She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

One hundred forty-six.

Having defeated the Spirit Chimera, Mira, after being sweetened by Eisenfaldo as he was asked, deposited Gregorius, who had left him wrapped around a second battalion that would successfully dominate his home base, and headed back with the merging Cyril.

And deepest. What Mira and Cyril saw there was a naked girl and the appearance of a cagra that could hold it.

Looks like we got a fight.

If you look around, marks of intense fighting seen all over the room. All of that was new, and the battle that had been fought until earlier was clearly visible. Mira stands next to Kagra with such remnants and looks down on the girl held in her arms.

White skin, thin hands and feet. I can't even see the shards of strength, but there were definitely battle wounds there.

"Well, for once. Half of it."

"Mm, half, then?

Mira frowns at some scratchy Kagra reply, deciding that this girl must have been the boss of Chimera Clozen. And I asked him what he meant.

"I succeeded in kicking him out, but then I didn't..."

Kagra answers that with a sigh, looking a little deeper. If you look at it, there was a black shard of rhombus rolling.

"Black Misty Stone, it seems different. It's very thick..."

"Sounds like it. I see some very bad signs."

Chills that I can feel clearly even if I just saw them. Mira and Cyril say what they think as they stare at it in a faraway winding.

To a degree slightly longer than the index finger, that shard, black, was as foggy as a black mist stone, yet unparalleled in scourge as it had ever seen.

"That's the horn on this kid's head."

Kagra says so to the two vigilant men and leaks another grand sigh.

Kagra said the girl was just being manipulated. The identity of Chimera Clozen's boss was the spirit of resentment that caused the curse to fold innumerably, and the girl was possessed by it.

And speaking of that pivotal grudge spirit, Kagra seems to have gotten rid of the girl's body with her skill.

That skill is the Yin and Yang technique, "Seven Star Old Flowers/Breaking Army". It has the effect of taking the performance of the weapon to the limit and amplifying it dozens of times. Whether it is a sword of weak flame attributes, this technique can be used to strike a powerful blow that reaches the realm of the Devil's Sword. Using this technique, Kagra amplified the power of silver extermination to the fullest extent possible, and stirred up the spirits of resentment born of the curse.

As a result, the grudge spirits disappeared beautifully and neatly, but the two black horns that were growing on the girl's head fell plump, and I thought they rolled down the floor and stuck to one.

"I don't know what to say... Maybe, but I think that's a crystallized ghost curse. I wonder if the controlling grievance spirits disappeared into dormancy and peeled off from this child?

A small but frightening presence, a diamond-shaped black shard. He's also not sure about Kagra on the boulder about that, and his confidence gradually disappears from the word. But one thing is for sure, naturally, we can't leave it like this.

"Is that a ghost curse? Then you can't throw it away."

Roaring Mira wondering what's going on, keeping an eye on the shards. Then Cyril next to him takes two steps forward.

"Erosing the Spirit," he said. It doesn't necessarily mean it won't be abused, and I just want to dispose of it... "

Saying no, Cyril unleashed the white sword on his waist, Silver Extinct, flashing toward the shard.

"Again, you're not what you used to be"

The sharply rushed sword of Cyril stopped the momentum as soon as it touched the black mist from which the shards drifted. However, it seems that Cyril had already guessed from the signs of drifting that it could not be destroyed. Cyril slowly holds his sword as he stares to observe the reaction of the shards after he has prevented the sword.

"It is. I tried to punch in another round of" The Breaking Army "earlier, but I didn't respond at all."

At the end of Kagra's eyes as she said, there was a hugely shaken scepter. Should it be taken for granted that the Yin and Yang Deep Army, which maximizes the performance of the weapon, is also a considerable load on the weapon.

And even then, it is not possible to destroy small black shards.

"Hmm...... Shall I try it next?"

What happened and when Kagra sighed for the third time, Fumi Mira said so.

"Uncle...... Mira. What's wrong with that?

Kagra gives a surprised voice when she sees Mira walking over to the shards. Cyril, who turned around, also said, "This is…" and circled his eyes. That should be it, too. Because now Mira's whole body floats and shines as if the pattern of the Spirit King's protection were pulsating.

"Have we talked about the Spirit King before? This was given at that time with a protective crest. Since Cyril waved his sword earlier, at this rate."

Saying so, Mira, who walks on and stops beside the black shard, summons the Sacred Sword Sanctuary as usual and so on.

"The Spirit King said so. Together with the power of the Spirit King and the true power of this holy sword, we can extinguish the curse of the ghost."

Mira was feeling the power of the Spirit King, who did come from it, staring at the imprint carved into every corner of his body. And also understand what that means, pointing the tip of the holy sword at the black shard.

"It's called the crystal of the ghost curse, but it seems like it's half correct. Wonder how the knowledge of the Spirit King flows through this blessing. It seems this is the power of the ghost itself."

"Power itself? How is that different from a curse?

Kagra tilting her neck at Mira's words. But Mira herself didn't seem to have been able to sort out the knowledge that had suddenly flowed into her mouth. "Even if I told you so," she said, somewhere else.

Well, anyway, this isn't where I come in.

With the holy sword lifted, Mira concentrates on the sense of power flowing in from the shelter. Somehow, I also found the use of that power strange again.

The Holy Sword also begins to emit light again, as if to echo the protective crest of the Spirit King. It was a guided light, as if it were a lighthouse, with the power to cleave through the darkness, bringing relief to the beholder.

Mira waves down the holy sword. There was no technology there, just swinging it down from top to bottom unmanipulatively. But the trajectory flashed like a master's sword and was sucked into the black shard.

Moments, dazzling light bursts. There was no sound, no impact, just everything around me stained white.

To the rest of the light, the kagras close their eyelids. But that's also between the bundles. When you realize it, the light is converging, and at the same time the tattoos that were floating in Mira's body, as well as the Holy Sword, just disappear as if they had finished their service.

And one more thing. Black shards had also disappeared without leaving any dust.

"Did it work?

To be careful, Kagra gently sleeps the girl on the floor and then rushes to where the black shards were rolling. If I stared nearby, I couldn't even feel the bad signs that should have been there again.

"In addition to the definite response, as you can see, the protective crest has disappeared. Apparently, it worked."

I still can't say I'm used to it, but Mira was beginning to grasp the effects felt by the patronage of the Spirit King. And that feeling tells me. The culprit... that the power of the ghost has completely vanished. So Mira answers with certainty and smiles.

"So now you're really done..."

"Right. Good luck."

"... yeah"

To Mira's words, and her attitude, Kagra relieved herself, loosening her expression as if the thread she was strangling had broken, and stood with her eyes looking far away. It was as if it were a flower blooming on the battlefield, and as a sprout following the future, a living appearance.