Chapter 59: 59 58 Promises and reports

Fifty-eight

Tower bedroom. In a comfortable sleep, I wake up feeling asleep in the sun slipping through the window. The girl's messy hair shone in silver, pulled by the movement of her head and danced.

(Will you wake up already? It's early.)

Mira turns to the next door and checks the pillow there. Luna remained small and round, still resting. Lowering her eyeballs to a restful appearance, Mira opens her bracelet menu to reflect the current time.

(Am I just too late...)

Time had shown around over 9: 30 in the morning. Mira closes the menu and makes a big stretch before putting her foot down from the bed trying to head into the living room. Then the garment placed on the small table in the front caught my eye. Very, very familiar design garment.

Are you ready?

Spread it out, it was a magic guide robe set. The first time Mira hung her hand on the hem thinking about changing, the sound of knocking on the door sounded and Mariana, the maid, peeked into her face.

"Good morning. Dear Mira."

"Um, good morning"

"I'll help you"

I immediately perceived what Mira was about to do, and rather, Mariana showed up in good time. Running over without telling me whether or not, I get my Mira done handily.

In addition to dressing, Mira's long silver hair was bound apart on both sides with a blue ribbon closer to transparency by a motivated Mariana. Mira herself is not satisfied with the twin tails that enhance her cuteness, but she looks satisfied with the mirror in front of her.

Thoughtfully, Mariana, who got Mira's hair done, also smiles with joy at the finish.

The two people in their appearance stared at each other through that mirror and smiled lightly.

We're going to wake up at the exquisite time of breakfast. After breakfast with Luna, Mira tells Mariana about her rough plans for the future.

I'm going to report to Solomon on my way to the castle. Depending on the decryption status of the material left behind in Seoul Howl, we should head straight to the new destination. Depending on the location, he said it might be available for a long time.

Mira seemed a little sorry, but Mariana turns to Mira with a smile that doesn't make her feel "Don't worry" or anything like loneliness. Mariana had no more worries. It is only a joy and a joy to be able to preserve the place where my husband returns.

When Mira is relieved by such a Mariana appearance, she stares at the crest of protection that resides in the back of her hand and realizes the magnitude of its connection.

"Well, it's time to go"

That's what Mira says when she finishes her after-dinner cup of tea while enjoying Luna's fur. Mariana then brought a basket from the kitchen and offered it.

"I have prepared lunch for you, please enjoy it later"

"Um, thanks"

Mira casually stroked Mariana's head as she recieved the basket. The behavior is very natural, without any hesitation. Mira herself is surprised by that. Could that be a sign that the wall against Mariana was gone, or that Mira could be sure that this was good for Mariana, who would happily break her face under her palms?

"I'll take care of it later."

Saying, Mira entrusted Mariana after holding Luna for a long time. Mariana graciously accepts it and gives her a softly gracious compliment.

"Welcome"

The interaction, though concise, was interesting, such as Chancery Sum, even though it was a relationship between girls, and it was something that went into the hall a long time ago.

But Mira didn't notice. To Mariana, who swelled her cheeks just a little bit. Don't forget the other one if you want to hold him tight. It may be Mira's challenge in the future to realize this.

As he left the tower and tried to fly, Mira remembered that it was unexpected to see the tower immediately next to him standing side by side. Next door is the Tower of Necromancery, and what I remember is my promise to Amaratte. I just remembered talking to Lily, the samurai, and telling her I wanted to measure when I had time.

(Speaking of which, I forgot)

Mira enters the Tower of Necromancer to try to get it done before heading to the capital.

Suddenly, inside the Necromancer Tower, where the silver-haired girl appeared, the gaze of curiosity focuses on the girl with a twist. Unlike the Tower of Summoning, there are quite a few magicians here who encourage day and night research. Mira went up to the top floor dropping her shoulders at the difference. "That's the rumor," the magicians said as they dropped him off, not caring why he came to the scene, but starting to get excited about the girl's own strength and her appearance coming from all sides.

The top floor of the Necromancer Tower. Mira confirms that there is someone in the aide's office and the office by biosensing. Amaratte is a sage surrogate, so if she were here, she would be in the office. So soon to conclude, Mira knocks on the office door. After a while the signs approached and Amaratte, not wearing a red scarf, turned up.

"Oh, Mira. I've come all this way to talk about that."

Amaratte grinned slightly when she immediately discovered the matter in Mira's appearance. That, to the somewhat intelligent impression, Mira nods, "Well, yes," in a way impressed as to whether the absence of a red scarf would change so much.

"Lily's been riding for a long time. I asked you to tell me when it was possible because I wanted to measure it."

"Really? Thank you, Mira. Shall we go today?"

Amaratte, who replied that way, when he broke his face with unimaginable happiness when he first met him, held the parcel on the shelf by the door and said, "This is a thank you" and offered it.

"I'm not thankful."

"It's also a thank you, but my feelings. I thought it would suit you."

"Fit? What the hell"

"Hehe, check back later. You're gonna love this."

Mira glanced at the parcel she had received and put it straight in the item box and said, "That's all I have to do. Bye," he said, riding down the elevator.

"Clear white skin, radiant silver hair. After all, it's black to go with that, isn't it? You think so, don't you, Mr. Charlotte?

When Amaratte questioned someone so, a long woman appeared from the aide's office. The line wraps around a thin, mourning-like costume, with an overly neat noticeable nose. Black eyes, somewhere fluffy and vain, had their right eye blocked by the eye bands. The woman known as Charlotte is an aide to the Necromancer Tower and a family of vampires, so to speak, Daylight Walkers.

"You can't agree with that question. I absolutely deduce white."

Charlotte opines clearly as she gazes under the tower as she follows Mira. The ghostly shaking eyes captured the silver-haired girl, even as she separated the walls.

"Oh, here we go again."

"Dear Amaratte, I can't give this place away"

When the two smile at each other invincibly, they begin to give heterogeneous signs.

Out of the tower, Mira takes her feet to the tower of sorcery. Now it's Luminaria. Because the shards of the world tree have been obtained, it is to be asked if this can be substituted for charcoal.

"Hey, Luminaria. I don't know. Reply!

Saying, Mira slams the door of her private room with all her might. A sharp, red shadow popped out of the door, which had been opened lavishly, as the murmuring noise of the door sounded.

"When will I learn to add or subtract! I mean, I miss this interaction too!

In frustration, but with a little joy, Luminaria says as she lowers her legs through the universe.

"Well, well, well. That's what I think. This time it's a big deal."

"Well, that's true, but there's no way to say it."

Luminaria eagles Mira's face stretching her chest. Nevertheless, it's just a shame because it's not powered.

"So, what can I do for you?

When Mira's head was lifted away and held in the door so as to gently poke back, Luminaria turned only to her face as she twisted her hair tip.

Mira, while operating the bracelet,

"There would have been charcoal from the world tree for what the Lord had asked. So I got this."

Forward and remove the shards of the world tree and pass them to Luminaria.

What I received was some piece of wood and not even charcoal. But I can't imagine Mira handing over something completely irrelevant with such a forethought. Luminaria opens her mouth to several possibilities.

"Maybe this is a shard of a world tree?

"Hmm, you're right. I don't remember doing it, but is it possible to turn it into charcoal? If it's possible, it's all done."

"Is that what you mean? But I don't know. I haven't tried it before, so I don't know, but it would be fine if I contacted the artisan union around here. It's a nest of freaks who don't care how rare they are. I'm sure they're experimenting."

The shards of the world tree are useful and highly effective, but very valuable. In contrast, world tree charcoal can only be used mainly for materials of special items called purifying secret stones, so there is no greater demand than shards. Although slight, the acquisition rate is higher than the shards, so if it's not the reason you want a secret stone of purification, you don't have to bother to turn the shards into charcoal.

"An artisan union? Some of that stuff."

"Oh, there are other agroforestry unions and marine unions."

"We've come a long way to the original world. In the meantime, the U.N. seems to have the same momentum."

When he said that and laughed with a smile on his shoulder, Luminaria laughed back, "If there's anything similar," he said. When Mira, concerned, asked about it, Luminaria explained the general contents.

Says it's called the "Book of the Day Committee," which brings together former players' kingdoms and opens them in secret. He is a former player, but therefore he has a modern idea of peace, and ends up with the ethic that there should be no war games, etc. in a world where real life lives, not virtually. It was that the lords had made one name after another and exchanged arrangements between former players behind the world.

A ban on declarations of war is promised at the first meeting as a result of the fact that the kingdom of Atlantis, the largest former player state, took the head and invited and discussed the lord of the country.

This greatly reduced the war, but it never went away. Because there is a country where non-former players' lords, that is, those who lived from the beginning in this world, are the heads. In this Committee of the Day, that country was referred to as the country of origin, and the number was higher than the number of countries for which former players held the presidency.

There was a huge deviation in the values regarding the war between the former player's lords, who mostly had Japanese ideas and were committed to averting war, and those who lived from scratch in this world. Therefore, the countries of former players who are attacked if they have a good chance and surrounded by their native countries are in a state where diplomacy makes them relaxed or worse. Some of them are former player kingpins who were paralyzed by repeated invasions of their native countries and declared war.

Now, in the name of the Commission, a ban on wars between former players (...) has been confirmed, which means that various economic effects are being carried out in another respect.

"I hear you're still trying to persuade me. If we can't solve the causes of the war in the first place, we won't stop. Fight for the good of the country, for wealth, for life, for a better life. You're not wrong, but you're distorted. Thinks, past, country, such invisible demons get in the way of something good if you put your hands together. Honestly, I don't know."

"I don't like that either. You can leave it to Solomon."

When they said that to each other in a joke, they thanked Solomon in their hearts without ever putting him on the table.

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"In the meantime, if it's charcoal, it's not the Red Lotus King's sword."

"Oh, I asked for it."

The two broke up briefly by greeting each other. Luminaria asks Ritalia to contact the Artisans' Union as soon as possible. Mira was in the elevator remembering the location of the Alkaite kingdom.

If it hadn't been any different than it used to be, there would have been several native countries near the kingdom of Al Qaeda.

(That's what war is all about. Once you start a war, someone dies. Deterrence for that...?)

Mira rears the tower of sorcery, realizing the weight of the task entrusted to her once again.

Mila left the tower and rode Pegasus, flying off Silverhorn. Then a few hours later, he had arrived at the royal castle of Lunatic Lake, capital of the Kingdom of Alkite.

A word or two with the gatekeeper, Mira greets him and enters the castle, looking around the entrance to ask someone where Solomon is. Only the royal castle of the capital once again admires the chandeliers, paintings, lamps on the classic armor, the stunning red carpet of embroidery that leads from the central staircase and the luxurious interior view.

(It's only the front door, it's still not luxurious. But who painted that area?)

Large portraying a lake of half-naked spirits gathering, who have trouble deciding if their hobbies are good or bad. A medium version full of dynamism, cutting out a moment when a girl rushes down the river. And an angel dancing in the sky with a girl wrapped in a thin cloth, a small judgment tangled with an outstretched hand. Fantastic paintings, likely to be called illustrations in the original world, are embellished in splendid frames.

Looking at such a painting, Mira's eyes caught the figure she knew, thinking about something that didn't matter. It's Solomon's aide Suleiman, who carries countless books in his trolley.

"Oh, isn't it Slayman? Just in the right place."

Slayman stops and smiles back when Mira rushes over to say so.

"This is Dear Mira. Welcome back."

"Um, I'm home."

Get your hands off the trolley, Slayman for the abbreviation. Mira also returns a brief greeting and takes a glance at the trolley book that Sleiman was carrying. Its titles were diverse, but all of the books stacked were consistently material about antiquity.

"I'm sorry I pushed it all. I'd like to help, but I don't like to decrypt things like that."

"No, as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to thank you. I never thought the day would come when my ancient and spiritual knowledge would be useful for Lord Solomon. So now every day is very fulfilling. And thanks to the materials Mira brought home."

That being said, Slayman fills the atmosphere with heartfelt delight. Mira also reminds me once again that Suleiman was this kind of person.

"Mira, are you going to report this?"

"I didn't mean to. By the way, where's Solomon now?

"At this hour, I thought it might be the office. Let me show you."

Slayman starts pulling the trolley over to the discreet end. But Mira doesn't think it's a good idea to interrupt the decryption process.

"No, thank you. From what I've seen, your lord's busy too. I remember the place."

With that said, I turn my gaze to those in the office.

"Okay. I'll be in the library for a while, so call me anytime you need me."

"Um, I'm sorry I stopped."

The two I ran into at the entrance. Mira headed up the central staircase towards the office and Suleiman pushed the trolley across the entrance.

"Look, it's an example."

Greetings are also there in the king's office, where Mira arranges on her desk the seeds of her ancestors that she has collected at the Tendemon Labyrinth Primary Forest.

"Wow, that's amazing. Ten of them were collected. Hey, thanks."

Solomon, who confirmed the seeds of his ancestors, thanked Mira, who had aligned a slightly higher number than the required number, and, surprised, took the box out of his desk and stored it in it.

"That's it, Team One almost found me. I think I know where it is. Discovery of unexpected abilities has ended much easier."

Mira sits deeply on her usual couch and speaks a little boastfully of her ket sea.

"It was. That is an amazing ability. If it's that easy, you can ask me again. Glad to hear it."

"Ugh... Well, if I could run errands nearby."

Mira replies with a bitter smile as she throws her legs out. In that way, Solomon cuts to the point when he smiles thankfully, "So, how was it?"

"Testimony was obtained from the elders. I'm pretty sure Seoul Howl wants the Holy Grail."

"Oh well. Then if we follow this line, we'll be caught."

Solomon was also anticipating the result that collecting only the materials did not, in the end, have a hand in the Holy Grail. But the fact that Mira had confirmed the traces with her eyes made it certain that there would be Seoul Howl ahead.

The consequences of everything turning into water bubbles could be avoided. Did Solomon feel relieved by the good news, or loosen his cheeks just a little.

"Mm-hmm. Later, I saw the state of the cut roots, and it looked pretty old. The elders didn't remember when they came, but if they knew this, they could fly the process a little bit."

Because I don't have the expertise, I can't identify when to cut. Even with knowledge, it will be difficult to grasp the growth of your Kamiki, which is out of common sense. But if Seoul Haul is following the procedure well, Mira thought it would be possible to omit the opening minutes as being complete.

"Right. As far as I'm concerned, I was hoping the elders would remember, because God is a mess. After that, I don't know how much to fly, but I need a little more specific material."

As Solomon, I couldn't take the time to spend alone in Seoul Howl, so I was going to fly as far as I could where I could skip it. However, at present, there is nothing that serves as an indicator, so we are using the means of having information that is likely to serve as an indicator searched in turn.

"Hmm, speaking of which, it's not going to be a specific ingredient, but he said he needed something black on his way home."

"Something black?

"Um, and... cut the cup."

"Sharpen...? Sharpen the roots with something black, or something. But it must be black."

Solomon leans his neck and groans "black... shredding, black-" at the uncluttered information. Mira, who said it, also repeatedly said "black, black" looking up at the ceiling wondering what she meant in the end.

"In the meantime, it seems useless for us to just think about it. It's new information, and let's call an expert."

Solomon, who gave up early, plays the call bell he sees one day at his fingertips.

After a while, when the door was knocked, expert Suleiman showed his face.

"Slayman, how far is the decryption going?"

Lower your voice and try to be dignified, Solomon says.

"The part that is now being found is that something natural is needed to process the roots. Furthermore, it seems that it cannot be processed unless it is a special place, but there is no description of the place itself and it is difficult to navigate."

Slayman explains the situation and bows his head sorry.

"Right. I don't know if it's going to be some kind of cut, but new information came directly from the elders, Mira there. It's like scraping with something black. Do you have any idea?"

"I'm sorry I'm busy. We're refreshed."

"No, this is my role too. It's an honor to have you here."

Suleiman gives a heartless or joyful tribute to the reason he was called.

Mira asks Suleiman, who joined her along the way, to tell her story with the elders from the beginning but concisely.

Then Suleiman starts organizing and integrating the decoding minutes and the information Mira brings in, with a mysterious face that remains silent. Then, a solution gradually emerged in the part where it was unclear.

"I see. Thank you, Master Mira. Now we know where we are."

Guiding the final conclusion in minutes, Suleiman declares with a sunny look.

"Oh, my God. That's great."

"Suleiman, where did the place go?"

Slayman says "excuse me" when he takes out the map he was putting in his nostalgia and spreads it on his desk. It is a full view of the Earth continent to which the Tri-secretaries and the Kingdom of Alkite belong, with Suleiman pointing to its eastern side, the mountain range north of the Holy Nation of Alice Farius.

"It is presumed to be this abandoned capital."

"Hmm. Why there?"

"Yes, first of all, it is expected to be quite hard, even if it can be inferred from the normal processing difficulty of the Miyagi tree, when it becomes a necessary natural product to shred the cup. The next special place was completely unknown, but according to the description, processing outside the place was impossible. However, assuming machining difficulty, the word" something black "that Mira brought home became a breakthrough.

I remember that the Abandoned Capital had a special place called the Crystal Temple. And when you shine the light that plugs into the deepest part of it, the story is that brittle, collapsible black crystals turn into white crystals and become tougher than any other gem. Then it will be possible to sharpen the roots of the elders. The white crystal will return to the black crystal in a matter of minutes, so it also fits the statement that processing outside this location is impossible. "

When Suleiman explained the rationale, Mira and Solomon were greatly convinced and snorted.

"Sure. Being the root of an elder is suspicious if even iron can be shredded. But a white crystal would definitely cut it. Well done, Slayman."

"It's an extra word for you"

Slayman finally takes a thanksgiving stance. That's when Solomon remembers what he was talking about before.

"It's Slayman. If the machining was done on the spot, there may still be sharpening debris left at that time. Is it possible to identify the shredded age by examining it?

"Is it from sharpening scraps...... Right. Not exactly, but the place is an abandoned capital, and deep in the temple... There should be no degeneration due to wind storms, so I was wondering if it would be possible to some extent if they were left scraped."

"Hmm, well. Then it's settled."

To Suleiman's response, Solomon nods loudly and looks straight at Mira. Without even having to think about it, Mira also observed what Solomon was trying to say and gently glanced over her shoulder and threw herself on the couch, waving one hand flickering to show her acceptance.

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