She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

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One hundred and one.

Flashing enough to even scratch out the sunlight, instantly spreading heat and shock waves scattered an overwhelming destruction all around.

Photothermal heat, which can be described as extreme solar radiation, a sound similar to that of an interrupter, and a tsunami-like impact. It burns down one side repeatedly so that it chains up again and again.

"What a... The boulder is not the power of the Spirit King."

A storm of destruction passes. Mira was there but without a scratch and let her peek into her face from under the wings of Pegasus. Then look around as you grumble abominably to check the damage.

The sky is as clear as ever. But the surroundings were clearly changing.

The body of the Guardian Spirit, which had fallen here and there, disappeared without a trace, and the collapsing staircase is white and discoloured only on the front side. And filling the burnt ground is bright white ash.

The sight gave Mira the impression as if one had been left alone in the time that had passed in an instant.

"Just the power of the zero drop, what is it going to be..."

Front of Mira. There was a white knight painted with ashes, holding a heavy shield like a wall on both hands to protect everything he had put on his back, burned half his body but fulfilled his mission as the last fortress.

There are no scratches on the back of the knight, nor is any ash falling at Mira's feet.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Mira gently touched its back and sent Holly Road back.

Fluttering. When the ashes worn by the White Knight fall, a great shadow covers the surrounding area, and a gust winds. All the ashes were invited to the universe simultaneously, and if the atmosphere flowed like a blizzard, the wings of Pegasus softly swept away the ashes that poured down Mira.

"Well, it would be nice to have a little harvest."

Mira looks up at the sky with anticipation from the gap between her wings, reflecting and whining about a giant freaky bird in her eyes.

That was Garuda summoned by Mira. When the man indicated his intention to flee, he called behind his back to avoid being noticed.

Apparently it played its part, and Garuda, who stepped down in front of Mira, laid down the bloody coffin she was grabbing with her limbs and offered Mira something more that was titled in her mouth.

"Well, this is... Yeah, we did it."

It was a sachet. Looks like Garuda took it in the air with the coffin.

One of the executives of Chimera Clozen. The last resort the man took was to leave it to the powerful guardian power of the armor to use the intense blast of the Spirit Bomb to blow away and escape.

Neither the boulder armor could contain the power of the Spirit King, and the man seemed to have taken considerable damage, but had succeeded in escaping.

But there was one miscalculation. It is the presence of Garuda. As a result of the attack on the way out, the man of full creation was unable to resist, deprived of the power of the most important Spirit King, and managed to escape by replacing the coffin.

"Thank you both for your hard work."

Spirit sword and fog sword rolling backwards. And the coffin. The executives fled, but they could prevent the seizure of the power of the Spirit King, which is their greatest purpose. In addition, he also obtained an important loot that would lead to the secrets of Chimera Clozen. Once again, Mira checks them out and sends them back.

Then Mira picks up the Spirit Sword and the Fog Sword and puts them together by the coffin.

The Spirit Sword is undoubtedly an excellent weapon, but it is the shady sword that Chimera Clozen possessed. If we consolidate the information obtained so far, we can imagine that the spirits that have been sacrificed have something to do with it. So no one in the Fifty Bells Federation would want to use it.

And I'm most concerned about the black fog.

The fog sword and the fog golem. And the misty skeleton I saw in the chapel the other day. Mira was convinced in the battle that these were of the same species.

(A curse that erodes the Spirit. That's what you said.)

One thing in the chapel. The silent Spirit Words Lambert called the black fog a curse.

Curse, that is, is someone cursing the Spirit? Or is it one of those noncausal phenomena? And why is Chimera Clozen available for this black fog?

Though I thought about it, I couldn't get through to the information, and Mira immediately abandons her thoughts.

The most important thing would be the identity of the black fog. It is an inconclusive issue if it is not found out.

Mira turned to the coffin to change.

The coffin was locked. I'd rather take it back and leave it to the experts and the like than break it trying to open it poorly.

That's what I tried to bring back, Mira, but the coffin looks like a classification that can't fit in the item box. Then I grabbed the handle, but the coffin was not frightened.

Shall I summon Garuda again, and have him put down on the ground?

When Mira thought that, the world of ash paint accidentally changed.

"What!?"

If I looked around in a hurry, hundreds of millions of grains of light would shine in the sky, and if I looked back, the city colored by rainbows would have spread out. And on the front, the great palace is as brilliant as a jewel. It was as if it were a dream country drifting in space.

"... Me, dead?

Mira can't help but think so. Because if the grain of light flows down, the sky moves simultaneously, and its sight, where tens of thousands of lines of light are drawn, is no longer a world beyond people's knowledge.

Mira, a boulder, was also in a hurry to change the rest of the situation, and began to wander around the same point restlessly as the grate. That's the time.

"Looks like you surprised me. Sorry."

The gate of the Great Palace opens with its voice. Then there stood a great man releasing an overwhelming presence. Moreover, the man wearing a pure white coat was more than three times as tall as Mira, and the visual force was also outstanding.

"What a..."

Mira doesn't know who the man is. But at first sight, I know who the man is.

Intuition, instinct, and circumstance. The name derived from all of it is' Symbiosanctius, King of the Spirit '. Being at the apex of all spirits.

"I let you see everything. The outflow of my power, the dedication of Your Majesty that held it back. In the name of Symbiosanctius, King of the Spirit, I thank you."

As the Spirit King walked over to the front of Mira, he bowed down and thanked him so. Still, that face is high above Mira's head.

"Until I did what I deserved."

Thanked by the Spirit King. Mira, excited by the fact, flirts with confidence as usual.

"Of course."

Mira's words included the meaning: 'It is only natural to help the Spirit, the good neighbour of mankind'. The Spirit King, who drew it on, smiles pale and gentle while emitting an unusual glory, groaning so with heartfelt joy.

"Oh, yeah. Your power seems to be sealed in this, so let's return it to the Spirit King."

That said, Mira opens the lid of the carved lid with a strange pattern and offers it. Then a grain of light erupted from it.

"Oh!? What is this..."

The endlessly overflowing stream of light, as if it had turned the waterfall upside down, exhausts many sides of the sky. Where was this much in the little jar? Mira stared at it in a dazed manner.

After a while, when the spill calms down, the spill disappears into scattered sand. Immediately after that, now the light begins to descend like a meteor and is sucked into the Spirit King.

"The boulder is the power of the Spirit King."

Mira laughs once again when she remembers the Spirit Bomb when she stood up to the explosion of so much power in front of the sight.

"I did receive it. Let's thank each other."

The sky, where all the overflowing light converged and the silence was restored again, reflects the brilliance of the way it has always been. Either way, the view in his eyes was overwhelming, and Mira said again, looking up at the sky, "Not until I did what I deserved."

"Right, right," grumbled the Spirit King, staring at Mira with warm eyes as if to adore her grandson.

"And you seem to be well loved by my family."

Having spotted the protection of the many spirits who dwell in Mira, the Spirit King, after saying so with even happiness, raises his voice as he remembers something: "Oh, yes".

"I wanted to help you fight them, and I let you call me here."

"Oh my God!"

The offer is something you don't even wish for. The man armed with spiritual weapons had considerable fighting power. And he even possesses an outrageous weapon, such as a spirit bomb, and naturally it can be expected that there will be other weapons that use the power of the Spirit. I don't know how much Chimera Clozen is hiding. To counter it, it would be very effective to gain superior power.

"You showed me earlier, but you were using my daughter's powers."

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"No...? Who are you talking about, daughter?

To the words spoken by the Spirit King only knowingly and naturally, Mira inquires back in line with the question mark. daughter of the Spirit King. Moreover, in an earlier battle, Mira said she used the power of her daughter.

Nevertheless, Mira herself was the first to hear that the Spirit King had a daughter in the first place.

"It's Sanctia. You've met him before."

"Oh my... we just met the other day! But I remember the Spirit of Martial Arts..."

Mira, who recognized Sanctia as the Armor Spirit of the Holy Sword. The Martial Spirit is first of all that there is a Martial Art, where he was born and lived. Applying to that flow, it seemed that no connection existed with the Spirit King.

Or is it a grand story, that all spirits are children? After thinking about it, it was Mira who arrived at such an answer, but the correct answer was completely different.

"There would have been a holy sword beside it. That was my finger bone. Sanctia was born at that time."

With that said, the Spirit King kneels his left hand before Mira. Look, I do have a shorter pinky length. This means that the Holy Sword was created with the little finger bone on the left hand side of the Spirit King.

"What is the Holy Sword on the Spirit King's Edge... this is no more!"

Mira was clearer and closer than the vague answer she imagined, heartily marveling at the relationship between Sanctia and the Spirit King. And also in the rarity of the Holy Sword itself.

A holy sword created by the Spirit King, said to be the culmination of all spirits and equal to God. It was an anecdote of one of the holy sword demon swords that Mira remembers jumping through her head.

It's no longer the Holy Sword, it's the realm of the Divine Sword. Mira won't have to be surprised either.

"By nature, people can't handle my spiritual powers. But if you connect with a daughter who can be my separator, you can use my spiritual powers to some extent by combining them with my daughter's powers."

When the Spirit King explained so and then kneaded his right hand, he accidentally fell off so that Mira's clothes could be untied.

"Oh!?"

Mira startles at the strange feeling of it, having all her clothes and underwear removed and naked.

"I will grant you my protection. Stay still for a while."

That's what the Spirit King says, then puts his fingertips on Mira's chest. Then something hot started running around Mira's entire body.

"I got it! Thank God for the protection of the Spirit King!

Surprisingly, Mira immediately convinces her to stop moving and, at the same time, rejoices.

Each of the Spirit's protections has a defined text, which is inscribed on a part of the body in a special colour that is invisible.

And this time it did not leak into the example, and the spirit king's writing was engraved on Mira's body. But the only thing that was different was that it wasn't part of the body. It spread from the chest to the whole body, as if it were a root that spread across the earth.

"The boulders have different shapes."

Mira raised her voice joyfully, staring at the literature that floated to every corner of her body.

"Through this blessing, we should be able to draw more or less our strength to live in Sanctia. I don't know if it's too much of a burden to get used to, but do it right there."

Release the touched hand, the Spirit King says so to entrust something, then gently knead his left hand this time. Then Mira's body was wrapped so that the unraveled clothes would regenerate backwards.

"By the way, my daughter... Well, how did it go? How have you been?

The Spirit King, standing up suddenly softly, turns his gaze to Mira. Even though the mighty presence remains intact, that caring expression of the Spirit King is truly the face of his parents themselves.

"Don't worry. Blessed are my friends and smiled all over me."

He was locked up for a long time because of the black fog that eroded the Spirit, and in a dangerous condition. I don't even need to touch such an already solved past. Having thought about it, Mira answers with the thought of what happened after she saved her life.

"Right. Right. Right."

The Spirit King smiled as relieved and looked at Mira in a gracious manner, "Thank you," he said in small words.

"Sometimes I want to ask you one thing. How about that?

"Oh, I don't mind. Say it."

When Mira remembered something in the conversation, the Spirit King nodded with a serious look on his face.

"... the sword of the man I fought for earlier, and the golem. I had the power to erase the Spirit. Do you know who that black fog is, Lord Spirit King?

Mira dares not give an example of a case in the chapel, but two types that would have been used by the chimeric closen, which would be of the same species.

"Oh, I know. It's a residual thought of ghosts, a curse of hatred that lasts even if it perishes"

Slowly closing his eyes, the Spirit King answered in a tone reminiscent of a distant past.

"Of ghosts, then? Is that a ghost?

Saying, Mira looks at the corner with her forefingered hands over her ears, trying to pose as a common 'ghost'.

"That's right. Two horns, that ghost."

The Spirit King, who smiled unexpectedly at some hilarious Mira outfit, said so and then talked about ghosts.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years ago, existence in conflict with the Spirit. That's the ghost, he said.

Ghosts devour nature for themselves and increase their numbers, destroying nature even further. Naturally, due to its nature, problems arose with the spirits who made nature their place of life.

In the early days, the spirits walked over and settled down. But the ghosts who vandalized nature break that promise and begin to take away the habitat of the spirits.

And it gradually accelerated, and at last a total war broke out between spirits and ghosts.

It was on the spiritual side as we can see from the current state of affairs that we won the victory, but the end seemed truly tragic.

Many nature was lost and the number of spirits was drastically reduced. And the Spirit King was responsible for his inability to stay in this world because he used the forbidden magic of interfering with the reason of the world in the battle at the time.

And the defeated ghost side lost its food, and as a result, it was extinct. But just before that, the ghosts strongly resented and hated the spirits.

That strong thought is still a curse and remains in the world. That being said, the Spirit King wrapped up the story.

"Ghosts, huh? I didn't know there was such a history..."

It is a story that is too old and unimaginable. Mira just shrugged at the overly magnificent content.

"Well, it was a long time ago now. More on the curse than that. Combining my spiritual power with the true power of Sanctia should be able to wipe it out. At the end of the day, I don't know, but if I find it somewhere, I want it erased every time. Of course, I'll thank you for that."

"Oh, my God, such power. Hmm, let's swear we'll do good!

A nasty curse that completely invalidates the Spirit. Looks like Sanctia has a secret on how to deal with it. Mira rejoiced at the good news, which she happily acknowledged.

"Then ask for my family."

The Spirit King turned straight to Mira, and changed and said so.

"Uhm. Let's do our best"

Mira also corrects her posture and takes her gaze from the front, answering forcefully.

"Oh, and. I hope to come back when that blessing is familiar to the body."

"The boulder is the person my daughter chose," the satisfied Spirit King adds to Mira's figure with a definite love for the Spirits, as he recalls. Then Mira's condition changed dramatically with the words.

"Oh my God! Promise me you'll come!

By the time the protection was tamed. That is, when you can use the power of the Spirit King. This rhetoric is a promise to gain new abilities that are frequently seen in various stories. Immediately interpreting the words of the Spirit King in that way, Mira floated a joyful colour and declared a joyful and exalted comeback with all her body.

"Something sounded like a difference in intent."

Before Mira's obvious attitude, the Spirit King says somewhere fun.

"It's my fault. Because I love the Spirit."

In contrast, Mira hung up on herself, feeling confident. The Spirit King gently touches his head by laughing "See you later" at the figure of Mira, who looks so dependable somewhere.

Shortly afterwards, the world changed again and Mira returned to the ancient, ash-coated ring gate.

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