Open the heavy iron door.
There was a sight there that I didn't think was underground.
The voices that arrived from around me resembled the Sole of the Adventurer Guild, and even the air looked just like it.
The difference is the rash on your face. I can also see faces like I saw in some Adventurer Guilds, but not as familiar with them.
The age bracket isn't that high. There doesn't seem to be any teenagers here, but it mainly consists of men and women in their early twenties.
I am calm somewhere instead of being gay, and everyone is holding something to make me feel that way.
Why is there such a place in the basement of the Colored Food District?
I think so and look back to Dallas.
By the time I looked back, Dallas had already come right behind me, and Porch was already sitting in an empty seat.
Needless to say, I was more surprised by Porch's selfishness than Dallas, who was behind it.
Dallas, peering into my face, looked at me and I felt like I laughed a little.
"After all, you react differently to any human being who comes here"
Wouldn't you? I'm quite normally surprised.
Does it usually surprise you more?
"What the hell is this place, Mr. Dallas?
"... of the PLA (Resistance)."
"Become!? What did you say?
There's also surprise and embarrassment, me experiencing the human wonder that my voice slowly turns down from the first surprise, but Dallas looks at me flat.
Dallas... a flavor of the Liberation Army (Resistance)?
Did you already know Warren when you fought that orgy king? No, or did Dallas invite Warren? No, don't you have that? Then the other way around?... Mmm, I'm starting to feel like there's neither.
"Porch, I'll bring you a meal right there. Wait."
"It's superior!
Porch showing a small wink.
Then Dallas turned to me and asked me to turn my hand back.
... you mean put the pouch down and follow me?
"Azley, you're this way"
Put the saliva on the table, side by side with the pouch sitting in the chair, and I'll follow Dallas.
I get stabbed in the back by the gaze of interest rather than the quirks that arrive from around me...... making me feel weird.
I mean, I do know that my face is somewhat known, but I don't feel like this is just the kind of gaze I see at celebrities like that.
Same door as the entrance that was in the deepest part. Now Dallas pushes open and moves on inside.
"Mr. Azley..."
Voice of a woman sitting in a rotating thick leather chair. I'm showing my back, but the magic that covers my body is stretched out and passed on to Bishibishi and me.
The voice is slightly plundering, but the voice that passes.
"... Yes"
When she replies one beat late, the woman slowly rotates the chair to look at this one.
Thin, blue hair shakes reminiscent of water. My face is full of tenderness, but my eyes are firmly sorting me.
Fifty years old... you're turning around. A woman with grey eyes, with an impressive crying black child (me). That was the first impression I saw.
"Thank you, Dallas. Step back."
"Yes."
Dallas graciously backs down and closes the door.
For a moment of silence, I stared... and I kept deviating.
I'm not very good at eye contact with people I've met.
Hold on, why am I being seen giddy by strangers right now?
I didn't think Warren was the head of the Liberation Army (Resistance) on the boulder.
The word "Azito" in Dallas, and the presence of this woman who had the powerful magic to be in its deepest room. Maybe this is the head of the Liberation Army (Resistance).
But…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Um, just a little... laughed?
"Wind Needle"
"Huh!? Wow!?
Slap down the wind needle approaching with the scepter of a water dragon.
Smile......................... This woman is smiling and unleashing magic on me!?
"Windrance"
"Oh, my God!
The map of the universe is fast! Intermediate magic makes this cosmic diagram a pretty good magician.
Take the spear of the wind with magically covered hands, and let it disappear.
"Windhole"
Closed room with wind. In the impending wind blade space, room books and parchment paper dance.
Trouble magic again... I can't help it.
"Ho ho, square junction!
In an instant I encircled the wind space in a junction, compressing it with magic at almost simultaneous times, making it disappear.
For a moment the woman's eyes narrow. Oh, shit. Maybe you wanted me to use magic?
"... brilliant"
"Thanks for that...... Bye! What is it? Suddenly. I only felt fear, like attack magic with a smile on my face!
"Oh, I had fun, didn't I?
I can still only feel fear in the woman who gives me back the dust.
Early on when we met, even the greetings were only known by my name, and I don't know the name of this woman. Oh, well.
Should I use appraisal glasses?
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Seira.
LV: 100
HP: 1830
MP: 2099
EXP: 99999999
Special: Attack Magic "T", Auxiliary Magic "T", Recovery Magic "T"
Title: University of Magic Graduate, Rank S, Royal Mage, Ice Laugh of the Circle, Great Mage, Uniter, Leader
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... is a name I've heard of somewhere.
I look at the first name displayed and think of it, and at the same time I see the title that follows, I remember it.
"Six Law Firm... Ice Laugh Around," Saira "............ Huh!?
"Discover"
Don't break your smile, Seira, you look at me.
I feel a little colour on the wrinkles (wrinkles) on my eyeballs that appear all the time. Mmm, horrible.
"Why the hell are you doing this?
"Oh? You haven't heard from Dallas? You mean the test for joining the Liberation Army?
"... it's your first ear"
"Heh, you don't have to tell me. I can get by with my aggressive strength. Maybe that's what they thought."
Calm down and say so, Seira lifted her hips out of her chair and stared at me.
Now I see kindness in my eyes.
"And it was brilliant. That cosmic diagram speed. I saw it as an impending strength for Ishtal and Lloyd."
"That's the same here. We couldn't spare this damage if we were one hand behind."
"Really? Though it seemed like you could afford it?
"Why, do you think so?
"All because of the consideration not to destroy this little room"
Sayla said, winking differently than Porch and Duncan.
Reminds me of Warren. Different types, but similar to Warren's as a mentor.
"And I'm surprised you can use magic."
"Ha..."
"So? When will formal accession be?
"I haven't said a word yet, have I? I'm not interested in joining you in the first place."
With that said, Seira tilted her neck only slightly.
"That's crazy, isn't it? Warren to Mr. Azley's nomination for membership. And I've been contacted to confirm my intention..."
........................ so mellow.
I must have contacted you about that selection with the best grin in Warren's history.
"I didn't talk about that at all. So much so that he forcefully said," I plan to have you move in my army in the future. "
"Mm-hmm. You're in trouble. Then you won't be able to get Mr. Azley out of here."
Saira says with a smile again.
I see, what is the ice laugh around the circle? It's a cold grin that makes me feel cold again and again.
"I will leave on my own even if I stop. I wonder if that's possible."
"What about you? But I'm eating a mixed meal of medicine across the door, how about you, Demon?
"Become!? Po, if you do anything to Po..."
"I'd do the same if we were to talk about something being done, but is it really okay...?
This…….
No, why don't you. Don't let them swallow you.
Anyway, as long as I get out of here, I can do anything.
"Tell you what, we know where you live, where your good friends are, and where your adorable apprentice is, don't we?
"- Huh!!
Saira's words of intimidation, and words that can also be provocations. That's when I heard something hang up in my head.