She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

eighty

For a long time, the dinner party of three best friends was curtained by Luminaria's total intoxication. Apparently, the training taken around noon was a considerable effort, the result of not being able to stop drinking.

After the samurai drops off Luminaria, Mira, who is reasonably drunk, is also led to her bedroom by Lily.

"At a time like this, I think it's the idea to be resistant to alcohol."

Solomon, who heads to the office to do the rest of the work, grumbled so poorly.

If the sunlight leaking from the curtain's hem bounces off the floor, it spreads like a pale eagle, scratching the remnants of the night and gently enveloping the pillow of the girl resting in bed. When the rushing hours of the morning pass and it's time for the samurai after a job to start gathering in the talking room, one samurai approaches the girl exposed to her defenceless sleeping face.

"Dear Mira, it's morning. Dear Mira."

The samurai shook softly with her hands on the girl's exposed white shoulder, speaking as she whispered in her ear. "Nooo......" a little late for that voice, the girl leaked her breath and opened her eyelids thinly. In its eyes was the embroidery of the lid floating like a blur and the smile of Lily, a samurai who also resembled the gentle moonlight.

"Good morning. Dear Mira."

"Uhm...... good morning"

Mira returns her greetings as she only wakes up her torso and resists drowsiness as if she is even fishing down with a hammer on her eyelid.

"What time is it?

"It's 10: 40 a.m."

Leaving room for the relaxed Mira, Lily rolls up the futon and blanket, and from underneath, the limbs of the girl loosely wrapped around the black negligee are exposed. The palpable black and smooth silk fabric added to the white and soft skin as if it were sunny and the silver hair flowing down to snuggle there. The luscious contrast is the gift of Lily's offense, which forced Mira, who had been indulgent, to change her clothes with that momentum.

Without taking such a cute, fancy Mira out of her sight, Lily was getting ready to wake up.

"Has it been such a long time..."

Because of the booze the other night, Mira starts her morning routine thinking about hurrying up a little bit to wake up later than she thought.

The familiarity is all in order, Mira receives and dresses the laundered magic guide robe set from Lily. At that time, he also leaned his neck against a black negligee he did not remember, but he understood everything with the presence of Lily, and he flushed out, okay.

Then Mira is taken to the dining room by Lily. Because breakfast time is running out, people are long neglected. Speaking of those who remain, they are about a cook who serves the day and a samurai who seeks to leave the sweets alone for tea breaks.

Lily says, "Here, please wait" and pulls her seat. Mira sat and waited as she was told, and the ladies also came with breakfast.

"Dear Mira, thank you for the souvenir"

"It was delicious"

"You cared about us."

The samurai who mouths a souvenir thank you she deposited with Lily the other day. "If you were happy, most importantly," Mira replied, smiling softly.

"I was nasty yesterday, but thank you also in regards to Master Amaratte. Quickly, let me measure the dimensions. Thanks to Mira."

Lily says as she pours tea into her teacup. Amaratte, a wise proxy for necromancy interested in Mira's clothes, asked the producers, Lily and the others, to come through.

These are the maidens who were once more eager to see Amaratti's costume. That was made possible by Mira's bridge. Mira's stock is soaring.

"I don't mind."

When Mira answered so briefly, she moistened her lips with tea and finished her breakfast while the samurai burned her care.

After the meal, Mira receives a large basket from Lily. I heard from Solomon that I was going away again, and I think I've prepared a few days' worth of meals. And a word, "Item boxes are convenient." The basket was sloppy and heavy. I'm sure Lily's affection is packed with a lot. Though I thought I could borrow it again, Mira thanked me for accepting it and left the dining room behind.

The break was over and she broke up with Lily and the others, who panicked again, and Mira visited the office before leaving.

"Hey, good morning. Looks like you slept well."

"Uhm, I'm sober"

As Solomon puts the paperwork down and raises his face, Mira flaunts back as she lowers her hips to the couch's fixed position. The boulder, the liquor that the king mouths, there is no drunkenness left, and Mira is in excellent condition.

"That was good. Well, it's quick, but this is the reward for accomplishing this mission."

Solomon throws it to the sofa with the envelope on his desk for his hand. The tea envelope, flying in drawing parabolas, landed next to Mira with a small metal noise.

"Oh, just getting lighter."

Mira picks up the tea envelope and takes out the contents. What was inside was 300,000 riffs for six gold coins.

Looking forward to your next souvenir.

"What is that... Well, if there's anything that suits my eyes."

Mira notes with dismay the words of Solomon, even though they say they include souvenirs. For Solomon, Mira's souvenir is like a bottle packed with signs of travel, immersed in the feeling that she has gone on a journey she has never been able to go on, along with a souvenir story.

"Did that make it possible to identify the age?

As she wraps around the empty tea envelope, Mira asks, recalling the state of the wood chips she brought back on assignment.

"I just got a report. It's going to take a while, but it's going to work out."

"Well, I guess I didn't have to waste my legs."

If what I brought home over a week was useless, Mira was thinking about going back to the tower and even crying to Mariana while she was sweet. But the castle scholars seemed brilliant and had concluded that it would only take time to hang them.

"That's why you should go to the headquarters of the Fifty Bells Federation with confidence."

Solomon smiles as brilliantly as this still is. Mira sighs at him and then stands up.

"Not at all...... So let's go."

Mira stretches her back wide with her hands on her hips and turns her neck to untie her. Though Solomon felt that the motion was not childish at all, he turned his neck gently so that he could say nothing about people.

"There you go. Nice to meet you."

To the voice on his back, Mira waved straight after the answering office. Along the way, I remembered what happened to the Kairos association, but that wasn't enough to stop Mira from legging. The raid itself was not a big deal for Mira, because she thought that Solomon would handle it as she liked (...).

Mira makes a small run through the hallway of the castle, on an embroidered red carpet of gold that stretches on. At last, it's an empty journey in a wagon dedicated to me that's finished. My mind bounced unconsciously and Mira was headed to the garage feeling like she was on her way home from buying a toy she'd been looking forward to.

A craftsman who had just come and gone from the castle near the border connecting the warehouse to the workplace found a misplaced girl who appeared in a place full of tough men.

"Good morning!

The artisan man said the oversized greeting of the opening when he turned back to Mira. Mira shudders her shoulders at the excess of her voice, but immediately returns the repair, "Good morning." But that doesn't end there. They were invited out loud, and one after the other, the artisans gathered to begin a big chorus of morning greetings.

Everyone and he were waiting for Mira. In an effort to see a wagon rise into the sky, which could be considered the greatest masterpiece of all time, everyone had agreed to give a signal so that Mira could see it when she arrived.

"... good morning"

Pressed by impatience, Mira replies with a slight retrogression.

"You're leaving now!?"

From among the craftsmen, Doug, the person in charge, shows up and turns his gaze full of expectations. At the same time, the artisans in line lurk their voices and wait for a reply.

"Um, yeah."

"Now, let me prepare it for you!

At the same time as Mira answers, the craftsmen drink and scatter to the people. Not only to see, but also to prepare to take data.

Mira walks out of the workshop toward the garage as the artisans' sweat of passion hangs on the production.

Various equipment derived from demonic guidance engineering, such as windmills that measure wind power and photographic machines to confirm flying moments, can be arranged in front of the garage. And the key wagon was carried to the square by the manpower of the craftsmen.

"Come on, go ahead, Master Mira. Ready."

"Uh, um. Thanks."

In thanking the craftsman who came with the wagon, Mira once again looks up at the mobile secret base that has become her own. Its white body gleams in the morning sunlight, from an armored look to a qualitative decoration, or gives it a clean atmosphere as if it were a chariot driven by a mythical goddess of war.

Mira thought about what to summon as she stared at the wagon satisfactorily.

(Hmm, I wonder if Garuda would still be good. Others... are going to make a scene again. Creos uses it all the time, so Garuda should be familiar there)

In conclusion, Mira summons Garuda next to the wagon. As the columns of light stretched out of the magic formation, the wind blew out of nowhere, and a polar-colored freaky bird appeared. Bigger than Creos' summoning garuda, the craftsmen stopped his hand and opened their mouths pompously to enchant him, as he wrapped the majesty of the king and glowed the phosphorescent light. And everyone recognizes how much the existence of a disciple of the wise is.

"It's Garuda. Do me a favor, will you?

When Mira asks so, Garuda turns her gaze straight and lowers her neck in front of Mira so that she can lay flat. It is a way of paying tribute to Garuda, who is an oligarchy but loyal minister. From that appearance, I could see a willingness to follow in any way.

The craftsmen who returned to me with Mira's voice began to measure. To collect data on the garuda carrying the wagon.

"You're a good boy. And that's not what I'm asking for. I'll ride, so the Lord wants you to fly with this. What do you say we ask for it?

Mira, gently stroking the tip of Garuda's mouth, shows the wagon next to her with her eyes.

Understanding Mira's words, Garuda lifted its laying large body up again, claiming the pillars of the wagon's heavenly side with her mouth and floating it, weighing it before lowering it to the ground. The size of the wagon was not so different from that of a regular carriage, and lighter weight was sought from the material, but the first step was to see if it could fly with it.

Garuda turns to Mira again, and if she tilts her neck vertically to snort slowly just because there is no problem, a warm breeze sweeps blue and clear around her. Garuda is happy to be given the job.

"Well, now it's my pleasure."

Garuda spread her wings vigorously to respond to Mira's voice. Mira safely boards into the wagon, looking confident and so on.

In wagons mimicking Japanese rooms, earthfooting is strictly forbidden. If you take off your shoes and go up barefoot, you can also feel your tatami eyes on the soles of your feet, and Mira unwittingly breaks her cheeks to that gentle feeling. Then he peered into his face through the door leading to your podium to give instructions to Garuda. I see a pillar to tow, but it doesn't matter now. Mira looks up at the garuda waiting in the front and tells her where to go.

"The destination is the Four Seasons Forest. Not from here... not that way."

Saying, Mira floats behind her brain the location of the four seasons of forest, pointing in that direction. As Garuda grasped her destination, the wind slowly began to roar loud and strong surrounding the square. I finished drawing the needle in my brain and went in to get ready to fly.

"Mira. Welcome aboard!

"Take care -!

The craftsmen, who have dropped off the wagon of Creos many times, perceive that they will already fly away with a strong wind, and shout out loud at the sound of the wind and shout out the words of the drop-off. Still, the data is well measured.

"Um, I'm coming!

Mira waved, letting her peek through the door and answering that this country was full of good guys.

Then, not long after, Galuda, feathering his wings and floating his body in the universe, rose heavenly high when he only gripped the pillars of the wagon with both limbs. The craftsmen cheered and rejoiced, and continued to drop off wagons for a while, even when they were invisible, that became white dots as they wandered, assimilating into clouds drifting in the blue sky.

"Because it's not the kind of distance you get in a day. You can rest if you're tired."

Above so much that Alkaite Castle looks small as a model. Mira speaks to Garuda like that before returning to the wagon. Wrapped in the scent of Igsa to welcome her, Mira breathed in the air deeply, almost forgetting by accident to spit out the scent that filled her lungs, in front of the spectacular view shown in the window.

It's not what it looks like.

The view of the omnidirectional panorama from the backs of Pegasus and Garuda, and the view we wanted from the wagon, seemed to change the impression. The landscape that now extends in front of him was like a single painting cut into the limited range of window frames. Furthermore, I think Mira sits in her seat as the most luxurious view ever, combined with the fact that her posture is free.

Then for a while, Mira indulged in the luxury as she tilted Sweetberry Ole properly, turning her thoughts to the clouds drifting in search of Sky Castle.

Empty a bottle of sweet berry ole and put the bottle on the torch and you'll see the paperwork that was in that corner. That's what Doug said about the wagon instructions. Mira opens the instructions.

(It's not a friendly specification with an illustration)

With regard to the wagon, which will surely be taken care of for a long time from today, the instruction manual contained detailed descriptions of various functions and uses. Mira starts perusing the instructions in a temper.

The instructions contained descriptions of various functions, and it was stated that the fishing down lamp would glow with the demonic stone as fuel, or that the torch would also be warm with the demonic stone. It's also about adjusting the light intensity and temperature.

And it is written that the method of cultivating thin mist grass is ideal when water is given charcoal ash once every three days, and photosynthesis is sufficient for lamp light.

There were other detailed notes such as how to install additional furniture and seismic protection.

If you notice, a gentle sneaky red sunlight leaks into the wagon. Having finished looking through the instructions all the way, Mira looked up at the silver antique lamp that was fishing down in the center of the ceiling. It is a lighting device developed by Magic Direction Engineering. And its fuel, the Demonic Stone, has been obtained in large quantities in the ancient temple of Nebrapolis.

Mira stood up and twisted her light-adjusted knob by setting the Demonic Stone as per the instructions. Then the warm fire lights up and reflects on the silver umbrella on the lamp, separating the top and bottom from the light and dark. Some warm, pale orange light dyes up inside the wagon mimicking the Japanese chamber. Mira looked around lightly as she adjusted the amount of light, as one illumination changed her impression from time to time.

And when he turned his gaze, the thin misty grass that had received the light was, as its name implied, producing thin and foggy. This is another phenomenon that was written in the instructions. Unlike other plants, misty grass has properties that not only exhale oxygen, but also convert it to harmless substances, such as gas and toxins. And it is exerted by photosynthesis, and the fog covering the whole thin is also derived from the name thin mist grass, a sign that the purifying action is good.

To go on and ascertain the description of the instructions, Mira lifts and flips when she hangs her hand on the torch ceiling. There were countless shapes and symbols inscribed. That's an improved refinery based on Mira's note, once handed to Solomon.

In its center, a piece of paper is affixed.

"Now you can put away the magic seal stone, even on the move, right? Say hello because I might ask you next time. Solomon."

That's what it said.

Mira slammed into an empty Sweetberry Ole bin, rounding it up when she peeled off the paper on the rare face.

It doesn't make any difference, though.

Until now, it was an empty journey that needed to be grasped so as not to fall, but now my whole body is free and I have plenty of time. Thinking about it, Mira quickly sat in front of the refinery and removed two items from the item box. It's a thunder bead, a loot for the Devil's Horn and Gargoyle Keeper I got one day. Using them, Mira begins refining.

The first thing I did was create a refining stone. The Horn of the Devil is a material that accumulates a great deal of magic and has a wide variety of applications, but no other applications are necessary for Mira. It was more important than that that it could be processed into refined stones.

As a result, the Devil's Horn was processed into fourteen superior refining stones.

(The Devil's Horn is still efficient!)

Originally, several gems are bundled together to create a single refining stone, but Mira couldn't think of any more ways to make use of it because multiple, but also top refining stones can be made with one corner. Rather, it is such that it feels like there is no body.

Whatever it is, we're ready down here. Mira then starts refining using thunder beads.

After working over time, of the fourteen top refining stones, three top demon sealing stones with lightning attributes were completed, followed by two top demon sealing blasting stones. The power hidden in the thunder beads is strong enough that the superiors can make this much. Therefore, the gargoyle keeper was once randomly captured by Dumblev.

The next demon sealed blast stone was made with that insurance policy because I found out that there were other means of sealing the art besides the trap. It is a rather dangerous substitute, with more than five times the power of the demonic sealed explosive stone used in the battle against Cairos.

(Seal the surgery and strike him with this opponent, alarmed that he can win. Um, surprise in my eyes)

With the top demon sealing blast stone in his hand, Mira had a black grin by distorting one end of the population.

When she cleans up the remaining refined stones and the stones she has made into the item box, Mira exhales loudly and looks out the window, not to mention says she has labored. The sky was already covered in the darkness of the night. In the countless scattered starry skies, the great moon that carried the river of heaven and wrapped around the moonlight fainting was like eyes watching the earth, shining white as if overwhelming the light of the stars.

The light of the lamp illuminates the inside of the wagon like daylight. Mira, who had not noticed the evening visit, confirms on the menu that it is now just before 8 p.m. And I looked under my eyes to see if I could make it this far today. Black, wide meadows are blown by the wind to give a glimpse of the green. And behind it, at the end of the direction of progress, the figure of a river that lasted as long and thick as if a scale-wrapped dragon were crawling through the earth, gleaming with moonlight.

Mira gives instructions to Garuda to land by the river.

Out of the wagon, the sound of some calming water shakes the tympanic membrane, similar to a rainy night. At the same time, the scent of blue meadow approached a cup of nasal cavity, and the openness and loneliness that could not be felt in a world surrounded by objects surfaced abruptly.

(i) After breathing, Mira looks back and reaches for the garuda and touches it.

"Thank you for your hard work. Aren't you tired? Get some rest."

Speaking so, Garuda answers quietly, throating loudly and spreading her wings wide. Mira sent Garuda back loosening her cheeks like she was relieved, as if she was saying nothing.

"Well."

Mumbled Mira looks around the moonlight-dyed meadows far away before walking out to the river.

Having finished adding for her, Mira summoned Holly Knight for watch before returning to the wagon for a meal. It's a big, fried dog with lots of tartar sauce in the basket Lily gave me. The basket was also packed with Mira's favorite things. It is the inward wisdom of Solomon.

Mogi and cheeky, Mira blossomed a flower circle smile as Lily thought.

Dinner is over and Mira looks at the grasshoppers that shake quietly, lighted by the moonlight. Thanks to the wagon, I had a lot of free and comfortable time. There will be a lot of wagon travel in the future. That will also give you more time to be handy.

(At the corner. It's been a long time since I've seen you today.

I haven't decided on a particular idea yet. Then Mira stood up and left the wagon.

There's no one in the meadow. Only the sound of wind and water flowing in the fragrance of blue and lush grass is all we have here and now. In such a meadow, small, the sound of rubbing clothes and the girl's exhaling floats like bubbles, dissolving in the darkness and disappearing. When it gradually intensified over and over again, it finally struck the universe with a loud wind cut sound.

With his fist down and a sigh of breath, Mira takes the next mould of structure.

It is an archery of martial arts that supports immortality in melee. In the time of Dunbulf, travel time on floating islands was used to do so. I feel lazy because I haven't had a chance lately, but now I can say that it is excellent. This martial arts was taught to Maylin, one of the Nine Wise Men whose parents had studied martial arts since childhood in the dojo. I didn't remember Mira because it's a confusing martial arts name, but it's a pretty famous place.

It was a long way off, so by the way, Mira is in the process of moulding from scratch with a review.

It's kinda on fire.

Around the end of the three shapes, Mira notices that her body has warmed up due to exercise. If you look around lightly, there is no sign of anyone, and all you see is a distant sky moon and an unspeakable white knight.

Mira resumes her archery, feeling cool in the bustling breeze of grasshoppers stroking her flaming body when she takes off her magic robe set and looks like her underwear without any problems.

Once you have completed the whole process, you will then begin training based on this world standard. It's a move that combines my abilities as a magician.

Running through the universe, jumping off the ground and taming the body. To some extent, I repeat, Mira recalls new moves that were not there at the time. Partial summons. It can also be used for scaffolding, as in the case of the Gargoyle Keeper battle.

Now, considering the matter, Mira repeated her archery further.

Sweating in the cold river, she cooled her feverish body. Mira returned to her hands with the underwear she had left on the river plain, took the towel out of her bag and wiped her whole body before going up to the wagon. Japanese-style rooms welcoming Mira are warm, and a good sense of fatigue becomes satisfying and filling Mira, when they go hand in hand, they loosen up and lure Mira into drowsiness.

"Mmm."

Mira's hand stops when she reaches for her changing underwear, thinking about sleeping as she is invited. The bag was packed with lingerie before and after use.

(Nooo... forgot to ask Lily...)

Mira, who had chosen somewhat plain people's underwear to wear. But now all I have left is something I'm pretty attacking.

"Well, let's not."

But lately, Mira is well on track. Wrap underwear in white, thin fabric with plenty of lace, and leak the girl's ragged, stuffed grin from the end of her mouth. Then he began to lay the futon as it suited, jumping into a fluffy, soft blanket and falling asleep.