Chapter 158: 158 157 Heroes

one hundred and fifty-seven

Fly from St. Polly and on your way back to the Kingdom of Alkite. For the first time in a long time Mira was relaxing in her comfortable wagon, a communication device equipped for the fudge rang.

"Yes, yes..., what?

"Oh. Finally out."

Solomon's voice is heard from the receiver as Mira, who stood up carelessly, opens her push-in and hits the receiver in the ear, feeling relieved, rather than waiting.

"Could he have slept? Even though it's still lunch. '

"About half of it. If you're the Lord, you already have information, don't you? I've been busy here lately, too."

Saying, Mira rams into the futon of the break-in and weakens herself with all her might. That look from the side is really sloppy, and from the subtly sloppy one-piece hem, the butt peeks brilliantly.

'Yeah, yeah, I heard. I heard. Doesn't look like it worked great. Besides, you summoned the Spirit King? Fine, fine. You're so foiled. "

"It didn't just come out on its own, to be exact. My lord has made me miserable."

Declaration of victory from the airship. It was Solomon's idea that Mira was introduced to the end of the famous adventurers. One day Mira will be the handful of cloth stones to attack the Nine Wise Men. Mira still has that in her roots.

'Well, it should be good for you to go around. Keep up the good work.'

I guess that's really what you're thinking and acting on, there was no malice in Solomon's voice and plenty of delightful colors mixed in. Then Mira can't say anything back either. "Yes, yes," she just answers briefly.

"I guess that's not all we're talking about. What can I do for you? At last, I was liberated and on my way home, and this shitty ringing bell just happened. Totally."

'I'm sorry about that. Can you just ask me for one last thing? Because it's an easy job to get paperwork at the Ebates Chamber of Commerce.' Cause I've already spoken to you, and if you show your face, you'll be able to receive it immediately. '

Though Mira tells him like he's infidel, he doesn't look bad at all on Solomon. On the contrary, Solomon tells us that Mira is already supposed to pick it up. I can't say I'm not going anywhere.

"Of paperwork......"

Mira squeaks like a lot somewhere. Although cumbersome, I'm not willing to say no to Mira at this point. Still not answering instantly is like the style beauty that only passes between the two of us.

"It's an important certification for entering into a national transport agreement. Please. I'll have a bunch of your favorite treats. '

"... Hmm. Don't forget that word."

'Of course I do. Thank you, I'll wait. "

After Solomon said that, the comms were plugged out.

In a way, we succeeded in exchanging promises of rewards as planned. Solomon is familiar with Mira's tastes. Mira put down her receiver, hoping that Solomon, in his capacity as king, would now prepare how many treats.

"Well, I don't know if I'm going to make it as I was told!

Drawing himself out of the sleigh from the push-in, Mira instructs Garuda to head to the Principality of Roseline as soon as possible, with a view of the surrounding area.

As the path slowly changed, Mira looked at the distant mountain ranges, was it around? And I thought of the home location of Chimera Clozen.

The headquarters of the Ebates Chamber of Commerce in the Principality of Roseline. Behind the large stores, this again has vast grounds, with many buildings lined up around the chairman's mansion. It also has all the departments, facilities and clerks' residences about the Chamber of Commerce. It's a small town itself from above.

The wagon carrying Mira, carried by Garuda, descended directly from just above that small town onto the square in front of the mansion.

"You're Master Mira. I've been waiting for you. This way. The Chairman is waiting for you."

I guess we talked through it when it came to Mira's big appearance. The surrounding ears and eyes are not as noisy as they were gathered, and Mira is greeted by a good maid of honor as she descends from the wagon.

"Uhm."

Mira, who replied briefly, stepped into the mansion as she was guided. The softly decorated interiors are well refined and give a sense of elegance to what you live in, rather than flamboyant luxury.

That's how they put it through, behind the third floor of such a mansion. When the maid announces Mira's arrival, she returns a pleasant man's voice from inside.

The maid's hand opened the door and Mira stepped in there as prompted.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Mira. I'm the chairman here, called Vlasis Terez Ebates. Keep it coming, please."

That was sudden. When Mira walked into the room, Vlasis, the chairman, stood up and held his right hand forcefully, he greeted her with a friendly greeting.

"Oh, um. Nice to meet you."

Is this what a merchant is? To that gaze with sharp eyes, Mira was somehow forced to say so.

Vlasis seems to have a very luxurious personality, unlike the atmosphere of the Mansion. The body, which should have passed the epic years, is so tight that the decay cannot be seen, and while it is of average height, it looks bigger than that. Urasis, the next Grand Duke of the Principality of Roseline, was such a man.

"I didn't know the successor we were talking about was someone connected to an ally. Hey, I was lucky with this. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I guess it's a heartfelt word, Urasis laughed with heartfelt joy before letting go of her hand just a little regrettably. I'm guessing what he calls an ally is Solomon. But I don't know what else it means, and Mira tilts her neck.

"What are we talking about? Successor? What's that?

"Oh, was it true that the person in question was hard to notice? If there were any rumors, I'd notice immediately."

When Mira asked back, Urasis shrugged so with a thought face just saying it was strange. Rumors for him of a merchant can be an element that greatly shapes profits in some cases. That's why I don't seem to understand the neglect around it because it reacts hypersensitively.

"And what kind of topic is that?

"If you say you care that much, why don't we talk"

Urasis, who answered somewhere exaggerated, took a book out of his bookshelf and started talking. About the former hero king, Fawcesia.

Far past. In the days when the demons' kings appeared, one girl also appeared. Her name is Forcesia. He, who dwells in the protection of the Spirit King, and with the help of the Spirits, bravely and resolutely fights, said that he was greatly revered among the people.

Times go down and end. After numerous martial arts medals, Fawcesia eventually withstood the power of the Spirit King itself and defeated the Demon King. As a result, he became a hero to be told off forever.

"Rumor has it Lord Mira is receiving protection from the Spirit King, isn't he? And can the Spirit summon a summons? Moreover, this time, he defeated the evil named Chimera Clozen and defeated the Medal of War. Together they are now the subject of the appearance in the alley of the successor of the heroic king Fawcesia. That's why."

Urasis, who looked slightly excited, finished explaining so and placed the last page of the book in his hand on the desk beside him. There was a Spirit King-like figure and a beautiful female knight, Forcesia, painted as a big illustration. Especially the illustrative Forcesia is full of feminine charm, and pulling it out just there also makes me feel like a decent Mira can't be much of a successor, but Urasis doesn't seem to be the kind of guy who cares about that.

"If you think that there are a lot of things that have been seen here lately, has that been the reason..."

Greetings aboard a sudden airship. Then a few days later, Mira noticed that she was getting some attention. But that was because it was somewhat noticeable, and I thought it was transitory. But according to Urasis' story, it seemed like it was more than that in the back.

Mira grinned bitterly that it was troublesome, even though she was convinced why.

"Whoa, speaking of which, that was the handover. No, I'm sorry. I'm too old to be worth it."

Vlasis turns his heel back, as he recalls, and hands a seal the size of an award that was placed on his desk. And when I turned to Mira again, I offered it with a really serious face.

"No, I don't mind"

Mira, who just came with a little use, receives the seal naturally and with ease.

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(Hmm. Is this what Solomon was talking about? But it's a very good seal.)

Seeing it, it was sealed in mind with a wax stamped with a mark. Moreover, in the center and in the left and right three places, each of the marks has a different shape. Also on the table is gold leaf printing of the Principality of Roseline Chapter.

"I did receive it. Bye."

Mira glanced at the seal, thinking it was pretty oblivious, but stuck it straight into the item box. And Solomon's request was fulfilled, when he tried to disperse early.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Lord Mira. Can you get me an autograph here?

Urasis, who quickly removed a square white plate from his desk drawer, turns around in front of Mira in a slight rush, accompanied by a pen to offer it.

"Oh well. Right. Excuse me. Excuse me."

I wonder why Solomon's involvement is an important document. Then we need to sign the receipt. Mira, who took the pen, signed in the middle of the white board, groaning so "I received it," she said.

"One more thing. And a thumbprint, please."

Urasis, who confirmed his signature, continued to do so while offering ink stained cotton.

"Um, is it around here?

Mira, who nodded honestly, inked her thumb and pointed next to her signature. And after confirming that Urasis nodded, he pressed his thumbprint firmly.

"Now, okay?

"Oh, no problem. I'm sorry I stopped you."

White board with Mira's signature written and a small thumbprint pressed on it. Urasis gives Mira a cloth to wipe her fingers, then looks at the board with a little excitement, then nods and answers with a serious look.

"Then I will deliver the documents."

That's what Mira said to change it. Urasis shook that hand again as Mira received the cloth she wiped her finger, "Please do me a favor," she nodded forcefully.

The handover of the documents was thus completed in a short time. After a little use, Mira leaves the room looking forward to a treat at the castle.

After that, in the chairman's office. There was a figure of Urasis who would softly frame a white plate with Mira's signature and thumbprint and a cloth with his fingers wiped.

"Heir of the Hero King. She's gonna be a big shot. Hey, I got good stuff for this. You're celebrating today!

Urasis, who walked into the further back room of the chairman's office, stood in front of a large shelf and hugged the frame in his hand with a childish smile.

On that shelf at the front was a narrow line of famous adventurers and famous general signatures.

"And I won't wash my hands today!

Urasis, adorned with Mira's signature in the middle of the shelf, recalls the feel of Mira's hand remaining in his right hand and so decides. The eyes were not a joke, but only sharp and sharp will.

Vlasis Terez Ebates, who yearns for a hero and wants to be heroic again. Full of honesty, justice, and the unwavering belief in never giving in to evil, he is just a personable man in Solomon's glasses.

However, the longing often goes too far, and someone in the Chamber of Commerce is pushed on an unscrupulous mission, but this time the rumor came to him, so he escaped without knowing who it was.

Mira, who had finished using Solomon, had summoned Garuda to stay in the wagon after leaving the chairman's mansion. And it was when he tried to fly.

"─ ─ … La……. Mira...... hmm. Meerer!

From so far away, Mira's name was echoed.

"What's going on?

What Mira saw as she got off the squeaking wagon so much was a man with a bag down his shoulder and a big wrap on his back, rushing in with an impatient face.

"Ah, he's sure..."

Mira returned to the wagon unexpectedly due to the momentum, but once I gave her a peek in the face, I could tell that the man was someone I had met before.

"Oh...... Phew...... Good. I seem to have made it..."

The man, who came messing with his clothes, hair and breath, was Lenos, grandson of Urasis, president of the Ebates Chamber of Commerce.

"Phew...... Long time no see. Even so, it's only been a week or so."

Lenos says so and makes me smile, breathing constantly.

"At that time, I took care of all the sasoris. What can I do for you?

"Uh, right. I'm totally afraid it's a personal matter..."

When Mira inquired, Lenos answered with regret, but began to spread the wrap he was carrying in an asexually excited manner.

What Lenos had carried was a drawing board the size of a hug. It is that drawing board for painting etc. But nothing was drawn on that drawing board and it was white, and Mira tilted her neck wondering what she was going to do with it by bringing something like this.

Then Lenos offered a drawing board against Mira like that. And I said, "Sign me!" He shouted and bowed his head deep.

"... ah, oh. I don't think so."

It was Mila who was flabbergasted by Lenos' words, but speaking of which, I remember hearing it from Sasori before. Lenos loves things like Hero Tan.

At present, the destruction of an evil organization called Chimera Clozen is the hottest topic, not only in St. Polly but also in the Rose Line. Mira was often mentioned as one of the central figures in such a topic. Mira is more famous in the alley than she thinks.

Besides, I just heard from Vlasis that Mira is rumored to be the heir to the hero king, etc. Lenos, the hero Tan lover, couldn't have missed all this big stuff.

"Big enough, but where do I write it?

Mira honestly received a pen for not being so vague about being asked to sign. And "Here, please," he answers, nodding to Lenos, who points to the center of the screen board on his delightful face, dressed in feelings and running the pen.

"Thank you! I'll take care of it!

White drawing board with the letter 'Mira' on the oblique side written in the center. Thanking him with excitement, Lenos wrapped it up looking important before continuing to open the bag he lowered on his shoulder.

"Um, can I get a picture too?!?"

What Lenos took out of his bag was a camera the size of his head. Lenos' eyes are stained with colors like when he meets idols and stars, and he pleads with Mira in a still unexcited and cooling manner.

"Photos...... Hmm. Well, that's good."

Mira feels better in the eyes of admiration and envy all by herself, letting the wagon and garuda decide on a backward pose.

"Thank you! Mira, it's decided best!

Instantly mounted with a camera, Lenos stirs up words that are in good shape and sometimes holds Mira's figure in the camera even from a remarkable angle. Mira, who was getting more and more comfortable with his words like that, wanted the big guy to say, "This time it's not special."

The photograph of Mira's futile pose was thus added to Lenos' collection in vain with a clear image quality.

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