Chapter 14: 14 13 The meeting between the wise man and the king

Thirteen

On the third floor of the royal castle, in a place with a good view of the lake, is the king's office.

Now inside, alone with Mira and Solomon. Knight Reynard and Joachim, the magicians, are waiting in the hallway in front of the door.

An office room surrounded by bookshelves packed with history, technology and various literature from around the world. Solomon keeps his back deep in a leather chair. Mira looked lightly around the room as she lowered her back to the corner of the couch where she was about to be buried in the paperwork.

"Hold on. Well, take a mess."

"There's so much work I can't get around to cleaning it up."

Though the other girl, Solomon talks so much that he can't think of it from the standpoint of a king. And Mira has already completely forgotten her differences of position.

"Phew, I can finally talk calmly"

"Um, I guess so"

With that said, they both correct their residences and cross their sights with each other.

"First of all, I want to make one thing clear, okay?

Solomon stands his index finger as he stares at Mira.

"Hmm, what?"

Mira answers with only her ears pointed at her ears as she moves the disturbing documents on the couch to her feet gradually to stabilize her comfort.

"You......, aren't you Dumblrf?

At the same time as the words, Mira stunned her eyes and turned her gaze to Solomon as she slammed the documents in her hand on the floor. Because I was in the middle of thinking about how to talk about it without a problem. own image if possible, in a direction less damaging to humanity. That was too unexpected to be thrown by the target in an unexpected way.

Without questioning anything, Solomon's flirtatious expression is no longer as convincing as it is.

And the look does not differ from Mira's knowing Solomon, and I am convinced that the boy in front of this is an incisive best friend himself together.

I don't know why, but we're talking fast. You don't have to delude yourself here. Taking the image lightly, Mira concludes that the first priority should be to grasp the status quo, leaving the documents removed and sitting back deeply on the couch.

"I know exactly what you mean."

Short, affirmative Mira. Solomon laughs out loud as he holds his mouth down as he nicely hoists the end of his mouth to the words.

"That outfit is half as good as it looks!

"It's just a tease, for a number of reasons."

"Even so, it's too different. Well, apparently. He's a Lori kid like you."

"Relax."

A smiling boy, Solomon, to Mira, a girl with a stubborn look on her face. At first glance, it would be a situation where no one seemed to think of it as a combination of the top magicians of the country and the top of the country. In the meantime, the two waiting in the hallway rang slightly from the end of the door, feeling only a little relieved by the king's laughter, which I hadn't heard in a long time. I wonder how many years.

"Why don't you let me hear it first? What is this world (...)?

Mira throws the simplest and most candid question.

Solomon, who finished laughing the whole way, tells him in a nutshell when he organizes information in his head as he returns to his posture.

"I don't know that"

"You don't understand? You spend thirty years telling me you don't know anything."

"Right. To be precise, there is this world not as a game but as a reality, but is this somewhere in one universe where we were born, or is it one of the stars of the universe that consists of a completely different reason, a world of reason that is neither of them nor outside the realm of understanding? We haven't figured that out yet."

"I see. But well, it's still real, isn't it?

"I guess that's for sure. I spent thirty years in a clear consciousness. I can't believe it's any daydream."

Solomon glances at a piece of the bookshelf with his shoulders flaunted, around which material is compiled about events that have taken place in the thirty years that have become reality, and sends himself praise for "good luck, me" for the number.

"Well, from me, I can still break it off in my dreams."

"Today yesterday would be forgiven for that, too, but unfortunate reality"

Yesterday today. In that word, Mira remembers the question that bothered her the most in a way.

"Solomon, by the way. What makes you think I'm Dumbleffe?

Mira remembers that she should have given very little hint. In other words, the tower key (master key), but the excuse that it was kept from the master, is not so painful. In fact, Ritalia and Mariana are convinced to see it. It would not be possible to predict the abrupt appearance of those who had been absent for thirty years in the first place. But Solomon kept telling me.

Mira asks the answer that there must have been a reason to be sure.

"Mm-hmm. In detail, it's gonna be a long time, but just to be brief, I got a report from our magical knights that a girl named Mira, the summoner who deals with monster level dark knights, helped me with the operation, and I heard a girl named Mira show up in the tower shortly afterwards who says she's a Dumblrf apprentice."

"Is that all you got?"

"I wonder if this is a fabric stone. This is a list of friends I checked last night, and I got it right after I checked your name was offline."

"You think it's a friend list?

Of course, there's no way Mira doesn't know. This is a list that allows you to see if a registered ally is in the game.

What Mira wondered was where that list of friends was on the menu. If I had that item, I might have tried to open the list, but I didn't think so until now. Because the friends list was included in the item on the system that disappeared from the menu (...).

But Solomon says he confirmed that Mira is online on that friends list.

"The system item is missing, but how did you check it?

"Oh well. If you just got here yesterday, you only know how to use it when it was a game."

Having said that, Solomon keeps touching his left arm bracelet, his fingertips in the position where he opens the menu. Then, a screen that only looks like Solomon but is different from the menu is projected.

"This is what you have to do. Try it."

Mira presses and holds the menu as she sees it and a different screen appears, confirming the items there.

"Ho... this"

Lined items are "Friends List," "Map," "Skills," and "Guild" from above.

"This is something I've never seen before..."

So grumbled Mira, trying to select an item called a map floating in space, doesn't make any difference just because the screen turns white.

"Solomon. What is a map? I don't think there were any such items."

When asked a question that was quick because he could not tell even if he tried it, Solomon turned his gaze to Mira as he closed the screen.

"That's a new addition to the map. Keeping a map in an important item in the item section makes it easy to search for it."

"Well, is that how you use it? That's not convenient."

Mira immediately understands the convenience of the new item with that explanation.

That means that Arc Earth Online didn't have the necessary map features for games based on the vast world. Speaking of which, only the large cluttered continental maps sold in the early three countries are sold at such a price that even the most demanding beginners need maps to that extent. Later, players will produce detailed maps, but they will still have to retrieve maps for each region to confirm them. Of course, they didn't mark their current position.

"It would be. If you have a map, you should move it to something important."

That's what they said, it was Mira who opened the item field all the time quickly, but she didn't have a single map.

"Oh, yeah. It was all on the flying island."

"Ah la. That was another disaster."

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A flying island is a floating continent that is a 2,000 yen billing item. Mira kept it all in the tree house on the floating continent because the item section would be messy. It became a dungeon, a labyrinth, a field, and most of the time when I went somewhere, I used to pull out the maps I needed during travel time to fly on a floating continent. That is the enemy here and now.

Mira remembers one more thing there.

"Speaking of which, I don't see any items for billing management."

"If you manage billing, you seem to have disappeared. And log out of message boxes and shutdowns."

Billing management is an item that manages everything about billing items in the same sense. Travel to floating continents shall also be carried out from this item. Its disappearance means that floating continents can no longer be used.

"What... bye..."

"I was disappointed at first, too. I had all the colors of the Holy Sword on Flying Island... Oh, don't remind me quite now..."

Thus, for a while, the two look back at the memories of lost objects while illuminated by the light of lamp-type lighting that emits a good light. The shadow that fell on the wall was shaking lightly and reluctantly to reflect the minds of the two.

But, well, that doesn't mean he called me in as soon as he could.

"That's the thing. The timing is too good. You used a cosmetic case to change your appearance. It's not possible."

"Bye. I wouldn't have used it if this had happened..."

"Speaking of which, I thought you liked that grandfather so much that he took SS (screenshots) and made a well-dressed collection of poses, but what changed?

"Well, it's... it's a long story."

That said, Mira tells us that she received an e-mail with the billing balance about to expire, to the point that there was no other than a cosmetic case for 500 yen. Subsequently, the fact that I stayed up all night trying to create the ideal female portrait deluded me that I was only confirming the parts that I could choose from in the cosmetic box because of my interest.

"So that's how it got to be"

"Hmm. I don't remember making up my mind, but I fell asleep on the way."

"Heh. It's unusual for you to fall asleep. You've been passionate about it for a long time."

"When I realized it, I was thorough."

Here Mira notices her mouth slipping brilliantly. Solomon, a long-time associate, had already begun to feel Mira's delusion. Solomon hoisting the end of his mouth to prove it.

"You really made it. That Mira."

"... my greatest work..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll say it again. He's a Lori kid like you."

Sometimes, two people told stories about how they like that idol or that this character is good. Solomon easily spotted Mira because she understood her preferences.

Unlike the exposure of his hobbies to which he has given previous examples (...), Mira objectively pictures himself as a bespoke from corner to corner. And he was made aware that the figure was a walking sexuality, throwing his body firmly behind the couch.

"It's Solomon. Don't you have a makeup box?"

Mira says so with a grunting thought. Solomon, who heard that, opens the item section as he pleases.

"I do. Here."

That said, the Japanese-style black box that I took out is a "cosmetic box" that has nothing to do with it. The gloss of the lacquer coating is crossed.

For a moment Mira, staring at the box as she was taken aback, stands up abruptly and storms Solomon.

"Give it to me -!

"Oops!

As Mira and Solomon fall from chair to chair, the object on the desk hooked by the ribbon makes a flashy noise and rolls onto the floor.

"Dear Solomon, what have you done!

Reynard, who reacted as quickly as possible to the loud noise, does not hesitate to open the door, complaining about the sight that jumped far beyond its expectations.

The two are together, covered in Solomon so that Mira can be a horse rider, and they are capturing hands with both hands holding Solomon's cosmetic case. At first glance it also looked like Mira was attacking, but the problem was Solomon's posture. Hands protruded to support Mira's body hold a brilliantly soft swell, with legs rolling up the hem of a skirted robe to expose the girl's lower body.

No, there's nothing wrong with that.

That's what Solomon tells him in the guise of calm, but whoever saw it had a lot of problems.

"Well, you finally showed your true nature!

Raynard starts the rampage as usual. It's Joachim's job to get that head cold with a peek in the face to the room a little late.

"Fair enough, Mr. Reynard. Let's settle down and observe. Look, okay? From the glance of it, it looks like Mira pushed it down, but look closely at Solomon's hands. Rub it tight. Come on."

"Mm, sure...... But..."

Joachim shows off that reasoning when he hands down Reynard, who tries to argue further.

"This means that we were (...) friendly on the chair and out of balance to this day. And that's the thing!

I just thought Master Solomon wasn't interested in women, but you liked the way they looked. I'm convinced. Now the kingdom of Al Qaeda is cheap. "

"But, Joachim. With a little girl like that, what else convinces you?

"I'm Mr. Dumbleff's apprentice. Isn't that a great title?"

"Mmm, sure"

Mira and Solomon finally catch up on their understanding of what's going on right now with the two of them trying to complete their decision story on their own accord.

Mira is in a state where Solomon's face is horseback ridden nearby. Solomon has a pleasantly elastic soft feel to it. These and guide the answer to Reynard's words and deeds of Joachim. And at the same time when we stared at each other, we distance ourselves wide enough to kick each other.

"Wait, lords. Whatever you think, you're mistaken!

"Um, you're right. I just got caught up in Mira falling, not for that reason"

When they turn themselves right in a great panic, the two seek clarification. However, there is no persuasion for Reynard and Joachim, who saw the earlier state.

"Ah, Master Solomon. I ask you to act with good sense."

"For the kingdom...... For inheritance..."

Joachim does the extra thing, and when Reynard quietly leaves the office with his future in mind, he gently closes the door.

"... an emergency meeting later..."

"Your lord is in trouble, too."

"You're not human resources either."

"I'll be fine if I put it back in that makeup box."

It's quicker to get back to normal than to figure out how to solve a misunderstanding. Mira says as she points to the cosmetic box in Solomon's hand.

"Uh. I can't do that. Did you forget this is a billing item?

"I remember that. I'm sure you can't charge me any more, and I know it's valuable. Let me use it and I promise I will do my best for you in good faith. Bye."

"Rules for billing items. Not transferable to others."

With that said, Solomon offers Mira a hand with a makeup box.

"See you later. If you take it this way... what will happen?"

Mira tries to receive the cosmetic case from Solomon's hand, but her hand, which only peeks at her fingertips from its sleeve, only slashes the sky vainly so that it is flirted with by three-dimensional footage.

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