Chapter 72: 72 71 Mission accomplished

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Time to reveal an evening at the Crystal Temple in Heavenly Abandoned Capital and the sunlight gradually engulfed the earth.

Gilberto and the others will be ready for a full-scale investigation before leaving for the site where the earth devoured occurred. Mira also plans to complete her mission and return after this if she recovers her target objects in the depths of the temple. I mean, it's goodbye time.

"Thank you for everything."

When Mira cuts them out that way and gives them her hand, Gilberto, who has finished inspecting the investigative tool, holds that hand back firmly.

"That's mutual. This one, too, would have struggled harder on the stairs to the sky if Mr. Mira hadn't been here. It's a delightful miscalculation that the pills we've prepared remain intact."

"Well, it was very exciting, but I think the awkward are lucky to have met Lord Mira."

Blushing shyly, there was no falsehood in the words, and Heinrich also shook hands straight across from each other.

"Well, then, master."

"Oh, and Mira, too"

"Pray for a Breath Disaster"

Thus Gilberto and Heinrich walked out towards the forest after the Crystal Temple. For a short time, but it was a pleasant pair, Mira said, smiling secretly at the two's rear appearance, turning back into the temple.

Then Mira also went down the stairs leading down to the basement to accomplish this purpose.

The lights of intangibles illuminate the walls of inorganic stones that have long since lost their facial expressions. Step-by-step and taking small feet, the stone steps repeat their footsteps into the darkness, as far away as the wooden soul.

Third floor over the basement second floor. There is the deepest part of the destination, the Crystal Temple, "Between the Glorious Crystals," where Mira was now in front of the "Between the".

An altar is placed in the center between the sunken jaws in the darkness about to suffocate. It's shaped like choosing to be in the middle of a pillar, and there's just one thin dirty crystal ball.

When she stopped in front of that altar relying solely on the light of the light sphere, Mira pushed the crystal ball that was there all the way in with her hand.

Then the hand feels a response like something has been filled in the gap.

The device starts shortly afterwards, and the cloudy sound boils from the place, as if the myriad lost earthdragons are allowances or gradually digging into the ground to hit the wall.

It crawled up the wall and eventually converged into a single point, making it sound like dragging a heavy leather bag, with a sizzling breeze blowing through it from somewhere in between.

Mira, away from the altar, takes her feet to the back. Then there were pompous and unnatural holes in the walls stacked with blocks of stone. The magnitude is such that each adult creeps out, and the wind is loose enough to walk out. A mossy, somewhere blue and resembling a summery smell wraps around the tip of my nose with the wind.

The passage leading to the back of the hole is about the same width as the entrance and leads to the back. Mira proceeded without any hesitation along such a passage and eventually confirmed the light coming from beyond.

"Subtly far away."

Zeroing the stupidity, Mira steps into the deepest part, the source of its light.

Between the glorious crystals was a place of its name.

It is about ten metres square in size, the ceiling is almost covered in crystals and in the center of the room is placed a mass of crystals as large as Mira with her knees. The light was so dark that it appeared white that it slipped out of the ceiling like a pillar, and in the crystal it was crushed as thin as vitreous, and stretched like a branch into every corner of the room, creating a tiny sun at the end.

"Well, I don't know where."

Mira walks toward the crystal mass around the space where countless lines of light intersect. The floor was slightly native to lawn-like moss, and from time to time the water dripped off the ceiling.

As you plug your hand into the play into the light pouring down on the crystal mass, the same enveloping warmth as the sunlight gently touches. This is the light that turns black crystals into white crystals. If you think about efficiency, it is also likely that you were working beside this light.

Out of the light, Mira kneels on the spot and begins to fish for gravel, dust and moss painted floors.

I just finished circling around the center based on a thin dirty crumb I don't know when, Mira leaked her voice "nooooo......" on her face only as she elbowed to the crystal mass and closed her lid and crawled her fingers to the tip of her jaw.

I couldn't find any scraps like that.

But Mira's eyes, who had come so far and bowed again in an empty motion, reflected a mountain of moss unnaturally exuberant like the head of a child with his hair cut short and aligned.

If I reached there and removed the moss from the surface, I would roll up so that the rotten bark could peel off, and beneath it was a pile of shards that left too bright a shade of shade. Mira was convinced that a slight fragrance, similar to the prayer child's forest, would spread and be sure with the sharpening scraps of the mikagi she was looking for.

Is it possible to identify the age now?

Mira is anxious because she planned to identify the years Seoul Howl visited the scene from the sharpening scraps, but can see them so clearly to the wood that she is likely to be convinced that the look of that wood scraps was sharpened yesterday.

But it would never be yesterday, and Mira looks at the moss that covers her like a pimple.

(Well, this isn't my specialty. Let's do what we have to do)

Mira gave up on the details early and pushed the whole moss into the leather bag she kept for collection.

Then he explored all the other places, found another moss mountain and stuck it in the skin bag, and went back to the Crystal Temple without looking back between the glorious crystals.

"You're just a pain in the ass until you get here."

When Mira crossed Pegasus, no more wood scraps, no more errands to collect, she was just quietly looking under her eyes at the streets lying like tombstones, heading down the stairs when she entered the abandoned capital of heaven.

Because there is a one-way way home beside it.

Arrive to the position where you look up the stairs and return Pegasus and continue straight to the right side. Then there was a big, darker hole than Mira's to hide in the shadow of the stairs that ran high.

If you go behind it, you go out into a domed space with a magic formation engraved in the center.

When Mira stood at its center without hesitation, after a slight time difference, the magic formation glowed blurry and Mira's body sank toward the bottom from floor to floor with a floating feeling as if gravity had been halved all the time.

Arrive at the lowest level in enough time.

Step out of a square with nothing but the magic formations you've ridden into a corridor where spiral sounds echo. As he proceeded with the wooden soul of his footsteps there, he slipped out of a horizontal hole looking to his left at the broken gate into a wide cave. The path to return leads to the entrance of the stairs to the sky.

And when Mira summoned Dark Knight, she escaped the cave unintentionally via the demons attacking her from the darkness.

Warm air stands in as you head out into the woods, enveloping you to melt your cold body. Spring exhalation, which somewhere soothes if it is likely to turn blue and breathes into the back of the chest, dissolves vaguely as it blows through the periphery.

Mira once again flew over the burning green forest as it crossed Pegasus's back towards the nearby city.

"Well, what's the matter?"

The forest spreading across the hem of the mountain ranges is broken, leaving for dozens of minutes on one side of the meadow. Mira was thinking about her plans for the future. It is whether you will continue on your way back to Station Street or tour in the name of ascertaining what evolution the three major powers of the continent are undergoing.

But whining to no one as troubled as it is so, Mira's heart was almost determined to make sure of the rest of the money in her waist porch.

(Sometimes I need to rest. This is the corner. It's also a survey of how things have changed in 30 years.)

Given his excuses for himself, Mira turned her way to Liddell, the capital of the Holy Nation of Alice Farius.

Less than two hours to go empty while evolving to read cartoons while on Pegasus' back. Liddell, the Holy Capital, who had looked like a mirage far away, had greatly changed its appearance from Mira's memory.

"Hmm... the place is... there is."

Admitting on the map that it is indeed the capital of the Holy Nation of Alice Farius, Mira exalts herself with a thin grin.

A change in the world after thirty years. That's because it was already Mira's pleasure.

The streets leading to the capital are vast, and the boulders cross with the three kingdoms. Just looking down from the back of Pegasus in flight never made people blind, and they were always blind. The closer we get to the capital and the more streets we cross, the more people we get, and the busier we are going to be hearing the talk.

Mira finally looks up at the main entrance where she arrives, feeling a definite breath around her as she descends into the street in the middle of the meadow, which captures the Holy City of Liddell up close and a little off the street.

It's amazing how close you look.

The whole thing is white, the stones that have been uniformly shaped are piled up and framed outside, and the gates that shine in silver are now open.

Several gatekeepers with glasses stood by and watched the passers-by.

But what Mira was looking at wasn't such a gate. He shifted his gaze to the side, watching the walls, the curtains of light like that.

It is the Holy Capital Liddell where Mira knows, and is one of the most noticeable changes that will be made. The walls that once protected the capital continued even further behind them to the edge of sight, and the connections created by new technologies now protected the Holy City, which extended beyond its walls.

The junction was shaking like a summer curtain in the wind, and it emitted a pale light on the rainbow color, which seemed heartless as if it were a membrane of a chavon ball.

But Mira's Trinity is absolute.

At a time when the countries of the players were flourishing and fighting was crowded, there was a history of information circulating that the strongest of the player nations declared war on one of the three kingdoms, Grimdart, and suffered great defeats until they were completely skinless, and that no other country would make declarations only to the three kingdoms.

That's all the Three Kingdoms were above the others.

Mira also has a glimpse of its power in a quest that occurs in Alice Farius. Therefore, the sight in front of me is also intriguing as what the Three Kingdoms do.

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"Yesterday, can I ask you something?

Before knocking around the gate, Mira speaks to one of the gatekeepers who refrains from standing aside as she flutters away from the flow of people.

"What's wrong? Lady."

Rin and ringing like bells, but somewhere calm as water, the gatekeeper answers with a slightly broken expression.

"What's like that wall of light stretching out of this gate? Is that a castle wall, too?

"Oh, it's called the Wall Boundary. I know all the details, but it's all about magic and exorcism."

The gatekeeper, saying so, turns his gaze to labor behind the gate, the walls that once protected the capital on the front line. If Mira also turned her face so that she could follow it, the new urban area spreading in front of her caught her eye. The buildings are all white, with green adorable trees spreading their leaves and peeking at their heads by the way.

"Is that what happened? What a wide range of Magic Guidance Engineering is."

Now, the ship can fly to the sky.

Gatekeeper who, when he returns his gaze to Mira, raises the corner of his mouth and smiles like a good person. "Sure," Mira looked up into the sky and the bird with the sun on its back crossed as a black dot.

Going through the gates for a while and overlooking the streets of the new urban area, Mira excites her heart about the difference from the former Holy City of Liddell.

In Alice Farius, a strong religious colour, the colour white was often used. Even if you look around lightly, the building is built with almost white stone, otherwise the wood and other shades remain intact.

And especially when it comes to big changes, there's a tree called Grimward planted right there in the city. This Grimward tree is considered a holy tree in the Holy Nation of Alice Farius and blooms vibrant purple in summer.

In the streets in Mira's memory, they were only planted in parks, along the streets, etc., but now we see them planted on the property at a rate of one in two.

If you only saw it at first glance, the greener you see than the whites.

(The boulders are not the Three Kingdoms. I've been attacking you a long time)

With that sentiment in mind, Mira enjoys sightseeing fluttering off the boulevard while remembering what happened at the time.

It is a residential neighborhood, where many children were encouraged to play happily.

In the neutral voice before the vocal changes, the boys are interested in the gut test of climbing and jumping on the grimwords beside the private house. The girls with the dolls in their hands come together and make the dolls talk. I wonder if the boys get together on the bench and make a scene, and the girls can be running around fine.

Housewives who blossom into rumours in the shade of trees, building beams that sperm out carpentry work, and just casually different residents look alive and shining in Mira's eyes.

The smiles of such life singers were as if the surrounding colors were slowly melting out, and their voices were noisy and restful again.

When he felt the gentle wind blow into his mind so that it could be dyed little by little, he noticed that Mira had followed him through the side streets of the residential area to the shopping district.

The shades are still more than half white, but the people there are colorful in their costumes and interior.

The streets jump and become more lively, with children running around sewing people's gaps.

It is an even peaceful landscape, where many women with cages but few travellers such as men and armed adventurers are found.

This mall was close to life, if not a place for residents. Unlike stores for the outside, which line the boulevard immediately after entering through the main entrance, there is an array of stores dealing with daily necessities and things like consuming at home. It's a community-based, family-friendly atmosphere.

Walking through such a shopping district with a glimpse of shops dealing with groceries such as butchers and eight hundred shops, Mira did not resist the smell of inviting a belly bug and delighted her cheeky stomach with skewers, vegetables, etc. that could easily be found in her mouth.

As she strolled around without a particular hit, Mira could only reach the front of a shop when she was confused by the children.

The store has wide open doors, mainly with many children coming and going repeatedly.

"What store?

Mira peeks into the store, which also looks like a white warehouse, whining so much.

I saw something like a counter, where a woman's clerk with an apron lowered received money from the boy, giving him something square about the size of a palm.

There will be a case of something on display at the wall filling one side, and the children's entry and exit continue even while Mira makes the in-store confirmation as such.

Once you step back and look over to the mall, you'll see that this is the only place that's thriving on the kids.

Mira, curious as to what store it was, stepped in there after the child going in.

White, the colour of the stone, gives a noticeable clean impression in the store, and countless tables and chairs are arranged if you proceed to the back. There the kids were across the table, as if they were doing some sort of ritual.

By the way, a group is able to surround the table, and the hustle and bustle of voices fills the store. The playful vitality of the child meets the times when Mira had forgotten. I was just happy with my friends, those are the days.

As Mira gazed emotionally at the children as she nostalgic, an adult woman, slowly sitting in a grand chair, was surrounded by the children, laughing together.

Someone's guardian?

At first glance, I thought about it. What the hell does Mira do without any particular concern? To confirm that, we approach a table where the children gather.

There is a lot of excitement there, and the children surrounding the table seem to be passionate about what is being done there, and there are no gaps.

Although Mira attached to the outer circumference, she does not know what is being done in its center, and goes around the perimeter repeatedly with her pimples and back stretches.

(Nooo... invisible)

If you gave up and left the store and looked inside, there were still several tables, and the smaller number of people surrounding them could be seen.

What I want to know is what you're doing. Mira was invited by a large number of people, but when I reconsidered the matter, I peered at a table with a small number of people.

(What if...)

The two boys sitting and facing each other had cards fanned like cards in their hands. On the table, a sheet depicting stacked cards and something like a shape spread out on one side. And multiple cards are placed on top of it.

It was a trading card game.

In Mira's original era, all trading cards were augmented reality "Augmented Reality" cards, and by using dedicated devices like toys, that was the substitute for enjoying cartoon-like card battles.

For Mira, that's the perception of a trading card game, and I've never seen the original table format of this play.

(I miss playing Trekka.)

Mira looks down at the table with an interesting smile on her face. But Mira hasn't noticed that the boy's hand is stopped, bewildered by the appearance of an adorable girl who suddenly appeared on the spot.

"No..."

Suddenly, Mira's eyebrows bounced tingly with a leaking voice, and those eyes were pointed at a single card on the table. The silent card gamer boy drops his gaze on the bill as Mira and I alternately looked at the table.

The card Mira noted, where the figure of the person and his name were written.

Its name is "Heinrich the Rockflower Piece". It was the card of that samurai who was with me until exactly morning.

(This is definitely not about him... You've been bravely portrayed.)

When Mira shifted her gaze straight to another card, she also confirmed demonic cards such as Goblin and Ghoul.

Mira, who toured the table without knowing what other cards were available and gathering the children's attention, discovers the names of the deputy commanders of the Knights of Grimdart involved in the quest and the names of the priests of Alice Farius.

One of the most disturbing of these was the cards of Fist King Kozilow.

It is the name of a famous player.

(What if this Treka is a model in this world?)

Having finished organizing the information, Mira looks up and looks around. Then I can finally see the whole thing in the store clearly.

The showcase at the back of the children's unexpected gaze was displayed one precious card at a time. And the counter sells five cards as a pack.

This store was a card store dealing with trading cards.

(I didn't expect to expand this kind of game…, but this is also the work of the player.)

With that in mind, Mira's mind is exalted as if she had returned more than a decade ago, looking around for a card and looking at the cards lined up in the showcase.

I thought that having a former player's card meant that some of my cards were famous nine-wise enough to be a play.

"No, Cleos"

Mira discovers the names she sees in the line of cards about one digit high.

I kept looking for another step, but that was the limit, and instead of Dumblrf, I couldn't find one of the Nine Wise Men.

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