She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

one hundred and thirty-eight

Hidden passage leading to the home of Chimera Clozen. Mira and the others waiting at that end point are contacted by Aaron of a separate squad through the ceremonial god.

The contents were successful control of the control base and confirmation of the shutdown of all functions. Now all the home defenses are crapped.

However, Flicka adds to the report that it felt unnatural somewhere.

A junction stretched to protect the center of the base. I was trying to disarm it, and it suddenly disappeared even though I hadn't even finished the first half of the process.

There are two things you can think of. Death of a conjunctural surgeon. Or have you disarmed yourself? The former was fine, but as the latter did not know what thoughts were lurking, Flicka uttered words that drew attention.

"Okay, I'll be careful. And good luck with your assignment. Leave the rest to us!

The last time Kagra says that and cuts the communication, he explains the contents of the turnaround report to Mira and Cyril.

"Hmm. It means we're finally ready."

Mira, sitting on the ground, hips up and stretches wide.

"We have to work hard to beat them there, too."

How many, how many will be the tenth, Cyril, who finished wrapping the worker in a captive cloth, regained his temper as he rolled it by the mouth of the main entrance.

I'm guessing the control base raid has considerably affected it, and the hidden passage is getting noisy inside. But it's also between bundles. As if it were an uprooted fish, Mira and the others were going to wait for the next one, so it turned out to be a straight shot.

Most of them have been captured, and now they're pretty quiet in the hidden passage.

"In a few moments, our control unit will be here as well, so let's leave these guys to themselves..."

Saying, Kagra threw a single ceremonial note into a massive pile of rolling workmen. Then he grips the handle on the entrance and opens it all at once.

"We're going in!

Declaring it so high, Kagra leaps into the home of Chimera Clozen most of all.

"Well, this isn't the real deal."

"Right. Good luck."

Mira and Cyril nodded at each other, following it a little late.

Tip through the door of the hidden passage. Home of Chimera Clozen. There, as far as we could see, was a vast underground space, lined with countless giant buildings.

Is the power of the Spirit of Light working here as well, in the basement but bright as day, visible in every corner. I wonder why, in the center of the space where the Wang du is likely to enter the whole, the huge walls that can be protected and protected were more unnaturally noticeable.

"Simply think about it, it's not like that center is the big boss. Okay, now, where are you lurking?"

"You will notice that the defense function has stopped on the boulder, so it is likely to hide inside a harsh wall..."

A huge group of buildings alongside dozens. Make sure you pierce the middle of it, and one path continues straight. To get there, an open gate on the central wall. From the eyes of the intruder, it is a sight as if he were being invited.

Is it a plan to lure defenseless and seemingly defenseless, or are you ready to wait with absolute confidence?

Chimera closen with a strong sense of vigilance. What its top executives do. We don't know what means we're going to use.

How to attack. Mira and Cyril contemplate as they look at the vast space with eyes like they did in front of the first dungeon of sight.

But next door, Kagra takes a step without hesitation.

"Naturally, we're set for a frontal breakthrough! All you have to do is smash it before you do something!

Sooner said than done, Kagra ran out and ran through the middle of the road.

"Oh, boy, you've been aggressive for a long time."

Mira whines as she follows Kagra. Once upon a time, even when it was still a game, Kagra was seen as a good opportunity to go first. And wonders and their actions all become a thread for improvement.

Is it also foresight? Even with that in mind, Mira stares at Kagra's back, saying that in this case it may simply be an assault because the hatred has come within reach.

"It's certainly a better idea to push it in at once than to stop thinking about it. Now that the function has stopped for a while, there are likely to be plenty of gaps to get into. And most importantly, because the Nine Wise Men are the main fighters on this side. In this case, I wonder if force moves are effective."

Kagra of the Nine Wise Men reigns at the apex of the Yin Yang Magician. Cyril also turns his gaze to Mira as he looks at its back.

A handful of elite penetration units. Instead of being somewhat of a fighter, it was just breakthrough enough to kick most of the skinny work. In addition, because of the high responsiveness in times of need, these three would certainly move faster than they think.

"Hmm. Right. As long as we had a fight, we didn't feel like we were going to get ambushed. If you're careful with the power of the Spirit, you won't be late."

Mira looks up at the instantly approaching wall, recalling the executives of Chimera Closen who fought at the ancient ring gate. Spirit Bomb, Spirit Martial Arts, Black Sword. They all had troublesome performance, but they didn't even feel threatened. Furthermore, there is now a measure called 'Silver Decadence', which is ready. The only thing to be aware of is the technology specific to chimeric closens that utilizes the power of the Spirit.

Yes, it was really intuitive Kagra's behavior, but on second thought, it seemed close to the optimal solution.

(Well, I guess you're not thinking that far)

Staring at Kagra, who blows a huge, blocking gate, Mira laughs bitterly at the sighing. If it had been a little quieter, there would have been a hand called ambush.

Mila through the destroyed gate a little later than Kagra, where she smiles bitterly in the eyes of a situation that is just, no, really convenient.

Behind the gate, it was built like an entrance to a castle. A space that doesn't even look luxurious, but looks pretty good. In that way, Kagra was confronted by three colorful men.

"Oh, no, it looks like you two are here already. An arrow-tipped intruder who tried to go see something. It's no big deal."

When I saw Mira and Cyril lined up next to Kagra, one of the other people raised his voice.

The person is super-heavy, like a swollen bear. He was so heavily and so heavily armored that he thought it was something he could move well with, he had Halvard in his hand like an axe of war. Naturally, they are both powerful spiritual weapons.

"All defense functions have been shut down, this situation. Can we look at it like this?"

It was a somewhat young man with short red hair who said so. The man, who lowered his sword and small shield on his hips and weaved his cape over his lightly dressed armor, arms up somewhere great and twisted the Miras with his eyes as if they were worthy.

"No, that's too fast. It's reasonable to assume that the control compartment was dropped by another unit."

The third person who said so. Is he a magician? A middle-aged man dressed in a pitch-black robe and holding a black wand. He, for some reason, admitted Mira's appearance and gave her a look.

As far as I could tell, all three of them were still hardening themselves with spiritual weapons.

If so, it must be three of the top executives, considering the circumstances. I was able to run into three of the five early. If this is the result of a sudden break-in, it will be good enough.

"You're the top executives of Chimera."

"I don't know!

"Then let them crush you."

Kagra, already in a state of battle, proclaimed in a pale tone. Chimera Clozen is an enemy that harms the Spirit, a good neighbour of man. But Kagra's voice was interspersed with more than that, as if those who had been deprived of their families had a glimpse.

"This is going to be a hassle again."

"No, you don't have a problem with that, do you? Young man and two little daughters. I've only gotten in so far and my arms seem to stand up quite a bit, but the martial arts have no character when it comes to this. By contrast, we are fully armed. There's nowhere to lose."

Depending on how emotions are, people sometimes exert more power than usual. It's the super-heavy man who's wary of that. The red-brown-haired man, by contrast, looked around to observe the Miras before saying the opposite.

As the red-brown-haired man put it, the Spirit Martial Arts that the three top executives could wear had so much unusual spiritual power as to draw a line with previous Spirit Martial Arts.

How many sacrifices have been made to one of those instruments? And a man's statement to boast about it. It lights a quiet fire on the reverse scale of the cagra.

"You should get your mind together here. It's that silver-haired girl. I took the power of the Spirit King, and the culprit lost it."

Trying to follow the words of the two executives, the man in the robe looked sharply at Mira. Yes, he was one of the executives who fought Mira at the ancient ring gate.

"Oh, my God, that girl..."

"Heh... I thought you were just lying with no sudden applause for your alarmed excuses, but you were really there. But the more you get, the more alarmed you are."

The gaze of the executives poured into Mira. There also lived resentment for operational failure, but above all, there was a clear increase in alertness with a word from the man in the robe.

"If you think it's a voice you've heard somewhere, was it still the Lord? What's your name, Grego? Lius."

Mira didn't know the face of her opponent because she was in full body armor when she first met him, but her voice seemed to be memorable to you. I didn't remember the name subtly, but if I keep an eye on it because it exposes my face, it's fine. He was certainly Gregorius, the son of blacksmith Gregor.

"That's a name I threw away a long time ago. One of three unnamed necks now. Nothing more or less."

Having so affirmed, Gregorius shifted that gaze to Cyril after glancing at Mira.

"And one more. The red-haired man is Cyril, captain of Ecalato Carillon. You should be careful with your silver-haired daughters."

"You're that volunteer guild. I see."

"Are you saying that you're part of that volunteer who got here? Thank you so much."

I want to help those in need. Ecalato Carillon, the guild that stood up for such an idea. The contribution is enormous and its name is widespread throughout the continent. If he's also the head of the regiment there, he's still well-known. He snorted as both executives were convinced that Gregorius would advise him, then smiled thinly. The more famous it is, the more known it is in its hands. I guess I stepped on it as easier to fight than Mira who just had a fight.

"Not famous."

"Even if they know, they're not happy."

The attitude of the two executives so that their hearts are clear. When Mira says so in front of it, Cyril answers with a bitter smile. And he smiled that there are those who react like this from time to time to opponents who are hostile on top of doctrine.

"You guys. I know how you feel, but keep it down. Silver hair of the murderous star and the leader of the great guild. It's troublesome when two people are in the boulder."

Even though I know what's in my hand, I'm not the kind of person I can be caught off guard with. Gregorius cautioned again, causing Mira and Cyril to run their gaze carefully.

"I've been a lot more cautious since I failed to return."

"Sure, you are. Not even your lord."

I guess he also has the strength to just match his confidence, two of the executives, though told, are constantly distracted and observing the movements of Mira and the others.

"That's something you can tell if you fight. But now, we need to win for sure.... I'm gonna move the chimera."

"Oh? If so, will you finally execute that operation?

Gregorius looking ready somewhere. Hearing the words, the super-heavy man raised his voice a little exhilarating.

"That's right. You're just the right guy for the first time."

"May I have your permission, sir?"

"Please. Which way, now that this place is known, we can't hide anymore"

Say no, no, Gregorius and the super-heavy man rush back to his heels. And, almost reflectively toward its back, Kagra emits a formula symbol, and Mira also shoots the Shockwave in.

But it was the young red-brown-haired executive who prevented the two interrupters from doing so quickly there.

"To be aggressive, you're the power inside. But I won't let you go any further than I do."

When he checks the scars engraved on the shield he hands, he distorts his mouth and laughs.

"Leave this place to me! You two asked me to get ready!

"Let it stop for eight minutes. You don't have to withdraw after that!

A loud reply echoes all the way down the stairs. Already out of range, Mira and the others stopped moving and turned their attention to one person in front of them.

The red-brown-haired man shrugged as he slowly retreated looking back at the Miras like that. "Well, I wouldn't even be able to get out of it if it was that powerful," he said.

And a red-brown-haired man steps on the floorboard at his feet and crushes it. Then the ground burst out as soon as possible, and huge rocky walls stood.

"Is that it? Is the defense function alive?

A rocky wall that reaches the ceiling and blocks Mira and the others' way without gaps. In a room that has become much more oppressive, Kagra looks to the foot of the man.

"You mean you can manually."

"Exactly. The defense here has been shut down, but it's not moving."

When the red-brown-haired man picked up the rubble at his feet while he was good at answering, he threw it behind Mira and the others.

Something will crumble, and now the entrance gate will be blocked and the exit will be cut off. We can't go any further.

"Well, we're ready. You can't run anymore. By contrast, I have this stock of weapons and immense spiritual power. Well, I'm not complacent that I can defeat the murderous star's silver hair and the captain of the regiment on a boulder, but you can hold back as many as you want until that thing's ready. But you don't have to take them down."

Some self-indulgent looking man took one bottle out of his nose and drank out its pale, luminous liquid. Then a huge amount of mana overflows from a man's body. Yes, a doping agent that uses spiritual power.

The red-brown-haired man pulls out his sword in a frying motion, realizing the full power.

and it was the next moment. A red-brown-haired man engulfed the rock wall at the same time as the murmuring sound of his ears clattered. The figure was miserable in itself, and the armor of the Spirit's armor had already become scrap iron, and the sword had broken, and the little shield had been shattered and scattered.

"Long!"

Everyone would have thought it was Kagra who shouted it. As if Chimera Clozen was a hero, "I'll take care of this place" and so on. Even Kagra's patience made a limit break when she said something "I guess you don't mind knocking me down".

"Ah... let... What, this...?

That was thanks to the performance of doping or spiritual martial arts, or the red-brown-haired man was spared instant death. But not the earliest body you can fight, but let Gushi roll to the ground and wander his gaze.

And right after that. As soon as Mira touched it, the rock wall shattered and blew away. At last the red-brown-haired man was stunned by that sight that extended to a full view.

"Hmm, to this extent, it's impossible to stop us for eight minutes. Lord, you don't know what the hell you're turning on the enemy."

Saying, Mira erodes a man's nerves by turning that eye looking down into a demonic eye.

"Ah... oh... yah, I will..."

A ferocious moon floating in the darkness of the night. The man, captured by the eyes of gold, distorts his face in terror and trembles his lips. The man doesn't know. That the opponent who was slapping his big mouth was the Nine Wise Men who kept wanting the magician's strongest seat. That it is not an area that can be reached simply by wearing powerful weapons.

The man, unknowingly, could neither beg for his life nor speak by the paralysis that invaded his whole body, and eventually his consciousness was closed to darkness.

"But, well, it's an exquisite force to use and not kill."

A red-brown-haired man between life and death, but not yet dead. Mira squeaks unexpectedly, staring at its scattered appearance wrapped in a captive cloth by Cyril's hand.

"If you do it on your own, the church is loud. Especially when it comes to executive classes like this. Testimony books. Something like that, because you can wash out a lot of related organizations...? Aliotto said it like that."

Priority is given to capturing everyone involved rather than avenging them. And it is the true and ultimate goal of the Fifty Bells Federation to put in place a law to protect the Spirit based on the testimony of those involved so that no harm is done to the Spirits again, Kagra says.

It will still take some time, but this is bound to be a step towards that.

"You're both boulders. I have dreams too, but I can't reach them inside."

I want to reach out to all those in need. An alliance born for such a purpose, Ecalato Carillon. Its leader, Cyril, realizes once again what a presence he is with the Nine Wise Men, and turns an envious look at how the two can even feel spared. Whatever their fundamentals, they still seemed special from others.