She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

One hundred forty-eight

We could clearly see where Emera and the Congolese of the Fifty Bells League were, even from above the sky. That too, because only that point is filled with black scorch marks.

"What a terrible sight..."

"This time, it was close to war..."

In addition to the burnt house, there were many other bodies rolling around, thought to be soldiers of Chimera Clozen. From what I've seen, it seems that the processing of the bodies has also begun, and I could easily imagine that shortly after it was over it would have been a more tragic situation than it is now.

Hate sin and don't hate people. Though he thinks it will only be to the point of rest, Mira and Cyril silently pray in front of the sight that spreads beneath their eyes.

Then the two head to a simple camp a short distance from the burned village. One side is a treatment center, with a large number of wounded packed. That was a glimpse of this fierce battle, but there was light in anyone's face there, including the wounded.

The end of the battle over the years. Mira, who joined her as a helper along the way, didn't know the joy, but she could still feel it from the look on everyone's face.

"Good day, but should I say"

Mira, who shrugged so small, gave instructions to Pegasus to land in an empty place. Then, after laboring and repatriating Pegasus, he turns his foot to those who will be as excited as the celebration on the other side of the treatment center.

I'm on my way.

"Mitsukei! Mira-chun!

Mira was caught by Flicka, who has suddenly scratched the soldiers of the Fifty Bells League. Cyril just says, "Always, sorry," and doesn't have a hand in it, he just laughs.

Immediately afterwards, Mira, who was liberated at the same time as a glimpse of wind blew through, followed it with her eyes flashed. At the end of that gaze was the appearance of a diseased emera and a fleeing flicker.

At last, Flicka seems to have reached the realm of enjoying Mira but avoiding knife-beating with a single piece of paper. Moreover, Flicka, who rushes to draw a large curve, at some point approached Mira again and snarled his nose, "Oh, the smell of sweat..." and then again avoided the blow of Emera and left.

"… no, your physical abilities haven't improved much?

If Mira turns around smiling bitterly, Cyril replies happily, "Thanks to Mira" with a smile on her face. In order to hold Mira for a little longer, Flicka's physical abilities have apparently improved dramatically in recent times.

Nevertheless, that is still developing. "I can't help it," Mira laughed amusedly, staring at Flicka, who had finally been seized by Emera, even as she tried to get back close.

The surroundings, suddenly begun and settled chase, are slightly upbeat. And just because I understood the rules, two men grappled with the name.

How many times can I hold Mira before I get caught? Such a nightmarish game begins now.

Two men walking. Those who start betting quickly and only quickly. Emera with half a laugh about why this happened. "My Mira! Flicka screaming." Mira returning her heels.

"You drunkards!

With that screaming, Mira escapes with all her might from the impending man man. With a glimpse of the power of liquor, the power of victory, and the face of the much missed Fifty Bells League, Mira smiled, still wondering if she would go out with the farce.

Then for a while, Mira, who had fallen out in the right place, put her face where the executives would be aligned on that leg. To ask about the rest of this.

Not as good as where I was earlier, but it was also showing some medium excitement there. If there was a difference, everyone there would be haunting the atmosphere enough to know at a glance that they were not the only ones.

I looked around and it seemed to have pretty much all the senior adventurers who just took part in the operation and the executives of the Fifty Bells League.

"Oh, Mira's lady. Something about taking down a big guy? That works great!

One of them, Aaron, who was moving as a separate squad, raised his voice when he found Mira. Apparently, the conversation about the home offense is also largely conveyed. Then the faces of those around them are also directed towards Mira at the same time.

In a gaze of exploration and envy, Mira laughs all the time, slightly frightened.

"Um, if my summoning technique (...) doesn't make it!

Laughter, and grandiose flirting Mira. It's a subpoena appeal in front of an advanced adventurer with proven strength.

"Even after a job, you're always right. See, Mira's lady eats too. Drink. Drink. I'm waiting for another job."

Aaron grinned away at such a mira lightly, as usual, and gave Mira the skewer and glass on the table to push, then took another glass in his hand. And I said, "Here's to the little hero," and I rang the glass, all at once.

"Totally. I can do it early this morning."

Seeing, those around them also say thoughtful words and make a noise "cheers". Those who participated in the operation now as platoon leaders have nothing to be tempted about, and they seem to be as happy as the crew to win this day.

Time has not yet passed since the sun rose. As the drunk twitched, Mira also tilted the glass again and was in a good mood for a good stimulus.

Then Mira, along with Cyril, who came late, was briefed by Aaron on this later operation.

Its contents will be mounted over St. Polly on a Spirit airship with the executive officer of the Fifty Bells League, a well-known adventurer. That was the thing.

And where it attracted a lot of prominent attention, he stayed down about the Fifty Bells League and announced that it was only as a coalition of aspiring men that Chimera Clozen's chief and chief executive crusade would take place.

Now he's drunk with booze, but many adventurers, including Aaron, who are working with the Fifty Bells League, have heard of him. Is that why it improves persuasion and topicality? In other words, the news of the Chimera Closen crusade flows across the continent from St. Polly as definitive information.

What happens as a result, Aaron says, is that the reaction will be divided into two main parts first. By the way, those who didn't even know there was a chimeric closen were two.

First, the first. Those who are happy with the information on the crusade against the world's enemy Chimera Clozen.

Chimera Clozen is an undeserved man who harms the Spirit, a good neighbour of mankind. Most people in the world love the Spirit, and Chimera Clozen is a hate hate hate.

Especially since time immemorial, the three kingdoms of Grimdart, Alice Farius and Ozstein have also had a deep relationship with the Spirit and can be expected to boil greatly in this matter.

Aaron laughs that in some cases medal awarding ceremonies, parades, etc. may be opened.

And another reaction that would be seen. Those are the ones who are obsessed with information about the Chimera Clozen crusade.

The people who had benefited immensely from Chimera Clozen said they would hesitate greatly in this matter.

The effects include the fact that the crusade of Chimera Clozen results in a total zero profit to date. But this is, in a way, trivial.

What matters most to them is the inescapable fact that they were accomplices. Some rubbing was all resolved by the Dark Troops of Chimera Clozen. But now that the great book has been crushed, there is no more to protect me.

"Now many of the middlemen affiliated with the Fifty Bells League are gathered in St. Polly. First of all, we're about to clean up the main mountain."

For those who had benefited from Chimera Clozen, and its associates, this time it would be a fuss up and down. That would seem to make a variety of actions, such as moving to establish the facts or making contact with someone.

Fifty bell leagues scattered around every corner of the city monitored it and reported it one by one. Clearing up the remnants of Chimera Clozen that spreads to St. Polly is one of the major aims of flashy propaganda.

What's more, you draw information from those who capture them that way, and eventually expose officials from all over the continent to daylight? It will take time, but the Fifty Bells Federation says it's also working in anticipation.

"And well, that's why. First of all, it has to appear as flashy as this. If you're Mira's lady, I heard you had a good one. How about that?

Appearing in the air on a large airship, many famous adventurers face each other, adding more power with flashy summoning techniques.

Neither will the great evil that has spread all over the continent rival this much face. The more intense impressions that make anyone think so, the more the Chimera Closen officials should panic and take action at an early stage. is the story of Alioto, the staff of the Bellerophone squad.

"Master Uzume has asked. He asked Mira to summon something as flashy as possible. How about that?

Alioto, who appeared pretentious, turns his hopeful eye to Mira by saying so after taking over the subtle explanation.

"Hmm... right. Then again..."

"Oh, there's one more word from Mira than Bullshit, and she said," No Eisenfald. "

"What... bye..."

It also has the strongest and most vivid impact, and more importantly, it's cool. That's why Mira, convinced that Eisenfaldo meets all the demand, is stunned by the legend.

"What do you mean... Just because Eisenfald is the right man!

There was resentment. Mira stared at Arioto with her eyes, and her proud son hung up eating as impetuous as her educating mom, wondering why she couldn't get on the sunny stage.

"No, I just told Master Bullshit to tell him so..."

It was a complete eight. Arioto himself didn't hear the reason, he said in an extremely puzzled manner, "Well, what kind of summons is Eisenfaldo?," he continued to do something, even as Mira forced him to.

Mira, who receives it, also answers with dignity.

"Eisenfaldo is my best son, the Imperial Dragon!

Mira has a definite look that there won't be any more aptitudes. But Arioto aside, Aaron also smiled bitterly and said, "Oh..." as if he was convinced of something.

"Mr. Mira, Mr. Mira"

I'm not responding very well. Fujiro speaks to Mira wrinkling between her eyebrows, wondering if she is making fun of her proud son. And in his ear, he snuck up and told him why.

Cyril said that the public perception that the Imperial Dragon is an incarnation of disaster and that taking the Imperial Dragon is synonymous with hanging a nuclear warhead that can be fired at any time.

At the head of Dumbleff, if it was the time when the famous summoner was active, there are still few now immune to the overwhelming fear the Imperial Dragon wraps around, and in the worst case, before the victory report, the story is that the city could fall into havoc.

"Oh my God..."

Mira lamented and mourned her son's position and swore to her heart to be gentler.

Mira, who then scattered her dishes like infidelity rot, takes a nap in the tent that was co-located beside her. Because it was a showdown where I was sleeping, or as soon as I was completely relaxed, I was attacked by drowsiness.

Nevertheless, the majority of those here are in the same situation, but I guess there is still nothing better than the joy of the petition being fulfilled, there was no one in the tent for temporary sleep.

"Damn, can't it just be a victory to get drunk"

Mira groaned bitterly at the bustle outside, keeping her eyelids closed and finally falling asleep.

"Mira, it's time to leave."

A voice echoed in the dream manifestation and gently touched hands gently rocked Mira's body.

Where it was repeated twice and three times, Mira finally opened its lid.

"Nooo... it's morning..."

"It's noon, Mira. Sleeping?"

"No... I just remembered..."

I rubbed my eyes with a blurry face and looked up, and there was an emera smiling gently. And in the makeshift bed behind it, his hands and legs were tied and he looked like a flicker.

Apparently, I was just about to crawl into Mira for you.

"Then you're going first. I'll be waiting for you on the ship."

Emera, who confirmed that Mira had woken up, said so and then took up the flicker and left the tent.

"Hmm... have you slept for about four hours"

The time now is noon. There are no more noisy voices I was hearing before I fell asleep, and instead I hear a crisp voice of instruction far away.

Rising Mira left the tent intact and at the same time narrowed her eyes to the dazzling light of the sun.

"Oh, my God, you're such good soldiers."

Looking around, I saw there four hours ago, there was no such thing as those who were singing and dancing with their shoulders together with liquor in one hand with a red face, but rather those who proceeded with the withdrawal work in a brilliant move reminiscent of a skilled army.

The makeshift tent is instantly dismantled, and a large number of tables, cookware, etc. are also cleaned up one after the other.

Inspired by what seems to be a long change, Mira walks out toward the airship, which was parked a little further away.

Apparently the airship had just arrived and the loads were about to be unloaded one after the other. But Mira feels uncomfortable there.

"Wow, what the hell has this been carrying?

When Mira spotted Aaron waiting beside the ship, she immediately asked. There are several carriages coming out of the cargo hold, but somehow nothing was loaded there.

"Oh, it's finally happening."

Turning around, Aaron said that at the opening, as you can see, the airship replied that it had carried the carriage.

According to Aaron's story, the majority of those who participated in this battle will remain scattered throughout the surrounding countries to take charge of the remnants of the Chimera Closen hunt. The carriage replaces its legs and nothing is loaded there because the large quantities of food stored in the village where the control base was located can be counted on.

"Is that why we still have work to do? That's a big change."

A huge tissue called Chimera Clozen was destroyed. But the battle of the Fifty Bells League doesn't seem to end until we hunt down the rest of the party. How many more years will it take? It was a smudged and squeaky Mira, but one of the men who was listening to it answers.

"It'll be much easier from now on for what I've never seen end. You'll get a lot of clues in the next operation."

The man is right, the toughest battle is over already. All that remains is a child who has lost a mighty parent. Moreover, in the aftermath of the declaration of crusade carried out by Mira and the others, several remnants of the party that came out of the nest should be hunted. As a result, further information will be brought, and the latent location of the chimeric closen will be exposed.

If Chimera Clozen, who was thoroughly trying to escape and hide, lost its advantage, the rest was a matter of time.

"The beast of the hand is nothing more than an infinite beast. Be careful."

"Oh, I know. Thanks."

I can afford it, but I'm not alarmed. The man who nodded and answered Mira's advice led him to one of his companions with his hands on one of the carriages.

"Well, there's nothing to worry about. The spirits seem to be working with the rest of the party's tracking unit."

"Oh, my God, that's comforting."

"That and this is thanks to Mira's lady and those two. The mass production of white weapons is in orbit, and everyone is being paid. That's why the Spirit can now join the team as a force."

"I see. It seems to have helped, more importantly."

For the Spirit, a black fogstone weapon with a ghost curse was a natural enemy that could not even be resisted. But now the Fifty Bells Federation has the means to completely disable it. This makes it possible for the Spirit to join the battle, and its balance of power leans toward the Fifty Bells League beyond the earliest possible mask.

I mean, it's really going to be a much easier fight, as the man says.

Mira laughed contentedly as she dropped off the carriages traveling one after the other.