She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

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The exhibition match between Maylin and Neun is over.

It was a tie full of time limitations, but it was a fierce battle that would have been the highest on the continent.

The applause that rang out at the venue lasted until the announcement of the next match after both of them left.

The first match of the exhibition match was really intense.I'm sure that I won't get excited all day today. "

As the preparations progressed, Pinash looked back at the first battle and connected the time.

Meanwhile, Mira has all the information from the battle between Maylin and Neun in a note.

That's why Pinache kept talking until the next exhibition started.

That said, while Maylin and Neun were fighting, Mira had almost explained it.Rather, it could be said to be a good percentage.

The exhibition match was finally ready for World War II.

As the host's call echoes, Cyril, the winner of a special tournament, appears on the stage.

How about that ─ ─?

Cyril! Cyrus!!

And that yellow cheering that was no less than the Noin just now flooded the scene all at once.

Everyone knows that the Great Guild, Master Cyril of Ecarlat Carillon, is once again in sight!

Or should I say that the tension of Pinache has not leaked out?

Although I may be somewhat aware of the actual situation, Mira's face and appearance are no longer like a maiden in love, but rather like a deceased person who fell in love.

Cyril smiles back at the cheers of the audience, including Pinache.Then the audience seats sprang up even more.

With that in mind, one more person has finally come onto the stage.Here's Cyril's opponent.

One of the twelve apostles, he was a swordsman without a shield, and without even armor.Even so, the simple but flamboyant clothes worn by the swordsmen seemed almost like a president who enjoyed his holidays.

Unlike Nein, it doesn't feel majestic at first glance, but rather it seems like a sight because it went to the wrong place.

Awesome, Altvide-sama!

"Hey hey, what kind of fight is this going to be!?"

However, such an impression is when someone who does not know anything sees it.The visibility of the Twelve Apostles was at the continental level, and the cheer spread instantly.

"No, I didn't expect to be nominated."I wasn't prepared at all.I'm sorry for being like this. Hahaha "

The man on the stage, Altvid, was barefoot and suddenly, rather than dressed in that outfit, had only one sword in his hand.

Depending on the opponent, they might even be able to take it as a fool.

But Cyril didn't look angry at Altvid at all."On the contrary, if it's you, one of those swords is enough, right?"”He smiled.

"Yeah, well, that's right."

The challenging gaze lurking in Cyril's eyes.Upon receiving it, Altvid pulled his sword out of the sheath with a smile of satisfaction.

The Twelve Apostles "The Altovid of the Swordstorm".Because it is difficult to move, he does not wear any kind of armor, but he is a raw sword customer who has fought through many battlefields with one sword.

And as the two names suggest, he wielded his sword, and it was the storm itself that ran through the battlefield.

(Now, how far does it go ─ ─)

Cyril, who was opposed to Altvide, was laughing amusedly as he held his sword.

He didn't think he could beat Altvid.On the contrary, I wasn't willing to win this exhibition match.

If you're looking for victory, you can choose an opponent that's right for you.However, Cyril had appointed the same Hijikata opponent.And among them, it is the top class in terms of rank.

But I didn't abandon the fight.

(─ ─ How far can you tell!)

Cyril nominated Altvide for his own growth.He is still strong enough, but after many encounters and many experiences, he is determined to become stronger than he is now.

That's why Cyril chose to play against Altvid, who was close to him and still high.To grasp the trigger to reach that height.

How spectacular is that?This is exactly what it's like to be breathless!

The strength of Cyril's technique is that it doesn't end once he sees it.The more I swung my sword, the more I took control of the realm.However, the sword storm is a pain in the ass because it will destroy the area it controls with a slashing slash. "

Cyril and Altvid exhibition match.From the very beginning, it was a furious development, even if it was called climax.

Even so, what a commentary game this is again.As I explained, the situation changed from one time to the next, and that's not the point.I can only tell you to look and feel anymore.

The battle that began with the rewards of long sword moves and sword moves continued uninterrupted for a moment, even after a long time.

You don't even have to keep your mouth shut anymore.

(But then again... that Altvide was so far away.It's still such an amazing skill.)

On the stage. The two of them were constantly joining together for a moment, and they were fighting a deadly battle and exchanging swords happily together.

I wonder if there was something between the two of you who had the sword.

With that in mind, and with an appropriate reason, Mira loosened her hand in the commentary, and she drew attention to the fact that she could not miss it.

Fierce battles between the best swordsmen.Many of the moves that flash up there reach the realm of masters.

Mira was exploring whether it would be possible to incorporate some of them into the weapon spirit technique.

Pinash was also Pinash, which was already paying attention with a serious gaze, but it was clearly a different gaze from Mira's.

And so, the exhibition match between Cyril and Altvide, in which the audience and various other emotions intersect in such a way that the sword technique and the sword technique continue to bump into each other fiercely.

And this one was going to last until the time limit again, and the result was a draw.

"─ ─" Let me replace this with a word of gratitude to you all.I'll see you at the next tournament!

At the end of the exhibition match, the entire tournament process is over.

Finally, when Alma's closing remarks echoed, the biggest applause ever.

Plenty of time for stimulation. A dream moment.A joyful moment that will surprise you. The Nirvana Empire, which provided all of it, and the Queen Alma, who accomplished it.And with gratitude to the uplifters, it continued to sound long and far.

At this time, the tournament that lasted for several months was finally over.

"Thank you very much. What would have happened if Mira-san hadn't been here... it's just horrible to imagine."

"I didn't do anything serious."It was only because the master successfully talked to me that I was able to keep the key points down and explain. "

When the tournament was over, Mira's work as a commentator was also completed.

Mira worked with Pinache, who had been with her all the time during the match.And as we celebrate each other's hard work, we left the Live Room behind.

(Phew, this is finally the end of the tournament.However, there were many things along the way.)

Mira walks down the hallway to return to the Royal Castle, remembering what happened since she came to Nirvana.

And it was in the middle of it. There were two figures in the corner of the corridor facing the newsroom and at the end of the heading.

(... hm? Who is that person? ─ ─And, oh? What a hemdor!)

One of them was a familiar one.Unlike at the game, Mira was slightly late to notice because she was in her usual clothes with a slightly aristocratic atmosphere.But I remember the face I saw in the game.

Hemdor, the grandson of Warrenwerg Wilternen, the three gods of Ozstein.

It used to be a boy who was too young, but now it's overflowing with Dandyism with a lot of tanning.

What on earth is he doing standing there in a fair position anyway?

And there was a woman next to her.However, it looks like a maid because of the clothes.He must be accompanying him as his caretaker.

For a moment, it was Mira who tried to call out "It's been a long time", but it was at Dunbalf that I met him.There is nothing unnatural about speaking to me in my current state.

And above all, we must absolutely avoid talking badly and finding out who we really are in case.To preserve the majesty of Dunbalf.

So Mira didn't do anything, she just walked past it.I'm glad that the cheeky, strangeness boy of that time grew up well.

Right after that.

"I wonder if you'd mind a moment." Mira-san, isn't it?He is said to be a disciple of Master Dunbalf.Could you give me a minute to talk about it? "

What a shout from Hemdor.

What surprised me was Mira.

A disciple of Dunbalf. Hemdor wants to talk to you about it.What is it all about?Simply, you just want to hear the mentor's story from Mira, an apprentice.

Or did you even realize that Mira was Dunbalf just like Alma and the others?

In Mira's mind, various developments, from the worst to the worst, disappeared.

"Hmm, no matter. My disciple Mira... what kind of story do you want?"

Regardless, Mira looked back under the guise of a gentle breeze as she remained silent and became suspicious.

Then, Hemdor's slight surprise appeared on his face, and he smiled happily as if he was somewhat relieved.

Um, what's going on here, so can I have my cabin or something?

Hemdor pointed to the end of the hallway.

And then ─ ─.

"Hey, buddy." Are you a beast or something, trying to suddenly lure a woman you've never met into a room? "

The maid of last resort has already uttered such words with a cold look.

"Ugh...! No, that's not what this is about."Just because I thought it wasn't like standing in a place like this and talking ─ ─ "

"─ ─ In that case, at the very least, I should tell you that I want to talk about Master Dunbalf.I've warned you about the same thing before, but is your little head a bird? "

"Gufuu...!"

Those are the spicy words that come out one after another against Hemdor's excuses.

Hemdor is instantly beaten down by words that do not allow for dodging or defending.

No matter what changes from the atmosphere, it doesn't change that he is the grandson of the Three Gods.In other words, he should have the authority he deserved, but he didn't seem to have anything like that in his present form, which had been ruined by the words of a maid.

(Hmm? This maid... somehow...)

And Mira remembers what happened before the two exchanged.

It was really the worst, the worst, the worst, the boyhood Hemdor.He was neglected by his classmates, his noble companions, and even his relatives, but there was only one poisonous tongue maid who never abandoned him.

However, as far as I can see, it seems that she is not herself at that time, considering her age.The maid here looked like twenty or so.

But out of his mouth, and out of his way of dealing with Hemdor, was the image of a maid of the tongue.

"─ ─ That's why I know it's a lot of trouble, but would you like to hang out with me a little bit?"I will also be present, so there is no mistake. No, I will stop you even if you have to. "

"No, that's not what I meant at all!?"

It was a maid who was polite enough to tell them what to do, and a wandering hemdor.There was no more dust left in the sincerity of fighting Cyril.

What has happened in the last thirty years?I don't know the details, but there is only one thing I know.

Now his reins seem to be in her hands.