She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

one hundred and thirty

Time is in the middle of dinner. The canteen floor with dozens of restaurants entering as tenants was naturally crowded.

Covering dishes from all over the continent, there is not only food, but also a cafeteria, so to speak, a drinker, which is dominated by alcohol.

Returning to St. Polly to discuss what to do with the two captives of the Chimera Closen officials, Mira was searching around for the drinker on the overflowing dining room floor with hungry guests.

Oh, it looks like a tavern here.

Food samples exhibited in glass show windows. A brand of liquor lined up in countless lines. Mira, judging by the interesting appearance of some famous mass tavern, swiftly twirls the curtains.

"Welcome -. How many -!

When the clerk welcomed Mira with great prestige, like a wooden spirit from the back, the clerks "welcome -!" One voice after another.

Looks like a tavern I really remember. With that impression, Mira, who didn't visit as a guest,

"Oh, I'm sorry. Find someone you know. Can I look around the store?

and mouth in a slight fright.

"Yes, please feel free to go around"

In contrast, when the clerk said so with a bright smile, he went in and told me that the front side was the table seat and the back was the seating area, as well as the easy way to check all the seats.

Mira thanked him for his polite response and followed the way he was taught to check the store.

In the meantime, a cheerful greeting comes from the people. And it was no less than that, and the lively voices of the guests were everywhere.

It is a restaurant with an atmosphere that seems to be relevant in the words of tavern, banquet, welcome.

"I don't think so. I interrupted."

Mira, who circled the store, said so to the clerk at the entrance before leaving the store.

Then he said from behind, "Please come back!," a voice of unchanged prestige echoes.

With that in mind, Mira felt a little better and started looking for the next store.

The next store Mira visited was more full of hustle than bustle.

I wonder what time the hell you've been drinking, there are quite a few men who can do it.

It's troublesome to be made fun of. Mira tells the shopkeeper that she is looking for someone, and confirms the store in the distance.

That was the first sight that came to mind in the words of adventurer, liquor store, drunk,.

If you look closely, there was something like a stage at the edge of the store, where two adventurous, naughty men were having a bare-handed beating. Apparently, it's the store's policy to go over there if you want to fight.

The shopkeeper said it was surprisingly safe and spectacular because there was also alcohol filled with healing pills, complete with the staff of the saint, which meant it was good to come in.

If you look at the menu, it does have a pretty high percentage of liquor named Healing O-O. They use specially formulated restorative drugs to mix with alcohol.

Mira smiled bitterly, admiring the adventurer-like form of operation, leaving the scene early enough when she found out there was no one to look for.

The shop visited by Mira in the third house was a bar with a light and calm atmosphere, unified by indirect lighting.

Mira tells him she's looking for people just like she was earlier and looks in the store.

Who leans the glass alone. One who leans on two men and one woman. Who speaks softly to women. Also those who wait for it. Quiet interaction takes place there, unrelated to the hustle and bustle.

It was an adult bar that I could imagine with the words "from the customer there", an adult cocktail.

Mira was also spoken out by several people along the way, but she said it was because she was looking for people and said no with ease. However, the fact that some of them were women surprised Mira, and at the same time they planted the wrong impression that Flicka was not so special.

Apparently, this is the kind of store where men and women gather for an overnight encounter. There was still no such thing as a searcher in this store.

A good female warrior like Carnivorous waves toward Mira. Mira quickly jumped out of the store and headed to the next, greeting Flicka and the Alkite Castle samurai with an attractive smile.

The next house I found was a restaurant where all the dishes were fried skewers and featured a Japanese-style interior.

It's like a hidden famous store that you can imagine with the words "sitting area, tavern, alley, etc." Although the number of guests is high and not hidden.

Mira tells the clerk that she's looking for people, as she's used to, and looks around the store.

The sound of fried food coming from the kitchen. With a proper eye on the guest seats, meat such as skewers came into view. If someone hits a thickly chopped skewered fried meat, it sounds zero sakuri and comfortable.

Shrimp, squid, shellfish and other seafood were also abundant, and it should be said that there were over a hundred varieties of the menu, just fried skewers. Some of them even seem to have variations like cake and ice cream.

I want to stay in my seat. Desperately resisting such emotions, Mira drifted away from the skewers in tears.

"Oh, here you are!

That's how he turns about half way around the fourth total store, and Mira finally finds the person he wants.

"Hmm? What, isn't that Mira's lady? You were looking for me from that mouthful?

Behind the store, at the table there was Aaron eating a pile of fried skewers with a jock in one hand.

"Um, I have a lot to talk about."

"... well. Then let's go back to your room."

As Mira said with a gaze around her, Aaron nodded and drank all the beer left on the jock at once, guessing its intentions.

Aaron taking a seat. Mira stares at a mountain of fried skewers.

When Aaron asks a nearby clerk to wrap the rest of the skewers, he buys an extra bottle of booze before leaving the store. And I headed to the room where I was staying.

Mira had a full smile and followed.

Fifth floor of an esophagus threesome. Back in the room, Mira told Aaron what was going on, indulging in fried skewers.

Mira explains the details omitted. The relationship between Senki's burial site and the Melville Chamber of Commerce, the alchemist named Johann, the material on Black Misty Stone and the correspondence to bring it to headquarters.

Back auction venue found in wait time. Isaac the chimeric closen caught in the suburbs and a foreign body hunting man.

And I got everything from Isaac about the reality of a country called St. Polly.

"I see. I somehow thought the country had something to do with it, but I didn't know the country itself was a chimera..."

I guess I had an idea, Aaron muttered so with a surprising but magical face, mouthing the state of the investigation on St. Polly's side.

Nevertheless, it's only been a day and a little while since a full-scale joint investigation with Cyril and the others began. I don't have that much information on boulders.

There are only a few state-run facilities where residents don't even know what to use. That's what happened.

"Just in case, I was looking for that place, but after hearing about Mira's lady, don't seem more like fate. Besides, if we do, we'll be satisfied with the pace of development in this country."

It developed a place that was formerly a cliff in a wilderness uninhabitable to man as a capital no less than another country in only twenty years. That cannot be said to be impossible if we gather funds that go beyond the national budgets of the great Powers and pieces of technology from all over the world. Furthermore, there is the power of the art of transcending physics in this world. Depending on the user, it would also be quite accommodating.

"Um, sure. If that magnificent sight was a gift from the power of the spirits, you'd be convinced."

But if all the executives in the country are made up of chimera closens, then it's not the story. You don't need huge amounts of money, good magicians, etc. Because if you have the skill to manipulate the power of the Spirit, everything is enough.

Mira thought of a stunning cliff in her brain that was stair-like and tidy. And when I think that's the power of the Spirit, who has been deprived of his innocence, I softly lay my eyes on unspeakable emotions.

I haven't taken the back of the story yet, though, and I haven't decided to.

"Well, so what do we do with the officers and assassins who spit that information out?"

But Aaron was letting his fighting spirit dwell in his eyes in the way he was convinced that it would be the truth.

"Um, where should I carry it?"

It would certainly be assassinated in the country and in the Union's facilities. So now, Mira goes on to suggest if it would be best to have a hidden room rented to the Ebates Chamber of Commerce in Roseline. He also added concerns about escorts, such as prominence of summoning techniques.

"If that's the case, the branch of the Fifty Bells Federation would be the best. For the sake of time, we should also have a holding cell."

"Ho, really? It's been a long, tight bungalow."

branch of the Fifty Bells Federation. It was in the southern suburbs, looking like a small bungalow building. Although there was a deep basement, Mira recalls that she did not see a harsh looking place, such as a holding cell.

"Yeah, it seems more or less that way on the surface. I've never used it before, but the communication device was underground, right? According to the story, there's a cell hidden in the back."

"Oh, my God, I had no idea."

Once again, Mira thought of the communications room, and at the same time she was surprised that there was a nice room in a really convenient place.

"You seem to be hiding it because it's a specially made junction for the young lady of the quail. Naturally, you don't notice."

"The juncture. I see."

Aaron's words were somewhere admirable rather than respectful. Have you witnessed something extraordinary in the aftermath? Though he thinks so, Mira is heartfelt.

Some species have a classification technique called junction. Of these, the most diverse, large-scale and effective is the junction by Yin Yang. Snake feet, but it was also due to the power of this junction that the home of the Fifty Bells League could be located at the bottom of the lake.

"If that's the case, action is swift. I'll go to the branch and get ready to receive the prisoners. Mira's lady, bring her with her, the power of silence, so that no one can see them."

Aaron stood up so quickly that he poured water into the glass for a drunken awakening and poured it all at once. And put your cheeks back in the mood.

"Um, okay. If you were to carry the country's executive, you would stand out in boulders."

The sight of capturing and taking the guilty is not so rare in this world. Except if that makes you an executive officer of the state. The transfer should never have been seen by anyone, given the Chimera Clozen affair.

Mira, who naturally understands the matter, squeezes her face tightly while also taking into account the use of complete cover-up, and rises with a few pieces of fried skewers in her hand. You can't fight when you're hungry.

The city of St. Polly is bright lit by street lights even at sunset and bustling like noon. The scenery was created by the sacrifice of many spirits. Once he found out, he couldn't think of it as pretty or anything, and Mira, on Pegasus, closed her lid just as if to pray silently.

Considering also that someone in Chimera Clozen is looking for the two of them, Mira descends some way in front of her and returns to the point where she holds two of her captives on guard around her.

"Well, was there a problem?

When Mira quickly dived into the range of effects of optical camouflage, Words Lambert replied that one suspicious person had arrived but had never been noticed. And he said, "Have you decided where to carry it?," he continued.

"Um, I'm still not going to talk to you. There was a great place."

Mira, so satisfied to speak, commands the White Knight quickly and only, and puts the two captives in charge together. Some more than the Black Knight, but the colors, such as kidnapping, still appeared darker than the transfer.

That's a story, though, if you can see it. The white knight, responsible for Mira and Words Lambert, as well as Isaac and the foreign hunter, sizzles through the rocky mountains of the night to the city of St. Polly, leaving him completely disappeared with an optical camouflage.

So for about an hour and a little while, Mira was treading directly from the outer perimeter of the city while bypassing the road to the southern district where the branch of the Fifty Bells Federation was located.

That was the opposite of the city centre, and it was terribly quiet back there. It's not like there's no one there, but the workers who seem to be out of overtime and the guards around scatter pompous.

Street lights are less pronounced and the darkness is noticeable, and thus the footsteps echo again. Mira and Words Lambert should still be deluded. But the heavy footsteps of the White Knight will stand out unusually evil in its darkness.

"About five hundred meters to go. Words Lambert. How much time do we have left for complete cover?

Mira decides to use complete cover-up with little time left to avoid making any rumors that the country's executive disappeared the day she heard unidentified footsteps in the South End, saw suspicious people responsible for something, etc.

"Right......, should I have five more minutes"

"Hmm, that won't be enough."

There's still room for the rest of the time. Having so decided, Mira promptly instructed the activation of a complete cover-up and ran all the way to the branch of the Fifty Bells League.

And the price of running through five hundred meters in less than a minute will all be borne by the two prisoners. The impact would go without saying if you were shaken violently while being blamed on your shoulders unconstitutionally.

in front of the St. Polly branch of the Fifty Bells Federation. Mira slips out of the effect of total cover-up and knocks on its door.

The sound of turning the key rang small, and Aaron, who had come earlier to prepare the prisoner for reception, peered into his face.

"You really don't see it. Instead, I don't even know the signs."

After looking around to see, Aaron, who looked behind Mira's back, wraps his tongue around the fact that he has no sense of the presence of the two captives and the Spirit who would be there. And I said, "Are you sure you're here?" and utter the most questions.

"Isn't that awesome? Because the footsteps are remarkable. I want you to do everything you can."

Mira entered the branch with a proud grin and closed the door to make sure everyone had entered the room. And I say, "It's good enough," and I make you uncover it completely.

"Oh! This guy is amazing"

Suddenly, Words Lambert and the White Knight, as well as two men with blue faces in charge on their shoulders, appeared in front of them.

Aaron is stunned that neither the account polished by experience captured its existence, nor even the signs were uncomfortable.

"Mira's lady doesn't know how many times you've been surprised."

Aaron, witnessing that power beyond his imagination, raised his voice as a heartfelt surprise, laughing childish at the same time.

Aaron is still active after his epic years. Its willingness to go up yet, with just enough strength to be named to the upper ranks, seems to have burned more in front of forces that are not even comprehensible.

"I don't think so."

Mira told him to fall in love somewhere and let him flaunt his shoulder.

Through the hidden doors of the branch we descend into the underground communication room.

Black communications aircraft in grey, unified interior. Behind that room I've been here once. There was an unrecognizable iron door there.

Aaron, who leads the way, goes behind it. Apparently, that's the secret holding room.

"No, the express flight was arriving."

Aaron, with his hand on the iron door, looks back at the corner of the communication room. If you look there, there was a vermilion bird standing there named after you who really remembered you.

"Oh, I see. It's not too early."

The bird, is it about a meter long? Covering the whole body are bright peach feathers. A brilliant golden tail feather stretches smoothly from it. And he had a clear blue around his face, a birdy, riddled face.

His name is Piisuke. It is the supreme ceremonial god served by Kagra, the Nine Wise Men of Yin Yang Art, whose speed of flight exceeds two hundred kilometers per hour loosely, Peacock's Pea Aide.

From the look of it, he was raising the box with strings from his neck, and there was a cute cat mark and the letter Express flight.

Mira, who saw them, convinces me that it is indeed an express flight.

"Let's get this one cleaned up first."

Mira tells Aaron that Mira, who thinks it would be good to make Pee-suke wait any longer for her to be situated, will be delivering to her whining destination.

"Oh, okay"

Mira, who had deposited two of his captives with Aaron, who nodded and answered, ordered the White Knight to follow Aaron's instructions. Then the White Knight leaves Mira's side and refrains from following Aaron as ordered.

"I don't know, I feel like a Knights platoon captain."

Aaron, staring at only one white soldier and saying so, disappeared into the back room, accompanied by a white knight in a good mood.

"Well, Pee-sue ya. I asked for this guy."

In addition to the documents received from Johann, Mira will also include the black mist stone collected as a sample in the box raised by Peasuke from his neck. And on the table of the box, "Dangerous goods are strictly forbidden to be opened near the Middle Spirit," he wrote a note of caution.

(See you later. See you around the corner.)

All you have to do is pack everything you need and send it out. Having finished the work so far, Mira reaches out to the comms machine in an attempt to tell her that there has been dramatic progress in the last few hours.

"Wow."

Take the receiver and we'll be right over there. And Mira, who learns, doesn't say anything unnecessary, only says one word.

"Oh, Grandpa, I'm finally here! It's too late!

The voice of Kagra echoes about the quail in the communication room. At the same time, Mira turned her attention to Peasuke with a slight expression.

"Because I've been waiting for you for an hour!

A voice that can be heard throughout the communications room. Yes, the voice was not from the receiver, but from Pee-suke's mouth.

"What a mess this is."

Peesuke speaks in Kagra's voice. And it's not like when I was standing there earlier, it's a slightly funny behavior, it's moving vividly and humanly.

Are you imitating Kagra's movements, Peasuke had his wings tipped so that he could put his hands on his hips (?) and stare at Mira.

"What's going on?

Formula The Pea Aide of God pronounces the voice of Kagra, the Lord, and makes similar movements. It was completely unrecognizable, and Mira immediately realized it was a new skill.

Mira, who placed her receiver and crouched into the front of Pee-suke, caught such a Pee-suke in a truly enjoyable way, flipping up, down, left, and right, she observes with intrigue.

"Oh, hey, don't be abusive. Eyes go around."

Piisuke turned her eyes in Mira's arms with a screaming voice.

New skills, new developments. Kagra (now Piisuke), who remembered that Mira (Dumblrf) had no eyes for such things, began to explain with a sigh to Mira, who, when she managed to get out of custody, asked her to disclose information with a nasty eye.

That skill is called "consciousness synchronization." It is a skill that possesses one's consciousness exclusively with the squire created in Mana, and it is mainly one that shares vision and hearing, so that if one gets used to it, one can also synchronize movement to a certain extent.

However, even in tune, the surgeon's own senses, which are the main body, are not blocked, he said. Therefore, when the tonal opponent is shaken violently, as Mira did earlier, his senses intersect with those of moving violently, and he gets very drunk.

"If you are a squire created in Mana, can you use it even with a Martial Spirit?!?"

After listening carefully to the explanation, Mira approached Peasuke, speaking with excitement at the next moment.

"Eh. Maybe even the Spirit of Martial Arts can do it because it could be diverted to Necromancer."

If he is not turned upside down again, Peesuke says so at a distance.

Formula God, all of which is shaped by the mana of the sorcerer. In other words, it can be synchronized with any ceremonial god. In contrast, the summoning Valkyrie, Eisenfald, Words Lambail, etc. do not just create gates in Mana and shape the body.

But the summons of the Martial Spirit, that is, the artificial Spirit that dwells in what is created at the hands of man, is all constructed in mana, just like the ceremonial God. And this was also the knowledge that formed the basis of the summoning technique unraveled by the wise man Dumbleff.

Simply put, artificial spirits are software only and hardware needs to be made in mana. However, how can artificial spirits be so different is still in the process of being studied.

"Hmm, is that right? Then..."

"─ That's another time. More than that, Grandpa! You've been communicating because you need to talk to me, haven't you? First that way."

I guess it was anticipated, Peasuke says to block Mira's words.

It was Mira who took all her interest in the new skill, "Consciousness Syndication," but she couldn't speak to me until the end, pointing her lips back. But it is also important to tell them about the two prisoners. That's what Mira thought. She swallowed a tear of blood and gave up getting instant information and talking about her progress.

Mira talks about the back auction, the operational decision seven days later, said the man in the long coat, and the reality of the country, St. Polly, which was exposed by the captive Isaac,

"That's why. I'm about to hear a lot from another assassin-like guy."

That's the last thing I said to close it.

"Grandpa, you did it!

Pee-suke, who was listening still, speaks out so powerfully at the same time as it ends. And in a good mood, he often slapped Mira on the shoulder and dew his joy.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. I was just going to contact her, but if I could see her and listen to her, I wonder if it would be quicker to take her with me."

Mira thinks it would be quicker to stand up for the conscious tuned kagra than to report back on the results she has heard.

"If you're interrogating me, I'll take care of it. I'll be right there!

But Kagra, too. When Pee-suke left such a thing, he stopped moving as if his soul had fallen out.

"Do you want to go immediately? What's that supposed to mean? I would have been here now."

Mira leans her head toward Pee-suke, who is sitting in the same position as before and has no reaction.

Did you cut "Consciousness Tone"? It would have been nice to have stayed that way if I were to be present. With that in mind, Mira tries to hold up and shake to make sure Peasuke is completely unresponsive, or calls to her ear (?).

"Hey, what's going on? Reply."

Whether he shakes hard or flips high, Peasuke doesn't respond, and Mira decides that he's still out of tune. And think about the meaning of the last word you were saying: 'I'll be right there'.

And that was then. Mira's hands began to glow unexpectedly, and the next moment, the figure disappeared and Kagra herself appeared instead.

"Nah!?"

"Huh?"

Kagra suddenly appeared over Mira's head. Moreover, it is in the same condition as Peasuke, that is, with his head down.

The result goes without saying. Mira had no muscle strength to support each person, and Kagra fell upside down as it was. Naturally, Mira, who was underneath it, was not safe either, and the two bumped into each other and collapsed to collapse.

"No... Yikes. Why is the floor up there..."

"What, at all. What's going on..."

Mira and Kagra fell on the floor. That was truly a state of coincidence created.

Kagra cut in tune without explaining, a lightweight pea aid not aligned with the size of his appearance, Mira who was lifting it upside down. These combined resulted in a thrilling event, commonly known as Lucky Skebe, as if it were a cartoon. If there is only one difference, does that mean that they are both girls?

"Hey, Mira's lady. There was a loud noise, but what...?

Two people who fell flashy. Aaron, who came to confirm whether the sound and tremor had been communicated, puts a peek in his face, while at the same time complaining in front of the sight.

Mira with the floor on her back, a cagra covered in that mira. They were intertwined, so to speak, in the opposite direction.

Red and white. At first glance, a cagra of clothing resembling a witch outfit. However, there was a huge arrangement added, and the cat and meatball pattern was also adorned with the feathers of Thousand Early Years. And as a matter of course, the clear scarlet is compatible with the knee-length skirt. It's not strange to be classified as magic girl style, it was such a costume.

"Oh, Mr. Aaron? Evening."

He must have hit his head slightly, Kagra, who appeared from between Mira's crotches, turns to Aaron with a slightly hazy face as he holds his forehead down.

"Can't you say hello..."

Mira, who was beneath her crotch and hit her butt hard, peeked into her face from inside Kagra's skirt, whilst slipping away quickly.

"Ahhh...... that, what.... What's with the whale lady here?

Aaron reticed for a short while, completely meditating his eyes on the condition of the two, mentioning only the point of why the Kagra Fifty Bells Federation's commander-in-chief, Usume, is here.

"And that's why I'm here to question you."

"That seems to be the case. I mean, I got caught up in it. That's a good annoyance."

Mira and the quail recovered as if nothing had happened. The quail explains that he used special yin and yang techniques to exchange places with Pee-su in order to interrogate the two prisoners directly. Then Mira went on to say that she was suddenly pressed by a switched quail because she was lifting that pea aid.

"I didn't know you had that technique, but the boulder is a bearded lady. Then start interrogating me because I'm ready."

Hearing about the excuse, Aaron, who said so, went back behind the iron door trying to prompt him to look back quickly.

"Even so, Grandpa. I think those pants are too flashy."

"Lord, how many cat backprints are you going to have now?"

Where Aaron is gone, they say that and stare at each other. But that didn't last long. "Pervert," he said. If the quail spoke, he couldn't say anything back anymore, because Mira had no choice but to drool her head stunned and admit defeat.