Chapter 22: 22 21 General Union of Adventurers

Twenty-one.

Three days out of Lunatic Lake, capital of the Kingdom of Alkite. When I started getting used to the carriage journey as I pounded my tongue on the village's mountain vegetable dishes I stopped by along the way. The carriage carrying Mira entered the main street through the gates of the soul-killing city of Karanak, located next to the C-rank dungeon "Ancient Temple Nebrapolis".

"Are we finally here?"

Mira looks out over the bustling streets that stretched forward with a peek in her face at the palace. A little after noon, people overflowing from work in search of lunch enter the restaurant with us.

"Good luck. First, I'll show you to the inn."

"Uhm. Nice to meet you"

As the horse's hoof sounded lightly, Mira returned to the carriage and sat down in her seat. At first glance, the space mimics a qualitative wooden carriage, but the wheel reduces vibration from the ground due to synthetic resin, and the axle is further furnished with springs, resulting in a more comfortable hobby.

Loaded with attention inside, the seats are relaxed and soft. If you stay asleep, you'll be able to sleep while you keep running. There is also a small groove in the provided table for fixing, so it is not scattered in sudden braking. It looks very much the same as a typical carriage, but the contents are a special dish. This is Solomon's chariot.

As you enter the grounds of a large three-story building for a short time with a view, the carriage proceeds to the wooden stables.

When the light of the day, which was pouring directly, was blocked and the amount of light around it settled reasonably well, it stopped at one of the demarcated areas. At the same time, a man, the keeper of the stables and an employee of this inn, walks over to your Garrett.

"Welcome. Would you like to stay?"

"Yes, it is."

"Yes, I did. Thank you for asking about carriage and horse management later."

"Okay."

When the administrator hands a single bill to Garrett, he takes a step back and praises him.

"Then Master Mira, let's check in first"

"Uhm."

Garrett, glancing at his face from the podium, immediately jumps down and opens the carriage door.

"I'm sorry."

Garrett moved quickly and the carriage door was already open when Mira was stretching in her seat.

Once out of the carriage, Mira leads Garrett to the inn reception. Next to the entrance is a large marble carved with summer lamps and the name of the inn. When Garrett opened the door and walked into it, it was more of an interior like a hotel than an inn.

There is a front desk, where employees in uniform go in a busy and calm manner. An adventurer dressed in fine armor and robes clustered in a window chair that seemed to be for a break. Medieval fantasy mixes with the interior of a Western-inspired hotel to create an irresistible atmosphere. Outside the window is a garden, beautifully adjudicated trees and flower gardens shaking in the wind. A child was also seen running around there.

"This is so extravagant again."

"It's the best inn in Karanak."

"Isn't it expensive? I don't have that much."

Mira answers with her hands on a waist pouch wrapped around her waist. This was in the bag given to the maid, and the black waist pouch is familiar with black based clothing. So I threw in a bag with the money I got as a reward.

"Of course you're not worried. All expenses for Mira's journey will come from Solomon."

Here's Garrett with a full grin.

"I wanted to stay here once."

and whispered shaggly.

"Damn, who's the Lord?"

Mira also gets stuck and smiles back.

While Garrett was going through the check-in process, Mira was killing time looking at the conditioning items, paintings, etc. at the entrance instead of doing anything. But I don't realize I'm being watched as sneaky as they are. High-ranking adventurers are the only luxury inns. It's a gift that keeps you from feeling your gaze.

Along with Garrett, who has completed the process, the employee is guided to a room. Intermediate when it comes to the rank of the rooms in the inn, but more advanced than the average. Don't compare it to the tower's private room, by the way.

"Dear Mira, I have an assignment I've been waiting for, so I'll see you at dinner."

"Uhm."

"The union of magicians can be found as soon as you leave this inn and go straight to your left."

"Okay."

"And if someone you don't know calls you, don't follow them."

"Ugh... um"

"If you get lost, ask the white and blue armored people about the best lodging in the city, and they'll tell you where they are."

"I am not a child. Why don't you just do it?"

Every time a word goes on, it becomes like telling a child. Mira smashes Garrett when she blocks him on the way, urging him to go away. Garrett's worries are endless, but Mira's own strength is heard to some extent, so she is reluctantly led to her room.

Unlike Mira, Garrett stays in a regular room in this inn, so it's downstairs.

I'm glad you're worried, but it was Mira who wanted me to do something about treating her like a child a little more.

Once in the room, there is a single note on the table. It is written about various precautions and services. I leave my keys at the front desk when I go out, but the room service rings the bell next to the entrance and exit, so there's plenty to do about the morning, noon, and evening meals.

Mira leaves the room and leaves the key at the front desk as she glances through the note and quickly heads to the union of magicians.

"Are you sure it's left?"

Exit the inn and walk towards the left. There were still a lot of people on the main street, but they were calmer than when they came. However, the number of people going out is still high because it is the main street of the city, and Mira sneaks up on the edge so that it is as discreet as possible.

"Hmm, right here."

Moving on for a while as Garrett said, we got there before two large stone buildings lined up. Above the door, there is a sign hung on the building on the left called the Warriors' Union and on the building on the right called the Magicians' Union.

A noisy voice echoes from the warrior union next door as Mira reaches for the door confirming the sign of the sorcerer union.

"Please! I heard you're all strong here. Please!

The warrior union door opens and a boy about ten jumps out to be driven back. Subsequently, a tough man in metal armor pushes the boy back with a troubled look on his face.

"What I want to ask you is the mountains, but it's the best I've got so far. D-rank. You can't do what the boy says."

For a moment, Mira wondered if the boy was being abused, but no matter how he looked, he was an adult who had trouble dealing with the child he told me about.

Eating boys and adults who can come out later and forgive you. First of all, Mira opens the door to the union of magicians because there is nothing for the union of warriors.

The interior of the Union is tidy, with reception arranged in a horizontal row, with large message boards and waiting chairs in front of it.

At first glance, the landscape is likely to mistake it for a district office, but Mira looks around for a moment to dazzle at the sight in its eyes. It's just a union of magicians, and most of them are magicians there. Otherwise, the robe appeared mostly, but only part of it was clearly mixed.

"Is this... normal...?

What Mira noted was the outfit of girls around fifteen to eighteen dotted there in the union. She was a magic girl, no matter what.

Mira was initially dressed in a magic girl style arranged with robes, and now a samurai gosloli magic girl, alert to the kind of gaze she was mocked from around her. It also came from the thought that there would be no one in these special outfits.

But from what I've just seen, what do you think? I can see more than one girl dressed similar to myself. In other words, the truth that you are not the only one swells greatly in Mira's mind. And as proof that my clothes were not special, I gained immeasurable peace of mind there.

Mira turns to the receptionist as if she had been freed from something. Of the multiple receptionists, standing in front of the empty space, the reception desk said 'New Registration Reception'. Mira, who truly remembered the district office because the details of the response varied from reception to reception, first confirmed that it was okay for her to use it here and spoke to the receptionist.

"I'd like to sign up for the union, but are you okay now?"

"Yes, it's fine. Are you sure you want to sign up?

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"Ugh, um"

The lady at reception responding with a smile has long blonde hair tied to the ponytail with a bow with a flat face. He was lowering his name tag from his neck, where it said Eurica.

Mira suddenly snorts at Yurica's smile, but pretends to be calm.

"Now please fill it in here"

Looking at the documents offered, Mira puts them on top of the documents when she recalls the letter of recommendation she received from Solomon.

"I kept a letter of recommendation."

"Is it a letter of recommendation? I'll keep it."

Eurica becomes rigid as soon as she hands the envelope with the letter of recommendation and checks the nominee upside down.

New subscribers who bring letters of recommendation are not many, but they are not as rare. On several occasions, the Eurica herself received letters of recommendation that nobles seeking valuables should register in unions to send private soldiers to dungeons, or that high-ranking adventurers would recommend powerful newcomers.

But this letter of recommendation is clearly different than before. I know that the girl in front of me is a magician because of her trendy outfit. A magician would be a seemingly weak girl, but the size of her body doesn't matter much. Usually because magic, which cannot be judged by appearance, says things.

Eurica also thought so at the time of receipt of the letter of recommendation. Recommended by a high-ranking adventurer who doesn't know where he met but has recognized his strength, or a noble lady. I expected her to be a lady because of her seemingly pitiful appearance, and I checked the nominee to see which nobleman she was. But none of the names written there were.

The nominee is Solomon. It was King Solomon himself, king of the kingdom of Alkite.

"Shh, excuse me. Please wait a moment!

Eurica, who was smiling, changed her expression and ran out to the back of the union. I had never seen or heard of Wang Zhiyin's letter of recommendation, etc. Therefore, Eurica turns to the Office of the President of the Union, asking for instructions from the President of the Union that she cannot judge herself.

Mira, who was left behind, could not imagine what was going on, so she took the pen provided at the reception desk and filled out the paperwork.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for waiting."

Mira finishes filling out the paperwork and is heard from the receptionist as she observes inside the union of magicians. Turning around, I see a Eurica smile that is no different from the first time I regained my peace.

"I wrote, is this it?

Upon receiving the documents provided, Eurica nodded, checking to see if there were any omissions.

"Yes. No problem here. So about the letter of recommendation, could you please step up to the union director's office?

"Hmm. I don't mind."

Mira accepts that the union president's own confirmation is necessary because all of a sudden the rank becomes C.

When Eurica leaves the reception to nearby officials, she leads up the stairs to the back of the third floor of the Union of Magicians and to the office of the President of the Union. When Eurica knocked on the door, she received a reluctantly old voice.

"Excuse me."

As Eurica opens the door and enters, Mira follows suit.

It was just the union chief's office, and it was a hobby, calm space. The conditioner adds a gentle touch of colour to the interior without claiming too much. Behind the desk lay a large bookshelf, and the types of books arranged represented the intellectual desire of the head of the union, the lord of the room.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Leonil, the union leader."

The union president names himself Leonil and rises from his executive seat to give a toast. The face is deeply carved, and the aged wrinkles further mature the atmosphere of the calm man.

Leonil moves to the reception table and urges Mira to take a seat.

"Mira."

Since she was named, Mira briefly returned it and put it down for a breath before taking her seat. At the same time, the waiter brings tea and sweets from the back room of the office. Arrange them on the table for a small meeting and go back to the back again.

"Mr. Mira."

Leonil stares at the girl and receives the paperwork that Eurica offers "this one". Drop your gaze and glance at the document. Filled out there are names, classes, and countries of origin.

"Hello, my lady. Rumor has it, you're Mr. Dumbleffe's apprentice?

Tell the truth with a look you're sure of.

Under Leonil, the head of the union of magicians, a variety of information gathers not only in the country. In particular, Leonil has a section that tends to collect information, so much so that he even organizes a dedicated intelligence agency.

It was rumours of the emergence of the hero Dumblrf's apprentice that circulated there. The name Mira and the class contained information about a summoner, a girl with brilliant silver hair.

If you only knew that, it would be easy to determine that the girl named Mira fits the information. The documents received also state that the class is a summoner.

"Um, whatever. I thought it was already here."

"I see. Then I'm also convinced it's a letter of recommendation from King Solomon"

Leonil somewhat puts the paperwork on his desk and stamps it, as he was also convinced to give a surprised look. I also thought I would confirm whether it was equivalent to Class C, but decided that it was not necessary if it was King Solomon's immediate recommendation and a hero's apprentice. Meanwhile, Yurica doesn't seem to be following the story, forgetting to make a smile and staring at Mira suddenly.

"Um, sorry! When it comes to Master Dumblrf, is that Master Dumblrf!?

While she finds it rude to pinch her mouth, Eurica sends Leonil a gaze that she can't help but ask.

"That's right, that Dumblrf lady. Be a developer of refining technology and a founding hero. That's the one they called Dumblrf of the army."

Even Leonil, who speaks only naturally.

The name of the wise man who did not appear to exist until today from the disappearance thirty years ago, it would be a water event in his bedear if he tried Eurica such as appearing in the story with his apprentice. I don't really have a sense of reality. Leonil, too, would have taken a little more time if he hadn't gotten the information in advance.

Every time Eurica rebukes Leonil's answer over and over in her head, the glow increases on the joyful face of that expression.

Though rumors will spread throughout town in the short term, Leonil hands over documents bearing the certification stamp once he stops talking to Yurika like that.

"I asked for the procedure."

"Yes! I'll take care of it!

Eurica answers happily with an exalted voice. And when I held the paperwork with both hands looking important, I threw my gaze at Mira before leaving the union chief's office one foot behind for the registration process.

"Well, it's for personal use from here, so I don't mind if you go home, but if you have time, could you stick with the story?"

Leonil is interested in Mira, who will know countless pieces of information he doesn't know about Dumblrf, who has completed confirmation of the letter of recommendation but has never shown up before. If I could, my desire to know about Dumblrf's current situation and Mira herself would hurt my knowledge.

"Hmm. I don't mind."

If you are also the head of a union of magicians, you also have considerable power. Mira calculates and accepts that it may also work in her favor to hang out a little bit and improve her facial knowledge later.

The two of them take their seats for reception.

Mira answered unquestionably, recalling what she had told the tower's aides, Mariana, and Ritalia. Dumbleffe is in the city of phantom beasts, but I don't know now. I can summon a Dark Knight equal to my teacher. Mira arranged things that seemed not to be a problem even if they were known. In between, sip herbal tea cake. Mira nodded instantly when Leonil recommended the second one to its heartfelt delightful eating.

"It was a treat. See you later."

"The Adventurer ID will be ready by tomorrow, so take it then."

"Um, okay"

Mira leads the waiter out of the back of the office to replace the cake and leaves the office behind. Leonil had conceived as he saw what Mira looked like after such a

I'm sure you're hiding something, but I don't feel malicious. The way the cake is creamed on her cheeky cheeks is the girl herself as she looks, but the way she chooses to do the tricks and words she shows from time to time deviates from that of the child.

If I slept with a teacher named Dumblrf, and gave a single answer that it might do the same, I spread the letter of recommendation and sank deep into the chair.

"Hmm. Measurable"

Throw the letter of recommendation to your desk. Leonil looks up to heaven. At the end of the paper landing in the corner of the desk, it was written that the transfer of the right to lift all banned areas would be sought.

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