She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Forty-eight.

Mila, who broke up with Solomon, was mapping the distance to his next destination as he walked. And one samurai is watching the state of it from the shadows of the pillars. It's Lily. She wanted to hear her thoughts on the Magic Robe Set, but she finished her job twice as fast as usual, twisted her time, and waited in her current position in anticipation of the meeting when she finished talking to Solomon.

(Oh, you know how the coat is calculated. The occasional peeking thighs are so great. The length of the skirt is not too long or too short, pushed up reasonably well, and the angle flutters constantly. You're right)

Lily was observing the condition of the magic robe set, which varied by moving. But that can't last long either. Lily, who is creating a heterogeneous atmosphere, has been noticed by her surroundings, because she has been found by Mira following the tip of her surrounding gaze.

"What are you doing?"

"... er... follow-up observation, is it?

Lily, who emerges from the shadow of the pillar while being looked at by surprised Mira, returns an inexplicable answer in an inexplicable pose as to whether she tried to delude herself.

"What's that?"

"More than that! It's lunch time, isn't it? How would you like to join us? Let me know what you think of your clothes."

"Speaking of which, I told you so. Okay, let's go."

Mira checks the time when she closes the map. Just a little past noon. When Mira nodded, Lily hurried to show Mira to the maid's quarters before being pursued further.

(Why are we gathered so much...)

The cafeteria in the samurai section. Mira was surrounded by more than ten samurai.

"Is there a problem with the movement?

"Was there anything inconvenient about the size?

"The back fabric emphasized the touch, how about that?

Not by lunch on a bunch of questions rolled out one after the other, but before the colorful French toast of sweet-scented fruit, Mira in a depository state. I couldn't even kick it, and I answered one by one, and it turned out that the lunch was over when I arrived in the dining room a little over an hour later.

After the meal, Mira exhales with relief as she pours the cafe ole down her throat. The majority of the samurai are back at work and there are only Lillies who have now finished this hour of work as well.

Lily's sister had an opportunity to learn about her attendance at Alkite School and her father's death in the Three Kingdoms Defense Battle.

"Speaking of which, I met Amaratte, the sage deputy, and I think he liked these clothes."

"Oh dear Amaratte!

Mira talks about Amaratte, as she remembers, while putting the cup containing the cafe ole on the table. Unlike such a blurry Mira, Lily stuffed herself more happily to Mira, as she was surprised.

"Uhm...... So he asked me to tell him that I want him to wear it. I don't know what to do."

"Of course it is. Master Amaratte has been around for a long time... and uh... If it's all right with us, we'll take it!

Suddenly Lily, the color of her eyes glowed suspiciously, but that was only for a moment. Immediately returning to the look of seriousness, I accept it with emotion. For Lily and the others, Amaratte was basically faceless, so he was stepping on two legs of what he was concerned about. But now, Mira gave me definitive information. There's nothing left to stop Lily and the others with formal permission.

"Hmm, well. I'll tell you what."

"Are you sure? Now, if you can, please tell me what time is convenient because I want to measure the dimensions in every corner… accurately"

"Okay."

Mira ends up in the dining room with a thank you when she gets up. Lily then ran under the people involved in order to hold a meeting about the Amaratte costume as soon as possible.

(After experiencing that wagon, I feel a little heavy...)

Square in front of Alkite Castle Gate. Between the walls that stand behind you and the small woods that separate the superior district from the castle. Mira looks up at the sunny sky as she takes out her fur coat and recalls the comfortable sky journey of the Garuda Wagon.

"My patience until it's done."

Whimpering as he tells himself, Mira sets the basis for the summons forward.

[Summoning: Pegasus]

The blue magic formations appearing in the front go up to the sky and shed many lightning strips, revealing a pure white figure with repeated glowing flashes. And finally, when the fragments of the scattered magic formation form wings, the carriers of thunder, Heavenly Horse Pegasus, descend onto the earth.

Pegasus folded his pure white wings and hissed small, as soon as Mira and I met each other, he turned a puffy face.

"No...?

There are exceptions, but subpoenas that basically do not use the rosary's summons do not utter words. Even if there is a word before that, if there is something to convey, it is first and foremost an expression of attitude.

"Long time no see, how are you?

As Mira walks over to Pegasus, she talks as she peeks into her face, but the Pegasus of the day turns her neck in reverse so as to deflect her gaze once again.

There was no word there, but Mira had such a pegasus attitude. It's similar when my sister gets angry.

"Are you angry?

I wonder if it might be. Pegasus then glanced at Mira in a grumpy manner. In its eyes is the loneliness that I did not see and the frustration that has been left alone for a long time.

Even if she doesn't understand everything, Mira will definitely be angry because of Pegasus.

(Because you're so sweet... If I hadn't contacted you for thirty years, it might be natural...)

"I'm sorry. As an excuse, I haven't been in this world for thirty years. I've only been here recently. I'm so sorry I couldn't reach you."

So sincerely apologize, Mira. Then the next moment, a shock strikes that little body. Pegasus stuck it out of his head. When Mira is pushed down as she is, Pegasus slips his face over its chest, honking the back of her throat like she cries. When I narrowed my grieving eyes, large tears overflowed, slowly wetting Mira's chest. It was Mira who panicked because of the sudden, but Pegasus also missed me, feeling a little awkward, he turned his arm around his neck and caressed the hyena softly as he seemed to love him.

Mira wakes up and faces Pegasus, who decides it's time to settle down.

"Please, Lord, let me fly with you."

The moment Mira said so, Pegasus instantly bent in front of Mira as she opened her eyes to shit. And when you push around Mira's waist with your mouth, she hurries to get on quickly.

"Oh, will you give me a ride? You're a good girl."

Mira stroked that head gently in a manner that would give her an honest ride, crossing the fur coat over the back of the feather-woven pegasus. Pegasus slowly rises and widens his wings wide as he feels his back chewing on Mira's warmth. And he turns his neck and asks for his destination, not saying he's ready.

"Then it's Pegasus. Fly in that direction."

Mira points in a southwesterly direction with a forest of prayer children, stroking the soft hyena. Pegasus hissed loudly in recognition, wings spread up and down and gradually accelerated. When the sound of a light hoof and the sound of beating the wind reaches its climax, Mira rises to the sky with a breath of great gravity. Unlike in Eisenfald, there's nothing to block your feet, so the square directly below the castle gate you've been in looks good.

"That's good. That's good. It's comfortable again."

The cold I was worried about has also settled into a fine state thanks to my fur coat. Especially if you can enjoy the view under your eyes. Eisenfald was hard to see down there because of his big body.

Pegasus runs through heaven in a very good mood. The trajectory I went through had a small bounce of charged particles as if they represented such feelings, creating a river of light despite the high hours of the day.

Mira overlooks Lunatic Lake, which gets smaller in seconds as she turns her arm around Pegasus' neck. In his eyes, he also saw the five-line mechanism outside the school, and the next time he visited, he started making plans to go to one of them.

Across large mountain ranges, you can check the map from time to time and make minor corrections to the sky for a few hours. Unaccustomed to the ride, Mira, whose crotch was starting to hurt, descended from the sky into the village where she found herself comfortable in a small dining room.

(Hmm. At this pace, it's going to be midnight before we get to our destination)

Mira, mixed with a neglected guest, was largely noticeable because of her overly tidy appearance. But no man has the courage to talk because he is wearing a bracelet known as a testament to advanced adventurers. It stays just to watch on the far roll. It is very rare for advanced adventurers to come to this village, far from major cities and with no famous dungeons or hunting grounds nearby.

Mira was easily calculating the travel time while illuminating the distance to this occasion and the rest of the journey against the map.

As a result, the solution is guided that arrival at the destination will go around 10 pm. If it were a forest at night, my vision would be almost dyed in the dark. In that case, there is also the possibility of missing traces. And I wasn't willing to work for Mira until that time in the first place.

Find accommodation in the right position near the woods on the map while tilting Mixbury ole from time to time.

It's just in the right place, if we can get this far, it'll be enough.

From the current point, about two hours in Pegasus. The village was so close to the woods of the prayer child.

The Prayer Child Forest is so vast that the final destination, the Goshenki, lies in a place that has been divided even deeper after entering the forest. It is certain that the day will change.

Mira, who sandwiched the thirty minute break, paid and then washed her hands before leaving the village. Is it because it's a small, cloudy village in the countryside? The toilet was suction ceremony, and the moment the valve at the bottom opened, Mira had a slight reminder of the catacombs.

Mira, once again going into the sky, was leaking admiration into the sea of stars that gradually began to shine as she watched the sun set on the horizon.

Then, after a while, if the wind blows, we find the artificial light that shines faintly and innumerably in front of the pitch-black forest, which swells like a creature. We set out to find the Inn of the Day, a village bonfire.

Pegasus, which marks the light, descends. When we descend on the nearby grass, we labor Pegasus before sending him back.

Large for a village, small for a city. Mapping the name of the place, it was Hunters Village.

There is only one inn in this village, and when Mira opens its doors, along with a light bell sound, she says, "Welcome!" and the voice of a happy man sounds.

It is a classic form of management inn that combines the dining room, and the bustling shops were able to see it thriving. Guests will most likely be adventurers based on what they are wearing. Several of them pause their dining hands for a moment and reflect back to their visitors.

In a gaze that looks intriguing, Mira heads to the counter early enough. The shopkeeper of this shop had the impression that the first greeting hung was a husband with a thin line and a family.

"This is another rare customer, isn't it? How many of your people are there? Just meals, or lodging?

Mira lowered her hips to the empty counter seat,

"Ask at the lodging. I'll see you at dinner. Both for one person."

"Heh, you're alone. Your daughter can come to such a despicable place by herself. That means... a magician, I guess. The magician is really funny."

When the young man sitting next to Mira turns to Mira's words with interest, he speaks with emotion.

The young man was carrying a sword on his back. Flesh with just enough strength to match it is covered in a coat of black leather. There is a pleasant smile on his face that seems quite neat.

"Oh, suddenly I'm sorry. I'm called Al Fayeil. As you can see, I'm a swordsman, but I admire magicians."

While introducing herself, Alfeil stares at Mira with a deep heart and envy. He met several magicians during his adventures and spoke up each time.

"Yeah, can I ask you a few magicians?

Alfeil smiles and asks Mira. With a familiar but uncontrolled look, Mira turns her chest a little proudly when she likes it.

"He's a summoner!

The answer stops the voices of the adventurers around you. And a gaze was turned with pity and grief. Mira sighs that summoning reconstruction is still ahead of her when she rounds her spine like a puffy to such an ambient reaction.

Only one of them reacted differently.

"Enough to get here by yourself, you're amazing at summoning!

Alfeil praises Mira even more, with his deepening eyes. As the saying goes, this Hunter's Village, adjacent to the Prayer Child Forest, is never a place where new American adventurers can come alone.

When the adventurers in the store also noticed the matter in a word from Alphael, they raised their voices of surprise in general.

"Mr. Alphail, I wonder if I could ask for your daughter's order first before that. You'll be hungry."

"Oh, right. I'm sorry."

As the surroundings begin to flourish, the shopkeeper realizes that he can't finish the story as it is, gauging the time and offering Mira a cooking menu. When Mira received it as an "excuse me," she ordered a chicken vanilla set and honey ole.

Alfeil seemed to really like magicians. He enthusiastically talks about the convenience of intangible technique, which is also useful on a daily basis, and begins to delightfully explain the numerous artefacts he possessed as a substitute for surgery, wanting to feel a little bit of the magician's mood.

Artefacts with various techniques are mainly called start-up artefacts. It is a treasured item among adventurers because it is available to those who do not possess mana, although it is limited in number.

Advanced is not possible, but most start-up tools for surgery have been developed up to lower levels. But the ceremonial god of summoning and yin and yang, and necromancy, had no start-up instruments, whether inferior or not, and Alfeil moaned greatly about it.

After Mira's ordered dishes are ready, Alfeil's interests are directed to summoning with little use and no startup equipment. He wants to see the summoning technique handled by certain powerful people.

To the younger girl, over and over again, "Show me!" and a young man begging and bowing his head. The adventurers who were there from the beginning laugh. But whoever saw the sight from the middle of the road, he looked at what the girl wanted to see, and at what the youth could take perversely.

After dinner, Mira came to a place called Training Square in Hunter's Village with Alfayr. In the darkness of a dark night, the light of the artwork that Alfeil had illuminates his surroundings brightly. Alfeil explains that this place was prepared for the self-training of adventurers and hunters. And here, he said, he would be able to use his summons fully.

"Well, if you're that interested, I'll show you."

Mira is in a good mood for being granted subpoena, even though she says so much. But when you do not put it on the table, and you exercise the summoning technique peacefully, a black knight with the same level of intimidation appears from a magical formation floating in the front.

"Oh! This is the summons! You're black, you look strong!

When Alfeil exalts himself to the summoning technique he sees for the first time, he looks at the Black Knight in the front and excites his whole body about his appearance. Then he immediately turned back to Mira,

"World War I, can't you make it work!?

That's what I say, I turn my eyes full of expectations. Alfeil's expression shined like a dog with a snack in front of him, enough to tell how depressed he would be to take it when he refused.

"Well, that's good."

Answer that, and Alfeil will jump and rejoice. Mira stares at such a shaky young man and sees how strong he is.

What I can read is that my ability as a swordsman is first-class, but my magic power is less than that of ordinary people. Now you will have considerable anxiety about your resistance to surgery.

After that, as a swordsman, do you have the skills to take advantage of your talents?

Alfeil pulls out his sword more than a dozen steps away from the Black Knight. Its fullness shines silver, slightly chilled. And in Mira's eyes he could see the power of the Spirit that dwelt in his sword.

Ice Spirit Sword

When Alfeil lightly lays down his sword, he begins to wrap up signs of strangulation that are clearly different from before. Changing your mind for combat purposes also tells Mira. That discrepancy, too, but more than that, the intimidation unleashed by Alfeil was a glimpse of strength above the confirmed talent level.

"What a possible eagle!"

"Lady, I can't believe I can feel this and not move one eyebrow, even though I can't see the bottom."

The two laugh lightly at each other. Then Mira leaves the spot and leaves her back on the appropriate wall. Alfeil squeezed his sword with both hands several times as he breathed heavily.

"So let's get started."

When Mira says so, she throws heavenly high the great sword that the Black Knight has in his hand. But at the next moment a new sword appeared from a small floating magic formation, and when the Black Knight took it, he set his cuttoe against Alphaeil.

The great sword dancing through the universe reaches its apex and begins to fall. The sword, which cuts the wind sharply and spins once more, gradually lowers its altitude.

From the sky without light, the Great Sword reveals itself.

Leaving behind a black trajectory as he was illuminated by the illumination of his instruments, the Great Sword pierced deep into the ground.

It signals that Alfeil lowers his posture and drives. The flashing silver blade is stood aside and instantly packed with distance, the bounced ice blade is sucked into the black knight's torso.

Preemption from early start. That speed was correctly first-class. Therefore, the Black Knight will turn completely behind him, but the sword of Alfeil will be held back by the black blade and will not reach the main body.

(I'm not sure of my strength... Definitely better than Emera. Faster than anything. Maybe it's better than Dark Knight.)

Mira was objectively measuring Alfeil's strength from its standing position. I'm trying to figure out how far to use the power of the Dark Knight.

The Black Knight wields the Great Sword forcefully, keeping Alphail's sword safe. Alfeil cannot resist its powerful power, and is blown away into the universe.

"Strong, this is strong!

Alfeil shouts without overwhelming his exaltation. The expression glistened delightfully as he stepped on the ground and killed momentum.

Again, the sound of the sword meets. The Black Knight's sword swung down shortly after Alfeil was in shape. The shock is not something that Alfeil rarely experiences either, and his voice leaks with agony. But at that time, there was a grin in Alfeil's mouth.

That's just a few moments. Before cutting off all the kinetic energy of the Great Sword, Alfeil sharply swept away the torso of the defenseless Black Knight as he slipped his blade tip.

A flash rolled out of a bewildering motion deeply cleaves the Black Knight, and the speed of the sword released from both hands becomes a severe shock, bouncing its body wide.

"Ma'am, this shouldn't be it. Please, let me do it for real!

Nestled in a Shura look, Alfeil raises his voice with his back to Mira. As the word goes, Dark Knight was not at full strength. Now that it's a reality, real life and death hang on. Because in a situation where the exact strength of the opponent had not been overstated, Mira could not have done all she could poorly.

"Has your Lord done all he can to lose recently?

That's what Mira asked for the final decision. Alfeil answers the question by shaking his neck to the side.

"Not lately. You lost about five years ago."

Mira understood one thing, keeping an eye on Alfeil's back. That the man is hungry for the mighty. There would have been a lot of challenging battles like this one, based on what Alphael said and did. And each time I've won. Still, I'm not happy with my power, I'm looking for the strong. That tireless upliftment reminds Mira a little too.

He just kept looking up and reaching out.

"I'm sorry I did something to try. Instead, you should go through five years"

"That's...... looking forward to it!

To Mira's words Alfeil raised his mouth angle and the ice fog began to cover his sword as if to echo his temper.