She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Two hundred and sixty-one.

Just to donate, Mira, who received an unexpected souvenir, was on her way to her next destination after being dropped off by church officials and left the church.

"Sure, it should have been around here..."

As he was looking around the city to place the summoning members, Mira, who was checking the location, proceeded along the boulevard with a slight glance.

Where Mira is looking. That's the guard. I was wondering about yesterday's underground waterway and what happened afterwards, so I asked around.

The range we currently know is up to the part that was in Christina's report. The hub of a human trafficking organization that was in the groundwater. The master of the mansion was caught, but then what happened to the children who were there? What Mira cares about more than anything else is one of them.

Oh, there it is.

Heavy building made of stone iron. Grimdart and another, Linkslot's flag was raised, where he stood very martial, even within a colorful boulevard. Even The Army is easy to understand.

Security. It was the base of the guards. It was a barracks, an office, and a point of consultation.

Once inside, a large lobby is spread out, with reception counters lined up at the edges. There was also the appearance of some advisors there. I've only been listening for a little while, and apparently I'm asking you to do something about the sleeping drunks at the store.

Yesterday's burglary fuss must have cheered me up to drink and sing quite a bit. In fact, Mira, who had seen such a drunken look by the time she got here, waited for the reception to be empty, bitterly laughing that it would be hard in the morning.

That's how after about five minutes, it was Mira's turn.

"Desmond, is the soldier captain ready?

Standing in front of the reception, Mira speaks so directly into the room. It would be quickest to ask Desmond, who was there at the time, directly if he were to ask about the aftermath.

"Uh, what can I do for you?

However, there was a puzzling color on the receptionist's face because of various folds over the boulder. Mira recalls that she had gone too far ahead and wonders what to explain.

And that's the time.

"Oh, isn't it the Spirit Queen if you think of her as someone? Thank you for your cooperation yesterday."

One of the soldiers behind the receptionist said those words when he turned to his face.

"No?... Oh, my God, you were with me yesterday."

The man was one of Desmond's delightful companions, a soldier like Chara. Mira, remembering from the atmosphere, asks him where Desmond is, saying this is just fine.

"If you're the captain, I'm sure it was Conference Room III. From there, up the stairs to the third floor, just to the left."

The Chara man taught me so politely. Then the receptionist said, "Um, are you sure?" I look back. Think of it like an outsider going up to the police station. Rather, the reception reaction would be appropriate in this case.

However, it seems that Mira has succeeded in gaining their trust in what happened yesterday.

"It's okay, it's okay. Besides, the Spirit Queen was with us back then."

That's what gave Mira permission to go in the back.

"Sure, third floor... oh, not here"

As the Chara man taught me, Mira, who went up to the third floor of the guard station, found a room a little earlier that said 'Third Chamber'. According to the story, Desmond is writing a report there about yesterday.

Also, in some cases, you may need Mira's testimony, so please listen to me for a moment.

Standing in front of the door three times knocking, a little, the voice returned, "Yes, yes, please -".

Now, if you'll excuse me.

When the door was opened, there was a figure of Desmond, under the lighting, surrounded by numerous documents.

"So something... Huh? Mr. Mira!?"

Desmond looked to the entrance with a short break and just a stretch, and raised his surprise at Mira's appearance standing there. Mira's visit seemed totally unexpected.

"Uh... Huh? Oh, please, sit here first."

Confused, Desmond begins to respond to visitors. "Where was the tea...... no, cocoa is better -" he murmurs and goes to the conference room water heating space.

"No, you don't mind my business. I just wanted to ask you a few questions about yesterday."

Mira said that to panicking Desmond briefly about why she came here. He wants me to tell you more about yesterday.

"I see. Is that what happened? I get it. Kristina has reported some things, but I think it's a corner, so let's follow the order!

Desmond, who had prepared this whether it was a hot water space, laid them down across the street with the report he had written until earlier as Mira lined up at the table in front of the couch where she would sit. And then I said, "I don't mind later, let me also talk to you about Mr. Mira," and then I started talking about what happened after the breakup.

Desmond says. He said there was a single door about enough to follow the traces left by Fuzzy Dice down the underground waterway.

But the door wasn't the only one there. Oh, my God, in front of the door, he said someone was down. Moreover, a closer look reveals that the person is in a state of sleep by Fuzzy Dice.

I'm sure you know the details. I gently secured and interrogated him, and it turns out that the end of the door serves as a hub for the human trafficking organization.

Also, when I asked about the number of people in there, I even found out what a pre-trade child was incarcerated.

There seems to be a lot of skill in the base, but that's the same thing here. Desmond and the others also got the help of the mercenaries, from which the rescue of the child was first and foremost moved.

Breaking through the door and entering the stronghold all at once, they said there were six guys with bad gallows and ten kids in the deepest part. Plus, just that moment when I stepped in, he said, was a scene where a little girl was crying when one of the bad gals took her dolls.

"Then it was then. I don't know what you would describe as a real wind. Kristina, who was supposed to be right next to us, was in the deepest part at some point."

Desmond talked as he watched. Shortly after Christina went between a guy with a bad gala and a girl, the guy suddenly collapsed more.

"I honestly had no idea what happened then. It just created a lot of agitation and gaps on the other side."

I panicked at the sudden appearance of a fallen man, the bad galas. Don't miss the gap, Desmond and the others snuck in at once. The opponent, as he was asking, had all his hands in order. But many are passive, and Desmonds and the others manage to succeed in securing everyone this way.

That's how I calmed down, and when I first looked at the man who was defeated, he said the figure was very peaceful. But if you check closely, the man finds that the bones on both hands and legs were beautifully broken.

"I'm sure Mr. Christina could have easily slashed everyone on that spot and dumped them. But I guess I didn't because, as you can see from the man's condition, I took care not to show those occasions to my kids."

"Compared to that, we didn't take that into account enough," said Desmond, who told him soakedly that he was a wonderful person with a gentle heart. The resistance of the enemy is pretty good, too, and he's become a big catch with quite a bit of bloodshed.

"I really showed the kids the blood-smelling scene.... the kids just told me they were heroes."

Desmond smiled happily, though only slightly depressed.

There were no deaths due to that battle. But most of the other side is seriously injured. But the Desmonds who punished the bad guys, whether they stink of blood or mud, are heroes if you try them on the kids.

"The kids aren't being honest. If that's what you were saying, you're the heroes."

Every man wants to be a hero for once. Mira smiled so that she could put it on Desmond's smile.

(But again, that's what happened. After all, if you ask me in detail, I don't know.)

He said he took care not to show the kids the tragedy, but for those parts, it wasn't in Kristina's report. The only thing that happened was the result of just being subdued.

There's something surprisingly humble about it.

I have the impression that Kristina is going to be good at talking about what she did best, but that just seems to be a mistake. Next time Mira thinks about telling Alfina how that wonderful Christina works.

And Mira also tried to change it in her mind so that she could take such considerations into account.

"And what are those children doing now?

Mira mouths the milk tea and then asks once now.

I was able to get a good idea of what happened in the underground waterway. Then the next thing I know, it's about the kids I was most concerned about.

"There, don't worry. It is well protected in national facilities. And we're going to be responsible for finding and delivering our parents here."

I'm sure that was exactly what Fuzzy Dice was after. He said he would take care of the country more than he found it. And as soon as the parents are found, Desmond and the others are supposed to deliver it.

"And I couldn't find anything like an injury or an illness first."

Desmond began to talk about the current situation further with a reassuring look on his heart.

Kids looking a little calm because they slept through it. Although I was scared when I just protected him, this morning I listened carefully to the caregiver and said he was feeling better. Though there were no noticeable injuries, I guess the child still had a broken heart, which seems to give him an occasional anxious look.

"All this will have to be healed slowly over time. We need to do our best to find our parents soon."

The effects of psychological stress will still have no choice. Still, Desmond says those kids would be fine. Cristina was there to cheer up the kids from the time she rescued everything to the time she was sent back.

They say these kids want to keep their mouths together in the morning, be cool swordsmen, etc.

"Oh, my God, I didn't know that had happened."

Mira is impressed by Christina's kindness, even though she didn't return it immediately. Christina's stock is currently rising in Mira.

"So now the handyman is teaching you how to handle an easy sword."

He said Desmond's men made a name for them. Desmond laughed, wishing he could teach just the basics until his parents were found.

Mira then, for about thirty minutes, helped Desmond write the report. Mostly, about Fuzzy Dice's movements. At that time, we will know the status of those who were imprisoning the children and those in the mansion where the entrance to the waterway was located.

First of all, they were incarcerated, but they said it was a mercenary collapse that carries out all the backwork. I haven't heard the details yet, but I don't know much about human trafficking organizations.

And the next thing I know, Viscount Dembalor, the lord of the mansion, but he says he's talking about his involvement with the human trafficking organization, and he can have a paperwork tomorrow.

"Did you commit the crime of organizing it?"

"Yeah, according to the guy who heard the word that the guy was calling, you think it's on a pretty good scale"

Division. In other words, this case is not the only crime committed by the owner of the mansion.

It should be noted that it is impossible to hear immediately because there are many cumbersome procedures due to nobility. It is Desmond's stupidity that if it were visible and black, there would be no need for procedures.

"I'm sorry I'm busy."

I could hear everything I wanted to know. Mira drinks the last bite of tea and gets up.

"No, thanks for filling in the report."

Mira's supplement seems to have successfully filled the unknown. Desmond replied with a smile as he put together the finished report.

You won't have to worry about the kids if you leave them to it. So relieved, Mira followed the guard as Desmond and the others dropped her off.

It's just that this matter is as confidential as possible. The reason for this would still be that nobility was involved in human trafficking organisations. Because having that nobility would be a very bad fact for the country.

"Organisation... It's unforgivable to feed the kids."

From what I've heard, it looks like a big human trafficking organization is involved in this underground waterway thing. You can't let it go any more than you know you have such a thing. At the same time I think so, another hunch passes the back of my brain. I wonder if Lastrada even knew about this organization as well as the evils of the aristocracy.

(Hmm, shall I ask you directly?)

He said he would be in touch soon. Then I'll ask you when we meet again. With that in mind, Mira walked toward her next destination.