She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Sixty-five

"May I collect the ticket?"

One of the attendants spoke to the girl who had no sign of coming back from her own body odor check. So when Mira finally realizes a person, when she looks up, she hands her stamped ticket without looking at each other.

(I didn't know there was such an attendant... I may have seemed perverted...)

"Thank you for your use. Left and right vehicles, do you want?

"No, what's the difference?

"Yes, the left vehicle has many magnificent mountain ranges and the right vehicle can enjoy spectacular views leading up to the other side"

"I see. I see."

When he floats a continental diagram he remembers in his brain and convinces himself, Mira replies, "In a right vehicle". There was no reason there, just somehow picked the right.

"I'm in awe. Now let me show you to your room"

"Uhm."

Guided by an attendant with a sales smile affixed to his face, Mira ascends the stairs with stunning marble hues.

What a luxury this is again.

Mira, recovering from shame, let her gaze through the first class car again.

The walls are as unclean white as the skin of a toddler, with no conditioning found but instead a finely crafted lamp flashing to the back, and the carpet laid in the aisle stained with vibrant red as if the rose had been laid. It is no less thorough than the royal castle.

"This will be your room"

"Um, thank you for your hard work"

If you are guided through the hallway to the door where the wood has floated, the attendant will open the door with a dedicated card key and your hand will remain inviting.

Mira nodded small and stepped into the room to be invited.

"The top floor of the first class is the playroom. In addition to playing, there is also the dining room, so please call me anytime you need me. All right, take your time."

There was a door closing behind me with a polite and calm voice. But Mira smiles at the sight that spreads in front of her when she doesn't hear anything like that in her ear.

"A boulder, not a first!

The first thing that caught my eye was a big outlook as if I had taken one side of the wall away. Overlooking everything from the sky to the station's home, even while driving, that would be one of the great cinemas with spectacular views.

The interior is also well appointed, with heavy tables set up on leather sofas such as those found in Solomon's office at the window.

If Mira took her gaze off to the side, there was another door, where she washed her hands. It's so brilliant that I don't think it's equipped with a train.

Grasp that the table is equipped with a familiar bell to call the attendant.

When Mira put the Tabernacle lunch box on the table, which she held dear, she washed her hands and began to check the room in earnest.

The shelves are equipped with a number of beverages, all for a different price, but the corresponding items line up. However, because Mira does not have knowledge of the area, it was decided that it would be like the event price, which is commonly referred to.

In addition to that, the shelves are equipped with railway documents such as price lists and road maps, famous stories and scriptures.

After completing the entire confirmation, Mira sits on the couch and removes the Tabernacle lunch from the paper bag. But there he stopped his hand and turned his gaze towards the window.

(Again, it would be better to watch the flowing scenery...)

With that in mind, Mira puts her lunch box on the table and opens the menu, confirming the time to departure.

"Thirty minutes..."

It was just a delicate time to wait, and Mira opened the item section trying to drink an apple ole to forgive her slightly painful abdomen.

"No, this is"

A small package in the appropriate location in the item field enters the first. That's what Amaratte gave me before we left.

Mira, who has never even left the car, takes out the small package with me and puts her hands on the packaging.

"What does he want from me..."

Coming out of the open wrapper was a pair of pants that looked slightly transparent on the other side, a total lace camisole with cups and black adult underwear aligned with a garter belt on the knee socks.

After paranoid delusions about herself wearing subtly to its luscious design, Mira, re-sealed with wrapper paper, tucked it into a corner of the item box to hide it.

Then, instead of doing anything, just looking down at the platform and watching Cedric and the others get on board for a while, the sound of the bell, which I'm so used to hearing, rings and the broadcast begins.

"Left circulation line, we will depart. Please hold onto nearby handrails as it will shake. I repeat... '

At the end of the broadcast, the bell sounds abruptly as it rings all over town on the platform. In addition, the noise is beaten and the whistle raises its voice high to inform the departure.

The rhythm is engraved as a cylinder pushed up by enormous steam sings, and the decoy and body shift from still to moving. The wheels that are going up are modulated from Andante and tempered eventually to Presto. With a pleasant tone in his ear, Mira looked at the city flowing from a high point of view.

(The diagram looks stupid, but it's surprisingly fast.)

The train travels on the rails at speeds that are unimaginable in their apparent size. Immediately below what I could see through the window instantly flowed backwards invisible.

Reflecting the silver side backwards in a few minutes, the train quickly flew out into a natural overflowing area. The neighborhood of the rail is tidy and manageable at the hands of men, but if it comes off slightly, it's still demonic and animal space. The body is specially machined (...) as an animal shelter, so that while driving, it roars louder wind-cut noises than just running. By the side, it would be seen as a giant iron beast.

Mira's vision clearly sees the blue-green boundary, unlimited clear skies float with starchy white, and the earth's canvases stretching all the way to the other side are filled with stunningly rich colors.

Occasionally, Mira finally took the Tabernacle Lunchbox as she followed with her eyes the birds going up into the sky.

"What a moment."

With a caged grin, Mira opens its upper lid. The fragrance that was trapped in the moment spread across the nasal cavity, making an unexpected noise.

I finally put on a lunch box at the shogunate while enjoying the view I want out the window with faces like that.

Mira's movements stopped when she chewed the side meal with white rice in her mouth and reached for a drink.

"I don't think Apple Ole would fit!

Apple ole, a dish in which the sourness of the apple dissolves reasonably well and the sweetness of honey and milk is harmonious. I usually didn't care about eating and drinking each other, Mira, but this time it just makes me pay attention. Because that's all I was looking forward to.

While regretting forgetting to buy tea at the station, Mira stands up with Apple Ole in her hand once, but resting it as it is.

(There was a lot of equipment. I wish I had tea.)

Mira heads to the shelf remembering the beverage that had been placed for a different fee. The paid beverage shelves were large, and the bins lined up there decorated the shelves as if they were mosaics.

"Hmmm......"

I searched all the way for Mira, but I couldn't find any tea, and on the contrary, I only kept alcohol there. Mira thinks about it a little bit and takes some more than Apple Ole and Ale and a glass of wine. I checked the price list and put a piece of silver coin in the tray and went back to the table.

Speaking of which, it's the first booze I've had since I've been in this world.

Mira thought so while pouring ale into the glass, toasting by herself when she raised the glass to no one, enjoying the scenery and the lunch box in the dishes.

'Soon our train will arrive at Riverfall Station. Please be careful not to forget. "

"Nooo..."

The girl, who fell asleep on the couch, wakes up fluttered to wake up and lift herself up with the voice of the in-car broadcast.

"What voice..."

Dyed peachy cheeks, Mira turns her gaze out the window thinking without obtaining the lucidity of falling asleep. There was a figure of itself floating in the universe illuminated by slight lights, and further behind it was anointed with darkness like ink poured.

The train that travels through the darkness without a moon or star will soon slow down and arrive at the next station.

'Thank you for boarding. The next left circulation line is scheduled to depart tomorrow morning at 9: 00 a.m.'

Mira, who has no baggage in particular, turns her gaze to the home under her eyes as she listens to the in-car broadcast as she quickly cleans out the three empty bottles. Even on the twilight night of the day, the place was bright as if the light of day had subsided, and Mira also stood up and stepped off the train as she dropped off the backs of the passengers proceeding there.

As you head out through the station campus, you'll see a square that's a little bigger than Silverside. Countless inns were also disturbed here in front of the station, and inns were also seen with bizarre signs to make them stand out at all.

"I don't know where to stay today!

Once overflowing from the train out into the square, they scatter from there to the people in search of accommodation. Mira fluttered into it without retightening her loose cheeks.

About twenty minutes after I started searching for accommodation. Mira checks into the inn that there is a theater.

The main theatre was adjacent to the dining room, an inn with a slightly more grown-up atmosphere where you can enjoy a meal and watch the play.

There's a stage up on the edge of the dining room that reminds me of some classic party venue, where every night, a play is played.

Mira chose this inn to play today because it's a story about the Nine Wise Men. I was concerned about how I was conveying it.

Mira was currently sitting in a seat near the center of the dining room, waiting now or now for the play to begin.

When passenger seats also begin to fill and the vacant seats become less prominent, the field gradually begins to quiet down.

After a while, when the meal was carried, the lights that had filled the dining room moved to the stage to be sucked in, and the applause boiled simultaneously.

"Retrospectively, more than thirty years ago, the persecuted magicians were living in a single country. This is the story of the heroes who will be treated with reverence and awe in the world to come."

In a discouraged narrative, a squandering voice tightens the scene at once. The curtain rose so that when the performance began, as if it were coming in, it was pushed up to a full note, and the young man wearing the king's costume and the men wearing the nine robes stood dignified on stage.

"Do you still want to attack me? Then intercept. This battle will be an outpost that will blow our country's name all over the continent. Let me show you the power of a magician."

"As Our King Will."

The king's young man narrows his eyes sharply and waves through his right hand. The nine men answering with their voices together praise each other with their right hands resting on their chests. Courtesy of the military ceremony of the Kingdom of Alkite.

This performance was a play about the first battle of the Alkaite kingdom, the Elderward defense battle, which made the name of the Nine Wise Men known all over the continent. This first act then unfolds in a setting where the King and the later Nine Wise Men will tour the planning and conspiracy of the operation as they challenge the first battle.

Mira watched the stage in an exhilarating mood as she stuck the meat into the slices.

(Though Solomon's words were never so grand when the first war was declared!)

The actual words of Solomon are, "Wow, it looks like it's gonna happen after all. What should I do? They're all working hard, but I guess the front lines are tough with all the magicians? Soldiers don't grow up much either, uh-huh."

(Hmmm, I didn't expect that military ceremony to come out to the play... this is what young people are all about...)

Furthermore, the tribute of the Nine was set in momentum by the upbeat members when they won this Elder Word defense battle, so it still has no shape at this time.

Nevertheless, there is no reason to know the area unless it is a party. Mira enjoyed the stage in a pleasant way, as it was the flair of the play to bury it in her imagination.

The play goes on to play one of the showcases of Act IV, a scene in which Dumblrf's Holly Knight maintains the front line and Luminaria rains flames more than the rear, showing off the power of the most sorcerer during the defensive battle.

(Me, cool!)

Performed with artwork and music developed for the stage, it is a sweat-gripping development in the hands, cheering from the surrounding guests as well. But more than that, Mira was paying attention to the performer as Dumblrf. I wonder if the age was a little over the age of old, it's a style such as veteran and it fits beautifully. Every step of the way was grand and played the role of a truly skilled magician. That would be no exaggeration to say that it is more like Mira than it was Dumblrf.

Mira cheers for the act as Dumblrf. The performer then returns his gaze to Mira subtly so as to respond to his voice. It is truly a stunning stream coming from Pierced Loch's margin and accumulated experience.

Speaking of which, Mira had tilted her glass in an upbeat mood saying she had seen the man's ideal image twice today.

The play closes with a round of applause. In the dining room back in the light, Mira cheeked the dessert cake with a full grin.

On stage, the orchestra, which has celebrated the play, now plays a song as gentle as a stream of water. That leaves a hot, uplifting finish to the last scene, while soothing it.

And after eating the cake, Mira frowned when she wore an empty glass, instead taking out the apple ole and sipping it down.

"Nooo... I did"

Mira remembers that the stock is small as she stares at the empty bottle of Apple Ole with her lips pointy. Then as I stood up with my hands on the table, I leaned over to the counter in the dining room and spoke to the cook there.

"I was just wondering if you're dealing with the Apple Ole in these bins here?

With that said, Mira puts the Apple Ole bottle I drank earlier on the counter. After a rushing time, when one woman, who was dedicated to washing things, turned her face to Mira's voice, she ran over after only a little confusion in her expression.

"Are you okay?

"No?"

"My face is red for a long time, but is it also a fever?

The woman claps her hands on Mira's forehead worryingly. But I don't feel particularly hot and tilt my neck.

"I am very healthy. Don't you have any more apples than that?

"I don't know if Apple Ole handles it. But around here, sweet berries are delicious."

"Well, are you selling that in a bin? How many?

Slightly more vocal than usual, Mira pokes at the woman as she takes the bottle in her hand.

The woman finally figured out the cause to Mira, who changed her temple and expression with a red face.

Oh, he said he was drunk.

"You're selling out, but you're selling out for today. But if the bottle comes in tomorrow morning, I'll sell it for two hundred riffs a bottle, so I can take it. What do we do?"

The woman speaks gently to a girl who is not as cute as being nauseous. Mira opens the Items section and checks her Apple Ole inventory before looking up.

"Okay, twenty, please"

"Yes, twenty. Then come and pick it up tomorrow."

"Uhm!"

Mira returned to her room when she finished ordering the sweet berry ole to replace Apple ole. The woman wrote twenty sweet berries ole on the order slip.

The room you are staying in today is a very mediocre but simple interior.

Returning Mira heads straight to the prep shower, undressing and scattering her clothes and showering water from her head.

Mira, who was more exhilarating than usual because of her drunkenness, smiled sweetly at herself in the mirror, playing for a while at night before falling asleep.

Early in the morning, the broadcast of railway operational information about leaving in an hour will flow, and Mira wakes up to be knocked half way up. When I get out of bed without a wrap, I clearly recognize the aftermath of the sound of my dreams, with a mind that seems to have floated in heat but is drunk out.

"An hour..."

Mira retrieved her undressed and scattered clothes when she shrugged so, and took her changed underwear from her bag.

Mira, who is in good hands, goes down the stairs and on her feet to the dining room.

Then it was turned into a battlefield. Most of the people in the cafeteria are railroad passengers, and they wake up and kill themselves in the cafeteria, just like Mira.

Mira received twenty sweet berries ole she had ordered by giving the counter a line of four thousand riffs along with breakfast.

We have twenty minutes left to leave. Sewing waves of people going endlessly in front of the station, after checking out, Mira heads to the station.

(crowded)

Riverfall Station was wider than Silverside and was divided into multiple blocks, with souvenir shops connecting near the entrance and exit. While making sure the little Mira gets rubbed, look for the store that sells the station valves.

Then he found the campus swinging in the hustle and bustle, and managed to buy a chestnut wow meal and green tea and rushed to the home.

Unlike the economy class, which passengers still play, the first class is quite calm. Mira, who was able to board with five minutes left, gives her the ticket before one of the attendants lined up in the car tells her.

"Thank you for using today. There are left and right vehicles, do you want one?

"Well, let's make it to the left."

"I'm in awe. Let me show you to your room."

It's only the second time, but Mira answers that she's not used to it anymore. The attendants smiled and dropped him off.

From the left vehicle an unmanned home could be identified behind a wide rail. Unlike first class, it's a stone building with intact shades. It's a massive but qualitative space, and it's not hard to make people imagine that's all they could be overflowing with in time.

The location is the home for the right circulation line. The rail laid in front was as thick as a round too, which also seemed to represent the strength of the train boarding.

(If it's as big as this, then the foundation will be the same.)

A different view of the waiting time than yesterday, Mira softened her time to departure as she followed with her eyes the figure of the station crew who occasionally visit the deserted home for work.

Less than five hours after the train departs from Riverfall, it arrives at the next station, Veloche City. The parking time was an hour, which seemed long but short to visit the campus, during which time Mira wrapped the books lined up on the bookshelf, for her hands, all over the place.

(Ho, the Station City Inn feature? It's not a trip around the corner, it's nice to see a good place to stay.)

Think so On my way back to the couch with the book in my hand, the knocking on the door sounds small. Mira, who was just in front of her, opened the door and there stood the attendant who had guided her to the room.

"Excuse me. You have arrived in Veloche City, do you wish to board the next station?

"Um, I don't plan on... oh well"

Mira remembers when she bought the ticket as she answered. Tickets are for one station at a time, and you'll need one more to get to the next.

"I have a ticket, but do I have to get it out and press the mark once?

first class ticket out of the waist porch. When Mira asks,

"No, if you have it, you can keep it here."

The attendant replied so gently. Mira, who takes that word and gives her a ticket saying, "Now, please go to the next station".

Have a good trip.

As the attendant walks away in a courtesy, Mira spreads the book with herself on the couch and begins to look for a place to stay that suits her tastes at the next station street.

Eventually, the train set off, and two days later, Mira descended into the land of the Holy Nation of Alice Farius.