She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

One hundred and fourteen

As we continued along the black passage, we saw a slight blue light swinging ahead. Mira, who turned off the intangible lights wondering if anyone was there, slowly moves forward in preparation for a time of need.

But when I approached him, I realized that the light was just lighting. Overwhelmingly light intensity is scarce compared to the light of the Light Spirit. That was something that looked creepy somewhere, unreliable as if it were a nearly cut guiding light. In addition, they are lit at random, not at equal intervals, and they applaud the creeps.

Nevertheless, lighting would not be installed anywhere that made no sense. Mira and the others rely on the lights first.

On the way down the aisle, I peered into the small room by the way and looked for clues, but I found no such thing as a wreck or burial place.

Is that why, fortunately, there was no such thing as a guard stationed, and the two men exploring with caution were well on their way back.

That's about twenty minutes after I stepped into Senki's burial ground. Mira and Sasori find a staircase leading into the deeper basement.

Is it about a hundred meters long, the steps were slightly inconsistent, and the walls were lit with tiny blue fire and creepy swaying.

"Follow me in the underworld."

"Stop it, Mira..."

As Mira mouthed the looking atmosphere intact, Sasori closed her cat ears and gave her an anxious look, stopping by Mira's side only one step. Apparently, Sasori has a chig-hugging side where she's good at night darkness but not good at the occult kind.

Carefully down the stairs, they reached a space that stretched up, down, left and right.

"Apparently, it's the real deal from here."

Mira squeals so, in front of that vast space. It was structured like a circular theatre. On the front there is a staircase leading to the lower level, and on the left and right there are several layers of corridors overlapping the space. Countless entrances to the small rooms were seen in that corridor, and a peek showed that this was the essence of the burial ground.

You mean all this hole is a tomb?

Mira leaks her sigh at the number of graveyards she can't stop looking around the whole thing. I wonder how many skeletons are sleeping.

The surrounding space was filled with red light, and its light sources were filled with columns that protruded from within a tower that could reach the centre.

"It feels special just over there."

Look at the tower that is reaching to the ceiling and the sasori speaks so. And Sasori was right, the tower, which was staggeringly carved with many shapes and characters, was clearly heterogeneous even on this occasion.

"Right. Let's see if there's a clue."

On the lowest level of the tower there is a hole that looks like an entrance. It would likely be the center of Senki's burial site, where some important clue would be asleep. The two who thought so proceeded towards the central tower.

That's how he arrives in the lower square, and when he comes all the way to the entrance to the tower, Mira stops inadvertently.

I think there's someone in there.

For not being able to cover it up completely, Mira was always concerned with Biosensing. Although the range varies depending on the circumstances such as the shield, no reaction other than the sasori accompanying him was felt so far on the road. But now I catch the reaction of someone in the tower. It had not moved much from the spot and was in a position some way up the tower.

Oh, you're up there.

Sasori, whose ears were clear and nerves pointed, also seemed to feel its presence. Time is already late at night and there are no patrol soldiers around.

Who the hell is it? I wonder if the guards are also stealing again, the two think.

But having someone there also means that there is something there.

"Looks like it's worth checking out."

"Yeah, you are."

I might be able to find some important clues. The two suppressed feelings of deviation and stepped inside the tower as they summoned perception.

The tower was also bright again and the spiralling staircase continued all the way up. Seems like a structure with a central part in each floor room with an entrance halfway through the stairs. With the stairs constantly arcing, there's a risk that they'll just face to face, but with the sensing abilities of the two of us, there doesn't seem to be a problem.

Pass upstairs with an unplugged foot, then through the third floor to reach the fourth floor.

The signs were there. Mira and Sasori peek softly into the room, sticking to the wall. And the two saw the man in the suspicious mask.

In the room on the fourth floor, three large coffins were placed. The inner two have the lid open and one remains closed. There was a horizontal hole in the wall where the coffin would have been delivered. If you look, apparently the suspicious person was dragging the coffin out.

It's like a spiritual weapon. Attributes are flames, effects are reflections, etc. Besides, have you been shady?)

With his coat around him, Mira intuitively discerns its performance. Just looking at it reveals the properties of Spiritual Martial Arts. Mira had unconsciously realized that this would also be the effect of the protection of the Spirit King.

"Like this, in time, take it, come on!

Along with a grudgingly hung voice, the mask figure pushed open the lid of the coffin. The voice is a fine soprano, and it can be seen that the person is a woman.

After opening the coffin, the shorter purple-haired woman starts fishing inside with her bumpy and silly words in her mouth.

Mira, staring at the situation for a while, gently pulled herself back and signaled to Sasori, 'Down', leaving the scene and going down the stairs.

Then they dive into a small room on the third floor and start a small meeting in a whisper.

"You didn't seem like a guard."

"Mm-hmm. That coat I had woven, a pretty powerful shady spiritual weapon. It seems to be as powerful as the other executives."

The woman who was on the fourth floor didn't look so powerful just at first glance. But he tells me that the gear wrapped around him is not the only one. The spiritual power that Mira fought in the ancient ring gates and felt equal to the armor worn by the executives of Chimera Clozen was emanating from the woman's coat.

"If you have all that gear, it means you're not at least on the bottom line."

"Yeah, and it doesn't seem like it has anything to do with Chimera more than being here."

The burial site of Senki, where his involvement with Chimera Clozen has become thicker. A woman with a suspicious mask working in its centre. Wrapped around it are shady spiritual weapons equivalent to the executives of Chimera Clozen. With all this circumstantial evidence, one possibility is presented.

"... Could it be an executive? Chance to catch him?"

Yes, Sasori spoke of possibilities. Then narrow your eyes and concentrate your consciousness on the signs of the hunter as upstairs. There is no sign of a woman moving on the spot. Looks like they're still fishing for the coffin that opened the lid earlier.

"This must be a great opportunity."

Mira had come to the same idea again.

It is a good opportunity to accomplish the captivity of the Chimera Closen executives, which could not be fulfilled in the previous mandate. Immediately having so decided, the two smile at each other face thinly. Then he carefully went up the stairs to find out more about the woman.

The woman seems to be picking something out of the coffin. Mira and Sasori also ran their eyes to the details of the woman, peeking only one eye while still sticking to the wall.

Then they pulled their faces in a little bit, and now they go back to the downstairs room and resume the small meeting.

The content of the next discussion is how to attack. But they were roaring about what was going on there. I didn't possess a weapon or anything, even though I observed the woman in the neighborhood, and I didn't see anything that could identify her class.

The means of "investigating", which can be used by former players, cannot be used unless the face can be ascertained, and is powerless against women wearing masks.

It is only natural and usual for the opponent's class to change their methods of warfare and stand around in their favor. Interpersonal battles are such driving and application profitable and defensive, and Mira and Sasori naturally grasp it that way.

This time, however, the coat woven by women was thick, and it was impossible to ascertain what kind of equipment was underneath it, and it appeared that either the warrior or the magician could not be discerned.

"Their gear is insulting. If you keep the Spirit Sword hidden, it's in this lockdown. The damage must be enormous."

That's what Mira says, reminding me of the Spirit Sword of Fire that the executives had. If you release the same amount of power on this spot, it would be very troublesome for you to have no escape.

Spirit weapons vary in performance depending on the power of the Spirit. We need to be careful not only with weapons, but also with protective equipment. Especially the coat where the spiritual power of the flames resides will not be hurt by a half-breed attack and will suffer a handached counterattack. Mira explained to Sasori adding the information she had seen and gained.

Even if I didn't know what kind of product they were going to use, I was confident that Mira would twist it down without a problem. But if it becomes noisy, it will become more vigilant and difficult to explore later.

Capturing executives does not necessarily ensure useful information. It is also an occasion where careful action is required so that a second and third means can now be taken.

It had to be decided in one blow with maximum firepower. It was when Mira was figuring out a way to do that while a temporary silence flowed.

"I don't know how much it changes with Spirit Martial Arts. I don't think she's too strong."

Though he obscured the end of the phrase when he thought it, Sasori said so with a sure look.

"Oh, really?

"Yeah, I've been watching a lot of movements like posture and foot lifting, but it didn't look like I was working out my body"

When Mira asks, Sasori speaks of the rationale for thinking so. They say it's the result of an overall judgment of previous experience, covert knowledge, etc.

"I see. Then there seems to be a gap."

In terms of such an observational eye, Sasori's ability to be elite was something Mira also acknowledges. Convinced, Mira begins to work out a method of warfare with her fingertips attached to her jaw. That's when Sasori took the little sphere out of her nostalgia,

"With the instantaneous power of me and Mira, I'm sure we can seize Spirit Martial Arts before they use it. So before you do, can I try one?

said, hoisting the end of his mouth with a suspicious grin.

"No, what is that?

Mira stares at the black sphere to the point where she flaunts it with her fingertips and, surprised, frowns at it. It was, at first glance, like deer manure. But when I put my face closer, it smelled slightly sweet, and Mira leaned her neck even further.

"This country, the chairman of the chamber of commerce is just the head, and there's really all kinds of things for sale. So, this is a sleeping pill made from a mixture of rare ingredients found in a city store. When you light it, you get a thin smoke, and when you inhale it, even the Grand Bear keeps you asleep for the whole day, you should."

It was also a sasori that obscured the end of the story, but this time it was as grandly chested as the usual Mira. I guess I'm too confident.

"You're not supposed to? You've never tried it?

"This is the first time I've ever made material because it's too rare to get it before. But I'm pretty sure it worked because I formulated it exactly as the literature says!

I know how to make it, but it seems to be the first time I've actually made it. When Mira turned her suspicious glance at something frigid, Sasori did not seem to have shaken that confidence, although it had drawn her cheeks slightly.

From what I've heard, the source of Sasori's confidence is apparently in the literature. They say all of the formulations listed there are extremely effective, and this sleeping pill is perfect because history is also what demonstrates the effect.

"Well, if you can't, you just have to keep it on schedule."

The purpose would be easier if the medicine worked and there would be no particular inconvenience if it did not. Having so concluded, Mira acknowledged with a little bit of interest the knowledge of the covert skills that Sasori was acquiring.

There are also spiritual weapons that increase resistance to state abnormalities, but fortunately women's spiritual weapons do not have their performance. Mira, who was so intuitive, thinks that there is a great chance that sleeping pills will work. Even if it doesn't work, the next hand is assumed to be forced to paralyze the demonic eye by saying something to the magic.

"But I thought, if things went well, would it be okay to take them out as they were? The guards at the entrance must know that he's here. If it doesn't come out all the time, it's going to make a scene."

The executives don't come out with them in. There were four guards at the entrance and exit. Without a doubt those four will be watching where the woman Mira and the others are after enters the ruins. Naturally, if you don't come out for a long time, you should come looking for me.

If there were any signs of combat on this scene, it was felt that the executives had been abducted and the vigilance would have been even more severe. I'm still looking into the Melville Chamber of Commerce. When it gets noisy, it gets harder to explore.

Nevertheless, there will be no problem in terms of traces of combat, as the Miras will soon be able to put an end to resistance.

"Sure. So, wait outside? If you're missing once you're out there, you'll make a few days."

"That's right. If he stays alone after he leaves, he may have a chance to capture him. But it's harder."

If he is no longer here, the guards will soon realize that there will be noise tomorrow. But if you go outside, that is, outside the facilities of the Melville Chamber of Commerce, you can't immediately grasp that you're gone, and yet you can blur your association with the Melville Chamber of Commerce.

But what you do is kidnap. It needed to be done without anyone finding it. Because of this, it's a better opportunity now to block the escape than outside without knowing whose eyes are where, and yet with only one opponent.

And they are executives and thinkers who would have important information. Try the Fifty Bells Federation, it's a source you'll never miss. The option not to execute does not exist.

"I have an idea, okay?"

After some discussion, Sasori, who had thought about it for a while, said so and presented a proposal.