She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

one hundred seventy-eight

"Queen of Hearts is a crystal of sweat and tears, based on this fruit, which farmers worked hard to repeatedly track down varietal improvements!

Mira took it out of the item box to show off the red, rounded, unnamed fruit.

protospecies. That is, as it is produced. And the original breed of Queen of Hearts is not something that could have been eaten very intact. It is now reborn so separately that it is said to be the four greatest fruits. To a certain extent, Mira thought it was impossible to get to the bottom of it.

"Oh, there was someone who worked so hard to improve on this."

With an unnamed fruit in his eyes, Martel brings a little surprise to his face. Apparently I admired the hard work of the farmers. Mira becomes just a little bit more adept at the way it is, even though it is irrelevant. But the sad news came from the mouth of the Spirit King.

"That was made by Martel before for the punitive game. I still remember, that taste was terrible. It was really bad. What a strange thing to base it on."

You remembered the taste too sweet and too sour, the Spirit King who frowns at the root and blushes his mouth. Apparently, I've spoken of this fruit of the original species. Besides, from what I've heard, it's a punishment game flow.

"Oh, my God, that's terrible. The Dawn Spirits liked it just the right thing to do with drowsiness."

Martel was smiling confidently as he fronted the Spirit King, who repeatedly said it was terrible. I'm sure that means something to her, no matter what it is, no matter how little, if it helps anyone.

And, while the Spirit King and Martel were having such an exchange, Mira had some unmistakable thoughts about the facts that had come to light everywhere.

One of the four great fruits, the fruit that underpinned the ultimate Queen of Hearts of Variety Improvement, was for the Spirits, for punitive games. What a difficult fact to name.

The result, though, is four fruits. It proves history is a success. I softly imagine behind my chest that Mira was for punitive games, and I still don't know the taste of Queen of Hearts.

Before such a mira, one spreading spreads.

"Like this, what do you think?

When Martel said so, red fruit grew on the tip of the crawl and rolled onto the table with a puffiness. If Mira takes that, Martel smiles with some provocative face. It doesn't look any different, but it looks like the variety has improved from what it looks like.

"Well, let's have it."

It just doesn't start when you're thinking about it. Mira quickly brought the fruit to her mouth with the temper of trying out how that awful taste had changed. And moments later, Mira had surprises like Martel's thought on her face.

"Oh... what a sweet taste!

Its pulp dissolves as if it were jelly, and at the same time, when the fruit juice that is just overflowing can be bounced in your mouth, the clear and fair acidity falls through your nose, spreading a melting sweetness.

It was a finished flavour, to the point that it did not allow other followers among the fruits I had ever eaten. So much so that it feels raw and lukewarm, such as the four great fruits, that it has a penetrating sweetness. The ultimate point of arrival where fruit can be reached. Mira was reminded that it was now the red fruit in her hands, and at the same time thanked her for the good fortune she had encountered.

"I think you liked it."

One bite in silence, Mira to taste cherished. Martel smiles happily when he sees Mira like that. Next to it, the Spirit King was staring at the fruit Mira would have in her hands in a slightly envious manner. He seems to be wondering how that awful fruit he mouthed as a punishment game was reborn.

"It surprised me a lot. My defeat."

Having finished his meal, Mira admitted to losing by saying so.

The boulder is an ancestral spirit. Even varietal improvements seem to be possible to breathe. And the flavors that can be made will surely exceed what farmers have improved over decades, or hundreds of years. I've never eaten Queen of Hearts yet, but no matter how long it takes, it's not far from this fruit. Mira was so upset. Not so long ago, the red fruit was shocking.

He laughs that he's been amazed by what King Spirit and Martel think, and Mira takes me for the all-season I'm about to drink. Then said the Spirit King. "What, it's still the beginning," he said.

"What, then?

Mira, who felt she had been shown Martel's overwhelming power, is stunned by that word of the Spirit King. Until now is the beginning, then what is true power? Extremely flavourful supreme fruit. A far culmination of varietal improvement. Suppose it continues next. and Martel was paying attention to Mira at hand as Mira toured such an idea.

"That drink, you're mixing four kinds of fruit in milk. And flower nectar."

In Mira's hands is me all season. It is an exquisite blend of the four seasonal signature fruits to add to the milk and a dish that is flavored with honey. Even though he didn't say anything at all about it, he just put his nose a little bit closer, and Martel even mentioned the fruit that was being used.

(So much so that no matter how mixed, plants can be discerned by subtle aromas and so on. But if you're a first-class cook, I hear such artistry is possible as well. I'm not surprised by this.)

Though I admitted to losing once, that was the first round of the story. In WWII, which began with the remarks of some thoughtless Spirit King, Mira finds herself in the position that she will not. He said to Mira, "Are you still hungry?" Martel asks.

"Um, we're still going in as many as we can!

All the fruits Martel produces are superb. Set aside the win or loss once, Mira responded instantly with her appetite. But that's only for a moment I answered. Mira immediately startles you with a futile resistance.

Before such a mira, the spreading spread again, leaving one fruit behind. It's a white oval fruit.

"Come on, have some."

Dusty and smiling Martel. Receiving it as a new challenge, Mira constantly clings to the white fruit.

"Oh my god, stupid!? This flavor...!

In the instant Mira's mouth, the seasons spread. Refreshing acidity for gentle sweetness. And an overwhelmingly striking yet all in harmony fragrance. The white fruit was packed with all the elements of sawdust, thighs and apples used in me all season. Besides, that doesn't end there. It even reproduces the richness of the milk and the sweetness of the honey.

In other words, the white fruit was the very taste of me all season.

"You sound surprised. That's the true power of Martel."

"Would you have liked it?

Spirit King with facial expressions like do and Martel with a decision face somewhere. The flavor itself is not touching with the all-season ole itself, which I am used to drinking, but Mira was more struck than ever by the fact that she was given fruit that tasted just like it.

"I don't know what's going on. No, that's not why I'm the original ancestor."

Mira understands Martel's true power and is wary of his hidden possibilities.

In fact, there were fruits that tasted the same as me all season. It doesn't mean anything like that. It's important that this white fruit is a new breed that Martel has created here and now.

But the power was now used to surprise Mira and so on. And towards Mira, surprised as she thought, the Spirit King, who even obeys the Original Spirits, finally came here to begin a willing commentary on Mira's first question, the difference between the Original Spirit and the Original Spirit.

Martel, the ancestral spirit of the plant. Immediately below it are the original spirits of the plant.

The original spirit of a plant, as its name suggests, is free to produce all kinds of plants. But that's only existing plants in the world. And the ultimate quality pure white peaches that Martel first produced are the power of evolution. The next red fruit produced is the power of change. Both adjust existing plants, and this is the characteristic power of the original spirits of the plants.

In contrast, the power that the Martel of the Original Spirit possesses is the power of creation to produce new species. This is the only and decisive difference, the Spirit King finished his commentary by saying it all out.

"Again, have you created a new breed? That's a hell of a force."

What happens if this force is used to produce plants that exhale toxins that are extremely fertile and make people die easily? That means that if Martel cares about it, the world will perish. The power of the Original Spirit is no less standard than God.

"Ugh, that's amazing."

But Martel himself, who has such power, has his chest stretched with a peaceful expression that never seems to think about such a great thing. He looks really good.

"Um, I never thought I'd have such an amazing experience in a place like this."

Mira responds honestly, staring at Martel smiling like a day. And at the same time, he uttered questions past the back of his brain. I wonder why such an amazing spirit was trapped in such a place.

I can't imagine it from the current atmosphere, but it was actually very messy back in the day. What a thought, Mira. I get locked up for playing too much prank. It's a good story.

"Right. I was curious about that, too. I have no idea why you're in a place like this because you've been alienated from the currents of the world for some time since you couldn't get out of the Spirit Palace."

To my surprise, yes, the Spirit King came on board with Mira's question again.

Long ago, the Spirit King is now unable to leave the Spirit Palace because of a recoil that contradicted him during the battle against the ghost tribe or because the control of his power has become unstable. Though it is named the Spirit Palace, its essence is a remote place close to the Quarantine Building and not even the original Spirit can approach it.

For that reason, it seems that the Spirit King does not grasp the subsequent trends of his former companions. At present, however, because Mira was connected to Mira through protection, Mira was also able to connect with the spirits she was contracting with, so she gathered various information through it. He just hasn't heard about Martel yet.

The last time such a Spirit King met Martel was at a time when the hero king Fawcesia was active, when the demons' kings and humanity were fighting. To harness the power of the Spirit King, mankind brings together wisdom and develops devices to control destabilizing forces. Only during the showdown did the Spirit King manifest himself on earth, granting protection to Fawcesia and also taking command of the front. Martel also said he had fully demonstrated his power to save mankind.

That is how the battle ended with the triumph of mankind. At the same time, they say the device that was controlling the power of the Spirit King has finally reached its critical point and has gone wild. But Fawcecia, who was just beside him at the time, managed to contain it. But the device is useless no more. For this reason, the Spirit King said he was to return to the Spirit Palace, unable to greet any of his devoted family except Fawcesia.

"Mr. Fawcecia asked me about the situation, but at that time, I was very lamenting that everyone had not been able to see Master Singh for the last time. Of course, so am I."

The Spirit King still seems to be the pillar of the spirits' hearts as well. It is an arrow-tipped rampage accident that I thought would overcome my predicament and capture victory and get the words of my labor. That disillusionment, it goes without saying.

"At that time, it was too steep. Forgive me."

The Spirit King smiles bitterly when he says that to Martel, who is somewhere acting stained, but turns that way and looks unfaithful. Then Martel smiled gently and let him turn around, "Yes, I forgive you," he said.

"Uh, let me point out one mistake first. I'm not trapped."

Martel tried to change it and said so first. aisles that were sealed multiple times by the Divine Spirit Crystal Stone. But according to Martel's story, it wasn't to keep him out, it was to protect this place from the outside.

"Oh, my God, that's what happened. You look so lonely, you might get the wrong idea."

He seemed to miss some of the signs of Martel that he felt slightly from afar, and Mira assumed he was trapped from the status quo. But apparently she's here of her own free will.

"I'm sorry I made you mistake. It's just that I felt a slight sign of Sin, so maybe that's what I thought."

It's just a different matter of whether you're lonely or not, even though you're here of your own free will. Laughing as he did, Mira sincerely thought it was a good thing she had come this far to look like Martel, who seemed happy.

"So, it's Martel. Why are you still here?

In an attitude that somehow misled the inside, the Spirit King went on to talk about the real deal. Then Martel smiles, "That's the same place," and then replies that there's something to protect in this place.

(The spirits of the original ancestors, etc., are the ones who protect them? I've got a really bad feeling about the treasure!)

In Martel's words, Mira was suddenly experiencing tangible emotions. But that's also something I can't help in a way. A room hidden from God, in the depths of a dungeon. There he is, the Spirit of the First Ancestors, the top of the top among the top. That such an ancestral spirit is protecting it. Whoever hears it, it's a combination you can't help but expect. Especially if you like fantasy.

"Is it something to protect? I don't see anything like it."

The Spirit King squeaks so as he looks around. One house in a large space, robustly covered with multiple spreads and grasshoppers. If you were to hide the treasure, you'd be the first candidate, but unfortunately nothing like it.

"Hehe, is that so easy to find"

In response to the words of such a Spirit King, Martel chests with great pleasure. Moreover, apparently, the grasshoppers and trees that thrive around this house have a deceptive nature even to the power of the exploratory system. Martel is confident that he hasn't hidden it in such a way that it's easy to see just by looking at it.

"Don't be thorough. That's what makes it worth looking for!

To the treasure concealed with the full power of the original Spirit of creating a new species, Mira begins to explore the room on her own in an increasingly exciting and cooling manner. Following that, the Spirit King also fishes out of the room trying to counter the proud Martel.

"It could be there."

Martel was stirring them up with challenging words as he seemed to enjoy the two running around and, more importantly, watched them happily.

"... and what are you protecting?

After more than a dozen minutes of searching, he couldn't even grasp a clue, and at last the Spirit King went on an outrage to ask the person who hid the treasure's identity. Mira, by the way, is exploring a separate room.

"Oh, are you sure you don't want to look anymore?

The look on Martel's face as if he had won somewhere. Ask for answers. That means something like a declaration of defeat. Nothing more than that the Spirit King succumbed to Martel.

"In your current state, you still have no hands, no feet."

The Spirit King replied so in a slightly infidel manner. Current state. In other words, it is a state that is manifested through the protection of Mira. Perception as the Spirit King becomes the Mira standard, and even the boulder Mira is not far from the full strength of the original Spirit.

"Oh, Master Singh. Are you a loser?

"Truth. But Lord Mira is still growing. That's more than Forcecia. I can tell. It's only a matter of time before we break it down."

The Spirit King smiles back at Martel with a sure look. Though the stranger of Mira, the praise from the Spirit King seemed to be much higher.

"I can't believe Master Singh said that much. She's promising."

"Oh, and most importantly, the relatives connected to Lord Mira told me. How much she loves us."

The relationship between spirits and people. The most important of these is bonding. Love is another one of those bonds. Mira is looking for an admirer in a separate room, but following a bond she does feel even if she can't see her figure, the Spirit King turns to Mira and smiles gently.

"Yeah, that's nice."

Until now, the Spirit King couldn't get out of the Spirit Palace. But not now. Thanks to Mira, the world seems to have expanded considerably. Martel stared at the figure of the Spirit King of the past and of the present and narrowed his eyes to softly relieve him.

"What did you call me?

Before those two, a glimpse of Mira peeps into his face. I haven't spoken in such a voice as to reach the separate room, but I think I felt something. Is this also a bond-forming business? Even with that feeling, King Spirit and Martel laughed unexpectedly at Mira, who was still so full of grass.