eighty-two

"You used a makeup box. The image was too far in the opposite direction, I didn't realize it immediately, no more."

Because Kagra no longer needs to worry about her physique, she breaks her legs and stretches them out like she was distracted, and takes off the cassette she was wearing depressingly. Then the long, lustrous hair, like the obsidian that was trapped, fluttered and spread with air.

"The Lord hides his face with such cloth, too. If I had seen it from the beginning, I wouldn't have had to ask questions."

There was no sign of a make-up box on Kagra's face, and Mira's face appeared under a white cloth as she remembered it.

The forehead is aligned in a horizontal line on the lid, with a thin brow like brushed with a brush over the round black eyes. Her eyelashes are long and her mouth remains grumpy tied. At first glance, it would work with a young lady from an ancient Japanese good house. But the totally loose appearance now is that she was also the sister who entrusted her daughter's sister with all her family names.

"I'm a celebrity here, too. I'm keeping it a secret because they told me that if I were a nine-wise man, someone might come out to look at me weirdly. The two of you who know who I am, just now, and three more. Oh, and now, Grandpa... will be too."

Kagra snorts proudly and then roars with a serious look at Mira.

"Now, you call yourself Mira, right? Grandpa is Mira. Something makes me feel weird, what can I call it?

"Call me whatever you want."

"Grandpa...... Mira...... Hmm, the gap is terrible"

When I was in Dumblrf, Mira was called Grandpa by Kagra. The difference in impression from that time on, Kagra leans closer to Mira and narrows her eyes, even though she feels bad tooth discomfort like when using new chopsticks.

"So, what can I do for her?"

"That girl, what?

Kagra glanced at Mira as if she could see even with a vendetta. Mira is relieved that she has finally found one, and the meaning of Kagra's words is to lose sight of the landing point and run around the back of Mira's brain teasing her.

"I told you I was looking. Nyanmaru's Magician"

"Oh, you did. But that's not okay anymore. I put the name Nyanmaru and the like on ceremonial gods, so I just thought maybe it was the Lord. My hunter, my lord. No, I saved you a lot of trouble."

That said, Mira breaks her legs again and takes an easy stance, laughing that she doesn't care about the magician anymore.

Nyanmaru's magician is a Yin Yang magician woman who Kagra has taken direct care of. A short period of time, but a true disciple of the wise. When she made such a covenant with the Black Cat's ceremonial God, Kagra said. "This girl is a nyang maru," he said.

The name of the ceremonial god could not be denied by the Kagra opponent, and the result was to enter Mira's eyes.

"Hmm, yeah. So, what can I do for you?

Not that magician who is adorable because of what he is, but because the spear changed when he was needed for himself, the signs of Kagra, who seemed unpleasant, eased.

"At Solomon's request. We are now at a standstill with the Treaty, but I wonder if the war will start again next year. For that reason, I am looking for the Lord who will not return, which is a defense."

Mira only told her about the incident, not knowing how to change the kagra.

That's what I'm talking about.

(ix) The wise man is a hero who has defended his country and led it to victory more than once as a pillar of defence. Kagra also had that perception.

"Well, it's good to finally find the Lord, but I don't think we can go back now."

Mira looks indoors as she says, then casually turns only to the side where the two aides left.

"Yeah, we can't leave those guys alone in the wild."

This is the only tissue that has been created and the presence of the chimeric closen that has been a factor is left behind, and the top of it cannot and cannot be allowed to pull itself off.

"But it doesn't surprise me that you've been creating so many organizations. I don't think the Lord was willing to take the initiative and stand on his head, but he's going to change."

A bunch of troops from the Fifty Bells League who met in prayer child forests like Blue and White, brochures shown to Solomon, and home to the Spirits of the Four Seasons Forest. Remembering them that he has seen, Mira returns her gaze from the bottom of her heart to the front with admiration.

Mira's words reminded Kagra of her beginnings. This is how we came to organize the Fifty Bells League, and the emotions that drive us today.

"'Cause something you'll never forgive"

A word emanating from Kagra's mouth shook as if to whine, but shout, reaching Mira strong and heavy.

At first Kagra was about to return to the Alkaite kingdom. But I can't go back to her, no, I got a reason not to.

Fifty Bells Federation. It is recognized throughout the continent as a charity scattered throughout the continent and engaged in activities such as forest protection. But its essence is an armed organization that fights against the chimeric closen that targets the Spirit. Its beginnings were more than ten years ago.

Kagra also stood, like Mira and other players, in a world that, when he realized, became this reality.

The place where life in this world began is the Great Forest Zone, which extends north of Grimdart. There is no one around, just an impenetrable influx of nature, an isolated neighborhood from civilization.

Kagra was bewildered by the discomfort surrounding her whole body, by everything that inspired all five unlikely senses in the virtual world.

Unable to grasp the situation, Kagra decides to move to a nearby city in an attempt to ask someone. And as usual, I tried to move to the floating island of the billing item, but I couldn't do it and tilted my neck. There is no option on the menu to move. And I also notice a change in the menu screen at this time. I can't even log out.

In the deep woods, there's not one person I can talk to, and I don't respond to individual chats to people I know.

Suddenly, Kagra was found isolated in a place ruled only by nature, which could be considered a secret by itself.

The only salvation is that what has been piling up until then was not in vain. (ix) Due to their strength, also known as wise men, there are no demons in the Great Forest that pose a threat and are highly unlikely to be harmed by others.

But time keeps going without stopping, and the sun leans. In the woods, where trees cover the sky and block the light, night visits are quick. If dusk approaches slightly, it instantly turns into darkness and erodes the forest.

In front of the overwhelming night darkness, the intangible light is like lighting even a candle, obscuring even the sense of direction.

And Kagra was halfway down. Because as a result of walking around for a long time and sorting out the situation, I got to the answer that although it seems like a dream, this is an authentic reality. In the woods I don't even know where, I totally lost sight of where I was going.

More than once, Kagra repeatedly sighed to spit out everything in her lungs, squatting with her head in irrational emotions, unlike irritability and agitation.

That's when a shadow peered into his face from between the peripheries. Close to the signs, but only the wind, the bugs and the birds. There, a voice sounds with obvious meaning. "What's going on?".

Kagra, who raised his face reflexively, screamed the moment he turned to those who spoke. Because in the dark woods, illuminated by the unreliable light of intangibles, the shape of a man's face peered into himself from the side of a tree.

But Kagra wasn't the only one who was surprised. And the LORD of his voice rolled over the bushes, marveling at the screams. When the Lord of the voice rose in haste, he shook his neck slightly to the side, and rushed into the back of the tree again, once again only peeking into his face.

It was only a glimpse, but Kagra realized who he was because of the characteristics of the person. Countless grains of light that envelop long hair, clothes that are as simple as a single cloth but also look noble. And that look that seems nostalgic.

The man was a spirit that dwelt in the woods.

But Kagra is confused. Because I have never heard anything from the Spirit before. Speaking of the only one, on a particular quest or in battle: 'Are you okay?' Only when you say you'll recover.

If Kagra turns her gaze in suspicion, she remains hidden in the tree, but the Spirit is smiling and waving. I do things that I don't remember, but the fact that I'm friendly with people is the same. Even if I think about it, I'm just anxious. This is the situation. Kagra decided to give her a reply after thinking through it.

If Kagra returns a word, the Spirit comes out from behind the tree and says, "Does it hurt anywhere?" "This place is dangerous." "Are you alone?" I've thrown a lot of questions.

Kagra makes sure she answers it and tells her story about her current situation and makes her listen. I can't use the ride anymore and I can't go home, and I need to know what to do now. When he uttered all the weak sounds, Kagra leaked another big sigh.

The Spirit says to Kagra, who looks so agitated. That was tough.

The Spirit, named Reesha, told her to go somewhere safe because there would be demons here.

Kagra, who named him back, nodded small, getting up as he was told, following Riesha through the woods. And then we arrived at the big lake.

The woods are plowing just a little and the stars are shaking on the lake. Then the tiny light illuminated a huge shadow. There's about a whole house. It was a pig that produced two fangs that were bigger and fatter than people and were dull and confusing in color whether they inhaled numerous returning blood. Warcraft, it's the Great Transbore.

In a sudden encounter with the Warcraft, he was a staggering kagra, but Riesha laughed happily, introducing the pig as a friend.

If you look closely, the Grey Transbore is lying on the spot as if it were more lenient. And when I opened my eyes and looked at the cagra, I said, "Oh, my God, are you a guest?" He spoke the words, though he was feeling low.

In this world there is a special concept of spiritualization. Animals who have spent a long time with the Spirit can acquire special powers and speak words. When playing games, they are mainly involved in events and so on.

When Kagra introduces herself, the pig tells her to call me multicolor and laughs. He said he liked it with the name Risha gave him.

Riesha invited Kagra to sit down trying to lean against the multicolor.

When Kagra sat next to him, Riesha said, "You should sleep here today. When it brightens up, I'll send you to where people are," he says again, smiling uncontrollably.

Kagra, thanking him, left his body in a wretched but warm, soft, multicolored stomach and slept with him looking up at the starry sky in full heaven.

When she woke up in the morning, Riesha sent Kagra to the city near her as promised. With that power, the Spirit of the Wind, he took Kagra and flew away. Deep in the woods and the rest of the day took a long time, but at sundown, we arrived in the city.

As he descended near the city, Kagra thanked him many times. And please tell him that it is also available in multiple colors.

It was a very short time, but Kagra thought she was indebted to me for not being able to return it. And I broke up with him, promising that I would thank him one day.

The city Kagra was brought to was a city called Greengate, located at the northern end of Grimdart. Because it belongs to the Three Divine Kingdoms, it is of such a magnitude that information can be gathered reasonably well.

I arrived in the city for a month. Kagra gives almost an idea of the current situation. This world is the same as Arc Earth Online and has been a reality for over a decade, with a large number of players suddenly coming to this world just like themselves. And the discrepancies found during those years.

Understood Kagra concludes that he should return to the kingdom of Alkite once and for all. Grimdart is located to the north of the Earth continent, so without floating islands, it would be a long journey, but it also came with its sights.

But Kagra turned his gaze to the woods before leaving the city. Because before I left, I thought I'd thank Reesha and Multicolor again for taking care of me.

When he buys in some souvenirs, Kagra takes Peacock's Peacock to the lake where he revealed the night.

Before the lake, which was in the place of memory, Kagra was stunned. Because the look was completely different from the memories. The surrounding trees were knocked down and branches scattered as if they had passed even in a typhoon, and the lake, which reflected the stars, was cloudy as if it refused the light of day with thousands of leaves and mud.

Kagra rushes out the next moment she wonders if she's in the wrong place.

On the banks of the lake, small mountains painted on grass and mud. There was a peek at the roots of the fangs as if they had been snapped from it. The place wasn't wrong. It is true that this rough lake was the place that gave me a peaceful moment that night.

Closer, the outline of the mountain becomes dewy. At the same time, Kagra doesn't want to believe, she sees her eyes open and her lips tremble with fear that makes her want to escape.

There it is, no, there it was, multicolored, the Grey Transbore of Warcraft.

Its entire body was filled with countless wounds, like cut with sharp blades, and the broken tip of a sword like a sword mountain pierced it everywhere. I can't keep up with Kagra's understanding of the multicolored appearance that has changed so much, I just stand there stunned. That was the time. "Lady..." he said low, and an uninterrupted voice reached Kagra's ear. It was such a voice, plundering and blurry and without shards of clarity, but it did arrive.

Kagra looked up to jump and asked if she was okay and what the hell was going on, swaying her hand healing pills warmly onto her multicolored body.

The multicolour had a slight breath. Such breath also constantly multicolor speaks to squeeze out words.

He said people attacked him suddenly. And he said he took Risha away. When I fought to help but couldn't win, regrettably and spicifully, the color disappeared from my multicolored eyes at the end of the day when I said I would ask for Risha.

Kagra kept crying all night. Instead of just one day, less than half the day, Reesha and Multicolor, who reached out to Kagra, who was completely isolated, were dear friends engraved deep into Kagra's heart.

At dawn, Kagra dug a big big hole on the shore of the lake with her cringy bright red eyes. At least for a rest, he pulled out the stabbing sword and wiped his body clean before burying the multicolored one.

Kagra returned to the city and resumed gathering information. Then gather the stories of those who attack the Spirit and begin their action. That activity gradually brought together sympathizers for Kagra, and it went from partying to guild, even larger, to an organization called the Fifty Bells Federation.

Mira took Kagra's gaze from the front, with absolute determination.

Not all of my thoughts were conveyed. However, it was felt that Kagra's words, which he said could not be forgiven, might have thoughts that he had not yet come to this world for a month.

"What a complicated reason."

"Yeah, it's bad for Solomon, but I'm not leaving till it's over."

There was a definite will in Kagra's eyes. It started with the grief and hatred of being captured and losing dear friends, but now there are people beside them who want to protect and help. She put her current heart into words with a straight, strong look, not drunk by hatred.

"Right. Because they're not the ones who can leave us like this."

Mira agrees by saying the same. Mira also believes that Chimera Clozen, which harms the Spirit, a good neighbor of people, is an organization that should not be left like this. Spirits protected by the Fifty Bells Federation, which were misplaced on their way to this occasion, would also have been considered food for chimeric closen without this tissue made by Kagra. Even with that in mind, the Fifty Bells Federation would be an important organization.

"But well, yeah. It's been a long time, but not long. We'll settle this soon."

"Thanks to you, too," continues Kagra as she utters the word with her determined, fire-like eyes, with clear, torrent-like thoughts like water. And in that sense, the treatment of the man of Chimera Clozen, who Mira helped capture, is told.

A few days after Mira broke up with the Blues, a transfer unit arrived at the Blues stronghold and the Chimera Clozen man was transferred straight to the stronghold. And by the hand of Kagra, he spit out all the information and was convicted.

The man seemed terminal, and the content of the information obtained was such as the location of several bases of activity and the euphemism. There seemed to be no information at all about the executive members of Chimera Closen or what they were doing with the captured spirits, and the area remained unknown.

"Not everything, but we've got a few strongholds. The boulders were fast on alert and there were some mussels, but if one or both of them could be caught, we'd have to hear another base from there, wouldn't we? That's how we do it now, where we lice their strongholds. Sharpen as much power as you can, then I'll slap you all at once."

Kagra says as he suppresses the voices that are about to exalt. He crushes the stronghold and shreds his power a little by little. It is a power move that can be made because it is the Fifty Bells League, which was above the original force. That's why Chimera Clozen is secretly moving around. That's why we're retreating so quickly.

"Hmm, do you already know where they're based?

When Mira asks Kagra, whose fever begins to subside and whose blood gradually rises, she suddenly loses momentum like a toy that Zenmai has cut off, and Kagra stumbles onto the item table.

"Sounds pretty thorough, doesn't it? To the extent of Chimera's terminal role, it seems that the role is only given to the extent of going around a small base. But we'll hit about one in a few rounds. Even if we don't know, if we crush the base, we can contain the damage to the spirits."

"Hmm, well, yeah."

The base where the lower end finds out is only the gathering little of the same lower end. No matter how many times you go around them, they don't reach the big guys. Having heard the story, Mira recalls the seal given to Solomon speaking of which. I had unexpectedly forgotten I could meet with Kagra, but it's a letter to the Fifty Bells League.

"If that's the case, maybe this will help."

That's what Mira says and gets up and walks over to Kagra. In contrast, Kagra kept saying, "Nah?" and turn only to his face. The position of the point of view is also low with the posture remaining stuck against the seating table, capturing the hem of the skirt swinging with the legs in the front. And I couldn't help but laugh at it.

"What the hell. Well, more than that."

Mira sits somewhere next to Kagra and offers to poke the seal she deposits against Kagra's cheek. Kagra confirms the sender's name when he receives it in a depressing manner.

"Oh, Solomon to me?

Precisely to the head of the Fifty Bells League.

"Hmm, yeah"

Answering so briefly, Kagra began to cut the seal and check the writing.

What is written in the letter is a matter concerning the Spirit King I was talking about before I was given this letter.

Chimera Clozen is after the Spirit King. Information obtained from union relations, which led to that expectation. And it is the name of three dungeons.

At first it was a cagra I was reading quietly, but gradually its expression became more rude, but at the same time it was getting more bloody. He stares at the paper so much that even the holes will be drilled so that he can eat in.

And when I finished reading, I tried to slap him and put the letter on the table.

"Spirit King... I see, that's the thing"

Kagra smiles invincibly up the end of his mouth, convinced in conjunction with the Chimera Clozen trend he has seen from the side of the Fifty Bells League. Because I saw the light there.

"That helped."

"Yeah, fully."

When Mira says she is in a good mood, Kagra answers without suppressing her feelings of exaltation.

And it said, "You can use your grandfather if you need him."

And he goes on to say, "I'm expecting you," and he laughs at you like a predator.

"What... bye"

In one word, he realized that there would be no rest again, and Mira waved to understand as she stuck herself at the seating table, replacing Kagra. The priority should be to get rid of Chimera Clozen as soon as possible.

Mira decided on her mind to list all the things to bring to the wagon so that she could rest fully just for travel time once the situation was over.

"You'd better move fast. Gather only the executives who are here now for an emergency meeting. So I'll introduce you to my grandfather as a collaborator... but speaking of which, why Mira, not Dumblrf?

In games, changing your appearance in a makeup box doesn't change your name and you can't change it. Then I wondered why Kagra now calls herself Mira.

"Actually, it's just a tease."

"Oh, yeah, that was tough."

"Ho, did you get through? That's not a convenient word!

"Of course, I have no idea."

"Bye."

After exchanging too many wasted words, Mira answers that Solomon told her to hide everything she had to say about her protection, because it would be just fine to find the Nine Wise Men who are having trouble moving while Dumblrf is still around. "You've always been in the mood to get that far," Kagra convinced half-heartedly.

"It's going to be an important mission this time, and even if you're going to accompany me, your grandfather won't rely on you from what he looks like right now. I wonder if there's a title or something. Like being able to shut our people up. The envoys of the kingdom of Alkite and the vicinity of King Solomon are so absurd and lacking in impact."

The strength of Mira, who is Dumblrf, is well grasped and trusted by Kagra. But for the members who will accompany them, they will be the ones who share their lives. If Dumblrf were to help, everyone would be happy to raise their hands. But I can't say that because I have a mission that will be touring the entire continent.

But Mira had a handy title.

"Hum, the title. For once, I am a disciple of Dumblrf."

When Mira says so, Kagra glances at Mira's entire body like a sneer, then blows out gunpowder as if it burst in her mouth, then laughs.

"I can't believe I said my own apprentice or anything like that! You had no idea! But, well, it's not bad. So let's go."

Mira's standing was also decided to introduce the executives, and an emergency meeting was convened to determine the future of the Fifty Bells Federation.