She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

eighty-four

There is no wind, and the leaking day of the tree shaking like a wave shows a water balloon pattern inserted into the ground through an empty lake surface. The home of the Fifty Bells Federation is at the bottom of the lake, and the whole place is like an aquarium. In the deepest of them, in the inner and back courtyard where the executive players gathered, a silver-haired girl and a Meow woman with a dagger in each hand were facing each other.

(The culmination of the Summoner when it comes to the Nine Wise Men Dumblrf. If so, of course, that kid must be the main subpoena, right? But the story of the Nine Wise Men should have had a story like dealing with melee warfare with immortality. If you're a disciple, you might be taught that too. So if you take a distance, it's a subpoena bait... I don't like distance either)

Before his completely illegible opponent, Sasori remembers to draw his memories about Dumblrf from the bottom of the well to figure out what to do.

"I'm ready. Well, let's get started."

It was a distracting beard signal, but without being confused by it, the sawdust accelerated without getting into my hair. It would be troublesome if they used summoning techniques at a distance. Then you should bring it to the closest range that you are best at from the beginning. That's how Sasori concluded. And they have the agility to just make it possible. As if it were an unleashed arrow, Sasori slipped through the low sky and approached Mira.

That's what instantly went in between melee fights, Sasori protrudes his dagger at a lightning speed. If you stick a blade to your opponent's neck, that settles it.

The dagger reaches the opponent's neck as intended. But at that moment, Mira disappeared blurry as if she were an illusion.

"Is that it?"

Sasori shouts a barbaric voice somewhere, but looks back and re-accelerates without getting lost. They saw it was a mirage step and immediately perceived Mira's signs.

Sometimes it's just the best.

When it comes to the relative girl Mira, if she is a beginner, she analyzes that the Mirage step is effective for quite a few users as well. At the same time, he was impressed that the boulders were the elite gathered under the cagra. Unlike the chronic nobleman Kairos, who chased the phantom and just swung his sword at the groans, because Sasori responded quickly. That appearance of reacting to the signs and running straight at Mira was backed by solid experience and training.

Shortly after his distance was between daggers, Sasori emits a sharp flash. It's the fastest, shortest punch ever. But the blade also did not arrive, colliding with a white, longer shield that appeared more abruptly than the void, and the sasori also struck the body on the shield with the momentum intact.

"What's this, from where?!?"

The shield disappeared as the razor carefully gazed with minimal impact due to the passivity of a single hair. Then Mira, who was supposed to have been there since, had also disappeared neglectfully. But Sasori explores the signs in no hurry. shortly thereafter. Feeling an eerie chill as if a bug crawled around his spine, Sasori jumped off aggressively. Moments, as if the ground had hammered him, the aftermath of the shock, which shivers even the gut, passes through the body of the sasori, and the bursting sound echoes.

(This is definitely a fairy art... breakthrough!)

When the technique is identified from the phenomenon, it also determines the activation point from its orbit, and the sasori faces upwards while alerting the next bullet. There was definitely Mira there. He blinded himself to the shield of the partial summons and flew over the head of the razor on a wide stride.

Mira at the time, while checking her response, wraps her tongue around the rate of reaction of the sasori. Even though it was from a complete blind spot, it was just before it hit. But Mira kept in mind that this tactic of war, which she thought was going to be effective during her journey in the wagon, seemed to work there.

"Still in time!

Approximately the admiring Mira, Sasori flashed toward the sky as she instantly refined her fighting spirit and put it into the dagger. Then a little tornado peels his fangs off like a snake with an open jaw and hits a girl nestled in the universe. Mira takes it and crushes it with her hands, which are wind wrapped by immortal art, and grins as she looks down at the sarcophagus.

(This is more than I ever imagined. Good luck hustling about the power of summoning.

Mira looks happily at her opponent as she waits for the second tornado that follows. Mira's skirt flutters with the grass if the snake that lost sight of the target dissolves in the universe and the compressed air turns into a whirlwind and cruises the courtyard. Coffin, the director's representative, cheers when the sanctuary, which was only in the shadows, is exposed. But at the next moment it was solemnly sanctified by the hand of the snake. Mizar and Arioto clapped to follow Coffin after him as he murmured, "You don't look good on his face, you don't have much," as he strayed his gaze in natural motion from the sanctuary that became the forbidden zone so that he wouldn't be caught up in the summary execution verdict.

In the meantime, the offense between the two protagonists continues.

If the sasori unleashes a swirl of wind waving the dagger, it will now be offset along the way. But the third one had not yet lost his fangs. A thin, round, mushroom-like blade had been thrown to chase after him, jumping through the body of the finished serpent and approaching Mira. The blade is inherently poisoned and used, but this time it is a match so it is non-toxic. But Sasori thought that if we plundered it somewhat, we would also be able to declare victory.

The blade flies in to be sucked into Mira's feet. Sometimes Sasori hesitated to aim near his face, but above all, he aimed beyond his reach, considering the result of being crushed by his skill while remaining bare.

"Again!?"

When the tall metal noise sounded, the blade was missing its fangs and fell like a leaf of a tree. Sasori looks at the unwounded shield that once again appears out of nowhere and raises her voice as she is fed up. And shortly afterwards, again, Mira disappeared with the shield.

At the same time as preventing the blade, Mira summoned another shield after the shield that would be the razor's blind spot, using a shrink on the scaffold to jump over the opponent's head.

Sasori looks back as soon as she perceives the signs. It's less than a second since the shield disappeared. Mira greatly praised and welcomed its acuteness.

"Whew..."

Sasori leaks her voice like that as she cramps her cheeks and laughs bitterly. She had the confidence to concentrate and react as quickly as she could. But in front of him, the most vigilant summons of Dumblev's disciples formed a definite form. At this time, Sasori is shown and made to realize the difference in the character of the opponent confronting the summoner he used as the standard.

(And two of them... The summoning technique was definitely... specified, selected, consumed, activated. You said it would take two seconds even for him to be a junior, but you said so!)

Sasori is in his heart, and when he hits the summoner's acquaintance eight times, he finally frowns and thinks about what's going on. Before her, a white and black knight stood, just quietly glowing red eyes, to protect the princess.

(Why don't you deal with these soldiers and they won't want to move? Beginning in the beginning. We need to use the summons technique.)

Behind the two knights, Mira glances at the tip of her jaw with her fingers and re-engages in a reflective mood with a glimpse at the tourist's side.

"Well, for real."

When Mira said that, the Dark Knight figure blew like a remnant, and the preliminary motion also popped out there at the highest speed and black knight from the beginning. Naturally, he's one of the Hiduns who leaves no gap in the front.

The opposing sasori said, "Wow, scared!," he starts to respond calmly, surprised by his human detached appearance and behavior.

A razor that wields a dagger as it sews a gap, wearing a black sword that relentlessly rips the sky like a storm. Deciding that there was also a difference in scores and that she could not take them, she took a tactic aimed at avoiding them thoroughly and at a slight opportunity.

However, the opponent is a pseudo made of surgery and repeats the regeneration as long as the inherent mana is not exhausted. Inscribe the wound deeply with a definite move, but as it is instantly repaired, the sasori also frowns as fed up. Because of the depth of the summoning technique due to the acquaintance of the summoning technician, Sasori had only to grumble, but without that knowledge, he would have been cut off from his suspicion that it was also immortal.

Nevertheless, in addition to the skillful swordsmanship not to lose an instant of attention, it was a sasori of regret before the overwhelmingly quicker regeneration of the Black Knight than it could be seen and heard.

Still, twice and three times and Sasori repeats the attack, successfully guiding the opponent's posture, causing the blade to run into the perfect gap. The full blow took the black knight's abdomen and finally exceeded the allowable amount of its regeneration.

When the dark knight crumbles like glass, the fragment further becomes particulate and mists. Sasori exalts the sight in front and smiles only for a moment, but immediately turns around sharply. No, I tried to run out.

"Liar......"

Dark Knight, who should have knocked him down, is standing at the end of his eyes and nose as if nothing had happened. Rapidly and reflexively, Sasori took the jumping distance. Holly Knight was the only one left, and I thought to myself, but with the advanced combat power of the Black Knight, I had lost the crux of my summoning skills. That means you can add as much fighting power as Mana lasts.

Advanced summons takes time to chant. Sasori had asked a magician he knew about it. If you don't give him time to chant in a melee battle that won't let him say yes or no, he will seal the summoner's maximum power. But instead, the subordinate summons can be summoned in about two seconds. I learned to be different when it comes to lower grades, but in the first place Mira's dark knights are built up to deviate from lower grades as well. For that reason, during the battle, Sasori was concerned that he was dealing with advanced summonses. Even so powerful a pawn can replenish anything for Mira.

Mira, who could rightly hope backwards from the side of the Black Knight, laughed invincibly looking at the sasori as if she were trying to try and identify it, but as if she enjoyed something. Moreover, summoners are regarded as the usual means of buying time for advanced chanting at lower levels, but Mira has no bare hands about it. With that attitude, he says there's no need for a senior subpoena.

Sasori laughs out, outraged by the matter, but dull with a glimpse of the dark knight on the front and the holly knight on the rear. I wondered if this was the disciple of the most powerful sorcerer on the continent. Sasori changes her mind that she didn't want to be complacent, but that she was still complacent that she was strong somewhere.

(I wonder how far it will work!)

Forgetting his original purpose, Sasori ran out toward the Black Knight in the same mood as borrowing his chest.

The battle intensifies further, and with that hand, Sasori destroys the Black Knight. Each time, Dark Knight is re-summoned. It was a sasori that was motivating, but steadily fatigue accumulates and gradually slows down the movement. Still, he stumbles through the twelfth dark night with a skill that increases sharpness.

(It's getting tough on the boulder... Me, why were you fighting...?)

Like something that is forced to be replaced, defeated or defeated, the next appears. Sasori was exhausted and thus regained her calm. And sigh heavily ahead Holly Knight without a scratch. To such a sight and circumstance, everyone else raised a similar voice when anyone in the five watching the game leaked a sympathetic color intersecting "This is again..."

(I'll do it. I'll do it. I think I'll try the collaboration next time.)

To make the world a reality and incorporate the unusual performance of various specs, Mira was experimenting with a tactic that she could only imagine in her free time. After all, imagination and reality are different things, carving the experience gained into my chest.

Not yet. Not yet.

Mira, who has become a reality and is not currently experimenting with meaningful techniques by now, is in a good mood as if she were drunk, and laughs bitterly as a quail recalls the sight she once had.

"Liar......"

Sasori groans with despair. A rising Mira summoned five Dark Knights at the same time. I could have dealt with it one-on-one, but when this happened, it was already the limit.

"Shit -!

The voice of a very clear and clear sasori announcing surrender echoes in the courtyard. The dagger had already rolled to the ground and raised a white handkerchief with a white flag in his hand.

"Hmmm...... well good. Summoning is amazing."

Mira rushes up to Holly Knight's shoulder and proudly puts up her chest as if this were still the case. I am satisfied that this result against the elite of the Fifty Bells League will allow them to acknowledge enough summoning.

But there was actually a slight misunderstanding at this point. The culmination of the Fifty Bells League is Kagra, one of the Nine Wise Men, not to mention. Naturally, we know a lot about the incisive Dumblrf, and we understand the usefulness of the summons accordingly and use it heavily within the Federation. And the summoner Sasori knew was also a member of the Fifty Bells League, and no one here had the impression that it was an obsolete summons as a public perception.

As a result, everyone has a new impression of summoning.

"Summoning is a very powerful thing."

"Once fitted to the mould, this is not unilateral."

Mizar laughs bitterly while agreeing with Arioto when he makes sure he chooses the words.

"Hahaha! Wow, that's awesome!

In the unspeakable air, Coffin laughs at what everyone thinks. There was no one to blame for it, and it was unanimously agreed.

"What... bye..."

Mira changes her expression in anticipation of everyone's reaction to her plans.

"Is that the summoning technique or the character of your daughter..."

Which way, good because of the powerful force added, Congo shrugged, staring at Mira's sad appearance nestled on the shoulders of the White Knight with a missing face somewhere between them.

The game was also over. On his way back to the conference room, Mira heard what the game looked like objectively from Congo. Says Mira was like a cat playing with wingless little birds.

"That's because it's an exception," the quail encourages the scissors to drop their shoulders if they can't come up with a way to beat their summoning opponents. I glanced at the backs of those two and wondered what was going on and Mira haunted her mind about the way she was going to hustle and tell.

As soon as a line arrives in the conference room, the waiter distributes the tea unexpectedly. When everyone sits down, Arioto coughs up one and then says:

"I was surprised that the subordinate summons alone would overwhelm Lord Sasori by the time I was there. Sure, Master Bullshit is right, we're not dealing with each other. Right."

With a face you seem to be good at quail, "You will!" and return it first. It is a word that emerges naturally from the fellowship of the Nine Wise Men.

"It's impeccable as a force of war. Let me guess."

Mizar shows that there is no difference when you sip up a cup of hot tea in one breath and then glance at the sasori thrusting into the seating table like you're tired.

As a result, I was able to grasp Mira's strength, so there was nothing different about the castle fortification of the balance. But only the snake leaned down with a slightly bewildered, difficult face. The first cause of the match in the first place was Mizar's statement, which drew the will of a snake who was told to leave a message and was discouraged. At this point, however, it had not completely absorbed the intent of the snake. The snake was not anxious about Mira's strengths, he was simply unhappy not to be involved in the highest mission of the Fifty Bells League in the past. In fact, her remarks did not touch on Mira's prowess, which pushed her willingness to accompany her.

"What's the matter, snake, are you still not convinced? I think I can count on you enough."

I notice a snake with a non-floating expression and the Congo hangs its voice. The snake, responding to the words, slowly raised her face and opened her mouth as she peeked at the little-quail on the side.

"I'm not dissatisfied with her. But I can't accompany you... I'm restless. Just me in Hidun, out of company"

"Oh......"

The snake's remarks finally led to the Congo being good at it. This mandate is scheduled to be carried out with the total mobilization of Hidun. But only one person, only a snake, takes the form of being removed because of the number limit. The snake even thought it was better to be told that it was still out of battle.

With his arms around his thoughts, Congo roars "Hummm," turning its stern but seemingly gentle face to Mira, he now takes a one-time confirmation.

"That's the wagon the lady came on. The one that lets you tow it into the service system. I don't know because I've never seen it before, but are the three of us weighing in?

"No, weight shouldn't be a problem. Simply spacious. It's going to be cramped if the three of us sit down."

Mira thinks she has nothing to worry about in terms of weight. Because when I first showed Garuda the wagon, I was lifting it lightly with one limb. So I told him the reason was the breadth. Then, in response to that word, turn your body so that the snake devours Mira.

"You don't have to sit down. Standing undisturbed. You can hang me outside. So I hope to accompany you."

The snake pokes her hand at the seating table and rides herself out, begging as she sends her gaze to Mira to pray, with a face that she may cry out if she refuses.

"What do you think? Can we go?"

After a quail inquiry from the side, Mira draws the inside of the wagon behind her brain. And when I placed myself there with snakes, sasoris, and even more A-rank adventurers (female hopes) that I had yet to see to form a virtual harem, I giggled a little narrow, and let them conclude that there was no problem at all.

"Right. It gets a little narrower, but if it's still good, we'll be fine!

"... uh, yeah, then that means snakes are accompanied"

"Appreciation"

The quail permits Mira to accompany her with a sigh of breath inside of her, in full view of the sickness that seems to hold something in her belly somehow. The snake thanked him by lowering his head to hit the seating table.

Thus, the stronghold of the balance became four, and the conference moved to full operation.

The policy solidifies at an hour-long meeting and executives rush to contact and prepare at the same time as the dissolution.

All that's left is Mira and the quail. They put aside once when it came to the operation and discussed what had happened since they came to this world. The content was volatile, but mostly a pleasant conversation between friends.

Along the way, he also touched on the creation of the Fifty Bells League, but at that time, with eyes somewhere watching over his grandchildren, Mira heard the story. And I say a word, "I'll take care of it". For Uzume--Kagra, he was a companion he hadn't seen in a long time, and his figure and voice had changed as if, but one word of it fitted deep into Kagra's heart, indeed lit up like a bonfire, and instantly illuminated the present. The faceless bonds that grew up in virtual reality were felt undisputed authenticity, without being buried in the narrowness of time.

Kagra replied "Thank you" with a full smile, while concealing the lightness.