Chapter 56: 56 55 Reunion

Fifty-five.

"Well, thank you for your help"

"This way."

"I hope you find someone to look for"

When breakfast is complete and cleaned up, Mira gives information and a thank you for the evening. Silver thanked me for giving him more than that, and I hope Blue snorts safely.

Mira summoned Pegasus to greet the other faces and flew off refreshed with a pure rabbit.

Blue and silver, including the medal, will be the trump card at the showdown if they cooperate successfully while dropping off the lightning and flying away.

(The guys at HQ... don't take this the wrong way)

Yes, it was blue to pray from the bottom of my heart.

Running through the sky for hours with the same magnificent Kamigi on his back. When it was past noon, Mira was the only inn in Hunters Village to have a late lunch. It's a bird's vanilla grill, cheese, and a burger with vegetables, honey ole. Pure rabbit eats carrots in a pompous and petty manner on the table. Staring at her like that, Mira occasionally loosens her cheeks.

(Is this... a forest of all seasons? I didn't know you were using the sanctuary of the Spirit as your main unit, big guy inside.)

With Burger cheeky, Mira was showing the map she had received from Silver as a map, confirming the location of the home of the Fifty Bells League.

The forest of the four seasons is a forest that stretches across a basin surrounded by three mountain ranges that meet in the middle of the continent. And these woods are said to be inhabited by spirits of all seasons. It is therefore also known as the Spirit Forest, a place where many Spirit family members gather in all seasons.

(But it's a long way to go...)

The Four Seasons Forest is located far north of the Prayer Child Forest, and even if traveled in Eisenfald, it takes several days. If we go straight ahead, we'll be a long way back. In addition to the information on Seoul Haul, there are also seeds of the original ancestors. Also about the Fifty Bells League.

The contemplating Mira first made me conclude that we should return to the report.

"By the way, did Alfeil already travel?"

When I close the map, I lick a sauced fingertip and talk to the store owner.

"Yeah, pack your bags the day after you lose to your daughter and get there early. I left like I'd never seen before."

Returning only "well" to the store owner's words, Mira drank up her honey ole, looking forward to the day she would be reunited.

"If you think you can hear me talking, are you a customer at this hour? If you look closely, aren't you a child, even the adventurer pushed you to take care of him?

"Oh, are you home"

When Mira turned around, there stood a young man carrying a bag bigger than his body. The young man smiles gently when he meets Mira and proceeds to the back of the store.

"He's my son I told you about before, and he's Rattori"

The shopkeeper tells Mira that he was following that figure with his eyes. When I stayed overnight at Hunters Village, the shopkeeper told me I had a son who was going to the fort. When Mira remembers about it, she looks at him curiously as to whether this young man is the next strongest son of Alfeil.

The store owner's son, Ratri, is wearing simple yet multiple leather matching light armor and has an axe for one hand on his hip. All of them were in use, and I could see the marks I had repaired everywhere. And the talent value itself is no worse than that of Alfeil.

There's just something to say.

As I observe Ratri with that in mind, I get a fuzzy eye. At the same time Latori had only a slightly clearer face,

"Father. Apparently I'm in love with this kid, what can I do"

Yes, seriously ask the store owner.

"Don't be stupid. I heard he was the next strongest in Alphail, so I just wondered."

When Mira immediately denies the mistake, Rattori reacts to the name that was in the word after a moment of fright.

"Now...... We win next!

Is it also some sort of boiling thought, when Ratri declares so, he protrudes and roughs his muscles. I don't know what kind of relationship you two had, Mira, but with that one word it seemed somehow predictable.

"By the way, why do you care about that? Maybe your favorite type is a strong man! Listen carefully. I lost last time...... no I was just a little alarmed but next time I win. If you want to switch, now's the time."

To Ratri, who began to say something very wrong, the shopkeeper gave the jock a bitter smile and pressed the honey wine poured on him.

"Latori, calm down a little. Your daughter is a magician. So, I'm interested in that, Alphail, and I'm winning with you."

"hey... you're lying..."

When he stops his hand leaning a jock at the word, Rattori stares carefully at the girl sitting in the counter seat. A young, tidy, wormless face, glossy silver hair that receives angel rings, and white, thin legs peeking through short skirts. None of them are more beautiful than I've ever seen. But I don't see an element from it that beats Rattoli's known combat maniac Alfeil.

"You're a magician... I don't even think my father would lie... He lost before. It's called a magician. It's against the rules."

It is the magician who cannot judge his strength by his appearance. Rattori, who had experienced the strength of Alfeil, flaunted his honey wine with a sense of jerkiness, wondering if it was something he would never know.

"I don't know. I've been wondering for a while now, if I'm not drunk yet, that's pure rabbit...... right?

Latri stares at Mira as she observes the blue raspberry present. Very cute looking hard at carrots with a small mouth.

"Uh-huh, yeah."

Saying, Mira gently strokes that blue fur. "I knew it," said Latori, sparkling his eyes, but from the friendliness between Mira and Blue Rabbit, he gave up the negotiation of an exchange for the first floating spoils of war and said, "Can I stroke you too?" I heard. Mira nodded and replied, for a while, it would be a viewing party of pure rabbits eating bait.

"Still, you were critical this time home. It will be time soon."

"Oh, there's more prey this time than usual. I got too tense. Well, that should make a lot of money."

Latori proudly puts her hands on the big luggage by saying so. Among them are furs of prey hunted based in fortifications, as well as various materials such as fangs and nails.

"What's coming?

Mira was in the store owner's words, concerned about the time to come. I wonder what's coming. When I asked, immediately after that, I began to hear noisy and busy noises from the table.

"Looks like you're just here. It might be quicker to look at it. It's very lively and fun."

The shopkeeper smiles gently and urges him to do so a lot.

Rattori restocked his large luggage on his shoulder while

I'll be there as soon as I can.

said, leapt out of the store early enough.

Mira groans, "Sounds like some fun" when she slowly rises up, telling Pure Rabbit to go after Ratri as she waits here.

It's a busy day at Hunters Village once a month, all night long. There are multiple crowds on the main street, the only one in the village.

Out of the inn, Mira understood what the hell had come when she looked at the noisy sight.

(Is this a commercial caravan? I see. So he came back to sell the loot to this caravan?

From several lined carriages, shelves with a number of items displayed are carried out and arranged. Mira looks at them and finds Rattoli at the end of her gaze. Already, the package had been spread out and negotiations had begun, and on the front, a man dressed in merchants and elegant costumes had confirmed the loot as impressed.

"Oh..."

That's when Mira found someone she remembered next to the merchant. When he rushes out unintentionally, he calls out from behind that person who is giving instructions in the carriage.

"Isn't it Cyril? It's not an adventure."

A long man featuring long red hair. The man was Cyril, the leader of Ecalato Carillon, the guild he met in the soul-quenching city of Karanak.

The red-haired young man, whose name was called from behind and looked back, smiles as soon as he confirms the appearance of the adorable girl who was there.

"Isn't that Mira? It's a real adventure."

Cyril answers with surprise but delight and immediately afterwards, the carriage behind him rocks violently.

"Mira!?

Flicka was the one who jumped out of the carriage with his voice. But then Emera showed me her face, and the demon's hand would never reach Mira.

"As usual."

"Mira, long time no see. Wait a minute."

Emela greets her face only, then returns to the carriage and does something, before glancing at her face again.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"Me neither. You want to come and get something else?

Mira looks around with a smile back at Emera, who plays her voice happily. In its eyes are the vibrant merchants and the villagers who came to buy the products they sell. And hunters who negotiate alongside loot like Rattori.

"Zeph's here. I'm far away now, though."

"Well, I guess so."

Heard he was away, Mira glances a little farther, but gives up her gaze instantly because she can't see what it looks like. Then from the carriage, Flicka appeared fluttered again.

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"Mira's here... I knew it wasn't a dream"

Confirming the appearance of the once obsessed girl, Flicka approaches as she stays calm while alerting Emera.

"Mira, can I?

"Reject"

Flicka collapses powerless as she rests with her hands wide open in response to Mira's wearing. Cyril apologized, "I'm sorry," Emera grinned bitterly, throwing Flicka into the carriage.

"And what did the lords come to do?

When Mira asks so after a series of streams, Cyril shows the merchants negotiating with Rattori, while

"We're about to be hired by him as an escort to Osstein territory west of the continent."

Saying so, he waves a small hand at a merchant man with a glimpse of him, telling him that the girl in front of him is a completely worry-free person.

"I see, a merchant's escort? Be an adventurer!

Mira looks up at Cyril with slight excitement at the job description she remembers somewhere. Cyril, who knows the emotion, laughs back with pleasure, "It will be," too.

"By the way, is Mr. Mira here on some business, too?

"Um, someone I know asked me to. Not now, on my way home."

"Was I? You were on business that day at the deepest part of the catacombs, weren't you? Where was it this time?"

"The Elder and the Heavenly Devil. Well, it's a secret."

Because of the fact that he is a disciple of Dumbluff the Wise, Mira's trend is concerned, and Cyril utters the kind of words he explores. Nevertheless, there is nothing else to it and it comes from simple interest. Mira also decides and answers that there is no need to hide the place, but stays low until it is a national secret.

"Are you a celestial demon? I heard there was no clearance inside."

Cyril also has no deep pursuit, more than that, he sounds a little surprised to hear that the Celestial Labyrinth, which is designated a restricted area, is one of his destinations.

"Looks like that acquaintance turned his hands around a lot. To push me into trouble."

"That, again, sounds like a lot of people. Nevertheless, Mr. Mira is that disciple of the Nine Wise Men, so from that point of view... you can imagine"

"That sounds tough," adds Cyril, who looks almost certain of who is moving Mira. Mira snorted silently at it, exhaling heavily.

A merchant man walks over beside those two.

"Sorry to interrupt, but the negotiations are going to take a little longer. I'm sorry, but can you tell the escorts to take their breaks at their discretion?"

Yes, ask Cyril for a message. Having confirmed that the quantity and quality of the loot brought in by Latori was superior, he decided it was necessary to pack the story.

"Okay. Let me tell you something."

"I'm sorry."

When Cyril accepted, the merchant led Rattoli to one of the carriages. To identify and negotiate quality in more detail.

"Apparently, we're going to take a break. We met around the corner, so why don't you join Mira?"

Cyril invites a woman to smile so radiantly that she is likely to graduate. When Mira hangs up and says, "I don't know." Shadows pop out of the carriage.

"Agreed! Let's talk a lot. Tact, there's something about you after that!

"Well, I don't mind..."

A soothing flickr who puts the tact out to engage. Either way, Mira answered with pity for her desperate flickr, who was going to acknowledge it because it was a facade she wanted to talk to again.

The only place I chose as a resting place was the Inn where Mira stayed until earlier because she was waiting for Pure Rabbit. Mira came back to the inn first while Cyril told her escort companion to take a break. Early, when Pure Rabbit jumps to greet him, Mira lifts the green rabbit to her seat.

"Mira, the boy..."

"She's cute."

Flicka slammed onto the table zeroing "sloppy..." with half jealousy and half envy at the pure rabbit being embraced by Mira.

Flicka, who returned after a while, talked about Tact's aftermath as Mira urged him to.

Even after Mira returned from the story, I can see that Ecalato Carillon's face cares about something.

"That's why I convinced my grandfather in the direction that I would be responsible as an Ecalato Carillon apprentice. Even if it's our creed, the saints are welcome to save as many people as they can."

"Hmm, right...... Somehow, I could just do it and push it, but thank you. Regards, tact."

From Flicka's story, Mira was able to get a rough idea of the current state of Tact. Flicka seems to take care of Tact, giving him the materials he used as a child to study from the ground up.

Tact decided to aspire to be a saint capable of helping and healing his companions, and said he is now spending his days as an apprentice in Ecalato Carillon.

As she nostalgic, Mira hammered as she remembered Tact's unyielding smile and finally bowed her head.

Cyril, Emera, and Zeph show their faces when Flicka was about to break the limits to Mira making such a good sister breeze.

"Wow, you're really Mira. And she's cuter than before."

Zeph leaks his honest thoughts to Mira, who wraps her beautifully tied and neat silver hair and more refined designs of clothing. But at the same time, two women gave me a sharp glance.

"I knew you weren't healing..."

"Would you stop looking at my Mira like that"

Zeph lays low on the ground saying "That's not what I meant..." to two thorny words. Cyril agrees, "Sure, Mira's cuter than before," but Zeph's suspicions never made it to Cyril. To that fact, Zeph drifts even further.

We greet each other for a long time, and Ecalato Carillon faces have a slightly late lunch. Meanwhile, we had a chat about Pure Rabbit and thrived. Zeph, who knew that hair was a amulet of good fortune, worships Mira somehow with even one bottle. Mira, by contrast, tells him if he falls out with his hands, then gently combs Pure Rabbit's hair with his thin fingertips.

You were lucky, everyone was going to have blue luck hairs, which included tact.

"When I get home, I'll give it to you responsibly."

Flicka succeeds in subtly holding Mira's hand while receiving pure rabbit hair. Flicka's tricks, which he had mastered after several difficulties, were gradually beginning to sharpen.

"Speaking of which, Lord, you said you were going west. Doesn't that mean we're going through the prayer kids' woods?

If you want to go from Hunters Village to Ozstein in the west of the continent, you'll have no choice but to bypass through the woods of prayer children. Then it would be much more efficient to get through the woods. But now, there is a possibility of disturbing children appearing in the Prayer Child Forest.

"Yeah, right. I plan to leave tomorrow morning and spend a few days through the woods.... Is there something in the woods?

When Cyril briefly answers her plans for the future, she deliberately asks Mira what she knows.

"Have you heard from the Emeras about the spirits of the wind we met on the way home from the ancient temple?

"I'm listening. It's about chimeric closen, isn't it? We have some information from the union about that."

"Well, did I? Then it's quick."

When I told Solomon about the Spirit Raid, I heard that information was being disclosed to adventurers above the A-rank to seek cooperation. This means that Cyril is above A-rank. But Mira nodded without surprise. Because you can tell from that waist that you will have all that strength.

"I met one of those chimeric closens yesterday in the woods, but at the same time I met some of the opposing groups.

I caught the chimera first and left it with them... It's going to take a while to get that prisoner handed over. Perhaps the Chimeras will go into the woods to help their people. They're so noisy, I thought I'd give you some advice. "

"I see. Is that what happened? What amazing content, but you might want to stay alert for sure. Thank you, Mira."

Chimeric closen with just enough force and outrage to relate to the Spirit. If it is possible that such a person may be lurking somewhere, we have never been more vigilant. Cyril would like to thank the merchant for that information and see if there are any suspicious people in the merchant corps.

Cyril, speaking herbal, lowered his eyebrow root and exhaled one.

"In return, I just wanted to share some useful information with you... but I haven't been able to grasp anything yet regarding the date I peered from Mira"

"I don't mind that. Don't worry, I'll be right out."

Based on the date received from Mira, it was Cyril who moved several Alliance affiliated scouts into the investigation, but no useful information had yet come in. As Mira, I don't expect to find a new clue so quickly, so I lean on my third cup of honey ole without worrying about it.

But by chance, I even received useful information about my future journey. As for Cyril, I just wanted to return something. So I thought,

"By the way, Mira, do you like being a fantasy classic?

That's how I cut it out. Mira still stands down to this world and the sun is shallow. Then I thought I might be happy with what I did.

"If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be here."

Which means you wouldn't have played this game. There is now because I fell in love with a magical world. But that's what Mira and Cyril have in common. Emerah and the others, who did not know about it, came out from time to time, only leaning their necks against these words of Cyril.

"That was good. So what's the alternative, about three rumors?"

"Hmm... rumors. That sounds like fun."

If it becomes a fantasy classic and a rumor, the expectation is that Yai will also thrive on top.

Cyril told the first rumor story with a serious, but somewhere childish look.

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