She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Forty-six.

The Miras returned to the Tower of Summoning Arts after a dinner party that eventually became like an operational meeting. Time goes around ten o'clock at night and Mira makes a small stretch to pale drowsiness.

I thought I'd take a bath and go to bed today.

Mariana opens the door sooner than that when Mira thinks about it while trying to retrieve the tower key (master key) in front of her private room.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Mariana."

"No."

Mariana replies briefly that nothing has happened. However, the expression was filled with joy because of the simple service of opening the door, which had been awaited for a long time.

"Then I'll get ready for tomorrow's summons mastery before I go to bed. Good night, Master Mira. Mariana."

"Well, is there anything I can do to help?

"No, anything that annoys Mira's hand. It's about a simple schedule check."

"Hmm. Right, good night. I can't think about how long, but I asked for this tower."

"Yes, I'll take care of it!

Cleos replied forcefully, returning to the office one foot away. Mira drops it off, then enters the private room and heads straight to the strip room.

"Mariana, that's enough. Go back to your room and rest."

"I'm about to bathe. I'll flush your back."

Mira looks back as she opens the stripper door, Mariana sticks behind Mira perfectly and answers with a strong eye that this is still the case.

I don't want you to go that far.

"I'll flush your back"

"No, then..."

"Your back..."

"Um, okay. Let's try to get it that way..."

Mira laughs bitterly when she loses Mariana's temper not to break her attitude of eating down even if she is mean.

(Well, should I just flush my back? I don't have to say no.

No matter how many aides, I was reluctant to get that far, but there's no reason to say no if they want to. Mariana, by contrast, was paying attention to Mira's every step of the way, as if to exude her desire to serve accumulated in the accumulation of minutes she had never been able to.

When Mira hangs her hand on the coat trying to take off her demon-guided robe set, Mariana gently assists her from behind and keeps her coat neatly on the folding shelf. When you put your hands on a piece, Mariana's hands make it a lot easier to take it off than when she wore it. In no time it becomes a pair of pants, and as soon as it takes off, too, Mira walks into the bathroom.

At the stripper Mariana had finished organizing Mira's undressed clothes and had her hands on the hem of her own clothes.

As a result, Mira's bathing time will be completely controlled by Mariana.

Almost naked Mariana bakes care for herself. Mira rushes to wander her gaze, not to look at Mariana with that kind of eye, which she must be putting her trust in herself.

The more conscious she was, the more hypersensitive her nerves had reacted to the signs behind her, and Mira's brain lacked a decent judgmental ability.

"Even before, I'll flush you"

"Uhm."

Mira, who continues to respond positively to all Mariana's words, will be polished all over her body.

Something soft that occasionally hits your back, arms, or shoulders, and a light skin tone that hits the edges of your eyes. Mira succeeds in withstanding the fragility of being washed and felt to stroke her whole body, occasionally stretching her body, but at the brink of restraint.

Mira was forced to recognize that Mariana didn't think she was so cute.

In return, let's flush our backs. I can't say, etc., I tell her to slow down and get tired, and Mira pops out of the bathroom like she's running away. A simple thin robe was provided for the stripper as a change of room.

(Not a boulder...)

While appreciating Mariana's good work, Mira enjoys the hot apple ole as she sits on the couch in my room wearing that robe.

A slightly red-stained Mariana came out after bathing as she appropriately played a well-touched robe and toured her various thoughts on the summoning technique.

"This one will be laundered by the end of the day"

"Um, I asked for it"

Mariana, in a robe similar to Mira's, holds her pants in her maid's clothes and a beautifully folded magic guide robe set. Seeing Mariana like that, Mira remembers the sage's robe with the word laundry.

Speaking of which, I think I left a robe on when I came forward.

"If that's the case, wash it and come to my room. I'll take it with me."

To thank her for saying so, Mariana went back to the aide's office to pick up the laundry and the robe of the wise man who had finished laundry.

(Even if you're ready to go to bed, I guess I'll keep it.)

Mira leans back on the sofa and stretches lightly before rising.

She was also ready to sleep the whole way, and Mariana came back with her robe when Mira rolled over the bed for a while.

"This way, sir."

"Um, thanks"

Mira receives a carefully folded robe of sage. And Mariana is holding it, I paid attention to another thing. The surface is cloth. Lovely decorated, fluffy, swollen, cylindrical object about the size of a hug.

"What did you bring?

It's a pillow.

Mariana answers in a natural way. When Mira confirms that it was still what it looked like, she fools herself into wondering why she was bringing it. But there is only one reason.

"Hello, are you going to sleep here?

"Yes."

"Bye. Sleeping with a girl (stomach) on a boulder means…. Not men and women."

"Now Master Mira is a girl. Isn't there anything wrong with that?

"Nooo."

When they say that, it seems like there is no problem. But when you spend the night with a pretty girl like Mariana, as soon as you start to be conscious, you will also continue to endure the temptation of reason and desire. For Mira, she's the one who should never get her hands on what she wants.

But for Mariana, recognition is different. Mariana devotes everything, body and mind. To the fairy clan in the first place, fairy protection is like shaping those feelings, and Mira is already the Lord and companion to serve.

"Don't you like being with me?

As Mira's brain processing remains silent without catching up, Mariana looks lonely and leans down a little sad.

"I don't hate it. Bye...... the"

Of course, that's not true. Mira denies it immediately. It's more embarrassing than anything before those feelings of greed. In advance, I would have been prepared if I had heard that we were going to sleep together today.

In conclusion, there was no more option left to say no than Mariana had told me that much. Mira admits that when she decides to, she "understands," and when she lies to the left over the center of the bed, she shifts the pillow slightly.

Mariana slips herself into bed softly when she places the pillow she brings to her empty place.

"It's good to see you again"

In a bed with two heads lined up, Mariana shudders her voice and squeals. As Mira turned to that voice color, Mariana was moisturizing her eyes with a thin rash.

(I've been left alone for thirty years...)

Suddenly, I said I wanted to sleep with Mariana. A short time to put it into words, but a long thirty years to actually live.

"I'm sorry."

Mira mouths an apology that will be several times as the paradise of the gods looks up at the embroidered canopy. Then the next moment, Mariana's hand touches Mira's abdomen.

"What's the matter?

Mira turns her gaze to Mariana as she shivers her body with tingling sensations. Then Mariana's face was imminent to the end of her eyes and nose. Mariana's hand plunges deeper into Mira's sudden wolf.

(What the... what is this situation!)

"Dear Mira...... Again"

When Mariana shrugged so in her ear, her hand was aligned with Mira's right hand over her abdomen. And when I close those moist eyes, light leaks out of the bed.

"I don't know what that means."

Holding Mariana's hand while deluding her feelings of instability, which seems a little unfortunate like reassurance, rearranges them in front of their faces. They gaze at each other with a pattern of small feathers floating around the back of their hands and gaze at nature.

"What do you mean, you thought?

"Ugh... nothing"

Mariana chuckled and grinned as Mira rushed away, holding her hand just a little harder.

Fairy protection is a testament to a strong bond. Mariana repeated the update over and over, each time smiling happily. Mira blames herself for putting all her impure imaginations around her.

Mariana is pure. He admires me purely for what I am. When she recognised it that way, Mira felt clear as if something had blown out.

"Dear Mira,"

"What?

"Nothing."

Mariana laughs childish when she says so.

"What's that?"

"I wanted to try it once."

The two of them, illuminated by a pale light, talked about the lack of other love, such as what they liked or hated recently, and both were invited to sleep with nature without precedence.

The next morning. Mira had a very clean awakening. I wake up, but my head is clear, and when I think of last night, I dye my cheeks with a little embarrassment.

"No, are you awake already?

With her gaze next to her, Mira turns her attention to Mariana's pillow, which is also a remnant of yesterday. When I opened the menu from my bracelet and checked the current time, it was just past 8: 00 a.m.

Mira stretched lightly, looking out at the morning view through a window where the sunlight plunged in. If you just narrow your eyes a little and are satisfied with its vibrant streets, you notice a gentle sound that echoes slightly from those in the living room.

Happy morning classic. Mira opens the bedroom door so that she can be drawn to the sound.

"Good morning, Master Mira"

Mariana, who was dressed as a maid and ready for breakfast, greets things like the usual. A table in the living room with a fragrant smell is lined with dishes for two. Mira, longing for such a morning act, nestles in oblivion for a while.

"What's wrong?

Mariana asks what's wrong with Mira as she turns her thermal gaze. Mira, who was paranoid with that voice, when drawn back to reality,

"No...... no, it's nothing. Good morning."

Mira slips away from her gaze to delude something and flees to wash her hands. I can't say I was paranoid about two newlyweds on a boulder, etc. Reinforce your feelings as you add the robe for rolling up, wondering if it has been flushed into the situation.

As Mira stepped out of the wash, Mariana was waiting with the clothes she had finished washing.

"So, Master Mira. Let's get changed."

No time to say yes or no, first Mira, who was handed her underwear, puts on her pants as prompted. Then I take off my robe and look at Mira naked, Mariana says.

"By the way, Master Mira. There was no top underwear in the laundry, but aren't you using it?

When I took a bath at night, and still, the only underwear Mira wears is pants. I thought that would be a lot of problems, and Mariana asked.

"I don't know how to put it on. There is."

"Do you have it now?

"Uhm."

Mira answers briefly and asks them to remove the packed bag from the item field and open it. The bag contained many pieces of underwear for dressing, which was put in two places. Used and unused.

(Damn, I forgot to give you the laundry)

"Is this for laundry?"

Mariana notices instantly when she sees the bag, she takes out several pairs of trousers packed in a mess. All in all, it's a quality design.

"Um, can I ask for it?

"Absolutely."

Mariana, who answers only naturally, brings the laundry cage from the dressing room when it folds easily.

"Is there anything else?

Asked, Mira takes out an early type of magic girl-style costume that was itemized and thrown directly into the item box, not the bag, and a robe replica of the sage. Especially since there seems to be no need for it anymore, I thought that the early models might be delighted to give gifts from the samurai and replicas to their children.

"This too, please"

"Yes, sir."

Mariana takes out some bras when she puts those two in a receiving cage and then peeks into the bag.

"Size… sounds just right"

The ladies at the castle looked out for me.

Mira answers that, once taught how to put it on, but honestly goes on to say that she has forgotten. Mariana then stands up with one of her bras in her hand.

"Well, I'll tell you"

Pressed by Mariana's impending temper, Mira was to receive a lecture.

Exposed to subtle and dull shame, Amaratte also pointed it out to me, so this time I listen to Mariana's explanation so I don't miss it. Once Mariana wears it as an example, Mira takes it off and then tries several times to see if she can remember it.

Repeat, a dozen times. Mira learned how to wear a bra.

Mariana smiles happily when Mira says she has something to teach herself.

After her underwear, Mira arrived at her seat with Mariana when she was able to wear her magic robe set while she was still in the flow, for a relaxing breakfast time.

As Mira loosened her cheeks to the cocoa after the meal, the bells rang all over the room at regular intervals. The sound echoes repeatedly as if something could be rewarded.

"What's that noise?

When Mariana stands up almost at the same time Mira raises her doubts,

"It is the sound of the ringing bell of the Magic Conductor Communication. I'll ask."

That said, when I opened the shelf I had placed beside the door in my private room, there was a device I saw the other day when Cleos received emergency disturbance communication. When Mariana twists the lever of the device, communication between the two parties connects, and a treble that sounds like she just played a string for a moment crosses the room.

"This is the Tower of Summoning. I'm Mariana, your aide."

"Alkaite Castle, this is Suleiman, the aide. Will Mira be there at the moment?"

The communication through the Magic Guide communication communicated thus was that Mira had partially decrypted the materials she had brought home, and since her first destination had been found, she wanted to convey the details, so she wanted me to come to the castle.

Mariana lays her eyes down lonely when the communication is over.

"You're already gone,"

"I'll be home as soon as I'm done with business. Thank you, Mariana. As long as the Lord thinks of it, this is where I am."

Mira mouths her heartfelt feelings noticed during the night with a little light. Mariana nods small and leans against Mira, taking that right hand. The two smiled quietly at each other as the light of fairy protection swayed.

To get to the castle, it's faster to fly in the sky again. But it's cold on the sky, so I say I need cold gear, and I fish the warehouse with Mariana. Then Mariana grabbed the right coat. That's an amazingly soft, purer white furry coat than fresh snow. The size remains the same as it was in the Dumbleffe era and is quite large relative to what it is today, but there will be no problem when wearing it, as it is only worn to block the wind.

Next, they head to the refinery, where they take out the attribute-based Demon Seal Stone as a souvenir to Solomon and the Demon Seal Blast Stone that seems to be available for the summoning contract.

(At all, if there is anything convenient about communication, I wish you would tell me where it is without meeting me in person. Is that also why I have to see you? Or maybe you want a demon seal stone soon)

Though that seemed possible, Mira put together what she might need.

"Well, shall we come?"

It was Cleos who told him to hurry up while he played his voice like that.

"I wanted to tell you how to tie your hair if I could."

"Hmmm... that's again... for the next time"

Mariana, with countless ribbons in her hand, groaned with sincere regret. That was when I was finished getting ready and Mariana was thinking about what kind of hair to wear as she combed Mira's hair. When Cleos visited his private room, he called out to come with him because he was going to school.

Conversations via Magic Communication are currently set to be audible on all the top floors. Because it is more convenient because it is not used for personal use. For this reason, Cleos heard in the office that Mira was going to go to the castle, and he thought he would come with him at any rate, and he came to weigh the time.

Mariana stares at Creos hatefully.

Even though his spine trembles with a slight chill, Cleos jumps on the elevator and invites Mira.

"Okay, I'm coming"

"Yes. Welcome aboard"

Mariana smiled flushly as Mira said just a little bit of light. From last night until today to those two atmospheres, it was Cleos tilting his neck at what had happened.

In front of the Summoning Tower. There is a carriage that is smaller than normal, with no horse attached to its side. Just about the size of one person, made of wood and metal, with doors and windows.

Cleos, standing in front of that carriage,

"Dear Mira. You can't have Eisenfald."

Yes, stab the nail again, then fix the activation point on the box.

"I know..."

With infidelity and corruption, Cleos activates the procedure first when he is deciding on a summons that seems just right to be able to fly through the sky.

[Summoning: Garuda]

As the magic formation fogged as the wind rolled up, a huge weird bird shining rainbow with the addition and subtraction of light lingered on the carriage.

"Hmm...... Garuda. Your lord is going to ride Garuda."

"No, it's this way I ride. Garuda has me flying with this wagon."

When Mira says as she looks up at a bird bigger than a small house, Cleos answers only slightly more adept as she opens the carriage door she called a wagon. The so-called empty specification of the carriage. Did you just call it a bird car? Flying through the sky makes it difficult to see if it's a car, but Mira was ecstatic about the idea.

"Ho ho! I see. It doesn't matter how cold it is in the sky, it doesn't seem to hurt your butt!

Inside the peeking wagon, there is a small table and relaxing seating, and you can see that it is a comfortable space even if you just look.

When Mira jumps on the wagon, she indulges in the comfort of her seat and repeats, "No, no, no."

"It's supposed to be for one person, but if it's Master Mira, it's small, so maybe a little packing will get you on. Do you want to take a ride?

Cleos said so with a somewhat more gracious smile than usual, feeling somewhat akin to his fatherhood coming up in Mira's appearance.

"Is it good!?

"Yeah, I thought maybe you'd be okay."

To Mira, who shimmers her innocent face and inquires, Cleos replies that she will figure it out and goes inside the wagon. When Mira snuggled herself into the corner, there was just enough room for one person. Cleos closes the door saying, "You don't seem to have a problem" when he sits there.

"To the capital, Lunatic Lake"

When Cleos tells him that he is going to slap a ton of walls, the sound of the wind pounding over the walls begins to sound.

"Fly or fly!

Mira looks through the windows in excitement at the surrounding grasshoppers in the wind. Then, a few big winds wind up and all the scenery begins to flow down, along with a light floating feeling that lifts into the sky. Fluffy and in the sight of increasing altitude with each wingspan, Mira stood up and stuck to the window to peek under her eyes.

Cleos can't feel the majestic atmosphere he once had when he was a Dumblrf, staring at Mira's aftermath like that, but another loyalty was sprouting, like stirring up his protective appetite.

"Ooh! The tower is already so small down there. It's okay, it's okay. How do I get this?

"Is this the wagon? This is..."

Mira asks, one end away from the window, with a full look of anticipation. Cleos replies that, urging him to settle down and sit down first, he asked the castle craftsman to create it, so he would be able to make the same if necessary.

Intended to ask him when he arrived early, Mira enjoyed the relaxed, empty road together when she took out two apple ole and gave one to Cleos.