She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

seventy-nine

"It's an incredible story for Russia."

When it comes to magicians, there is a connection to the Spirit, and if you are also the Nine Wise Men, the culmination of it, you naturally know how much it exists.

Symbiosanctius, King of the Spirit. Its power is also said to be imminent in God, and in fact, the power dissipated from existence itself will have a great impact on the surroundings in this world. For this reason, we are usually in a dislocated space, a place called the Spirit Palace.

"I thought so at first, too. Atlantis, who fought and sold to the Three Divine Kingdoms, who were said to have one scale of God's power, is that one scale alone. I wonder how a man can make a spiritual king who approaches God himself."

Atlantis, with a number of generals comparable to the Nine Wise Men, is one of the players' countries of interest, with military power and territory, both of which are the largest. But even with all its national power, it has lost a great deal by touching the power of God in the Grimdart Empire, the corner of the Three Kingdoms.

As Luminaria put it, history had proven that the power of the Spirit King was compared to God himself, not to one scale, and that he was not the opponent to be managed with pure force.

"Well, you are. Even though it's reckless enough to get your hands on the Spirit already, I wonder if the idea can come to mind of targeting the Spirit King if you normally think about it. But the other guy is such a successful reckless chimeric closen. Maybe there's a way to deal with the Spirit King."

Solomon sinks deeply into his leather chair, wrinkles between his brows, arms around him, and stares at the material on the desk. Because one of the reports in it, the statement about the castle fortress in the balance, contained hints of how to do it.

The Spirit King who, if manifested, will have an immeasurable impact on his surroundings. If so, how could he have commanded in the castle fortress of the balance, he would have arrived at the fact that a special command room had been set aside to contain its effects. If we untie that mechanism, we may be able to convert it into a cage that suppresses the Spirit King himself. That much inference was written in Leonil's dossier.

"They talk about cautious people turning to retreat early when they know it's unfavourable. If it does work, I'm sure it's in anticipation of the odds."

"According to some materials, it is possible that the cage that locks even the Spirit King is at the research stage or around where the prospect of development stands. Parallel to that, I think we're looking for a way to get to the Spirit Palace."

"If we succeed and become able to use the power of the Spirit King, will it be the birth of the Three Kingdoms or more? I can't watch."

Solomon sums up all the information and concisely guesses the status quo, assuming that Chimera Clozen is after the Spirit King.

"I'm tired, maybe, but you're a little restless to leave me alone."

"Um, I guess so"

So far, the story is just a lid that I deduced from the circumstances after all. But even if it were a little, it wouldn't be something you could look at. Mira nods naturally. Lifting slightly up the end of his mouth, Solomon confirms it and pulls the booth shelf, he takes a single letter out of it. It was a fine envelope and the wax was firmly pressed.

When Solomon stood up with the letter in his hand, he gently leaned over to Mira's side and placed his hands on her shoulder, turning a clear, easy-to-understand making smile.

"If you do plan to, your next destination was the home of the Fifty Bells Federation, right? So give this to the top of the Fifty Bells League and ask them to help you."

"I guess that's how it comes..."

In order to deal with Chimera Clozen, which also works extensively in relation to adventurers, we need not only information, but also manpower. And the most likely opponent would naturally be the hostile organization, the Fifty Bells League.

It is not certain how far this organisation is grasping information, but the information obtained from the abuse of the powers of the President of the Union should be quite a handicraft. If we get this far, it would be more convenient to have a formal cooperation relationship. With that in mind, Solomon wrote a formal letter stating that he was willing to cooperate with Chimera Clozen.

I chose Mira as my envoy to deliver the letter. Mira, who is already familiar with some of the members and has references, would be the best person. Mira herself was aware of that, so she received the seal whispering "I don't have time to rest".

"But, you know, I have some good news. On the road to the Four Seasons Forest, but what a special order wagon for you was completed yesterday - Yes, applause."

That's what I said, Solomon hitting his hand with his pussy and alone. Speaking of wagons, this is the bird version of the so-called carriage that Cleos sent to the garuda he summoned to fly. Instead of rewarding special assignments, we started to create them, and they are a substitute for getting well on the design stage and getting a lot of specials.

"You finally did it!

Sure, that's good news, and Mira jumped all the way out of a position that was totally weak and close to letting her sleep, with a delightful look that suited her appearance.

"A wagon - and that or that flying one. Nice, nice, the servant magician."

Luminaria remembers Cleos' wagon, which comes down to the castle from time to time, scratching her hand into Mira's hair with sincere jealousy.

"That's good, that's good"

When Mira said, she said back to Luminaria with a grand grin that she didn't mean to harass her like that, but that she could afford the winner.

Service.In other words, it is one of the classifications of magicians who can create and summon existence. Led by the Summoner, the Necromancer and the Yin Yang Magician also have a classification of service. And now that we're free from the shackles of this service system, we're showing a lot of diversity. One of them is a wagon. Especially if the Necromancer masters the formation of a fast legged golem, he gets a cost effective means of travel that unlike the carriage the horse tows, all he needs is the mana to consume. Therefore, the convenience of the service system is exceptionally high at present.

"Ah. Make me a magic ride, too."

When Mira lets go with a small poke in her head, Luminaria falls asleep on the couch shaking her red hair to rot infidelly. You look like a noisy, tired waste. But the thrown luscious limb cannot fit into a child's frame.

"Of which, hey, of which -"

Solomon responds raw, combing Mira's hair scattered. Most sorceries with a large fire attack system do not have a moderate technique that can be diverted to vehicles. It has also been discussed that steam engines with such heavy firepower still seem to have low priority.

"You want to see it?

When she finishes finishing Mira's hair, does the wagon do the extra good, Solomon says somewhere proudly up the end of her mouth.

"Of course not."

From that appearance, Mira just rises to the point that she deserves to inflate her expectations.

"That sounds interesting. I'm coming too."

A little late and Luminaria gets up, too, saying so.

When Mira started collecting the rest of her souvenirs because of the move, Solomon looked to her regrettably.

Mira's bespoke wagons are stored in a carriage warehouse. The hallway to the warehouse with Solomon leading the way that explained it. One magician, wrapped in a blue robe, turns to the three Miras with a seemingly unfortunate look with his mouth bent to the letter Heh. Then at the same time, Luminaria leaked her voice "lol".

"Dear Luminaria, I finally found it!

A magician woman coming straight down the hallway with her big crotch while teasing her shoulders. I have the impression that the slightly suspended eye end looks serious, but now it is narrowed even sharper in a grumpy way, with obvious anger.

"What's wrong?

Coming to the front of the three, a sorceress taking a courtesy of the military ceremony. Solomon asks in such a hurry that the sorceress now bows her head and opens her tease.

"Excuse me, Master Solomon. Today is a group training day for us, the Corps of Magicians, and if it weren't for our mentor, Master Luminaria, we wouldn't be able to start that training and look for it."

"Speaking of which, there was an application for use."

Solomon recalls that some of the documents he processed in large quantities were marked to allow the use of special training sites where large units were trained. I lost sight of when the day was, but if I glanced at the luminaria behind me wondering if it was today, the person in question leaked one sigh with a seemingly heartfelt look.

"Is Master Luminaria on any special business? If so, I will look for Joachim."

With the king and Mira, the central figure of recent rumors, Luminaria was also a sorceress who wondered if some sort of rush could have been made. But naturally, future errands are not enough reason to break a promise.

"After this, it's like a little hobby. I don't mind."

Mira says so and shows with her eyes that go to Luminaria.

"Right. Take him with you."

That's what Solomon says, and he sneezes his jaw and urges him to go.

"Yeah, I get it. You should just go."

Luminaria answers so unfaithfully rotten and then whispers in Mira's ear, "Next time, let me ride you too," turning her hand around the sorcerer's shoulder and leaving freshly.

"How busy you are."

"You know what, you're doing great. It's going to be easier if you find someone."

"I don't care if you say so. So far, there's nothing but subtle information about Seoul and Kagra... and speaking of which, I've heard one rumor."

Gradually lowering the hand hung on the shoulder of the sorceress, Mira remembers the abbey story she heard from the bard Emilio as she stared bitterly at Luminaria, who began gently stroking her lower body.

"Heh, what rumors?

Solomon drops off the sorceress who leans on the luminaria as she does not seem to be full. "Okay?" He showed Mira his cute face in a tannic color and asked, "That doesn't have any unexpected negative effects," he sidelined. Mira shrugged, "As long as I envy you," and then told her about two lovers, Emilio and Liana, in an incredible amount of jealousy.

"Speaking of like her, does it? But you don't know where it is, do you?

"Well, it's not just a small village with no name in the northeast of Grimdart."

"It's quite a long way. I don't care if you check it out, it's gonna be tough."

Even Northeast Grimdart would have difficulty finding it if it were vast and had no further name. In addition, the search for wise men is a state secret, and it's also a question of who can move them and why they're looking for such a small village. Though Solomon says, he troubles his mind as to what is wrong with him.

"If I ever get anywhere near you, I'll try to find you."

Guess what, Mira also mentioned that she would look into it herself.

Proceeding down the hallway and down the stairs, stopping in front of the door of destination, the story ends there as well.

Carriage warehouses are located one to the west and one to the east of the Royal Castle, one to the west for aristocracy and one to the east for military general use. And what Mira and the others visited was a warehouse on the west side.

Direct access from the castle is just the border between the workplace and the warehouse where repairs, renovations and developments are carried out. Wide and durable stone construction, with occasional non-carriage-related work.

Currently, there are only a few luxurious carriages in repair.

"This is Dear Solomon. And if so, is Mira better there?"

A lounge and control room are provided beside the direct door and at the end of the eyes and nose. When the administrator, who suddenly appears in the figure of the king, with his western carriage warehouse and stables, jumps out of its control room and kneels, he mentions the girl's name at first sight from the characteristics he was hearing.

"Yes, it's Mira, Dumbleff's apprentice."

"Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."

"I'm the vehicle manager, my name is Doug. Best regards,"

Speaking in a wild, shellfish voice, the Administrator is a magnificent Galidian. Good enough to appear muscularly active, shallow black skin enhances it healthier. They are also only large wearing apron-shaped work clothes and their upper body is bare.

Doug was about as tall as Mira, even in his kneeling position, his face visible in the front was painted on a red and black beard, and despite the fact that the hair was beautifully shaved up, his expression seemed very gentle, and he looked like a laughing masterpiece.

"If Mira is with you, is that a revelation?"

A bespoke wagon just completed the other day. It is the work of the craftsmen in their souls, and Doug's confident eyes sparkle.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry to break. Will you put it on the table?"

"I'm in awe. immediately."

When he stood up and thanked him, Doug shouted at the other workers and roared his muscles toward the warehouse. On the back of that big, tough guy, there seemed to be some similar pleasure living with the kid somewhere.

People tell people stories, and in no time the workplace starts to be as busy as it was on fire. Work equipment and tools are transported to the corner by the hand of a person to ensure a wide space in the center. And when the voice of the signal sounds, the main door of the warehouse opens, and a white wagon towed by the workers shows itself.

Four metal wheels were mounted on sides like a triangle mounted on a rectangular tip. The car height is high but the door handle is low and the mira is in a position to reach without difficulty. The overall impression, while basic, was somewhere reminiscent of an armored car.

"Okay, I'm Doug. Explain it to him."

"I'm in awe"

A dozen muddy, bitter and bloody men line up next to a wagon with their chests stretched with a grin that just said how everyone was doing. With the reply, Doug, the earlier administrator from among the men, speaks of the restraints regarding the characteristics and creation of the wagon.

The voice color bounced with pleasure, and I could see the artisans were involved in wagon making.

Doug's description begins with the pillar for flying or towing, which is the main function of the wagon. And it develops into a technical restraint due to its externally installed storage drying rod, as well as its full airtightness and ventilation port and reduced vibration caused by springs planted on the axle. Even more easily processed, lightweight, temperature-resistant mislium alloy, which has recently spread as a building material, is used as a frame, but the pillar that the summons will grasp directly is made of an alloy that focuses on strength? They even talk about professional things.

In its detention, its knowledge as an artisan and, above all, the passion of an artisanal temperament man, Mira was also drawn to Doug's explanation at some point. I guess that was also because there were many parts of it that I could empathize with.

"Go ahead, take a look inside"

Speaking up the description and details of the part you can grasp from the outside, Doug lets the door of the wagon open backwards, just saying it's finally the real deal.

"Um, I wonder how much it is"

Mira, with Doug's fever infected, also answers with the intention of becoming a frightened artisan, peeking inside through the open door.

Mixed with a newly constructed, unidentified, inorganic air, the scent of Igsa, powerful and somewhere nostalgic, spread across Mira's nasal cavity.

Inside the wagon, there was a splendid Japanese-style room as ordered. Immediately after entering, there is a small black stone rise, with large windows fitted in the front that are likely to fully capture the light of day. And in front of it, a classic Japanese room in which Mira was most restrained, a torch hung with a tang grass patterned futon, was prestigiously installed, with a planting pot that was not Micah on top, but that was wooded with countless leaves.

"This is more than I ever imagined."

Mira had the illusion for a moment, as if she had come back to Japan through the door, mouthing what she purely thought. Hearing the words, several craftsmen shone their expressions and held their fists and said, "Okay!," he shouted small. Looks like the ones who worked on the interior of the wagon.

Mira takes off her shoes, raises her white, thin legs that zero out of the hem of her skirt, and folds her first step on a tatami. Soft and stiff, it's a familiar tatami elastic. And when you also wear the other foot, you look around gently in the wagon.

On the side of the torch is a tinted seat. Behind it is an embossed bamboo with pale shades of flowers. On the other side of it, the leading part is provided with a small door. The wagon is a structure that can also be towed as a carriage, and it is a door that leads to your podium.

Mira, who was restlessly and slightly glancing in the wagon, opens a push that remained in her sight. The storage was divided into upper and lower bunks, which were empty at the top, but a folded futon was pushed in at the bottom.

"Oh, in the futon. When we have this, does it mean we can sleep here?

"Yes, if you pull the table over, you can lay it down."

When Mira looks back, Doug answers happily, who was only letting his face peek through the entrance. The stuck futon fits Mira's back length.

"Depending on where you're going in the future, you'll be in the wild. You should buy more furniture if necessary. That's one more thing to look forward to. Sounds like a moving house, more like a secret base."

Solomon makes a little face from under Doug and gives him a childish smile. Designed not only to be a vehicle for mobility, but also to be able to live. A man made his own space on the spindle that everyone admires.

"Uhm, that's great!

Mira answers satisfactorily, closing the push-in and gently touching the white brushed pull pattern wall. And Doug felt the same way again.

I think it'll calm you down better than the house you're in.

With that in mind, Doug was planning on making it for himself.

Having seen it all the way through, Mira lowers her back in the seat to make sure she is comfortable at the end. Then, before its eyes, it naturally focuses on the plant pot on the torch.

"By the way, what is this plant?

That's a plant that looks like a morning face at first glance, but no petals, just spreading leaves all over a cup wrapped around a net plugged into something like a white little planter. There are no such features in the leaves. But in the absence of furniture other than a torch and a seat, Mira wondered that it was also unnatural that this was the only piece of furniture she had. In response to that question, Doug opens his mouth.

"It's a plant called thin mist grass, which is mainly native to volcanic areas. In particular, the variety is specialized in cleaning by photosynthesis. Even in sealed conditions, it is possible to circulate enough as long as there is light for one person to exhale."

"What a convenience."

It is a natural air purifier, so to speak. A well-thought out thing, Mira sticks her thin misty grass leaves up with her fingertips and says "Say hello" to the unspeakable leaves.

"It's not hard to cultivate, and it works fine with provided lighting. For more information, go to your paperwork. It's like instructions for wagons, so keep your eyes peeled."

Doug told me to turn his gaze, and Mira checked the paperwork like that next to the plant pot, nodded, "Okay," then lifted her hips.

"Well, you're in the parking lot next. Let's take it out with us. I can't even leave it here."

When Solomon says he's out of the wagon, the craftsmen move quickly.

"Parking. Sometimes, can't a wagon be itemized and put in an item box? Sounds faster."

Mira asks as she follows after the wagon being towed. Then Solomon shook his head small to the side.

"You can't do it. Looks like the wagon is classified as a vehicle and falls short of standard. Looks like there are other things that don't come in by size and weight."

"Hmm, it's not like it's universal."

Yes. Within the two of them discussing it in a whisper, the wagon knocked out the big door in the work room. The sky is starting to stain at dusk, and as soon as you look around, there is a stables where horses indulge thoughtfully next door. And across the street, in the parking lot, where the cabin took several carriages. It's like a garage lined up. One of them is the thousand mile carriage I saw one day.

"This will be Mira's garage."

The location you were led to is the far left towards. There's no big difference from other garages, and the craftsmen put Mira's exclusive wagon in there.

"In the future, after boarding the castle gate, it will be transported here, so remember"

"Um, let's remember"

Solomon and Mira stood side by side in front of a wagon in the garage, looking at the shaped romance with a loose face.

"Dear Solomon, Dear Mira"

Doug calls from behind them. Unlike a slightly exalted voice earlier, it's a calm, serious voice somewhere.

When Mira and Solomon look back, the craftsmen are aligned side-by-side at the front, with one Doug standing one step in front of its center.

"This wagon is no exaggeration when it comes to aggregating at the moment. I am confident that this experience has allowed us to grow a circle. I would like to express my utmost gratitude to Solomon and Mira, who have trusted our technology and given me the opportunity to instill everything I can."

If Doug were so tight and profound, the men in line would similarly bow their heads and say, "Thank you!," he said with a voice, next, a masculine, clumsy smile.

(…) Well, I asked for it lightly, but I can't imagine it being appreciated. Instead, this is the one who would like to thank you for being with me.)

"You did a good job. I want you to wave that arm for this country in the future."

"Sincerely, I will do my best"

Doug also answered with dignity when Solomon looked proudly at the craftsmen somewhere before saying his words.

"What do you say, these are the craftsmen of our country. It would be amazing."

Solomon says by hoisting the end of his mouth like he's good at it. Aside from the craftsmen here, Mira, who knows some of them, replied "Ugh, it's amazing" to put them all together.

Thereafter, because of the maintenance of the wagon and a piece that can also be considered a block of new technology, when data collection due to usage is discussed, it will be dissolved by the time the sun sets.

"This is already the time, and you're staying today,"

In the garage where no one is left but the two of us, Solomon returns to his usual tone. Mira looked up at the walls of the royal castle, which were blurred and hemmed, to the lighting that floated around her, and the heavenly river that seemed to overflow from the torn sky all the way up there, and said, "Let me do that."

Then Solomon went back to the clerk's office to say he would be cleaning up the rest of the work, and Mira was headed to the maid's quarters to give her the souvenirs by the end of the day. The mood is the pervert himself attempting to break into the girls' dorm. But there's nothing wrong with that. When Mira asked where the samurai section was, everyone kindly taught it. No one stops you when you arrive at your destination and pass the 'No Men's Prohibited' sign. It was perfect.

(I think it smells good.)

The face I saw, Mira walking wide through the maid compartment with our faces wondering if there was anywhere around Lily. Then for a while, the situation became as Solomon said. The ladies gathered when they heard about Mira's presence. And some of them, naturally, looked like Lily.

Mira, who was taken to the break room, told him that she had gone all the way to the Holy Country of Alice Farius, then said it was a tribute to those who had made the magical guide robe set, and arranged all the souvenirs she had bought on the table. Lily promises to give it to those who are not here responsibly.

Then Mira is taken to the bathroom with the fountain she entered before in order to relieve the fatigue of the day with the ladies at work. As a matter of course, Lily led the way and the samurai messed her up and burned her care, but Mira also stood still from a number of experiences, never looked like she had just been flirted with, but glowed her eyes with grandeur.

When I go up from the bath, the magic robe set I've been wearing has been taken as a laundry and I can put on an alternative costume. That's a simple empty piece. This time, it's a direction to get the most out of the material.

Dinner is available in the break room next to the office room, so Lily ran into Luminaria, who plans to have dinner with her on her way there. On the hot water, Luminaria, who guessed all sorts of things about Mira with a sloppy cheek somewhere, said, "Did you have fun?" If you whisper in your ear, "Mira replies," Enough. "And they looked at each other and smiled blacker than Coltar.

The samurai, servants, etc. went outside for dinner that day and made a lot of noise with only three of the patterned best friends who had gathered for a long time. Beginning with what doesn't matter, a robust story about the country and the development of the doll using the brilliant seeds that we have collected one day. The situation of other players mixes in between topics that have no other love. It was a dinner party filled with state secrets unlikely from the way the three were celebrated.