaks a sigh of admiration at the sight.

The mountains, the forests, the settlements, the cities, the ancient castles, the ancient trees that run through the sky, and the blue and everywhere. All of that entertains the eyes. Unlike the earth of reality covered in artifacts, it was so spread that harmony and coexistence could be seen in this world.

(Even if I could just see this, it might have made sense...)

Mira sets her gaze in the direction of the tower of silver as she carves the world now living into its chest. We came all the way around the corner to summon him, so we decided to head to our next destination.

"Come on, Eisenfald, head for the tower"

Saying, pointing in the direction of the celestial city of Silverhorn, Eisenfald growls with recognition and joy. Then, when the angle is changed slightly from the wings for the overhang, the light begins to shine lightly.

"I'm coming, Mother!

So when he raised his voice, Eisenfald exceeded the speed of sound in a few moments. As you instantly jump across the mountain range separating Silverhorn from Lunatic Lake, you push through the visibly passing scenery, entangling ultrasonic shockwaves.

Keep shaking Mira off.

"What the heck -!

Suddenly, Mira dropped off Eisenfaldo, who quickly dotted it, feeling like it even fitted into a pit where the bottom fell out. At the same time, he sighs as he sighs at the floating sensation of free falling, paying off his stirring hair and costume depressingly.

(Right... I guess this is what happens when you suddenly exceed the speed of sound... I told you to fly slowly)

Of Mira's mastered summoning techniques, Eisenfald was the largest in the propriety of the sky, so I called him without thought, but because of his excitement, he had lost sight of the simple laws of physics. Inertia.

As it decelerates as it falls, Eisenfald gradually returns with a larger outline, noticed from the other side of the mountains.

"Mother! Sorry -!

Slightly, he slows down as he seeps through tears and goes around under Mira, accepting his mother with his back. When Eisenfald turns his fearful neck, he sends his gaze to Mira riding on his back. Mira smiled at that look that seemed soggy somehow.

"Well, I guess this is what happens. I'm sorry, I had fun and lost track of it."

"Ha-ha. I'm sorry -"

To the words of apology rather than the words of reprimand, Eisenfald returned his apology in tears.

"Good, good. Next time, take your time."

"Yes, Mother!

What a little failure. And now it's slowly accelerating, flying for the tower at a moderate speed.

Across the mountains flowing beneath your eyes, Eisenfald slowly passes over Silverwand, where there is a store recommended by Garrett, who remembers him as your guest. The scenery that passes looks slow, but actually flies faster than a thousand miles carriage, so Mira was attached to the back of Eisenfald's neck to avoid wind pressure.

(Is it cold...)

Currently, temperatures are quite high and lower than on the ground. Preventing the opposite wind from the front doesn't prevent the wind stroking your body. Mira shakes her body a little and closes the front of her coat to the point of rest.

Next time you fly in the sky, you should have some cold gear.

With that in mind, Mira puts into view nine towers peeking from the side of Eisenfald's neck. If you realize it, you just stopped by on the first day since you came to this world. That means meeting Mariana will also be since that day.

(I've been thinking about how to deceive you... but should I reveal it to Mariana?)

Thirty years of Mariana, asked by Solomon, pass behind her brain. Thirty years I've been waiting for Dumblrf. I thought it would be okay if I could go back to where I was, but I still can't get a makeup case that I can't give away even now that it's a reality. That means there's almost no chance that we can go back to Dumblrf.

You won't be able to keep Dumbleffe in the city of phantom beasts forever. And above all, the desire to reassure me prevailed. No matter what they think, no matter how they see it, I can't keep fooling the girl who did it for me.

On her son's back, Mira set one readiness on her heart, feeling the present world spreading all around her.