She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Fifty-two.

After wearing only his underwear quickly, Mira, who had cleaned out her bag and towel, jumped into the woods without getting lost.

Judging from his appearance, it is expected that the suspicious man will be mending his reprimand moves, so Mira tracks him only with biosensing, not eyes, while completely hiding himself in the woods trees so as not to be distracted. Remove and wrap the Magic Robe Set from the item box along the way. There was also a sage robe, but around the time I chose the magic robe set, he also seems to like it a lot.

Biosensing captures many of the animals that live in the forest. Big reactions appear all over the sensing range, and when Mira looks back, the reactions are much farther away. A small reaction crosses the sky with wind cuts. There are also reactions that feel signs of people and keep them away from escaping.

Concentrating on just one of those countless heartbeats, Mira follows the man from too far away a sensory range.

Looking through the woods again as I lurked, various flora and fauna that I could not see from the sky were overflowing with Mira's sight. Grass that is treasured as a material for restorative medicines, nuts that look beautiful but are used as raw materials for arrow poison, trees that are extremely rugged and used for protective equipment, etc. In the forest of Fantasy, a treasure trove of materials, Mira slips herself to sew between the trees as she distracts her footsteps from the sounds of the small animals.

Some unnaturally silenced lake appears at the end of the journey as we begin to track down a man heading straight for somewhere. It was a circle smaller than the lake where there was the exit of the Tendemon Labyrinth, and there were several purple flowers floating on the lake's surface, somewhat full of a forest atmosphere.

Mira watches as the man approaches the lake, letting herself lurk in the tree, only peeking into her face.

(Is that... a spirit?)

Near the center of a dim lake, there was certainly a spirit there. I can see that you look a lot younger and you're still a young spirit. He has blue, clear hair to cover his entire body and a slightly glowing, thin coat. It didn't make a big difference that I didn't wear anything, and it didn't look any worse than Mira a while ago.

The spirited girl was jumping with purple flowers scaffolded and interested in playing. As countless butterflies dance, the little spirits reach for it and laugh with pleasure.

Then a man suddenly lays himself down. That's just in front of the trees that block sight. It's a small grass and forest border.

(Oh man... what are you going to do!)

Feeling unexplained anxiety about the disturbing behavior, Mira tried to speak to the man. But it was a little late. Because it was too far away from biosensing, the man went into action sooner than Mira approached the range of his voice. A man ran toward the Spirit with a dagger on his hips backwards while in a low position.

"Knock... can't make it!

Mira packs the distance in [shrinkage] but doesn't even reach the lake, just before the man's dagger is already protruded on the back of the Spirit.

A tall sound tore the silence of the lake apart.

Mira distorts her expression unexpectedly out of sight and in agony. But what I saw with that eye toward fear was not a young spirit, who pierced his body and raised his severance demon.

Suspiciously glowing daggers dance among the escaping butterflies. Between the man and the Spirit was plugged a sword that played that dagger, and the next moment its blade tip swayed, flashing sharply like a thunderbolt in one breath.

The man manages to recieve the flash with a black dagger that pulls out his glimmer, rolling down the shores of the lake with that momentum and killing the momentum. Did they plunder the blade tip, or the mask falls to the grass.

The girl of the Spirit, looking back at the sudden shock sound, was surprised and rushed into the lake.

(Who...?)

Having ascertained the spirits' safety, Mira immediately leans behind the trees and observes the situation.

What showed up there was a man in a costume like the Divine Lord. Her hair is black and wrapped in red and purple garments, and her hands are gripped with a razor blade engraved with five dead stars. The forehead is tied with a yellow tie, and if the man in the crown steps down on the lake, he sways loosely in front of him.

"That's a chimeric closen. Let me ask you something."

"You say that. Are you the Fifty Bells League... It's a tough place to be."

The conversation also reaches Mira's ear. A man nestled on a lake and a man with a black dagger. The two tense signs of staring at each other at a certain distance make you feel that they are both quite capable.

(Chimera closen. Is that still the case? But who is that man? They said Iszuren Mae or something. From what I've seen, it seems hostile.)

Two men popped up at the same time as Mira was thinking about the two. A man with a crown running down the lake accidentally gives himself up and touches the scaffold.

[Formula Symbol: Xu]

Ceremony marks in a man's hand. Sucking up the water in the lake abruptly, it swirls with splashes and mimics snakes. The man in the crown walks like a curve to the right and the snake in the water draws a curve to the left. It is a set up from left to right.

The man with the dagger circles his gaze and glances at both, removing the vial from his nostrils and waiting.

When the sword of the man in the crown is swept through, he scatters a dagger and a razor spark. At the same time, the dagger man threw a hidden vial behind his back in the opposite hand. As soon as it touches […], which strikes from the blind spot, it explodes to create sandy waterfalls, making a roar.

"A vial of ground sperm!

When that blow wipes out and returns to the original ceremonial mark, it falls to the ground. The man in the crown gives a slightly remorseful look and infers the item that caused the phenomenon.

Behind the dagger man, a ceremonial god who took away water and turned to dust returns to the land like rain. The man with the dagger sneaks into his nostalgia with one foot without confirming it, gaining momentum and aiming for a deadly blow.

"I heard there are many Yin and Yang magicians in the Fifty Bells League. It would be natural to keep measures in place!

The intense pain of paralysis pushes through the left arm of the man in the crown who blocked that cut. But the man distorted his mouth in pain, but activated the ceremonial mark in his hand.

[Star Symbols: Wooden Three Style, Gossip Soul]

The magic ejected from the ceremonial symbol by the technique wraps around the left arm of the dagger man. Shortly afterwards, the man glanced abominably at the man in the crown, jumping out loud. Then the magic tangled in his arms spreads.

"He's a hassle..."

gossip soul, one of the yin and yang techniques. This has the effect of inflicting your pain on the opponent as well. Because the closer you get to the subject, the higher the effect, it is possible to escape if you distance yourself like the man with the dagger. It gives people a deep insight into Yin and Yang techniques.

A man with a dagger that flew quickly behind him, but the effect of the surgery was enormous, seeping cold sweat into severe pain and dampening it to shelter its arms. But that's just for a second. My body just reacted unconsciously to the pain I was suddenly hit with.

But the man in the crown had set his aim in that momentary gap.

[Star Symbols: Water Type III - Double Written Water]

A man in a garment crown with a quick mark. The man with the dagger glanced at his opponent instantly, but the ceremonial symbol that was the cornerstone of the technique and the medium was not in his hands. But suddenly a chill runs on my spine. Focus your nerves on signs that something you don't know is nearby.

It is certain that the procedure was activated. The man with the dagger tried to get off the spot so that he could be blamed for something.

"This... is a ceremonial symbol!

The man with the dagger stares at the man with the crown, who also stands in the front as he is, when he is assembled by the man with the crown, who appears abruptly from behind.

The man in the crown stares silently at the man sealed of liberty without putting his mood on his face.

(Somehow, have you been captured...)

The actual workers of Chimera Clozen are only comparable in strength to the Spirit. A man can expect to be an intelligence unit out of that outfit. And strength was considerable.

The man in the crown, from the outset, had moved on the assumption of captivity. [incomprehensible] The purpose is to install formula marks so that they are not understood by the other party. [Double-written water] is a technique that creates the separation of water, and because it has the corresponding mass, it is not easy to get out if it can be assembled.

The man in the crown also took this means after figuring it out. So much so that an organization called Chimera Clozen had so many mysteries that it needed to get information even at risk.

As a result, the ceremonial symbol that made him lurk near the foot of the dagger man creates a water separation due to the activation of the technique, depriving the enemy of his freedom.

The man in the crown succeeded in sealing off the enemy's movements while seriously injuring his arm. It should have been.

The man in the crown turns his consciousness toward the lake. There is no sign of the Spirit there, and when he confirms that he has escaped, he makes a blunt noise and sees a sword rolling down the grass.

"Is this... paralysis poison..."

"Your Answer"

A man in a crown squeezing his knees and voice out as paralysis runs across his body. The expression is slightly cramped because of the paralysis and stares at the universe in a frenzy. And eventually, the concentration is interrupted, and the activated technique is fogged.

The man with the open dagger switched his dagger in turn as he looked down at his opponent with delightfully distorted eyes.

"I'll finish it right away"

With that said, a dagger protruded in a smooth motion, like a tame task. The blade, painted black enough to even swallow the light, is held back by the hand that goes to the pure white shield just before, however, making a high metal noise.

"What...... so!?

The instant he dyed his eyes in amazement, the dagger man looks back at the slight signs he felt directly behind him. But that didn't make any sense. Because sooner than he turned to his face, his body was pierced by a fierce impact and bounced high in the sky.

"Apparently, he's paralyzed. Wait a minute."

When the white shield that blocked the view of the man in the garment disappeared, there stood a silver-haired girl wrapped around a black based piece and coat. Never mind the costume that flicks heavily with the remnants of the shock wave, the girl tells him so when she checks on the man.

Mira broke into a war situation where the man in the crown was being pushed from advantage.

Mira doesn't even know what a man like God is like, or what the Fifty Bells League is like. But Chimera Clozen, who targets the Spirit, is certainly an abominable enemy to Mira. Then it will be obvious which way it will go.

"You... are..."

Mira disappeared before the man in the crown spun the word. A few moments later, the groans and explosions creeping out of a man's sight.

A black dagger pierces the grass. By its side, a man with a dagger was eating his teeth off the pain of burning his hand while Mira grabbed him by the wrist.

"Damn...... you weren't a summoner. Why are you here?"

A man groans abominably as he stares at the girl he meets in the blooming lake of flowers.

"Lord, what have you done here? I thought I heard you were going back to the village."

"Just a little lost!

To Mira, whose expression seemed like she had guessed everything, the man turned his voice absurd and swung Mira by force, experiencing the burning pain of his arm, facing each other at a distance that was neither far nor near. When the man tilts his body so that the tool bag becomes Mira's blind spot, he removes the vial of trump card from inside and hides it in his hand.

"Either way, it's not calm. I'd like to talk to you a little bit."

"There's nothing like talking. And... there's no need to talk."

The man's eyes are dark, and he looks dull at Mira. There was an obvious intention to kill there. But Mira, looking straight back at her gaze, [shrinks] and packs my distance at once.

When the hostiles scratched off in the present, the man immediately strained his fighting spirit in all directions. It is a way of fighting the divine immortals by special walking methods.

The man from Chimera Clozen determined Mira to be a magician from some of the techniques he saw. Even though it is quite powerful. The man laughs bitterly when he is conspired to be the lowest alert ranked summoner among the sorcerers and was already in surgery from the time he met him. In addition, Mira will be recognized as one of the Fifty Bells Federation, and means will be taken to ensure that it is handled.

Gripped in the hand of a man is a vial of thunderbolt paralysis pain. If you crack it, it's a substitute for driving the nerves of the motor system of all the organisms around it crazy. If divided on this occasion, he would be affected himself, but for this reason the man was consolidating himself with his equipment against paralysis and lightning. This minimizes the impact and allows the calculation to move ahead of the person involved.

The man grabbed the vial. When he could put in a force close to cracking into his hand, shortly after, Mira showed up at the front of the man. A fist protruded sharply wraps a storm, and a wild wind blade cleaves the subject mercilessly.

But the man endured. The man succeeds in crushing the vial of his palm, even though he desperately stops the limbs that are likely to be cut a thousand times off the edge and is about to be removed by impact.

"Mine, I win...!

Convinced of victory, the man laughs invincibly, lifting the end of his mouth while containing the blood flowing through his cheeks in the electric light scattered around him. And the effect of the vial led him to fall back, dominated by paralysis crawling around his whole body and a contraction of muscles resembling cramps.

But the man's body opens from the end every second. It specializes in its recovery rate, so it can regain its freedom faster than anyone else. That's the man's must-win pattern.

But before the man's paralysis was broken, the paralysis turned into severe pain.

"Gu... oh... oh!

I leak a painful voice from the back of my belly into an intolerable pain. Then, with thin, white legs, your hands are extended to the left and right. The open man's right hand had countless shards of glass stabbed and stained with blood.

"Again, did you hide something"

Jen-royal Mira's feet step on to suppress the man's arms. That pupil, confirming the right hand of the man with the trace of crushing something in his hand, was glowing in gold.

That's a demon eye. [Immortal Ophthalmology: Demonic Vision of Paralyzed Life] will completely curse the man, and even his life and death will be mastered.

"Why... why can you move..."

The man, looking up at Mira almost directly from the bottom, first puts his doubts in his mouth.

The effect of the vial of thunderbolt paralysis pain should have definitely involved the girl. That is not something you can resist even if you are dressed in a weapon that is specific to you. Then why?

A resentful, grudgingly grudging man, a girl who looks as if she didn't want to go through with it, makes her right-handed back look like she did. The back of his hand, which was pointed under his eyes, was dark and shady, but the man who saw it laughed remorsefully, but somewhere he gave up because he was convinced.

"Haha......! Protect……? I'm not kidding..."

What you see in a man's eyes, it's wings gleaming in the shadows. A bond given by Mariana, the seal of fairy protection.

Countless benefits exist in the protection of fairies by fairy individuals. And it had the characteristic of increasing its effectiveness with the strength of the bond.

Mariana protection is resistant to abnormal conditions. And the protection given to Mira has reached full tolerance of the state anomaly. A vial of thunderbolt paralysis pain is a paralysis induced item that is pretty much at the top, but even that doesn't work, so for the man who was trumpeting this, that would be the only thing that isn't a joke.

Mira bumped out of the front without probing into the other party's hands because of this protection.

"I don't know who it is, but it helped. Thanks."

A man in a paralyzed crown walks over to Mira in a slightly unbridled foothold.

"Never mind. Your lord called this guy Chimera Clozen. Then as a magician, I can't throw it away either."

Saying so, Mira shifts her gaze from the man at her feet to the man in the crown. The eyes had already returned to a clear blue color from the demonic eye.

"No... who is he? This man called your lord Iszren Mae, but is he one of your lords?

In addition to the man with the crown in Mira's eyes, there was another woman in a white mountain ambush outfit who lends her shoulders to accompany her. The woman, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, wraps up an aristocratic atmosphere that doesn't fit the costume at all.

"Oh, he's one of us. As I was told, I belong to the Fifty Bells League, Blue."

"Likewise, White."

"I know you're rude with a pseudonym, not a real name, to a benefactor, but there are circumstances that help me guess"

The man calls himself Blue, and the woman calls himself White. Mira doesn't particularly care if it's a code name used for external use.

"I'm Mira."

That's what he calls it, shifting his gaze under his eyes. Rolled at Mira's feet, the man in Chimera Clozen, who was forced by demonic eyes to accumulate a paralysis that overwhelmingly exceeded the resistance of the equipment, was looking up inside Mira's skirt with his vain eyes.

"And what about this guy?

Mira kicks her head lightly and asks back to Blue and White.

"If you like, will you let us take it? I want to take you back to base and ask you all kinds of questions."

When Blue offers to do so, Mira shows a bare gesture of thinking only a little, then opens her mouth.

"A base? Then why don't you take me with you?"

Organization against Chimera Clozen, Fifty Bells Federation. Nyanmaru, the ceremonial god who was protecting the Spirit, met on the return of the ancient temple Nebrapolis. Maybe these two have something to do with it. That's what Mira thought.

"On base...? As far as I'm concerned, I'm a benefactor of my life, and I'd love to, but with hatred and inferiority. I can't promise. But I'll stop by the relay camp before I get back to base, so I'll tell the captain as much about you as I can. So, what do you think?"

I am grateful, but I cannot suddenly take those I have just met to an important base. When Blue says so with a wrinkle between his eyebrows, he advances that he will cooperate whenever he can.

"That'll do."

Mira also showed an understanding that the organization would not be able to help the area, and handed over the man at her feet to the two of them.

The two hands of the Fifty Bells League are a big deal, and when you wrap a man around his shoulder in dozens of seconds with a cloth with a full tattoo on it, he puts it through a stick. The pattern of this cloth is a sealed engraving, which is an item for escort or capture that can reduce the ability to one-tenth when wrapped.

A line away from the lake scratches the bushes for a relay camp. Mira said what she thought along the way.

"Speaking of which, do you mean white? It seemed strange, but where has your Lord been?"

That's what I heard. Mira and I laugh at each other and start talking about what happened a while ago.

"We, the Fifty Bells League, are basically acting in pairs. I've been watching this guy for a few days now, and I've been following him. Then today, I turned to the occasion when this man was meeting with you and talking about something. I kept an eye on it from afar so that it wouldn't be distracted, so I couldn't hear the story. So I thought you were one of the chimeras, so I decided to split up."

"Blue followed this man, and I followed you. But for some reason, when I try to get closer than a certain distance, you look back. I thought you had a good idea, but you were a fairy too. I wonder if you noticed my signs with biosensing. Since I figured out the general range, I've been chasing them at a distance. So I'm late to find out what's going on."

Oh, boy. White with her cheeks swollen and infidelity in a blue that flaunts her shoulders that it was hard work. The hung man made his vain eyes darken farther, wondering if he had been worn for such a long time.

"By the way, lady, the same goes for the biosensing range, but you sound like quite a fairy magician"

Turning only to his gaze, White looks at Mira with interest. Mira's clothes are brilliantly aligned in the fashionable magic girl style, and she becomes even more infidel to the cuteness of her own costume like a mountain ambush.

"No, I'm not a summoner!

Mira insists, even though she remembers her nowhere visibility. White said, "Oh?," said Blue as he tilted his neck, "What's the joke?" I laugh. If you can show all that fairy talent, you can't help but think so.

Mira summons Dark Knight in the front to show him that she can't make it into two dances one day. But Mira's summons has no preliminary action. Thus on Blue and White, the demons of the Black Knight suddenly appeared, taking an immediate vigilance enough to give a glimpse of daily workouts. And as a result, a man naturally dropped to the ground groans with hatred.

"Uh... it's a dark night. It's my summons."

After the summons, Mira, who was about to say that this was evidence, tells the two of them to mistime and follow suit too soon. Dark Knight proved the word by refraining next to Mira just because it was natural.

"Not at all... don't be surprised"

"Really, I wanted you to say that first."

The two distance themselves from the dreaded intimidating dark knights and solve the arrangement.

"Nooo... sorry..."

I said I was a summoner, but swallowed the word, and Mira apologized with infidelity.

But the biggest victim in this would be the guy from Chimera Clozen. Because the dropped place was just above the worm's nest, gathered by a large number of worms while being irresistible.