Chapter 217: 217 216 Martell Approved

Two hundred and sixteen.

'When it came to Astra, it should have meant something to do with the stars. If so, the mastery is also thought to be something about the stars.'

"Hmm, a star... of the stars..."

Thus they were discussing how to master the Ten Realms of Astra. Although I have come up with two different ways to do this, based on how I have mastered the previous formations, the constraint formations of Arcana and the summoning formations of the Rosary, I am not very firm.

To that end, the two of them think of a third way.

'I wish I could remember the exact meaning...'

"The Ten Kingdoms is not what bothers me."

'Right. I'm just curious about that, too. Indeed, such words in religious relations… ─!?'

Astra and the Ten Realms. A third thought that I began to pay attention to its unique noun, which is characteristic. But in the middle of it, when we were exchanging words, Fu and Cleos cut the words.

"No? What's wrong? Have you noticed anything!?"

'No, that, what do you call it?... I have a sudden errand to run. I had to leave immediately......'

Did you even think about it? Yes, when Mira called out in anticipation, the words returned from Cleos were somewhere unnatural and steep. But I can also see the colors of considerable haste. Has there been any incident? Mira worried and asked, and Cleos clearly replied that there was no problem around it because it was for personal use.

'I'm sorry, Master Mira. Let's talk about this again next time we can slow down (...). By then, I will ask Master Suleiman about Astra and the Ten Realms that you will surely know. Now if you'll excuse me.'

Was it an extra rush, at the end of the day I told him to stand up and Cleos jumped out somewhere.

After all, I wonder what Cleos has to do to panic that far. I feel a little sorry for Mira because the technical rigging was just coming up on Xing. But that's how I remembered it when I settled down.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mariana. Stick around and talk to me!

Yes, it's about Mariana. Cleos jumped in along the way, and the summoning rigging began and continues to this day. I mean, in the meantime, I left Mariana alone.

It was the most important thing lately, so when I stuck around, it was all about the transcendental summons. Mira apologizes and defeats such excuses side-by-side, as if she were a pawn who cheated.

'No, never mind, Master Mira. I can only hear Mira. Mira, who talks to Mr. Cleos about the surgery, seemed to enjoy it, and I was delighted. Keep doing whatever Mira thinks you want. It's just... I'm so glad you care a little bit like today'

Mariana that no matter how long she waits, she forgives everything. It was a word from the bottom of my heart. It is the true nature of Mariana without falsehood.

(That's all about me...!

Mira fell into the words of Mariana's well-made wife. And be sure. I'm sure it's compassion already.

"Not a little bit. For me, Mariana is the best!

When Mira proclaimed so, from beyond the receiver, as she did, a joyful voice returned. 'Me too,' he said.

Then the two continued to talk for an hour, looking more intimate. Not only Adventure Tan, but everything from classic things like likes and dislikes to deeply personal things.

"I've been talking to you a long time. This is not the time. Sorry about the busy hours in the morning."

Between nature and birth, after talking fully. That's what Mira ends the conversation where she sees fit. In retrospect, when I put in contact, Creos said Mariana was cleaning the tower. This means that we have been interrupting it until now.

But that was trivial for Mariana.

'No, please contact me again anytime. There's nothing more important than Master Mira.'

Mariana said, so politely and clearly, to convey thoughts from the bottom of her heart. Mira also replied, "Me too," breaking her cheek brings a tight smile to her face.

"It's like I can't force it. Be careful with your body."

"Yes, Mira loves you too."

Words caring for each other, we are finally nearing the end of our communications.

"Um, okay.... Bye."

"Yes."

With the end words, Mira gently releases her receiver from her ear. But when this happens, it's hard to cut. And that's the same with Mariana, who still didn't seem to be out of communication at all.

That's why Mira makes you manly here. I gently put my receiver down first, even though I felt no resistance. The chirp and the out-of-communication sound rang low.

In the moment, I remember the mundane tranquility. And while she missed the sudden feeling of being far away, Mira put a lid on the communication device. And keep staring at it for now.

With these devices, we can talk even if we're far away. It is already normal in a world where civilization has developed. However, if we try again in this way, it is that we realize that it is something else.

What we had was a conversation without other love. But if it even conveys a voice, it conveys thoughts, even if it is far away. Words are magical. While Mira realized the thing, she crawled out of her thrust.

And that is the time. After all, a slightly exciting voice echoed behind Mira's brain.

"Mr. Mira, Mr. Mira! It's been a long time since I spoke to Mariana. Besides, I can't believe it is. Hey, Mr. Mira. Whatever you think, I don't think you're just an aide. Then after all, you mean your daughter-in-law...!? '

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The interaction that had been going on in Mira and Mariana for over an hour was a true telling of the depth of the relationship between the two, and Martel's sense of smell could not have missed it. Like a caretaker relative, Martel sticks his neck in quickly and all the time.

'I'm sorry, Lord Mira. I told you not to touch it too much for personal use...'

"Words, it's good that you're listening, and it's not sloppy that I can't"

Martel, who follows his voice to the Spirit King, who apologizes for seemingly making an unreasonable excuse. Mr. Words, I mean the spirit of silence, Words Lambert, beside Mira, listening to that conversation, a claim as to why I shouldn't.

It should be noted that this voice seemed to have been conveyed to the person in question, and the Words Lambert, used here as a mere excuse, is obviously wolfish. I couldn't even argue with the Martel opponent, and I kept the silence that his name deserved.

'And at this rate.... By the way, is that actually what you think it is?

Martel freed from thousands of years of loneliness. That tireless quest for sex stories doesn't seem to know where to stay. And apparently, the Spirit King, too, began to be slightly impressed by it. Even the voice of the Spirit King, such as intrigue, echoes behind Mira's brain.

'Well, yeah. Just like you asked.'

Relations with Mariana. That I like Mariana. Mira affirmed in grandeur, even if it was not something she would hide anymore.

'Lovely! Lovely, Mr. Mira!

'Um, right. Good emotion.'

Martel and the Spirit King give more excitement to Mira's relationship with Mariana. It doesn't seem to matter much that you're a man and a woman to both of us.

However, the Spirit King talks with smugness that the emotion of love that arises between people is a noble one. And Martel went on to say that few spirits knew that.

"Back then, when I found out about love, he seemed so happy."

One of the few spirits to have learned of love, the Original Spirit Leeds Rain who presides over different spaces. His love ended with sadness, but still was certainly full of hope at the time, Martel says.

I'll do everything I can to support Mira!

Martel, who declares himself in person and then forcefully. Maybe she doesn't like sex stories, she wants to make sure that the destination of love is happiness. End up never-ending with sadness.

'Besides, I can't believe it's a girl and a girl... Fine. It's gonna burn!

No, it might just be a spiritual thing that I like to talk about in a biased way.

Next destination, before flying to Haxthausen. Mira had come to the shopping district of Granlings, calling it a buyout of needed supplies.

(The rest, two hundred thousand and there... Well enough.)

Solomon has only a small amount of money left, but if you don't get extra extra extra luxury, there's no problem. If you have to, you can sell the Demonic Stone you collected. Having so decided, Mira rolled out to the stall square in the mall.

This is another place where people gather, an impression stall everywhere. A multitude of them stand side by side with various smells and stir the appetite of those around them. Even if I wasn't hungry, the charm of being invited was stuck there.

Sometimes it's already noon, and people are gradually increasing in the stall square. Mira, who has walked through the stalls of each city, runs through such a square magnificently when she is used to it. Then he went around the blind stall and bought one after the other.

"This looks delicious, too. Don't buy it. Ho, BBQ lunch? This is iron."

Mira keeps everything in the item box, securing many varieties from what can be considered a classic dish in the street to a hands-on lunch box. The behavior was influenced by the thoughts I felt at dinner last night.

The thought is really now and terribly simple. This means that the food you can cook is easy and delicious.

A popular dungeon for many adventurers, from elementary to advanced, ancient underground cities. Mira prepared like any other adventurer to attack to its lowest level. At that time, unknowingly, he was under the fever of many adventurers around him.

An adventurer is something to camp and cook. Mira was totally concerned because she had such an image and even admired it somewhere in the corner of her mind.

The result is the purchase of large quantities of ingredients. Mira and the others, the item box held by the former player is different from the operator's bracelet and has a broken performance of maintaining freshness if stored and ingredients.

Mira therefore made great use of its performance and bought in fresh ingredients. And so far so good. It's a food situation one step ahead of the other adventurers, and it's rich in scarce vegetables.

But Mira didn't have the arms to maximize those potentials. If so, the value would also be halved. Plus, it takes a lot of work to get unfamiliar with.

The answer I got from such an experience is this one. If you can't make delicious food, you can buy delicious food. That's why.

If freshness is preserved, even prepared dishes remain ready at any time. It's really even more so now, but the experience of actually cooking locally will certainly not be wasted again...

"Uhm, that's about enough"

Confirming a number of dishes packed in the item box, Mira mutters so satisfactorily that she leaves the stall square behind. Half of the money had been turned into street food.

It should be noted that the cuisine bought through the stalls eventually extends to a hundred varieties. Including snacks, there is no difficulty in eating for the time being.

After Mira walked away, who bought and fished in large quantities, the story of Mira, who was still so scattered all at once, became rumoured among the street staff. A pretty girl with silver hair said she bought an amount she couldn't possibly eat alone at once.

And they later hear the rumors that were spreading in the union that the spiritual queen in fashion was not a beautiful girl with silver hair.

Rumors in the union, rumors of street staff. The appearance traits common to both of them all coincided. As a result, the street name "Spirit Queen" is given the attribute "Eater."

But it was long before the person knew it.

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