She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

one hundred and seventy-seven

Around another hour after I noticed, I continued to uncover other skilfully concealed passages, such as hidden side roads along the way, hidden stairs that were on the floor. Mira finally got there.

"Holy crap..."

"This is also unusual"

The last door, pushed, pulled or frightened. As I grabbed that door knob and slid it to the side, the sight spread as if it were paradise in front of me.

All the blooming flowers wrapped around particles of light, and the growing grass was unbeatably colorful to the flowers, as if they had laid a carpet of extreme colour. And the trunks of the trees that grew blue and leaves glowed in gold and silver, and the great trees that could be centered among them were bright illuminating the whole room with pure white flowers.

Everyone will know at a glance. It is so full of divinity as to be so mortal that it is a sanctuary full of strange sanctities that even transcends the forest of prayer sons holding the mighty tree.

Mira steps in there, slightly pressured by the atmosphere but driven by curiosity. Then at the same time, I'm amazed at the feel of the ground fluffy enough that my legs sink in half. What the hell is this and Mira checking the ground. But all I know is that I don't know what it is. The ground that spreads at your feet was a mysterious substance that went beyond the concept of soil and whatnot that even the Spirit King had never seen.

"Not yet, the world is wide."

Moreover, the depressed and lush plants also seem unknown to the long-living Spirit King. The Spirit King is also a little excited about his first experience here.

Is this the Garden of Miga or the Dream? Half serious about that, Mira began to look for the Spirit who would be here, as she had initially intended.

Mira, entering a densely colored forest, through her connection with the Spirit, feels that she is indeed approaching, without hesitation to go back.

That's when I kept going straight enough to tear the bushes apart.

A slightly open spot ahead through a depressed mess. There lay a great mass covered in spreads and grass flowers.

"What is this..."

Its chunk, which looks too heterogeneous, but the Spirit's reaction was felt from it.

What is the identity of this chunk? Why is the Spirit's reaction in this? Whatever it is, you have to uncover it in order to meet the Spirit. So Mira approached with caution.

There was no way that the chunk would move, and Mira circled around as she examined the chunk in detail, reaching right beside her.

First, it was about ten meters square in width and about six meters high.

And after grabbing the whole picture, it's an investigation covered in spruces and grasshoppers. Mira scratches the grass flowers brilliantly in extreme colors. The grasshopper was otherwise sturdy and could not pull a thousand pieces of thought, so Mira steps into the mass as she screws herself into the divided gap.

"I see that's what happened..."

What Mira saw in the thick grasshopper exterior of about a meter was a white, lustrous wall and a door made of black wood. In front of that, if you remember the whole picture again, you'll see what that chunk is all about first.

Yes, clouds covered in spreads and grasshoppers were naturally taken in homes over the years.

"Mmmm... I can't even scare you"

Because of the thick pile of spreads and grasshoppers, no matter how many doors you try to open, you won't be prevented from moving by it. On the contrary, Mira herself is caught up in the cramp and can't even move.

Well, what's the matter? There is not a single place in the house that has become a huge hunk of colour to get in and out of. But there are certainly signs of the Spirit in it. How the hell did you do that?

Mira knocked on the door without thinking about it after all the trouble. Then I wonder, from the inside, "Which one is it? I got a reply."

"Uh, bye. My name is Mira. I'm a summoning magician. I was just wondering if you could feel the spirits nearby."

A room sealed with the power of God, deep in the dungeon. Mira answered honestly, though somewhat upset by the overly normal response in such a place.

"So you're the one who called earlier!

From the other side of the door, a voice sounded so happy. After all, the person Mira was feeling via the connection seems to be the one at the end of this door for sure. Mira relieves herself a little of that cheerful voice.

and shortly thereafter. The clouds and grasshoppers that covered the perimeter of the door began to twitch suddenly, spreading to the left and right instantly.

"It's been a long time since I've had a customer. Come on in, Mira."

As the door slowly opened with its voice, at the same time the smell of flutter and flowers overflowed from the indoors. It is a strange fragrance that is darker than this hall, which has been transformed into a sanctuary by the colours of the polar colours, so that it feels at peace.

Mira knocked over the door as she was invited. And I admired the sight of it spreading indoors unexpectedly.

"This is another stunning thing..."

The house itself is made of ordinary stone wood. Inside, however, it had become a garden except around the central table. Besides, it's not a cluttered polar color I've seen externally. There, it was well distinguished and united in order until it was stunning.

"I'm glad you liked it."

The Spirit, who said so and smiled at Mira, was so beautiful that even its garden seemed sumptuous.

"Uh, thank you for the invitation."

Mira was accidentally stuck in words in love with its beauty, but somehow says hello.

"I am the Martel of the Original Spirit who presides over the plants. Nice to meet you"

The Spirit, who bowed back small after Mira's greeting, laughs gently, named so.

"Oh, my God, of plants. It's an honor to meet you."

Mira had met with the Spirit of the Flowers and the Spirit of the Trees, but Martel said he was presiding over the plants, which were generic names. I expected the place to be superior only to the place, Mira, but I was surprised again that it was the top corner.

But that's not all I'm surprised about.

"... hmm? Original Spirit? Is it different from the original Spirit?

Just as the Spirit that dwells in what man has created is the presence of the name Artificial Spirit, the Spirit that presides over nature is called the original Spirit. But Martel said earlier that he was an ancestral spirit. What if the original Spirit was the only way to call it among people?

and it was when Mira had such doubts.

"As Lord Mira knows, those who preside over plants are certainly the original spirits. So there will be no need to question it '

When such words echoed Mira's head, the protective crest of the Spirit King rose all over her body and glowed for a moment. Then immediately next door appeared a statue of the Spirit King, about the same size as a man?

"That's not always a sudden appearance..."

"Well, I'll explain everything. Forgive me."

Spirit King who is free and at liberty through his protection. When Mira felt frightened, the Spirit King laughed off without looking bad. While I'm bitterly smiling at the Spirit King who can do whatever I want to do like that, I don't feel so bad, Mira. Be a more casual speaker than you think, and above all because the overwhelming knowledge that the Spirit King possesses will be an absolute help to future adventures.

"Long time no see, Martel. From the signs I felt through Lord Mira, I wondered if it was still you. It's good to see you again."

The Spirit King, facing back, speaks to Martel in some relief.

"Long time no see, Master Singh. I was experiencing signs, but I'm surprised to see you again in this way."

Martel, who responded so against, was also smiling in a way that delighted him to reunite. Master Singh will surely be the name of the Spirit King, nickname of Symbiosanctius. From there, you can see the intimacy between the two.

(Hmm... it doesn't seem like it's just a reunion)

When I saw him again, the Spirit King said: Martel said he would see you again. I mean, neither, did you think you'd ever see him again? It was called this place that was sealed, what were the circumstances? With that in mind, Mira watches the Spirit King and Martel reunite.

"Master Singh? It's been a long time since they called me that."

"Oh, you don't call me Master Singh anymore?

"Mm-hmm. Some people simply call me King, or King Symbi. And then, don't bother to abbreviate it."

"Oh, you've changed a lot since then."

"Well, you've changed..."

I guess there's some stories to pile up, King Spirit and Martel, who started talking happily about it. Mira, listening to the conversation between the two like that, how old was the Spirit back then? I thought it was blurry.

"Oops, I miss you and talk to you. Sorry. I'm sorry. It was about the Original Spirit."

After a while, as I recall, the Spirit King turned around.

"Is this a nostalgia reunion? I don't care."

Must be hundreds, or thousands of years of reunion. Mira, who sat down a little while from the two of them exchanging words to bury the long time, swallowed a three-o 'clock snack and all the cookies she'd been hanging out with me all season. It is already a complete indulgence.

"It's enough to find out where he is this way. And lately, it's become more fun to beat the wits against Lord Mira."

The Spirit King, with a definite relief on his face, said so and made him laugh happily.

What? Mira laughed at that, too, trying to keep an eye on the relationship between them like that, and Martel was smiling, too.

The difference between the original spirit and the original spirit. According to the Spirit King's commentary, it seems similar and completely different.

First, there are some original spirits in the world who preside over plants, just like Martel. This is a structure that also exists as the top corner of the spiritual world, underneath which the original spirits belonging to plants such as grass flowers and trees follow.

The Spirit King said that the Original Spirit was the beginning of all those spirits. In other words, he said it was the Spirit who presided over the first plant born in the world. And all the tree ancestors, the Gopher trees, were created by Martel.

The beginnings of plants, mothers of plants all over the world. They say that's the Spirit Martel, the ancestor of the plant.

"Oh, my... oh, my God."

Mira felt like the Spirit King and Martel had suddenly gotten far into a story that was too magnificent to be comparable to the myth. But it depends on the distance of your mind and how you think.

The Spirit King enjoys watching Mira marvel at the knowledge she has shown. Introduced to the top, Martel began to pose slightly.

Spirit who lives a long time without interruption, but everyone has a heart, an emotion, a character. That's an element that's no different from people.

While the great presence of the Spirit King and the Original Spirit and others, he stared at the two humane people somewhere, and Mira had learned what a difficult familiarity to describe in the words, and felt the distance approaching again.

"That's not the only difference."

The Spirit King, who fully enjoyed the amazing Mira, went on to do so even more. And I urge Martel to show me.

"Master Singh, you're the same."

Apparently, the Spirit King has always liked to surprise people. Martel stood in front of Mira, smiling at the way the Spirit King looked, which seemed to be haunting somewhere. Hopefully as always, Martel also has a temperamental look to surprise him as to whether he has a similar temperament. Apparently, she has a personality with emotions on her face.

Mira stands in front of those two again, taking it as a surprise.

"If it's a snack, there's fruit too. What is Mira's favorite fruit?

That's what Martel said after seeing the cookies Mira had in her hand. And behind Mira's brain, who got that word, flashes about what Martel is going to do.

(I see. Plant ancestor spirits. I'm sure you'll let me produce a little fruit that I said I liked. Hmm, I cut off the hand tag. Don't be surprised!)

"Favorite fruit... so the pure white peaches I ate when I went to Alice Farius were really delicious"

The Holy Nation of Alice Farius visited in search of clues to Seoul Haul. Specialty there, pure white peaches. It was this pure white peach that made a particular impression among the assorted fruits eaten at the luxury inn in Station Street.

Come on, Mira, let's see what you can do. Then, before such a mira, a single crawl stretched out and blossomed white and beautiful.

"It's pure white peaches. That's my confidence piece. Glad you like it."

To Mira's words, Martel smiles. When the white flowers scattered at that next moment, they swelled as they roamed there, quickly turning into pure white peaches.

"Come on, have some."

With Ma-tell's words, pure white peaches plump off the spreading. It was a strange sight indeed. But from the beginning, I expected Mira to receive pure white peaches without changing her expression.

(Not exactly what I thought. I'm not surprised at this level!)

"Okay, let's have it"

Saying so while remaining calm, Mira sets her nails on pure white peach skin. Then Martel said, "I thinned it, so you can eat it without peeling it off," he added.

"Ho, ho. Is that so? Bye."

I see, boulders are the original spirits of plants. Is the art of thinning the skin also a favorite? And with that in mind, Mira hit pure white peaches on every skin.

"Yummy! What is this!

At the same time as you crumble, the aromatic aroma spreads in your mouth and the sweetness of the pulp pushes you like a flood. The pure white peaches mouthed by Mira at Alice Farius were naturally a selection of first-class items, with only a luxury inn. But the pure white peaches that I have just spoken have such a supreme taste that even the emotion of that time makes me summery in an instant. Rather, it is the pinnacle of pleasure that satisfies your appetite.

Mira had a tranced look on her face at the same time, having reflexively spoken of surprise, even though she had stood to think that something considerable would come out.

"Original Spirit, I can't believe this much..."

Mira flattens her obsession with pure white peaches, licking up to the juice left at her fingertips, staring at the Spirit King and Martel, who also seem to be winning somewhere.

"Ugh. I'm glad you're happy. I'm happy to answer your request again. Do you have any other fruits you'd like to enjoy? Of course, pure white peaches are fine."

The words echoed Mira's ears, as if they were the temptation of a horny dream. I can mouth the fruit of happiness again similar to that pleasure. or sweet temptation to be able to taste other fruits, or another pleasure.

"Well... well..."

(─ No, not yet. You can't lose!)

Unexpectedly told, Mira stopped just before she tried to beg for another pure white peach. While swallowed by an overwhelming sense of well-being, the sense of defeat that arose there somehow calmly stopped Mira.

And calmly analyze the first battle earlier.

(Pure white peaches... This is the most important cause of defeat)

Martel said pure white peaches are confident. Which means it's one of the strongest in the class. All I do have to say, I see. Mira realized that she couldn't possibly win if she fought head-on with the spirits' ancestors, who were beyond people's knowledge of boulders.

Apparently, the first battle, he danced on the opponent's mound. But not next time, next time, it's our turn to lure you into this mound.

Even in front of the fierce nature, it is the way of man to squeeze his wisdom and confront it. That's how people have lived in this tough and beautiful world. And so on, delighted on his own, Mira presents a new hand.

"Then next, let me have a Queen of Hearts!

Queen of Hearts, known as the finest of hundreds and repeated varietal improvements, is the fruit of pearls that can be considered the crystal of man's hard work and history. It is a testament, so to speak, to man's wisdom overtaking nature. Mira soaks up in joy again, thinking about things like that.

Does a loser-averse measure that resists senselessly against two willing to surprise you work? But the second battle was to pinch a slight interval.

"What is Queen of Hearts?

A little while later, Martel leaned back. And the Spirit King said, "It's the first name I've ever heard."

Essentially unrelated to the outside world, if we change the way we say it, the Spirit King and Martel in the extreme state of pull did not know about the fruit that man had improved his breed and named himself in the first place.

What the hell kind of fruit is Queen of Hearts? Yes, Mira was asked by the two of us, but we had only heard her name again and couldn't answer it.

Exactly from the circumstances, the game seemed to flow as it was, but there was fruit in Mira's possession, a native species of Queen of Hearts, which she had harvested.

The battle is coming.