ninety-two
Although we searched the command room for a dozen minutes or so, there are no useful clues left to say this, and Mira and the snake will be on the spot after while expecting the two corpse test combinations.
In the ops room, Aaron and Sasori kept crouching down on the floor, arguing with that and this.
"I don't know. Any clues?
Mira speaks that way to Aaron next to the snake who rendezvous with Sasori, who somehow began discussing it.
Aaron turns around for a moment and then answers, "Well, look," prompting his gaze to the floor.
There, the remains of the chimeric closen were arranged. Three short knives with incredible texts, several vials of liquid, a cloth engraved with magic formations, eight maps, and a permit for a dungeon.
Mira, who confirmed them, took one out of them.
"There are eight, but there are only two kinds of maps."
The map that I said and spread out was far more precise than what I used in the game days, and for a moment I couldn't tell where it was, Mira traces her memory with a slight frown.
"Oh, it seems so. One here, in the castle fortress of the balance, the other..."
It's not the Phantom Corridor.
Earlier than Aaron said the answer, Mira came to the thought of a dungeon that matched the drawings, gleaming and sharply mouthing the name.
"That's right. The Chimeras possessed each one of them one at a time. And that's the permit there."
Saying so, Aaron turns his gaze to the card placed on the floor.
"Do you think all four of them are the same?
Mira took one of them and raised questions. Because if you're going to act as a group, one permit is enough.
"Oh, one at a time. Well, the guys at Chimera are basically individualized. It's not weird. I'm guessing each of the four of them was on their own."
"I see. It's more discreet."
"That's why. Oh, no. How was it that way? Any luck?
Faced with anticipation by Aaron, Mira sat somewhat in front of a legacy arranged with a slight bitter smile and shook her head small to the side.
"Especially when it comes to this, bye. If you dare to mention it, I wonder if the ball that was supposed to have been embedded in the column has disappeared. Well, we can't tell if it was them."
Mira, who replied so, returns the map to its original position and sighs in a sense of infidelity and corruption.
"Hmm, pillar... pillar..."
Aaron, who received the report, growls so. And after a while of thinking, I pick up one of the bundles of paper and say, "Look at this," and give it to Mira.
Mira, who receives it, turns the paper around and looks through.
"Is this a sketch of that pillar?"
All of that bunch depicted a familiar landscape.
Yes, it's the view of the command room that Mira and the snake were looking into until earlier. There are also dozens of them drawn starting with bird 's-eye views of the command room and changing angles and perspectives. Moreover, there were numbers in one corner, and by matching them with the bird's eye view, it was possible to see from which point of view the drawing was made.
"Sounds like it. I don't remember how the sphere was, but there's still no mistake in seeing that this pillar has something to do with the Spirit King."
So Aaron took one more bundle of paper that was lined up, and rolled it up properly. Looks like there's another sketch of a similar pillar there.
"It's got the same painting on it."
Mira peeks into the paper Aaron has in his hand, compared to what he has in his hands. That seems to have been painted by someone else, with different paintings and different perspectives. However, the fact that the numbers were allocated was common.
"Yeah, so are the other two books. I don't know what this painting means, but first, I hope it's in our hands."
"That's right."
It is still unclear what use it is, but the sketch will be necessary for the purpose of the chimeric closen aimed at the Spirit King. Mira, bent in front of the legacy, returns the bundle of paper to its original position before running her eyes into the other bundle as well.
All the paintings were different, but the common denominator of sketching the pillars remained intact.
In other words, it is arguably this common denominator that matters most.
"Hmm, let's see what I can do."
Standing up, Mira walks out to the command room again with the bundle in her hand. Aaron followed the rest silently, anticipating how he seemed to notice something.
Once again overlooking the command room, Mira scrutinizes the sketches. Applying the numbers to the bird 's-eye view, they stood in that position and compared.
Compare appropriately. Having repeated that a little bit enough, Mira muttered, "I see," and laughed and showed Aaron as she watched.
I see you noticed something.
"Still no guess."
That's what Mira replied to the fun Aaron, sitting back somewhere on the ground as she was.
"In short, this sketch is meant to give you an accurate idea of where the sphere was fitted."
Mira shifts Aaron, who sits facing the front, to a bunch of paper with a glimpse and then a gaze in her hand.
"The position of the sphere? I mean, that arrangement made sense."
"Uhm. I finally realized it after being suggested and noted. Wow. My specialty. Apparently, every one of those pillars represents the Spirit."
"Representing the Spirit, or? I thought it meant something, but thank you."
Aaron growls wrinkly between his brows staring at the columns of the sketch. Aaron was gifted with the gift of seeing and remembering, but his knowledge of the invisible Spirit tends to be negligible. That's why I was working with the Fifty Bells Federation to pursue it.
"Well I guess so. I didn't realize it at first. But if you look at it better, it's familiar to me."
Mira continues to explain with a good face that Aaron will naturally not notice. That's something a warrior can't see. But Mira, a summoning magician, had seen it many times, and at the same time it was something that bothered her head.
"When, do you know something called a skill tree?
Before getting to the point, Fumi Mira asked.
Skill Tree, which is a clear tabulation of the flow of skills that are familiar with games and so on and that can become multiple branches and complexities.
"Skill Tree, huh? I feel like the smart ones were saying that, but I'm refreshed."
Something that exists in part even at Arc Earth Online, but apparently Aaron doesn't. Mira murmured "still don't you know" in response to the words, then appropriately opened the bundle of paper and placed it on the front.
"Miscellaneously, it makes it easier to visually understand multiple paths from lower to higher levels. Based on that, you can see better when you see this"
That said, Mira points to the hole in the column in the sketch.
"The Summoner is able to grasp the potential of the contracted Spirit in the form of a skill tree, but if you look at it, the arrangement of the holes in this pillar matched the shape of the skill tree. Well, there are some things I don't know, but I don't have a deal with all the spirits either."
Mira, who explained so far, stood up and circled, "This is the wind, this is the fire, this is the water," touching the pillars of the command room.
"So, I don't even know this guy and this guy, and this guy!
Finally, Mira clasped her three pillars in the palm of her hand with regret. As a summoner who can follow the Spirit, it seems intolerable that there is a Spirit who has no grasp at all.
Aaron was amazed at the number of spirits shown to be 'grasping', even though he agreed with such Mira's possession, which was a different field but somewhat understandable.
What I know is that I have a contract. Because Mira already follows so many spirits.
"Damn, it's huge."
Aaron muttered so heartily.
The arrangement of the holes in the columns made sense. Mira and Aaron start packing up more stories from there.
The two, who exchanged opinions to a lesser extent than enough, expected that a junction that suppressed the influence of the Spirit King was important not only for the sphere, but also for how it was placed.
Though I took the sphere or made the same one, the junction did not work properly. I realize what this hole placement means from that background, and I guess I sent personnel in to figure it out. That would also convince me of the meaning of the pillar sketch.
Having so concluded, Mira and Aaron returned to the Operations Room to explain the matter to Sasori and the snake.
"I guess there were four sketches to increase certainty. You were supposed to interfere with us."
"This would have been unexpected," Aaron smiles bitterly as he closes so, looking around at the burnt bodies rolling around him.
"They were all destiny, and they were all spares, right? Chimera is basically acting alone, but sometimes it's working on the same mission."
Grasping the meaning of the sketch that had four books, Sasori looks down at the corpse lying nearest him, saying so.
The body of something in terrible condition is brand new. That is the case with other bodies, and it would be fair to say that they were murdered at about the same time. These men, who visited the site at the same time on the same mission, were buried at the hands of the same person. As a result, the sketch will not reach under the chimeric closen in all the spare parts, and the means of sealing the Spirit King should not be complete.
"Well, what do we do? If the sketches don't arrive, they should send in new personnel again. Wait for it. Now it's time to capture it."
That's what Aaron tells Mira and the others to look at. This assignment of the Fifty Bells Federation is to capture the Chimera Closen executives. But it was the intervention of the third force that killed the target and ended in failure.
Next, how does it work? It's up to the four of us here to decide what to do.
If a new executive is to be sent, we need to first realize that the operation has failed. That decision would be made if sketches were not received beyond the due date.
Meanwhile, rather than wasting time, the means of capturing recipients who would be ahead of delivering sketches were also conceived. And the delivery address is almost finalised due to the existence of a map and a permit.
"I think we should go to the Phantom Corridor. If they had a permit, they would have gone directly from here. If it's just right, wouldn't it be nice if we delivered instead?"
Mira takes a book of sketches and even smiles thin with a bright black atmosphere far from its appearance.
"Oh, right. That's probably the best part."
Aaron also hoisted the end of his mouth like Mira again, laughing cunningly. Speaking of snakes, we've widened the map of the Phantom Corridor and are already checking the structure.
"But surely, five people are going to the Phantom Corridor, right? I feel like I can leave it to you."
A phantom corridor supposedly home to the Spirit King's castle at its deepest depths. Hidun, an elite of the Fifty Bells League, has been sent to three locations, including this mission. Sasori's words were a statement of trust in such a companion.
"I'd like to, but the situation seems to be moving a little bit. If we were to deliver the sketches directly to the Phantom Corridor, that would be the last place to finish them. Perhaps their hands are imminent to the present of the Spirit King."
"Right. What I was exploring here would undoubtedly be a means of sealing the power of the Spirit King. As Mira's lady said, it's not strange to have multiple escorts, given the importance of the Chimera operation at the end of the day."
Aaron picks up a map of the Phantom Corridor and says as he spreads it.
Things are going a long way. That's enough to assume that the rest is close to being ready if the sketch delivers. Mira and Aaron, and the snake read it from the legacy.
"Eh. I mean, maybe the five of us won't be able to deal with it because of the intensity of the war."
With an extremely concise understanding of the descriptions, Sasori tilts her neck and turns her gaze to Mira and Aaron as if seeking an answer.
"Well, yeah"
Affirming Aaron goes on to say, when he gets one of the sketches, "This is what we're talking about on the assumption that this is just four books," and mouths another reasoning.
"If one of us was running away from four people, there would be another book."
If you dispose of the sketch, you will be able to stop the thought of Chimera Clozen. But be careful, even as it stands, we had all the spares around us. Maybe the fate has already been delivered. That's what Aaron thought.
Four bodies scattered on the floor of the ops room. Mira, who looked around at them all the time, depicted behind her brain the cause that created it.
I think the fifth line is thin.
"Ho, the rationale is"
Mira says, Aaron listens back with interest.
"When he found out that we were not enemies, such as the people of the sky, he would send information to discipline and then go home. I asked the snake, but he's a cleric, and the murder seems like a lawsuit. But still, I dyed my hands with blood."
There is no fifth person. "Remember the look on that man's face," adds Mira, who conveys the underlying information, thinking of the man in the long coat.
"... I see. If only one of you had escaped, you wouldn't have talked to us for a long time."
The face of a man in a long coat with eyes as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword. That look Aaron recalled certainly had as much willingness to kill as he could convince.
That's not what I'm talking about.
Mira glanced back at Aaron, nodding as she was impressed.
After the next destination was thus set for the Phantom Corridor, a line disposed of the remains of Chimera Clozen.
The short knife, created to do harm to the Spirit, is shattered by a razor with a small white wooden hammer, the snake uses necromancy to lightly blast the corpse of the chimeric closen, and Aaron throws a sketch into its blast flames.
Mira, who left the task to the three of us, was in front of a table in the middle of the command room. It is an emergency evacuation device to escape the castle fortress of the balance.
There are strict conditions that require the protection of five or more spirits to be used, and as far as I can see, there are no traces of recent use. Mira, who had confirmed it during the search for the command room, said there was no fifth person in Chimera Clozen, including this.