She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Sixty-two

Mira, feeling a little up because of the long story, heads up from the hot tub to the washroom where she has secured a wooden barrel and bath chair piled in one corner in her hand.

When I was soaking a towel with water in a wooden barrel, my hair, which had suddenly been wrapped up, was unwrapped.

"What is it, Lord? Can I help you yet?

When Mira looked up, there was an acelia figure neatly folding the ribbon that was stopping her hair. For looking up, a more powerful chest looms.

"Because you let me tell you a valuable story. I don't mean to thank you, but let me wash my hair and back!

I had missed a lot on the way, but the reason I approached Mira in the first place was because of my sister's desire to take care of Mira like her sister. Acelia approaches Mira under the right pretext without forgetting her beginnings.

Fundamentally different from Mariana, but somewhat similar, Mira felt from that slightly toned voice. Even as Mira, it feels good to have people wash their heads for some reason, so there's no reason to say no.

"Whatever you want."

Acelia, acknowledging Mira's concise answer, starts washing her silver hair with a shower in her hand willingly. The arrangement is very familiar, and Mira closes her lid to its comfort, which is slightly ticklish but similar to pleasure, with her fingertips directly touching her scalp.

As a result, Acelia enjoyed her nostalgic sister's mood and gave herself a completely relaxed look, as did Mira, who had no need to be distracted.

Immerse yourself in the water again with a body that has cooled well after washing to the body, and now enjoy the garden flair quietly.

The sounds of deer amusement echoing at regular intervals were very soothing for Mira, who soaked up too loosely until she felt a little up again.

I was fully satisfied when an hour and a half passed since I came to the Baths.

It's time to go up for dinner.

Enjoying the abundance of the bath, Mira stood up to signal the sound of the next deer troll. Then Acelia mimicked it, and when Mira wiped her body, Acelia also wielded the towel like a nunchuck and took water from her body to a great deal of mess.

And the two of them go after the bathroom together.

When she leaves the stripper, Acelia sneaks up on the other bathers to the shelves in the corner of the room.

Mira is standing in front of the appearance placed in the stripper, drying her hair with intangibles while trying to observe carefully. Once again, Mira admires the way it dries fast enough to see with her eyes.

What a strange sight.

Silver hair, which was wrapped around wet and restrained from each other, regains its silky texture in a matter of seconds. If you gently swallow your hair, it will break out like powdered snow and sprinkle on your lit skin. Looking in the mirror, the girl's appearance there is very seductive, and Mira nods contentedly as she muddles her hair and hides her breasts.

"Me, sexy"

It was the moment I discovered my new self.

Then Mira unlocks the locker and takes out the bath towel. It was a very soft fabric and I enjoyed the aftertaste just after the hot water for a while, satisfied with its touch.

"Well, I haven't changed yet."

After a quick change of clothes, Acelia holds the cage aside and reappears with her voice to Mira. Wrapped around it is a pale purple yukata, and the valley, with a slight glimpse from the open co-collar, is more fantastically reflected in Mira's eyes than when she was naked.

"Uhm..., sort of."

Returning a slightly pointed glance, Mira removed her bag and took her underwear from it. Then Aselia, who saw the bag that had suddenly appeared like the magic trick, raised her voice.

"Wow, wow! This is the item box of the operator's bracelet. Fine, I want it soon."

Further, as Mira clears her bag, she uplifts her cheeks and strokes her silver shining bracelet with her hands. For Acelia, who is in C-rank, the bracelet of the top performers is now the most discerning goal.

I can't get dressed.

"Oh, sorry"

When I said that and let go of my hand, "I'll get it right away, too," Aselia, given an indicator by Mira, smiles joyfully when she holds her fist forcefully. Mira was very fond of that attitude, which spared no effort to be strong, and she did not speak up, but supported such aceria.

"Is that it? Mira doesn't wear yukata?

Aselia asks Mira, who has the usual piece from the locker.

"Well, I don't have a yukata."

When Mira looks back, Acelia rushes out of the spot. The other side is the shelf on the edge of the stripper. When I opened it up and took what was inside, I gained momentum back.

"If you're Mira, you're about the size of this."

That being said, what Acelia offered was a yukata in a gentle shade of light green.

"Can I use it on my own?

"Yeah, 'cause it's what I keep for dressing"

It is for dressing prepared by the inn and is always available in strippers, divided by size. Furthermore, aceria explains that it is prepared not only by size, but also by race, such as the Meow tribe. Mira received the yukata, admiring the matter.

(Do... I don't know how to wear it)

Sure, I came to an interesting inn, so it would be nice to wear yukata. But I didn't know how to wear Japanese costumes.

You just have to tighten your belt through your sleeve. I think so. Mira weaves her wings appropriately. The length, etc. is just as good as the acelia can see, and is only slightly worn on the back of the hand. Then, trying to close the co-collar and fasten it with the bands we received together,

"Wait a minute. The collar is the other way around."

That being said, Acelia turned to the front of Mira and began wearing it politely. Beautifully stretch the wrinkled sleeves, etc. and align the collar, making it very handy. And finally, when you tighten the belt and adjust it gently, step away and put the whole picture of Mira in its sight.

"Okay. That's it"

I smile at the prosperity of it and gently stroke Mira's head. The trick had the impression of being my sister herself, and even for Acelia it was unconscious behavior. Totally childish, but Mira didn't even pay the hand that was put on her head, she leaked out her breath wondering if it mattered to some long-suffering sensation and the distant and nostalgic serenity of Acelia.

(Doesn't work with a few things. I grew up, too)

If you finish dressing and leave the stripper, there will be souvenir shops and a table tennis table. Guests who indulged in the hot weather were spending their time doing nothing. The pale light of the lantern lights up blurredly. This is where the original world or the current reality or its boundaries make Mira feel lost in different spaces as well. In the meantime, I took a familiar one with a stick on the board that I wanted to flatten round.

(This is totally not table tennis... the owner here is definitely a former player)

I would assume that the concept of an inn, called a sum bound interior, a classic table tennis table, following the good old classics of the original world, would undoubtedly be the work of those who know it.

When Mira is impressed with how the ideas of the former players are advancing, not only in technology, but also in culture, she fully enjoys the benefits.

"Yes, Mira. This is my gratitude. This is the best place to take a bath."

Aselia, who returns from a small run from the store, offers Mira one of the bottles she said and got.

"Oh, don't keep it cold!

The bin Mira received said 'Coffee Gyu' in brown letters. This is another bath classic, too.

"Oh, what, you want to play table tennis?

Acelia narrows her eyes as if she were an eagle who found her prey when she caught her eye on the racket Mira was holding.

"No, it's not like that."

When Mira answered that, returning the racquet to the table tennis table, Acelia could lose her hegemony as soon as possible.

"Does your Lord know how to play?

"Of course. I'm pretty strong!

The acelia with the racket in her hand makes a light bare gesture. Two large mountains rock in crust fluctuations along with the sound of sharp wind cutting. Aselia smiled innocently at Mira, staring satisfied.

"Mira, have you done this before?

"Hmm, quite. But the Lord knows a lot about you. You know how to wear a yukata, and you come here well?

Table tennis in yukata and hot coffee milk, none of which was originally found in this world. However, Acelia is already familiar with the way she said she was a regular. Mira swelled her fondness for Acelia, who is familiar with the culture of her country.

"I guess I've never seen this inn before. But the Japanese-style style is common."

"Japanese-style..."

"Me, I like Japanese style. I don't know what this means, a unique emotion, it's totally calming. I know how to wear kimonos as well as yukata. My master taught me. Oh, my master is the one who taught me Japanese style."

Aselia speaking with a flamboyant look about how much she likes it. Mira becomes just a little happy with the familiarity of her culture, even though she is surprised that the culture of her country permeates it as a Japanese-style style. That's how I feel, like I've met a foreigner named 'I love Japan'.

"Come on, Mira. Let's drink while it's cold. I put my hand on my hip and drink it all the time."

Saying, acelia posing for it. And with his gaze, he urges Mira to do the same. In that pure gaze, with a bitterly stained smile, Mira takes the same attitude as Acelia's familiar pose. Her legs were shoulder-width apart with her left hand at her waist and coffee milk poured all the way down her throat.

(I don't think so...)

Mira drank sweet sweet coffee milk while feeling slight anger at the master who taught Acelia the Japanese-style style.

"Mira, too, are you taking the railroad tomorrow?

"Uh-huh, yeah."

"I knew it. Which way are you going?

"I'm not going to Alice. What do you do with a lord like that? You decided to get a shield instead of a spirit sword, didn't you?

The two share stories about the future as they dump the drunk bottle in the store's collection case. Most of the guests of the accommodation in front of the station were railway users, and Aceria was also scheduled to take flights to Osstein tomorrow. But that's based on information that there are stores where Spirit Swords are sold. After talking to Mira, Aselia decided to get the Red Ball Stone Shield instead of the Spirit Sword, and now she doesn't have to go to the store anymore.

"I've decided to go for Lunatic Lake, Solomon's knee. I've heard there's a market for attributed weapons. Maybe if we look there, we'll find him."

"Ho, was there such a place?"

Mira, who has not yet gone around looking at the capital in every corner, smiles joyfully and adds a market to one day's sightseeing.

"If I can be C-ranked, will you let me hear the rest of Mr. Solomon's story?

Just a little modest, but with the utmost thought, Acelia asked.

"Fine. Now, if you can be C-ranked, let's celebrate and teach him how to train."

"Really!? Yay! Me, good luck!

If Acelia expresses joy all over her body in a response that is more than expected, Mira nails down on the co-collar that shakes and opens wide.

"By the way, I saw that Mira is a solo traveler, right?

"Um, I guess so"

Mira answers slightly out of sight to avoid becoming unnatural. Even Mira, who has gradually gained the courage, still seems impossible to have a conversation that stays staring.

"Are you going to Alice for a favor? Is it okay if I'm alone?

Its strength can be judged by the criteria guaranteed by the Union: C rank. And we also know that Mira, who is a celestial race, is older than herself. But Acelia asks if her sister's heart is sexually stimulated and she's going to stick around.

Simply to the voice color of how worried you are. Mira is

"Don't worry. You're still young, you can't beat it."

He smiled invincibly.

"See you later!

"Um, I'll see you sometime"

Promising to communicate via the union again this time, Acelia runs away refreshed with her motivated eyes shimmering. It reminds me that there should have been a shield handling book in the depths of my luggage, to peruse it.

Mira stands in front of the landscape on the wall and stares at it as she drops off after a lively appearance.

(Where was my room...)

Because I just arrived after my buddy, so I didn't remember the directions at all. I was looking for a place called 'Between the Skies' written on the keys to the room I received.

That's how he remembers his way to the room he finds, and Mira finally walks out.

Back in the room, my buddy was in the middle of arranging a meal on the tabletop. The buddy confirms Mira's appearance,

"Welcome back. Please wait while we are ready."

"Uhm."

That's what I'm saying, I'm moving the dishes out of the basin. Mira nodded small and sat down in front of that tabletop. The vessels showing bright shades were all ceramics and beauty that even amateurs could enjoy.

Arrangements include dishes such as egg roasting in vessels and temperature-influenced pickles.

Looking at the swinging tail of his companion, Mira in her seat, a voice hung from outside the podium and the lead characters were carried. Beginning with tempura, it is arranged alongside miso soup, simmering, and white rice.

Mira jumped her chest at many of the dishes that invited her to grieve. It is also brilliant in the way it is served, and a stunning assortment of dishes that are not ashamed of the Japanese name.

"Do you need a description of the dish"

"Um, please!

When the dishes are ready on the table, a fellow Meow asks. Mira also answers immediately as flavorful. Sometimes I wonder what ingredients this world reproduces.

"Okay, here we go. Baked eggs in garden bird with smoked black tuna broth. Next door is a dish called Yamato Stewed with Frost Bison Meat in Soy Sauce, Sugar and Ginger."

The companion speaking to rap gradually gets better, details as if he had made it himself, arranges his thoughts on each dish and his restraints during cooking.

Then the fellow members of the Meow tribe, who began to get even hotter, run about things that had nothing to do with the dishes lined up. I tearfully say that the Japanese style flower-shaped, caught and fresh ship platter, is difficult in this shop far from the sea, and that the dried food is delicious, but it does not extend to living construction, more rap about fish.

When another member of the Meow clan, who has carried the food, is forced to interrupt such a

"Enjoy your stay, then. If you ring your bell after dinner, I will ask you to lower the vessel. Now if you'll excuse me."

A gracious salute in a seated position, the companions take the companions of the Meow tribe out of the sky. Shortly afterwards, from the other side of the door, I said, "How many times do I know!" "Excuse me -" his voice rang low.

At the end of Mira's eyes, said to be your bell, is adorned with a hanging axis marked Ordinary Heart and a fresh flower whose pale colour calms the mind. Beside it was a bell of the same shape that Solomon used when he called Suleiman.

Having confirmed that, Mira is currently wiping the tabletop with a cloth.

(Normal mind...! Don't bother writing on the hanging shaft!)

Masterful in vain, on some hilarious hanging axis, Mira had blown out the miso soup in her mouth.

After that, no particular problems arise, and Mira enjoys a peaceful time with her tongue drumming at the longtime Japanese food.

I suddenly add water from a metal container and enjoy the tea leaves spreading with my eyes, then pour it into a hot cup of tea with a loose look. When satisfied with the scent of tea leaves spreading through the nasal cavity, he sips and tongues out.

"Hot......"

Mira exhales in a cold, after-dinner outfit.

If you play the bell with your nails, you won't hear a sound, but it does sound, and after a while, two of my buddies earlier come to collect the vessel.

"If you're in a futon, let me lay it in the next room. Please call me at the bell when you wake up in the morning. Let me carry you breakfast."

"Um, okay"

A fellow member of the Meow tribe opens the box in the next room and shows his face. It seemed like he was getting ready for bed. Between the back, as he said, a futon was laid on the fold. A duvet with a luxurious dragon design catches my eye. She seemed comfortable sleeping for a long time.

When my buddies finished lowering their vessels and drank their second cup of tea. Mira makes a big stretch as she does her absences.

"Go to sleep."

If I squealed and stood up and opened the door to the washing of my hands, there was a Japanese potty provided there. Mira rolls up the hem of her yukata, admiring whether she will be restrained so far in Japanese style.

Mira prepared herself for bed with a toothbrush of amenities prepared for the washroom.

Once you're ready, dive into the futon and lean back, tilt your face and throw your gaze outside the embedded window of the wooden frame. I don't make one noise late at night, but only the sky blinks like a congested star, and if I meditate on my eyes, I will now be engulfed in silence. There was a slight smell of incense and my own exhalation echoed slightly in my ears.

Wrapped in a light and soft blanket and futon, Mira's exhale begins with a restful tone.