She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

seventy-eight

"Did you enjoy your railroad trip?

As Mira arrived in the office and sank herself on the couch early, Solomon said so in bright shape as she slowly sat back in the chair.

"Mm-hmm. It seemed the same at first sight, and the scenery that changed the look with the passing of time turned out to be spectacular. Those who meet each other sometimes were also overwhelmed with the vitality of living the moment. A journey is not a good thing."

Mira, remembering the moment, speaks as she thinks. Given the travel time, Mira felt that it would be quicker to fly a straight line distance in Pegasus and elsewhere, but that the railroad had a great attraction that could go beyond that. It was also a factor that was noticed to be very different from when we were traveling fastest using floating islands.

"Oh well. I wish I'd enjoyed it."

Thirty years ago at the time, remembering that he was bewildered by the sudden changes in the world, Solomon sees Mira as she wholeheartedly enjoys the world she has lived in for thirty years, and says a little lonely, but more than happy.

"Well, did you secure the example?

If it is, it is the only way to protect your place. That is what Solomon attaches the utmost importance to today. Use it to be your best friend or not. Instead, I was willing to take on everything I needed.

"Um, I've found it. But it's not what I thought it would be."

And Mira's traveling east, knowing it.

Lifting her hips off the couch, Mira placed a leather bag with wood chips for the age-specific, this assignment, in a slightly empty area on a desk scattered with documents.

Solomon, who examines it, takes out the bright, luminous wood chips, all over the moss.

"I see. It's certainly quite different from the state I thought it would be in. You wouldn't suspect me if they told you I shredded it earlier. I wonder if the boulder means" Kamigi. "

"Is something going to happen?

"Maybe. Our scholars are excellent."

When Solomon returns the wood chips, he retightens the mouth of the leather bag, answering in such a way as to be confident about the competence of the human resources and his own eyes that he has found it.

Which way, Mira had no choice but to do her duty and then throw it entirely round.

"Oh, I'll see you then. I even went to Alice's corner. I'm here to buy souvenirs."

"Oh, he really bought it for me. Like what? Like what?

The two of us go straight into the chat because the report on the assignment was completed early. Mira arranges the souvenirs she has purchased on the table in front of the couch because they cannot be placed on a desk scattered with documents. Solomon stood up to be invited and peered at the table with interest.

"Pure white peaches. Speaking of which, it was a specialty. And you bought it for a long time."

A wide variety of processed products such as jam, candy, juice, buns, tarts and candied peach cookies line up.

Food isn't the only thing I've bought. Mira takes one of them and offers it to Solomon.

"This is your souvenir."

"Heh. It's been a souvenir until now. Thank you, I'll take care of it."

It was the holy tree of the Holy Land of Alice Farius, the potted plant of Grimward. Solomon confirms the branching by placing the potted plant as it is on the table and carefully wrapping it from many aspects.

"There were a lot of them, but there were only two things that were unique and suited my eyes."

That's what I said. At Mira's disposal, there's another bonsai. Sitting at the table, watching it the same way Solomon did, the two blossomed to talk about bonsai for the time being and thrived.

Nestled in their depth, building their own world in a small bowl, the two of them occasionally deepened their rapport as a common hobby. Solomon remembered that moment, when he neither nostalgic nor moonlight, nor his former times.

Once the curtain is closed, Mira builds up a large quantity of souvenirs.

"If you have any sweets over here, please give them to those involved in the production of this garment instead."

"I see. I wondered what I would do with so many drinks. I don't mind, but I'm sure you'd be more than happy to give it directly."

"Hmm, I don't know..."

"If you go to the samurai section, the production people will probably be potato-style."

"... a little hooked on the way you say it, but, well, yeah. You have to give it to yourself."

The samurai section, a forbidden garden where only women can enter. Recently, Mira, who has grown accustomed to the treatment of her body (...) for a long time, begins to be Russian-motivated when she hears the word.

"Oh, it's good because I'm related, too."

Solomon cheeks a pure white peach bun when he grabs one of the boxes and breaks the packaging with dignity. In fact, I have Solomon and Luminaria for most of Mira's clothing material.

"Speaking of souvenirs, one more thing. There was a souvenir story."

"Is this a souvenir story other than a mission?

"Um, yeah."

Souvenir means that Mira takes one bun and then sits back on the couch when she remembers that she met Solomon just fine to talk to.

"I stopped by the inn on the road and met a man named Fan of the Lord."

"My fan? That would be an honor. So, girl?

"Um, you're such a bamboo bitch."

"How about a bang? It's hard to have a man!

Mira remembers the enchanting meat bow that almost overwhelmed her when she looked directly at it, and Solomon ties a vagina that emerges from the word in her brain, giving thought to a symbol of motherhood that a man would never be able to resist.

Big or small, it's a trivial thing for both of us, and it makes sense to both. It is the theory of the two that a man's dream is stuck regardless of his size. For the record, we are in conflict with Luminaria on this matter.

"It was definitely called Acelia. He became a holy knight by persisting in his longing for the Lord."

"Heh. That would be an honor."

Solomon sits on the couch just like Mira, happily letting the words play, reaching for the box of buns.

"But there's a problem. Imitate the Lord's style now. It looks like the Holy Knights are in trouble."

"I am now... ah. That's definitely a problem. I don't know what to say to myself, but it's a long way from a saint's example."

"Um, I thought so, too. I tried to tell you about the time your lord ran out, but apparently he liked you too much. When I started over with the shield, I said it was already fine."

"Oh well. No, thanks. I still haven't thrown away a woman's life."

To finish, two people throwing buns in their mouths.

Affordable size to cheek in one bite, mochi bun skin, pure white peach fruit to melt, they harmonize with flavorful and tongue-tasting fillings. I can't stop thinking about three or four things.

The sound of a modest knock on the office door echoed in the ears of the two people who continued the conversation with such a bun in their eyes.

"Get in."

Pour in the bun with pure white peach juice, make a voice, then Solomon says.

It was Suleiman and Luminaria who opened the door and showed their faces after the interrogation.

"That was fast. So, how'd it go?

"He was a very unresponsive opponent. The two servants didn't seem to have a great deal of manners, and when it came to Mira's raid, she told me all about it."

When he enters the office, Suleiman gives a small courtesy and then tells him the full story of the Mira raid he heard about.

The motive is unmistakable with personal grievances at the jury, as Kairos himself said, but the problem was a factor that made things swell so far.

Marquis Alphonse Berlan, father of Cairos and head of the Berlan family, is currently on a distant inspection. For this reason, the house is partitioned by the lady. And this lady is drowning about Kairos, and she tends to snort at anything her son says.

My father, the Marquis of Alphonse, has the corresponding good sense, but his toothpicker is now absent. As a result, it was even executed.

"That and the sealed junction, but apparently brought up a prototype that was stored in the warehouse of the Corps of Mages. It means it's still in place, so we sent the retrieval team."

After the story of the raid, Suleiman told me to add. When Solomon only utters one word, "Thank you," he stares at the bun and rings his throat. Before Suleiman was here, he saw his attitude as a king, so he couldn't move badly.

"The prototype was made here. Making a bond like sealing a spell is another delightful thing to do."

Mira's hand throws the bun into her mouth without worrying about Solomon. Chew thoroughly and tilt pure white peach juice. Mira loosens her cheeks for the flavor and sweetness of peaches that spread across her mouth. If you stare at Mira like that on the side, you will see Suleiman standing in such a neat position that he may even have an iron pole in his back. For Solomon, it's like being a real examiner.

"To be precise, look ahead. This is the land of magicians. If the surgery is sealed, it's deadly. Then we will understand how it works and look for ways to disable the seal. What was created in those stages of research is the prototype used this time."

When Solomon gets up off the couch as he says, he leaves the spot to sever the temptation of the bun and sits back in the chair of the concierge. There is a considerable amount of souvenirs stacked on the table. So I'm going to try to make a little mistake later.

"I see. You're doing a lot of things."

Mira shrugged so much, putting yet another bun in her mouth.

"Even if it looks like this, it's the king," Solomon replies, sharpening Slayman's eyesight. Even if it looks like this, it's the eyes that reprimand the king for not humiliating himself, etc.

"Um, so how did it go with regard to Spirit Martial Arts?

To deceive, Solomon lists the following topics: This is what Mira thinks will be the most important thing in this case.

"You were, apparently, completely under your wife's control, and none of the three of you had any idea,"

"Hmm, sure?

"Master Luminaria put his hand on it, so I was wondering if it was false."

Slayman only pales out the information obtained. Solomon convinced that it would be certain. I care what the hell you did, Mira.

Luminaria, at some point, carries the bun to the interview in her hand, as is normal next to Mira. Both Solomon and Luminaria use separate words for external use, but Sleiman's checks don't seem so rigorous against Luminaria.

"Then I'll have to ask the Marquis directly. Suleiman, keep a subpoena. Time is tomorrow at noon."

"I'm in awe"

"Oh, or one more thing. This is the example wood chip. Give it to the research team."

When Solomon offers the leather bag to his hand, which remains on the attendant's desk, Suleiman immediately walks over and checks the contents with both hands.

"Again, this seems a lot harder to figure out. Let me analyze it immediately."

Seeing the luminous wood chips all over the thick skinned moss that made the year feel, Slayman's motivation was full on the back of what the words were.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Sleiman, who had also reported the interrogation, left the room to take care of his next errand.

"That was a disaster."

Luminaria says a bottle of pure white peach juice in one hand.

"Totally troublesome. It was quite arrogant at the time we met at school, but, Lord, are you looking at the situation?

I know that Mira is also inevitable in places where people gather at school. But if you look at the attitude of Hinata, the instructor of summoning, it was seen as tyranny using it even to the position of nobility. And it's a word I thought if Luminaria saw it, she couldn't be silent.

"As far as the school is concerned, I left it to the former proxy guy"

Luminaria narrowed her eyes so that she could look away somewhere, saying so with the bun tucked away, "Because he's the only one with the research on his mind..." and went on to look at it awkwardly.

Like Summoning Tower Agent Cleos, the school has arranged inspections and policies for all disciplines of the school, which are currently the highest ranking of each tower. But when it comes to witchcraft, the Nine Wise Men are alive and well, so Luminaria should be in charge of it, but when only one protrudes, the balance of the disciplines breaks down. Luminaria said as she was so concerned that she pushed the school to her former proxy.

But its former proxy was a rooted researcher. The matter of magic department is quite taken into account, but the current situation is that it is often due to the recoil caused by the release of the proxy, and the students are not well considered.

As a result, the magician's local power is taking a leap forward due to research results, but the magician has never seen the power of a magician with dazzling eyes, and there are people who grow up like Kairos.

"Cleos kept his face on frequent occasions. We walked together, but at that time the campus seemed tight. Will a kid named Kairos lose his leg in this case? Then another bunch of lads who had their heads suppressed might come up. You can't leave it to the Lord, but sometimes you have to show your face."

Mira takes the example of when she was walking on campus with Hinata, Cleos and Amaratte and thinks of the attitude of the students who pay tribute to the two proxies and the eyes of the child's upright envy. Respectable people, target people beside them, getting into the eyes, that's all that's energizing enough. As a student, Mira, with similar experiences, remembers the emotions of those days and gives a different, teachy, somewhere parent-like look at the child's back than the words she spoke.

"Well, after what happened. If that's what you say, why don't we go next time?"

"Regularly. Bye."

When Luminaria swallows the bun, she casually speaks of whether to inspect it in anticipation of the school changes that will be happening. However, it is important that these things continue. When Mira added one last word about it, she said, "Okay, okay," and Luminaria was made to promise before King Solomon.

"What's going on at school? I only know it on the papers, too. [M] Shall I come with you next time?"

Solomon tells Luminaria to hitch a ride as he reaches for the bun.

"That's good. Some things you can tell by looking directly at them."

Mira nods that it's a good thing too, remembering what happened on the tour again. But if the King and the Nine Wise Men visited together, they didn't even realize what kind of noise it would be. That's another story, though.

"Speaking of which, it wasn't the cause of this in the first place, but what about that jury? The only thing that seemed useful in action was to count."

Recap the first cause of the raid, the jury's performance match. Mira remembers that there were few practical techniques in the fight against demons. I wondered if that was the current fashion, but Solomon and Luminaria face to shoulder.

"That jury doesn't involve the state in the first place, does it? Teachers began responding to the voices of some of the most powerful people who rarely touched the technique."

"Well, then you changed shape a few times, and now it's time for the presentations of the students. The purpose is to make it easy for the powerful to understand what art is. A place to demonstrate students' ideas, flexibility, and teachers' educational abilities. Well, in such a fashion, there was an implicit rule that proxies with their own directions would not speak out."

Following Solomon, Luminaria talks about the status quo. At first it was so much a bare gesture that I didn't care about when it came to school, but I would still care about that, I knew the facts of the jury.

"Is that what happened?"

No matter how many proxies arrange for school policies, etc., discretion is left to teachers. Schools are in a position for teachers to learn again. The normal jury was one that saw such growth as well as a place to test the ingenuity of the surgery.

"Well, I feel like I've been doing too much for the boulders lately. It was also the mastermind in this case who was accelerating it. It'll calm you down in a while."

With that said, Luminaria begins to open a new box of pure white peach buns. Solomon is also waiting to be opened. If you liked it so much, Mira smiled somewhere and scratched the bun at the top of the opening.

Speaking of which, this is your souvenir.

The three of them enjoyed a friendly line of buns on the couch. Mira takes the statue of the goddess of mercy from the souvenirs piled on the table and hands it to Luminaria.

"Oh, thank you. That's a lot different than before, isn't it? But it's exquisitely made.... White."

Luminaria admires the detailed creation that spins around the statue and peeks into the artisan restraints. And when they glanced at each other, they nodded at each other.

"Oh, speaking of which, I got some information from Leonil. Looks like you regretted getting ahead of me after all. It was very interesting."

"Ho ho. That bothers me."

Solomon, who was drinking up pure white peach juice and seemed satisfied, lifts his hips off the couch and picks up some of the cluttered paperwork on the butler's desk. That's a report from Leonil.

"Everything says that some of the adventurers could have been identified as having something to do with Chimera Clozen. So, he investigated the trend, and he said he found something in common that bothered him."

When Solomon rolls the reports one by one, he tells them as he double-checks the information.

The relationship between adventurer and chimeric closen. That can also be said to be the information obtained because he is Leonil, the head of the union of magicians. Otherwise it is a gift of abuse of authority.

"What do we have in common?

"Yeah, apparently all the adventurers I could identify have been here lately and applied for permits for a certain dungeon over and over again. So, the dungeon is three things: the castle fortress of the balance, the library of the guards, and the phantom corridor."

"Hmm, it's not a place I've been several times. But what kind of errands are there in those three places? As far as I can remember, there doesn't seem to be any connection."

Three dungeons presented by Solomon. They are all difficulty classified as advanced, and Mira was once a place to visit for a variety of reasons. Therefore, although I knew what kind of place it was, I had no idea what those three things had in common. It is also possible that the relationship with Chimera Clozen is individual, but there is no spiritual abode in that dungeon.

"You didn't read much history or literature. That was nature. Actually, these three things connect in the past. Well, Leonil's for sale. He also looked into the area. Looks like you've inspired me a lot."

To put it that way, Solomon seems like a child on the outside, but somewhere with an agreed adult-inclusive look, he drops his eyes on the material and laughs more. You've done more than you'd expect and you seem happy.

"And what's that connection?

As always, Mira urges him to continue, grinning bitterly at Solomon's condition. Does Luminaria already know or was fishing for a pile of souvenirs that Mira had purchased?

"First of all, it's a castle fortress in the balance, but you know what a duel land the ancients fought against the demons' kings, right?

"I forgot what time it was, but I heard that on some quest."

"Apparently, at the time of this showdown, the literature says the spirits were helping the ancients."

"Ho ho. Wherefore will the Spirit appear?"

Literature about history. Mira saw them scattered around the world as one of the colors of the world. It is only a perception of a set past event, such information. But now, those backgrounds are gaining definite contours to shape the world. This is another moment when Mira's knowing reality is coloured.

"So it was Symbiosanctius, the Spirit King, who led those spirits during the showdown. Oh, my God, he showed up at the castle fortress on the scale and waved command."

"This is the Spirit King again. A big man has come out."

In history, that showdown closes with a victory on the part of the ancients. However, little detail was given about the Spirit King.

"Next, the armored library. This is where there's a lot of literature and material left about the ancients. So, of course, with regard to the showdown I just said"

"Um, that's right. If you look, you'll find him."

A man-proof library. It is a huge dungeon that runs deep underground, a place where guardians roam to protect the literature contained. And there, all of history is supposedly preserved until now. Of course, not just history, but all sorts of knowledge together. However, the key library and dungeon parts are separated, requiring a special permit to enter the library.

"So, the phantom corridor at the end. I'm guessing this is not the dungeon itself, but beyond."

"Beyond the Phantom Corridor? What was that? I feel like a stone circle."

The landscape that floated in Mira's last visit, trying to trace her memories quite a while back, reminds me only of the stone towers arranged to draw the most characteristic circles.

"It's an ancient ring gate. And where they say it leads to the Spirit Palace."

"Did that mean something"

The purpose of Mira's visit to the place was to crusade the mutant species of elemental eaters that nest there. But if you think about it after listening, you can see why there was an elemental eater preying on the Spirit in a place where there was nothing like that.

"Based on the Chimera Clozen trends in this information, Leonil came up with some interesting answers."

When Solomon closed the material in his hand and put it back on the desk, he continued the next sentence somewhat harder than before.

"The next target of Chimera Clozen is the Spirit King."