She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Two hundred seventy-eight.

The qualifying finals of the card tournament had been a one-off offense at the end of the day. The handsome man who receives the support of an angel rolls out all he can without seeing a slight gap and stops with a piece of neck skin. Each time, the yellow voice boiled and the audience raised a surprise.

Sometimes, if you don't put in so much, you want to support the losers. Especially if there is a glimpse of stickiness after the color of the loss thickens and the possibility of reversal.

(Mmmm...... Stay on track... As it is, I in the corner could lose!

When I realized it, the atmosphere of the entire venue was handsome. Everyone was swallowed by the rewind from the brink of defeat and the sticky hips that followed from it.

Dumblrf, the Nine Wise Men, loses to Simone Chris, the unnamed forty-eight general. It's kind of a card game win or loss, naturally different from reality, but I don't like it somehow.

Mira watched as she unfolded with a clear face.

A handsome turn. Still a critical situation, but rolling out is always a sharp hand for reversal. Instead of having a gap, the temperamental focus of not missing even the slightest gap in the opponent was so much higher than coming here.

Beautiful woman cutting through such a handsome onslaught with a piece of paper. However, its lightness was beginning to cloud and the rushing colour could be seen. That's not impossible either. One more blow, a mere plunder to settle, brought the victory into contact from where it was so close to now. Plus, I'm starting to see even the color of the reversal. I wouldn't have any choice but to be pushed mentally.

Also, the rush seemed contagious to the fans of beautiful women, with gloomy moods such as whether they would continue to lose.

(It's times like this when you should believe me and cheer!

The cheers emitted by the fans of the beautiful women were mixed with their moods. Hence the lack of momentum, which is obliterated by the yellow voice in support of the handsome.

That's when Mira moved. Slip through the audience again and move on.

That's how we headed ahead was where the fans of the beautiful women were gathered.

"It's not good to stay like this," "I should have leaned all at once in Dumblrf." "Is that something you can stomp on?"

The fans of the beautiful women looked anxiously at the plate, exchanging those words. In its eyes, there is a concern that it will remain reversed.

"What will the lords do with all their hearts? Now that we are working hard, it will be the fans who believe in victory and support it!

Among venues thriving in fierce warfare. Mira, who reached the source of the fans of the beautiful woman, dives into the back of it and scolds her so.

Beauty has not lost in strength. Rather, strength would be better than good-looking. But now they're hunting us down. Why is that?

Because you are losing with your heart.

The fan men, they notice. You've been swallowed by anxiety. And understand. what it takes to break this situation.

"Oh, yeah. You were right. We can't support you here, and who can!

The men, awakened by Mira's scolding, began to send hot cheers to the beauty as it caught fire. Cross with it and Mira will support you. And for making too much noise, we all got attention from the clerk.

Everyone laughs when they scold me. The beautiful woman was also laughing when she saw it. Then there was a change in the war.

Apparently, the best possible support has arrived. Hasn't the beauty changed and the colour of anxiety vanished and a fierce counterattack started?

Feeling good is important at all times. It also brings me wonder and luck.

Cutting off Mira and her fans cheering, the war situation began to lean toward the beauty side again. And where the beautiful woman went on the offense at once, the venue wandered. At the same time, the handsome fans raised their scream-stained voices.

"He's in a hurry."

One of the fans of beauty squeals like that. I didn't notice Mira, but apparently the handsome guy made some mistakes. In fact, the handsome face had a terribly upsetting color floating around.

From there on out, the flow changed all at once. Beauty's rolling hands relentlessly drove the handsome side of the unit away.

And finally, the last turn. Dumblrf's card sets the final blow to the handsome faction.

"Winner, Leona!

When the clerk tells her the name of a beautiful woman, a big round of applause comes from the venue. And the cheer echoed all over the venue.

Reversal from reversal. The final match, which will be regarded as a rare famous battle in recent years, was settled with the victory of a beautiful woman. Also, the neutral spectators who once backed the handsome also thrived on the victory of the beautiful woman Leona, from which she tried to reverse even further, and the venue was in an unexcited state.

"By the way, what the hell are you? Not here, but are you a fan of Mr. Leona too?

In preparation for the awards ceremony, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, Leona, went back to the gallery once. I just dropped off those two backs, and one of the Leona fans looks back at Mira. On that face, with unparalleled expectations.

"Me?... No, I'm a passing Dumblrf fan."

I didn't like the fact that the card I became a model would lose. There was no way he could say anything like that, and Mira said a reply that didn't have to hit him but was not far away.

"Oh well, that way. But you do. We like it, too, Dumbleffe. It's Leona's trump card!

The fan man, although he showed only a little disappointment, immediately regains his mind and makes him laugh that way. And then I started wandering like I might feel comfortable with you, etc.

"Thanks, thanks to you"

The man who came out to replace the man who was standing up to meet the beautiful girl, after a gentle pull. Sounds like a fan leader. He has smiled happily and offered his hand.

"What, it's not enough to be thanked. I can't help but see your lords. Just a favor."

Mira shook back the hand offered as she answered so. And I gave Leona's fans there a glimpse.

"All I can say is that it's not a good idea anymore..."

"Right."

"Oh, I'm sorry about what we did."

Fans who say that and laugh bitterly swear they will take advantage of it next by carving and reflecting on this one. And I've been pushing Mira's leader, who keeps holding her hand, for good, and begging Mira to shake her hand first.

Mira shook their hands back like that, but she called out, "Good luck."

After watching the qualifiers for the card game tournament, Mira followed the venue's store, praying that Leona could also be active in the main game.

And just about then. In the athlete holding room behind the store, the handsome man was badly depressed.

"What the hell is going on? I don't know how impatient you were, but you're not gonna make that mistake."

A friend who cares about a depressing handsome man. But the handsome man doesn't want to answer, he just keeps his face down and says "nothing" back.

"You can't be anything. Just then. Around where Mr. Leona's fans got noisy. Since right after that, things have gone wrong.... Could it have been something done to them?

My friend was aware. Before a handsome man makes a fatal mistake, he's never been more distracted by the resolution of an unprecedented state of concentration. And it's also when the handsome man's timing turns out to be the hangover of Leona's counterattack.

"No, it's not that. You know they're not the kind of people who do that."

Leona's fans have set up something that would put the handsome at a disadvantage to let Leona win. I can't even think about it in the circumstances. But a handsome man denies it. Leona's fans honor their opponents because they know they are gentlemen.

And most importantly, the handsome man had a good understanding of the cause of his own malaise.

"... oh yeah. Then what is it? You can't afford to be distracted like such an idiot during a game. What happened?"

My friend also knew about the gentlemanship of the Leona fans. But it was also true that I couldn't think of a cause other than that. I couldn't believe how handsome he was then because I knew what he was capable of, and what he meant by the game.

"It's..."

A handsome man. Is it hard to talk, or is it something you don't want to talk about? I can't make that decision, but my friend went straight with him.

"Something I can't even tell you? Then I won't ask. But if you have a problem, I'll talk to you."

Not just this time. If there's another big game, you shouldn't end up in the same state. In the meantime, we should eliminate the cause. That's what my friend thought, but swallowed the word. It is now as soon as the game is lost. I'm sure you'll need some time to sort out your feelings.

That's how we start to exchange stories without other love. I need to strengthen my hand tags, maybe even look for a new Legendary Rare, etc. You still like it, the content is all about card games.

And that was after a while.

"Actually, it was then..."

Did he calm down? The handsome man began to talk about the cause of the distraction.

End of game. When it was visibly thick in loss. When I managed to escape the difficulty of attracting Legendary Rare and found a chance to fight back.

"At that moment, I thought my luck had come around. But as you know, Mr. Leona has also served Dumblrf again in the next turn. That's when it happened."

The handsome man speaking in remembrance, there, he smiled with a trance like a fever. And I said, "That's when I heard it. Um, an adorable voice," he continues.

"Adorable, voice? How that relates to your malaise. It's okay to go around, just tell me what's causing this."

What I'd like to know is a handsome man who talks about something that's significantly out of tune, but doesn't really get the guidelines. When a friend pointed out that this was an important moment of encounter, the handsome man did not break down speaking in good order.

"I found it. Angels."

"What?"

To the words of a handsome man who was too abstract, his friend accidentally returned them with a loose voice between them. But I don't give a shit about that, and the handsome man talks even more.

The handsome man, he said. The moment Leona's trump card, Dumblrf, was put out at that time, he said he was convinced he was defeated. But then, when I looked up at the voice I heard, the handsome smiled that there was an angel there.

"I remember the moment I first saw it, my body got so hot. Besides, she was with the kids who were there for me. An angel is there for me. When I thought so, something so strong came up that I didn't even know it. And then, strangely enough, I could see a winner I'd never seen before. That must have been a miracle the angels carried."

Also a handsome guy who speaks abstract words. But a long-time friend of mine who dated something, that's all I heard, figured out what he wanted to say.

"I mean, that was the factor that made it great. So, what did the angel do when he fell out of it?"

That moment I was showing you more concentration and more strength of pull than ever before. An angel involved in a cut that could change the course of the game at once.

An angel is a metaphor, a friend who guessed he was as cute as that. If so, it is really easy to expect that the cause of the sudden fall from it will also be the cute child.

In fact, it was the right answer, and the handsome man was openly dropped.

"Oh... I thought you were rooting for me, but it wasn't. Angels weren't there for me."

The handsome man who said so spoke of the sight he had seen at that time, trying to zero his stupidity somewhere.

One more breath. When the victory was imminent. Her fans' voices echoed in desperate support for Leona, who was in a critical situation.

Backup at that time was very enthusiastic, believing in Leona's victory. He said the handsome guy was impressed that you have great people to support you as you compete.

"But I'm not losing either. There's always everyone there to back me up. And most importantly, there was supposed to be an angel."

I guess I remembered that time. The handsome man suddenly shut up there. After a few moments, however, the words continue to be pompous.

Leona's fans caught the attention of the clerk after too much noise and support. And there was that angel in them that couldn't possibly be mistaken for a look.

"At first I doubted my own eyes. I was so happy that I even started seeing hallucinations.... but it wasn't. The angels there were real."

"At that moment, like some magic was solved, I couldn't see the victory," the handsome man, who looked up to heaven just because he was desperate, added that the angel was talking to the Leona fans in a friendly way.

"I see."

A friend grasped the general situation with a handsome description. And one more thing, I realize that I wouldn't even be aware of myself. The handsome man must have fallen in love with a child named the angel. As a result, things were unprecedented. But when I saw him getting along with the Leona fan guys, jealousy arose. As a result, things have turned around so far.

If you sort out the story, it's an easy cause.

(Speaking of which, you had nothing to do with how hot this is but love)

I'm sure it's the first time I've fallen in love. And because of my first emotions, I guess the ups and downs were intense. My long-time friend wonders what's going on.

If you take a good look at him, he still seems to be dragging his tail all the time, completely different from usual, and you can see he's restless. That was more than I had ever seen before, and in the eyes of a friend, the anomaly also appeared.

(Might as well settle for halfway love)

I fell in love for the first time with a kid who happened to be in the venue. Besides, he's so strong in love that he rocks his emotions so hard. My friend thinks. I was wondering if, in the future, a lot of things will affect me if I remain indigested.

"So, again, when you get to see that angel, do you want to see him?

The game was all over, but after this, the launch of the end of the qualifying round was scheduled to take place in the store. If a handsome angel is a fan of Leona, he will surely remain in the venue to celebrate his appearance in the main tournament.

My friend, just for a little while there, thought I'd ask him to go out with his handsome first love. Whether that works or not, it will be better than staying halfway there right now. Better than the good-looking man now with the despair of falling everywhere.

"... I want to see you"

After a long thought, the handsome man muttered so slightly. And he goes on to say, "I want to see you and make sure."

"What do you mean, sure?

"Relationship with those men."

When a friend asked, the handsome man answered instantly. That man. I mean, the Leona fans that the angels were talking about with pleasure.

"Well, okay. Then I'll find you, so you wait here. If you leave, you'll make a scene again."

Simply, isn't it between the fans? That's what I thought, my friend, but if it's refreshing to ask, I get up.

"By the way, can you tell me the characteristics of that angel?

Speaking of which, I didn't hear a word about appearance. A friend who remembers the matter looks back in front of the door.

"Oh, that's..."

Seemed to observe well enough, albeit first-person. The handsome man spoke in detail about the look of an angel.