Chapter 10: 10 9 Magic Girl?

Nine.

In the early hours of the morning, the sound of birds announcing the dawn is scattered, and a single carriage hits the horseshoe and walks down Silverhorn Boulevard.

In the early morning, the inhabitants dropped off what was going on and their carriage from the way they turned the national seal of the Alkaite kingdom into a straight silver tower.

When the girl feels the light that irritates her pupils in the dark, she slowly surfaces her consciousness of swinging beneath the water.

On a bed with a canopy, Mira, waking up her upper body, opened her lips small enough to encourage relaxation and brain awakening as she dressed her broken thin clothes and inhaled the air deeply.

But when you lose to the remnants of the still drifting drowsiness, you block your sight and roll back to sleep, and start diving underwater again.

When consciousness begins to melt, the noise creaks over and over again in a constant rhythm into a quiet room on the top floor of the tower that doesn't even reach the sound of a bird.

Mira rose as she drifted her vain gaze out of focus and raised a question mark in an unfamiliar room full of luxury when she was forced back in half to the discord that struck her in silence.

"This place..."

The events of yesterday erupt like a geyser from the back of my brain in a high tone with zero. "That's right..." he muttered, aware of his own establishment, along with a mild sense of loss similar to that of vertigo at the same time.

Mira pauses for a moment in the form of a sitting back when she slides her little body unfamiliar to the edge of the bed. So I peered through the furrowed clothes, and the girl's glossy legs caught my eye. Mira jams words into her skin, where the light inserted from the gap in the curtain illuminates like a spotlight, highlighting a whiter and more existential feeling.

Mira touched her fingertips to look softly at the skin, blushing her cheeks unexpectedly like an adolescent boy. Good elasticity and soft girl's skin, a definite tactile feeling of being touched there. The electrical signal delivered to the brain clearly recognized what was now yesterday's continuation and awakened the consciousness high above heaven.

"... but what's that sound in the morning?

Mira, whose head has become clear, clears her ears as she notices the inexplicable rhythm that kept ringing before she woke up.

Tons of tongues, and after the sound of beating hard objects, some voice sweeps away. Mira leaves the bedroom wondering if something has happened.

Then, the closer sound becomes so that the voice can also be heard, and at the same time the intent can be clearly understood, the vibration of the air, which was cluttered, takes shape and reaches Mira's ear.

"Dear Mira, are you there? Dear Mira."

"Master Ritalia, is there really a Dumbleffe disciple here?

The first thing I heard was the voice of a woman who looked classy and the voice of an unfamiliar man.

"Definitely. You had the Tower Key (Master Key) of the Summoning Tower, and some people said they saw a silver-haired girl walking into this tower last night. Then I'm sure you're revealing the night here."

"But then, haven't you ever been to the inn?

"There is a tower key (master key), so you don't have to stay at the Inn from time to time. We have all the facilities. I clean it every day, so there's no flaws."

One more person, more like a girl than a woman, can be heard from outside the door.

Here, I recognize that the noise so far has been the sound of knocking on the door and calling myself.

The voice is one man and two women. In the meantime, Mira opens the door, not saying that she would know the woman's voice if she met her because she didn't remember clearly.

Confirming her opponent in a slightly gazing up shape, Mira rubs her drowsy eyes in the back of her hand with a glimpse of those two people she's used to seeing as "What, Ritalia and Mariana?"

Then stand upright and refrain one step back, eyes to eyes with a man in military uniform. Around its right shoulder was an armband of the Alkaite kingdom.

"What about the Lord...?

"Dear Mira! What are you dressed for!

"Please keep your eyes open!

Staring for a moment at Mira appearing through the door, Ritalia blocked from the man's gaze by holding Mira's skin, which was almost naked. The twin-tailed girl, who looked like a maid at the same time, forced a man in a military uniform who stretched his nose under Mira's limb overflowing from her thin clothes to the right as she swept her hair like a sapphire. with dull sounds.

The man stares at the floor in a stumbling position. Behind it was Mira being held by Ritalia, while she was taken inside the room.

"What the hell!?

Mira, whose door was closed and lowered to the side of the leather sofa. I don't know why I was forced back into my room, but I look up at Ritalia in confusion and ask for a response.

"That's the line here. No matter how many sage rooms you have, don't leave dressed like this."

A little angry, Ritalia preached about the outfit. Mira remembers what she is wearing and lowers her gaze when she is told so. And I realized that the heavenly maiden's feathercoat is certainly not a garment, nor is it too transparent to say underwear, but if you try it on Mira, that's not a big problem either. When I'm in my room more often than not, I dress more comfortably, and when it comes to the clothes I have now, I have only about a robe adjusted for combat that I prepared as a change of clothes before going to bed.

The first sage robe I wore was also eventually for combat. If asked whether it is more comfortable than the current outfit, it is definitely no. It was something I tried to wear when I was going out in the first place, so I didn't feel like wearing it in my private room.

"Hate and just don't have a good kimono."

"It's here. Please at least hide your skin with this. Otherwise, you'll be attacked by a disgraceful pervert."

That said, Ritalia took the red and black robes that hung on the couch and put them from her head on Mira.

Mira, with her head out of her collar, notices that the robe doesn't fit the size at all. The hem dragged, the sleeves didn't even come out of the fingertips. On the contrary, the collar width, which was just fine for Dumblrf, seems to have been too wide for Mira and her chest wide open, creating a different luster than naked.

"Not a bluff."

"It belongs to Mr. Dumbleffe, so I can't afford not to be the right size."

As I said, the maid's girl removed one of the hair clasps that had bracketed her own hair and re-fastened it so as to squeeze the collar of the robe. The red ribbon-shaped hair fastening adorns Mira more girly on the chest.

"It's not tight..."

Mira drops her shoulder when one of her favorite design robes diminishes her majesty with one hair clasp.

"Dear Mira. Is it true that you are a disciple of Master Dumbleffe?

The maid's girl stared into Mira's eyes as if she was in full hope as she straightened her collar.

"Oh, yeah. Mariana, I've heard about your Lord."

A maid girl so close to breathing. Sapphire's pale hair and eyes are as clear as a sapphire, and a thin, butterfly-like feather shakes on Mira's body like no other on her back. This feather is a testament to the fact that even as adults, it is a fairy clan that keeps looking like a human child, in order to capture the magic of the atmosphere, not the wind, and to plunge it into the sky.

And this fairy clan is Mariana, the aide with Dumblrf.

"Good. Dear Dumblrf..."

Mariana, with a relieved look on her face, slightly moisturizes her eyes and Shizuku passes down more than once as if to cool off her reddish cheeks.

When Mira wandered over to the girl who suddenly cried out, she reached for her cheek half unconsciously. But before I touched her, when I felt the meaning of Mariana's tears, I pulled her hand back into my jaw, without a location.

A girl who suddenly disappeared and wept, an emotion similar to the guilt of deceiving the girl, made Mariana hesitate to touch her.

Mira thought I'd say it inspired by tears. I thought I'd at least reveal the truth to Mariana. But I wonder: how can I explain it through, will you accept that the Lord, Dumblrf, has become such a girl, will you remain as you have been, and Mariana will not be shocked?

For Mira, she had only been treated as a NPC "non-player character" until now, but she still didn't know how to deal well with Mariana, who became an established self who thought of herself and wept.

I don't want to be rejected by the girl who admires me, and I don't want to worry about it. Then the words that naturally came out to his throat slowly fell to scattered silence, with selfish excuses to cover him.

Mira looks pitifully at her hidden hand on her sleeve and sends her gaze in silence. "Good for you," Ritalia whispered softly wiping Mariana's cheek as she responded.

"Excuse me. I'm fine now."

A familiar rhythm echoes indoors where Mariana calms down with her feelings organized.

"Um, Master Ritalia, Master Mariana. May I?"

It arrived a little while later, the voice of a creepy man. The man in military uniform, forced to turn his back by Mariana, regained his sanity and restarted himself to carry out the task entrusted to him by the king.

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"Yeah, I'm on my way."

Returning so, Ritalia turns her attention to Mira, who was meant to be. The person is stretching with his body behind the couch shaking his extra sleeve.

"And what can I do for you? He will be a soldier of the National Army."

"Yes, after meeting with Mira the other day, I reported to King Solomon. Then, as soon as I could, I wanted to see Mira, so I picked her up. She's a messenger."

"Ho, Solomon..."

King Solomon of the Kingdom of Alkite. One of the players and founder of this country. He is also a tenant who invited Dumblev to his country. If you try Mira, she's one of those friends I've known longer than Luminaria.

But there was no way to know that. Ritalia and Mariana had smiled at this fat Mira's attitude, which could also be taken as disrespect for calling King Solomon aside, as it came from her adolescence to try to stretch her back. Furthermore, the same tone as Mira's Dumblrf seems to be that of a child imitating his parents. And this is a stranger to Mira.

"Master Luminaria is still there, and I think I'll see you after a look."

"Hmm. Right. Then I guess I'll come along."

The presence of Solomon means that it could be a player as well as Luminaria. Mira decides to respond to the call and rises off the couch.

But I just tried to get to the door, and Ritalia and Mariana stop me.

"Please wait, Master Mira"

"Mm, now what?

"Even though I wore a robe, I can't let you go like that."

As Ritalia says, dragged hem and untouched sleeves. I mean a robe that doesn't fit the size.

"Dear Mira, please stay still. I'll be ready in a minute."

Mira looked suspiciously brilliant with Ritalian eyes, but she would be captured shortly after escaping her hand. Then I get hemmed up and my sleeves rolled up by Ritalia, who looks happy, and Mariana, who has a ton of ribbons removed from nowhere.

Mira was pushed into a combination of the two, even attempting some resistance, and was neatly decorated.

"The problem is underwear."

"Yes, you're right"

After finishing a full table, the two recall the moment Mira came out with one feather coat and figure out what to do inside the robe. At the same time, chills walked all over the spine of the girl, who had been turned into a dressing doll. Because there are words out there that I don't want to think about too much.

Now he's wearing a robe to hide his skin, but he was naked at first. There is no trace of dust left in the memory of wearing underwear. I mean, now Mira is a no-pan no-bra.

The two women could not allow the girl in front of them to be in that condition.

On second thought, as Mariana remembered something, "There was that one. Please wait a moment," he says, opening the door with the bathroom where Mira reopened and stormed last night.

After a while, Mariana comes back with something in her hand. It looks like a costume made of white fabric, but I didn't recognize Mira just because I saw it. Still, I trace my memory when I feel like I've seen it in something somehow.

"Well, that's just fine. Come on, Master Mira."

It was Ritalia who told me to urge her, but when I lifted Mira lightly with both of those hands, Mariana would "excuse me" and force me to put that on her hand half the time. There was no room for Mira's will to enter there.

Mira was worn. Seeing that, she remembers what those half trousers were. It's underwear that you often look at in clothes like gosloli, it's called drawers.

"Why did this happen to me... in my master's room..."

The word I squeezed out somehow is the only question that came to my mind that there is nothing going on.

There was certainly a type of equipment called underwear, but once Dumblrf had no taste in collecting women's underwear, and I don't remember putting any of that stuff in my room. When it comes to underwear, it's like a seven-colored bunch at the River Festival.

"Mr. Dumbleffe's private room has a big bathroom and feels good."

"Certainly not splendid..."

"It's for my dressing."

"Well... well..."

At that moment Mira completely lost her will to resist, turning it into a complete dressing doll when it draped heavily.

The robe, decorated with numerous ribbons, is woven like a flared skirt on the hem and the sleeves are wrapped around the ribbon in a moderately bumpy shape. At first glance it presented such a look as a magical girl mistaken, but Ritalia and Mariana nodded satisfied with its flourishing as if they had done it. But in contrast to that, Mira's expression had solidified with a bitter smile on her face.

"Then, Master Mira, let's come."

"The messenger is waiting for you"

"I'd like to change."

"We can't keep you waiting any longer."

I didn't make you wait.

"I'm sorry you're like that."

"Say it later..."

Mira, who gave up the odds that these two opponents couldn't even spot fine dust, lowered her gaze and took a glimpse of herself in that magical girl's flashy robe and leaked her exuberant sigh of "tightness."

"Let's come."

When Ritalia opened the door ahead of her, she waited there in an upright position, just as the man in military uniform had first seen her. Although my cheeks are slightly red.

Mariana quietly closes the door after Mira leaves the private room. When the man puts Mira's ribbon-ridden robe in his sight in every corner, on the other hand, he is surprised by the change, and Mira's appearance, whose skin tone predominated earlier, comes to mind and recalls some excitement.

Mariana notices it sooner rather than later, staring at the man with a gaze that seems to silence even the dragon. The man, who was upright, shows a slight flinch, but when he coughs lightly, he praises with a mould with his right hand on his chest. This was a way of thanking the Alkaite kingdom for its military ceremony, but at the same time the look on Mira's face became a subtle attraction.

That was also the courtesy of this military ceremony, which was conceived in Solomon and Dumblrf, Luminaria and Flone, who were in a great mood when they won the first war they fought after the founding of the kingdom of Alkite, which they thought was hopeless. In other words, it was set when the tension was shaking off.

Mira remembers that the soldiers who thank each other were spectacular because of their atmosphere and hearts in time of war, but when boulders make it one-on-one, they can't hold back the embarrassment.

"Welcome first, my name is Garrett Astre and I am serving as Deputy Commander of the Tank Squad in the Kingdom of Alkite"

"Mira."

"Master Dumbleff's apprentice, you are Master Mira. I have received a message from the King."

"We're done talking. Mira took pleasure in seeing the king."

"Oh really? Thank you. Now, we have a carriage on the table, so let's get to it."

The man who said so took Mira to the front of the carriage when he regained his serious expression at the very least.

"Take care on the road, you haven't gone"

"Dear Mira, if you can, may I ask you something about Mr. Dumbleff at a later date?

"Hmm, right. Let's just say we talk next time we see each other."

"Thank you. I'll be waiting."

"Um, bye."

Mira starts to haunt her head with what to do next time she sees him with an explanation about Dumblrf, as she walks into the carriage when she shows them a gentle goodbye.

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