She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Hundred and seven.

Upstairs in St. Polly's City Inn, The Edible Sangami. Many restaurants connect the houses. In the waiting room there was Cyril and Asbal sitting back on the couch making fun of each other.

"I've got a special guest."

Zeph, who leads the way, speaks that way to those two.

"This is an odd encounter."

"Oh! If you think of me as someone!

As several unrelated gazes gathered that responded to his voice, Cyril and Asbal, turning around, smiled in surprise at what Mira looked like there.

"You look fine. I never thought I'd see you like this again."

Mira smiles at those two again. A man with short, mowed red hair full of wild flavors is Asbal, one who accompanied him to the ancient temple of Nebrapolis. In contrast to him, the red-haired, long-haired, neutral-looking man is Cyril, head of the Ecalato Carillon. He is a former player, as is Mira.

"I'm surprised, too. Nevertheless, this city brings people together. Maybe there are a lot of these coincidences."

"It sure is. If things gather, people gather too. Plus, there's plenty of dungeons."

Many restaurants in the cafeteria district, which is also an inn sale. Mira agrees as she looks around at the divergent guests of both the race and profession that gather there.

Many people and supplies flow from all over the continent to St. Polly, a trading country. In fact, there are many dungeons around the city. We have all the tools we need right away and plenty of places to hunt. It would be a pretty good city, especially for adventurers.

"By the way, what business is Mr. Mira here on? What does that have to do with the date of the example?

Yes, the word "date" is the example Cyril spoke of. It is a clue that Mira once asked Cyril and the others to look for traces of the Nine Wise Men.

And speaking of current errands, it was also a somewhat prone situation where the General Commander of the Nine Sages, the Fifty Bells League, was working with the Fifty Bells League to fight Chimera Closen for the purpose of bringing him back to the country.

"Hmm, half, let's see..."

Shortly after she answers that after worrying, Mira raises her voice as if she remembers something, "Well," takes out a dated note she once asked Cyril and drops her gaze there.

"After asking the Lord and others, for June 18, 2132, it was self-fulfilling. You can take it off."

That date was the day when the Commander-in-Chief of the Fifty Bells League, Kagra of the Seven Stars, descended into the world of this reality of the game. Happiness or unhappiness, if the Nine Wise Men have something strong, they have a good chance of causing a commotion when they appear in this real world, and that can be a clue.

The case of Kagra was, in a way, a coincidence but was found safely. So I don't need to look up the date anymore.

"I see. I see."

That being said, Cyril took a note from his nostalgia and drew a single slant there.

"And that's not why I'm here. Well, can we talk here..."

Mira, who looked around and then stood up, said to Cyril, "The Lord will judge me," and then briefly overheard about the chimeric closen. The man in the sky told me there was a Chimera Closen home somewhere in St. Polly.

Cyril's expression takes him seriously as he listens.

"I see. I don't know where your eyes and ears are, and that's better not to talk about here. But it's irresistible good news. Let's change places. Let me know more."

Cyril, who understands the situation, says so and gets up. Although it has not been made public, the matter of chimeric closen was a major problem in the country and in the upper echelons of the Union. If you continue to harm the spirits like this, I wonder if the spirits will soon begin to retaliate against people.

Moreover, the Chimera Clozen, which is the cause of this, is not only part of the national investigation network, but it is like grasping a cloud that cannot confirm the entity.

It is said that the home of such a chimeric closen is near this city. The information seems to have kindled Cyril's faith, which worries not only about men but also about the Spirit.

"Uhm, that's good"

I taught Cyril about the home of Chimera Clozen for a reason. I don't know how long it will take Mira and Aaron alone to find their home base based on the vague information 'Somewhere in the Country'. And now that the chimera had begun to move heavily, there was also a fear that the longer it took, the more disadvantaged it would become.

Fortunately, Cyril and the others are trustworthy. Mira feels that way, so she discloses the information and asks for help.

And Cyril was drawing Mira's will like that again.

Thus, in order to discuss the secret, the six men who were to move the venue to Cyril's room walked out to the stairs.

"Oh, Mira's lady. You were already back."

Just back Aaron and I bowled together on the stairs. Aaron on his way upstairs, he must have walked around pretty tired.

"Hmm, just fine. Will you come with me?"

Mira grinned all the time that it was convenient and pointed upstairs. Aaron is currently gathering information about the home of Chimera Clozen. The exchange of information on today's achievements will also be good for Cyril and the others. That's what Mira thought.

"Hmm? Oh, okay"

Aaron glances at the faces he is with Mira and then nods and answers, staring and laughing bitterly at the end of the stairs extended near the goal.

Mira and the others surrounded the table in one of the rooms where Cyril was staying on the fifth floor of the inn. There's only the head of the famous guild. The room is big there, and even with seven people, there's still room for seats. Then the interior is very simple.

"First of all, this man is Aaron, an adventurer who is currently working with us on an operation."

Mira introduced herself unexpectedly where Emera had finished distributing tea to everyone. At the same time, the gaze of everyone there concentrates on Aaron sitting next to Mira.

"It's Aaron. Say hello."

Aaron stared straight back at each gaze and then slowly said so.

"So, these people..."

"Cyril, leader of the Alliance, Ecalato Carillon and would be its members"

Mira now tries to introduce Cyril and the others, and Aaron makes them say it without waiting.

"What did you know?"

"Well, you're famous. Instead, I'm surprised that Mira's lady knew her."

Aaron answers as naturally as he loosely keeps his body on his back and puts his arms together, and he backs off to Mira's connections, including those who call him Patronger S.

"I had an edge in front of me. I'm sorry for being so arbitrary, but I'm going to tell these people about the home of the chimera. So I'm trying to give you a hand, but I don't know."

This case is, so to speak, ex post facto consent. It was supposed to be about consulting Aaron, who would work with him, before deciding whether to disclose the information, but Mira has already told Cyril only one thing. But when it came to Aaron, he instantly replied, "That's a name," without any hesitation.

He is a very famous guild among adventurers when it comes to Ecalato Carillon, as well as a particularly sloppy acclaim for his morality. Neither that nor this presupposes the character of Cyril, the leader of the regiment, and the kind would be the result of calling friends.

For the Fifty Bells Coalition against Chimera Clozen, Ecalato Carillon can be a good understander. This is a powerful edge to which Mira is connected.

In addition, many members will be able to search extensively at once. For Aaron, who was tired of walking around all day, he was so opponent that he wanted to bow his head and ask for help.

"Well, let me explain."

Aaron squeezed his remaining strength into his wish and explained the details to Cyril and the others, including about the Fifty Bells League.

"I will definitely help!

At the same time as I finish listening to Aaron, Flicka speaks up first. Flicka, a magician, felt twice as angry about the work of Chimera Closen because the Spirit existed closer.

"Yeah, I'll help, too."

Following Flicka, Emera also offers her cooperation. She is originally a hobbyist like hanging out for free with two kids trying to go to a dungeon. Such Emera's temperament did not change against the Spirit, and he showed a willingness not to hate fighting Chimera Clozen.

"If that's what you're talking about, it's my turn."

"If you don't move here, you're not a man."

Zeph and Asbal also express their participation by saying so. After all, there seems to be a gathering of similar temperaments.

"So let us at Ecalato Carillon give our full support to the Fifty Bells Federation."

Where everyone on the spot was willing, the leader of the regiment, Cyril, assembled it and confirmed his cooperation.

"Oh well. Thankful."

Is it because he was released from running around alone, Aaron thanked him with a heartfelt relief?

This is how the Fifty Bells Federation and Ecalato Carillon fight together, and the operational conference begins as it is. Discuss the method and location of the investigation as a top priority to avoid being felt by Chimera Clozen.

The meeting was on the way and lasted until late at night as dinner was pinched.

"We know each other around the corner, and let's get some rapport going in the bath. If it's time now, you'll be free."

When the operation and the cohesion meal are over, Zeph says so and stands up. Time is just past ten o'clock at night. However, the baths in this inn are available at any time except for cleaning time, so they are more generous with fewer people being a little slower.

"That's good. We're going to be on the same front together."

"Right. What do you think, Mr. Aaron?"

Cyril continues to snort again as Asbal rises to agree. Talk fully in the big bath with your new buddies. The adventurers seem to agree to deepen rapport in that way.

"Fine. Let's go."

Aaron answered as he deserved and went to the bath with Cyril and the others.

Flicka dropped off such a bunch of men with a suspicious grin. Talking in the bath is an adventurer's promise. And Flicka thought. Speaking of which, Mira and I need to take a bath together yet.

"Now it's a corner, and as adventurers, let's get closer together."

Yes, Flicka turned around hiding her true intentions. But that gaze poured on Mira was brilliantly stained with speckles, and he spoke eloquently of being full of passion.

Shortly after, Flicka is tied with a rope for each chair. That was a stunning restraint due to Emera's vibrant technology.

"Well, shall we take a bath too?"

After checking the rope for looseness, Emera invites Mira, as is so obvious.

"Um, yeah. Let's go."

Mira stands up slowly, hiding the little monstrosity that resides behind her eyes. Idiot, it's second-rate to be emotionally alert to honesty. So Mira pretends to be calm if she doesn't snap like Flicka. But as a result, he had a full look of anticipation, like the girl the day before he went to the amusement park.

"Please, wait, I'll never get my hands on you, I promise. Because I'm a newborn -!

Flicka cries and begs the two of them to leave the room. I rattled the chair, rolled the momentum over, and still said, "I promise -!" I repeat. The figure was pitiful, even from the eyes of the targeted Mira. And Emera's a little pully.

"Well, look, it's not what I'm talking about."

Looking at it and Mira mouths it like that, Emera sighs loudly and then mutters, "Something, I'm sorry," to untie Flicka.

"It's a promise."

"I swear to God in heaven and earth"

Flicka, kneeling as a knight to Emera's words stabbing the nail, uttered the oath with an unprecedented and truly serious face.

Mira and Emera came to the first floor of the inn with Flicka, who grew up. The hall in front of the bathroom, opposite the entrance, is quite quiet, coupled with the late hour, and the guests of simple clothing are simply neglected.

Unlike restaurants, the souvenir shop located in the hall was already closed. It is a strange time to be somewhere fun while still being silly.

The bathroom is divided between male and female water. Mira opened the door with dignity and stepped into the flower garden, butting the men who looked sneakingly and intriguingly at the women's water. Boundaries never crossed by a man. Mila, who crossed it lightly, laughed with her eyes overwhelmingly at the men who seemed to soften, "This is not the difference between me and the Lord."

Mira turns to Emera and Flicka whichever way she takes off her clothes at the stripper. Then, as a matter of course, Flicka and I exchanged our gazes. But it's only a moment, and in some cases, it's just a moment to blame.

I guess it's not a coincidence, though, that it's about Flicka. In fact, she still makes her gaze around to peek into the gap. Nevertheless, Mira has little shame about being seen naked in the first place. Flicka just observed me so much that I didn't feel anything and even thought I might get a little excited. It's just too intense contact is a hassle.

Having thus finished taking off her clothes, Mira takes a closer look at Emera and Flicka's change of clothes before walking slowly into the bathroom. Half-naked flicka must be the type to lose weight, her chest was more overwhelming than Emera's.

Bathrooms don't seem that special. If I dare to mention it, would it be an interior like money and water reminiscent of the times? There was a large stone hot tub at the far back, with a large painting of a flower garden in the woods on one side of the wall.

Everything on the front side is in the washroom. If you come in and look immediately to the left, there is also a sauna and a water bath. The bathroom where Mira stepped in provides a relaxing but not luxurious space to relax.

The size is there too, and about thirty people will be able to bathe at the same time. But now it's time, or there were only enough bathers in the bathroom to count.

"Baths are good."

"That's right."

Mira stretches out her whole body greatly in the hot tub. Next to it Emera agrees with a relaxed tone. Flicka, forming in the front of Mira and only heavily soaked in water, was teary-eyed when bathed because Emera took away her glasses.

"And I'm surprised Mira was with that 'Aaron the Thousand Weird Undefeated' guy."

Yes, Emera says, a little excited. Aaron seems like quite a celebrity among adventurers if you ask me. The strength, backed by a rigid and solid experience of quality, has been recognized by many countries, and officials have been invited to do so many times, he said.

"Oh, my God, you're such a big guy"

When Mira said she was impressed, "Not as good as Mira's lady," Aaron's voice echoed from across the bathroom wall. The more I saw it, the more money it seemed, and there was a slight gap on the wall separating male and female water.

"What are you saying? I'm not just an adventurer."

"Right. That's what I'm gonna do."

If Mira raised her voice slightly toward the man water as she rose from the hot tub, Aaron's voice would return with some laughing interactions.

Pinching such a short conversation, Mira heads to the washroom with the appropriate bath chair and bucket in her hand. And he looked up on the way up, and there was a man who peered his face from the gap above the wall.

The man, Zeph, when found by Mira, lurks his favorite colors and stares at each other with a straight face.

"What's a peek? Damn, you're young."

Mira smiles invincibly, hoisting her mouth end while placing her bath chair and bucket in the washroom, rather admiring Zeph's thoughts as if he were a school-tripping boy and his ability to act on them.

"Uh... uh. Pretty big, huh?"

Suddenly a salutation, Zeph said that seriously, looking like his first pageant.

"Surely the Lord prefers a bigger one?

"Yes, I like it enough to zero out of my hands"

With a provocative grin, if Mira lets her breasts come up with both hands, Zeph answers with silly honesty with a proper salute.

"Well, you won't find anything but me."

Mira, who greatly understands and supports Zeph's feelings of dreaming truly honestly, was then in the enchanting garden and advised Zeph with a sense of superiority.

"Thank you for your concern."

Zeph was as fluent as a gentleman in thanking him, but shortly afterwards, his cheeks were drawn and hardened. Because Emela, who stood in a barrel of anger, looked to Zeph with the eyes of a hunter who found his prey.

That's when Zeph tried to mouth the excuse he was thinking about, a dry sound rang out in the bathroom, followed by a bitter groan that sounded smaller.

(Nanbu)

Mira prayed for Zeph's, at least, blessing as he disappeared across the wall.

"Mira, Mira. It's a day to deepen rapport, so let me handle it."

Emera came under Mira, who sat back in the washroom, saying so as if nothing had happened. Then he stands behind him and starts washing Mira's hair quickly. They say washing and washing is the promise of the adventurers who deepen rapport.

Emera washes Mira, Mira washes Flicka alternately, and Flicka washes Emera alternately. It would go without saying that Flicka was stuffy while she was being washed.

Thus were the Miras, who had gained full rapprochement.