Chapter 87: 87 86 Lake Bottom Capital

eighty-six

There is a place where more people crowd beneath fantastic scenery with blue skies like aquariums if you look up. It was considered a commercial compartment, lined with essential items for life and adventure. There seems to be a large number of merchants working with the Fifty Bells Federation.

There are shops with signs so that it is easy to understand the merchandise being handled, and stalls can also be seen by the way.

Mira was touring the area that turned into a shopping mall.

It's been busy forever.

Different people and people ahead were so diverse as to which exposition it was. Some Meow are Galidian, Dwarves and Elves, and they even cover rare species such as fairies, dragon men, and demons. Furthermore, the outfit varies, wearing armor that is specific to practicality and used weapons, so to speak, adventurer style. A ethnic costume with shapes, colors and somewhere eye-catching features. Artisans wearing marked aprons that specialise in judging at a glance. I wonder if there are rough fitters in pants on their shirts or in jerseys that I've seen one day.

Instead, the spirits were flowing like dancing again among the people who stood and flowed blindly.

The redemption marks I received from Kagra were converted into large quantities of food. After receiving it, even though I doubt I need it so much, I peer into the martial arts stores and pharmacists, and grasp the fine differences from the game age, and now I'm just strolling freely.

The smell of fluttering and rising from the stall smells from nowhere in the waves of such a person. As she stopped and turned her gaze around, Mira glanced at the stall to be invited.

(No, he's...)

When I was invited to look up by further fragrance, at the end of Mira's gaze was the figure of the young spirits I had seen in the woods of prayer children. It was the first lake with the Fifty Bells League, a young spirit chasing butterflies. Now he plays with going and going, chasing the light that hiccups on the ground with the swings of the sky's lake surface.

After that, you were safely protected by the Fifty Bells League, and Mira reassured herself of the appearance of a delightful young spirit.

and it was then. Mira suddenly slipped and fell, shocked and relaxed on her back, slamming as she did.

"What the hell?"

Mira stares around with only her face up first.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

Then with such a voice, Mira was held up as she gently turned her arms around her hips. Looking back, there was a woman wrapped in a light shaded robe that tied her light purple hair for you. Some young looking woman repeatedly "I'm sorry," diligently paying off Mira's clothing stains.

"No, no problem"

Mira stares at the woman's face as she says so. discomfort, not least because I met him somewhere or felt like someone else. The woman, who had finished paying dirt within it, looked up, staring straight back at Mira, and, more importantly, hugging her.

"What the hell!?"

Mira escapes in surprise at her sudden embrace as she feels a sensible soft flesh on her cheeks from the loose robe and lets herself slip reflexively.

"Oh, I'm sorry. With…"

The woman shrunk her shoulders and let her hands wander unlockably as she embraced Mira. Mira was also unfortunately dropping her shoulders again, remembering the lingering aftertaste on her cheeks.

One fearful man speaks toward those two with a sad face.

"Lene.... if you think you finally found it, what did you do?

When the woman called Lene replied, "I bumped into you -" she touches Mira's body as if she remembered. The arrangement was gentle and at the same time wrapped in white light.

"I'm sorry. Were you hurt? I'm so sorry."

The light of Lene's hand was due to holy art. When that hand touches Mira's body, slight marks of abrasion disappear along with the pale light. The man, roughly observing what happened, smacks Lene in the head, who has finished healing Mira's body.

"Even the young spirits must have been walking watching. Totally."

Apparently the man was right, and Lene turns to Mira and bows her head when she replies, "Yeah," without excuse. But when he lifted up his face, and stared straight at Mira, and his hands held the girl in his arms.

"What should I do?

Now not resisting, Mira turns her gaze to the man she will know in the state she is but remains. And now Mira didn't have the lower heart like she did earlier. That's what Lene's sad expression made her do when she was stared at.

"No, Lene."

When the man said so, as he whispered, Lene let go of Mira, unfortunately, and exhaled deeply.

The man, about thirty years past, had a reasonably tight body, and his hair was cut short with gold like rice ho. He is lightly dressed and wears a sword around his waist. And in the long cut eyes, I wear skinny glasses, a thoughtful and calm impression. The man, needless to say one way or another, is sturdy.

"I'm Ashley. This is my wife, Lene, and apparently my wife has been rude. I'm sorry."

The man named Ashley clouds his expression and bows his head with sincere sorrow.

"No, I don't care. I don't know what that means."

Though somewhat surprising, there was no real harm to worry about and on the contrary, Mira answered that with some distracting thought because she was apologized for over and over again.

"Thank you," Ashley, with her head up, continues looking just a little lonely.

"We are a couple, we have a son who will be ten this year. But I haven't seen him in years because of circumstances. From that recoil, Lene began to look at the young spirits all the time, or to impulsively embrace a seemingly old child. I've also bumped into people several times already. I've been telling you that every time."

That's what Ashley says, holding Lene softly. It was as if to protect from something or something.

"Difficult..."

Son Except in love, he hits a walker with his eyes chasing a young spirit who looked like a child. And he looks like he hugs Mira, a child, for the same reason. Knowing such a translation of Lene's actions, Mira, while sympathetic, was concerned about the circumstances. I don't know why I won't be able to see my missed son so much.

"If you don't mind me asking, can I ask you a translation?

"Oh, I don't mind."

When Mira asked, Ashley nodded without hesitation. And gently let go of Lene, who was holding him, and put his hands on that head with a pound.

"Lene is half spirits and elves."

"Ho...... Oh, I see."

Mira tells Lene to do her gaze. Then, realizing that gaze, Lene spread her hands and smiled cheerfully when she told her to jump into her chest.

Apparently, he doesn't care enough about the circumstances he's going to talk about. Confirming that, Mira returns her gaze to Ashley. Lene dropped her hands quietly.

"I don't know if I've heard of it, but anyone born halfway with the Spirit has special skills. And Lene was born with the skill to attract powerful spirits. Naturally, Chimera was trying to use that skill, and that's when we were protected by the Fifty Bells League, and we're here now."

To say that much, Ashley looks around at the capital throughout the lake, the home of the Fifty Bells League, and then laughs bitterly at his ineffectiveness for failing to protect his beloved.

"But it's like they haven't given up on Lene. An immediate surveillance net was laid. I don't know where those eyes are shining, so if they get out poorly and see me seeing my son, or suppose I'm Lene's kid, I'm sure they'll try to get their hands on my son and make him listen to what Lene has to say. So we shouldn't make any contact until this battle is over..."

Ashley also said that it seemed painful not to see her son again, and that she had no idea what Lene was doing, and put her hands gently on Mira's head.

As Ashley said, children born between spirits and people can have some specificity. Among other things, Lene's skills can be expected to have an immeasurable effect on the achievement of her goals if she looks at them from a chimeric closen. That's why Lene was obsessively targeted. There were dozens of raids on the way to headquarters. For this reason, it is not possible to bring out children along the way, and furthermore, there is no reason to make the relationship known to chimera closen with fine dust.

Understanding the circumstances, Mira silently offered her head to Lene, who was clouding her smile.

"Oh, isn't it Ashley and Lene? And your daughter, too."

Aaron, who visited the commercial compartment to buy it out, speaks to three people who also look like close parents and children from a distance. Ashley and Lene replied with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Aaron," as Aaron and I looked familiar.

"Apparently, your wife had another seizure."

Aaron glances at Mira, who is too caressed to mess with her hair, and throws her gaze at Ashley with a serious look on her face. Lene's behavior, such as chasing the young spirits with her eyes and bumping them or embracing them when she sees a child, seems to be well known here.

When he saw Mira, who could be said to be a good person, Aaron said she was a bad person.

"But it's been a while. Important tasks are about to begin. Things should move a lot. The settlement will also be close. I'm sure you'll see your kids soon."

Aaron continues his words so forcefully. Ashley and Lene looked at each other as surprised and then asked back, "Is it true!?" with a voice full of expectations.

"Oh, it's true. A very powerful helper came. Have you heard who this young lady is?

"Speaking of which, I hadn't even heard his name yet"

Ashley said as she remembered, staring straight at the silver-haired girl, and Lene also sent another hot glance. Mira replied that when they received such attention, she made a dignified voice with her fingertips at the tip of her jaw, turning her chest against her chest.

"There would have been talk recently of catching a constituent of the chimera. They say it's this young lady's handle. Besides, she's a powerful man that a quail lady admits. What do you say, comforting?

Having said that, Aaron laughed a little happily as he raised the end of his mouth. I usually don't laugh too much and smile at Aaron's rare expression, which remains quiet as an eagle, as if Ashley and Lene could also follow.

"Was it? That's reliable!

Ashley opened her eyes truly round as she marveled, and at the same time rejoiced. Kagra, a quail, reigns as commander-in-chief of the Fifty Bells League. Its strength was that of awe for everyone gathered beneath it, and that of awe. Therefore, the judgment criteria are high, and when it comes to those recognised by the quail that Ashley knows, they are an even higher handful among A-rank adventurers and those comparable to them.

Seriously staring at the silver-haired girl dressed in cute clothes before looking up at the lake shaking sky, Ashley laughed at the vastness of the world and leaked a small sigh.

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"I'll take care of it. I promise. If I let it settle soon. So just a little more patience."

Mira still doesn't understand how hard it is for parents not to see their children. But I know how painful the spiciness of a child who can't see his parents is. Mira couldn't help but say so, even though she realized it was a problem she couldn't afford.

"You'll see me soon. Already..."

Lene, staring at Mira, shrugs and closes her lid as if to relieve any cloudless grand girl. And I held my hands over my chest as if to protect something important. Ashley thanked Mira and Aaron for nodding silently and small as she placed her hands gently on Lene's shoulder like that.

"Bye. Wait for the good news."

Aaron says so, glancing at the overlapping couple, then leaving for the commercial compartment to get ready for tomorrow. And his glance, which gave him a glimpse, was as sharp as a blade, and it was full of kindness, and it was as bright as a sword.

"Well, that's the thing. You must do what you can with your Lord."

I perceive the feelings of two people who are unable to move from their home base and feel something terrible, and then I say yes, and then Mira goes home again.

Not only Lene, but Ashley is also known for her face by Chimera Clozen again, so she can't take part in an outside operation if she wishes. The two dropped off to pray Mira's back, which looked dignified and reliable.

On the way home, Mira was walking down the boulevard with Ashley and Lene's face in mind as the street lights began to light.

(…… is now Ashley and Lene. I wonder if we've met somewhere.)

Yes, it only slightly contradicts the memorable name, but in the end, I couldn't remember it.

Mira, who had mainly finished buying food, returned to the inner back, as Kagra told her, and was led through to the back seat by a woman. It was the private room of the Commander-in-Chief of the Fifty Bells League, and there was a simple dress cagra unlike when we first met.

"Somehow, you're as good as ever."

Mira, who saw Kagra, said that at the very beginning of the opening.

"'Cause it's the calmest thing you can do"

Kagra, wearing a red jersey, takes his eyes off the paperwork at hand and sends a glimpse to Mira.

"So, are you ready?

"Just the same."

"Yes."

Kagra stands up when he answers briefly, taking one from the pile of futons in the corner of the room and placing it beside the seating table.

"I want you to tell me about your grandfather."

Back at his original place, Kagra said with a curiosity-driven, kid-like face.

"I just wanted to ask you a lot, too."

Mira was thinking the same thing again. I wonder how Kagra has lived in this world. Just where she wants to be, Mira sits somewhere in her seat and faces Kagra.

Then they talked a lot about their experiences in this world.

It's the first time in a month for Mira and the first time in over a decade for Kagra to thrive. Knowing how the Fifty Bells League was founded, Mira also attached a promise to return to the Kingdom of Alkite as the Nine Wise Men once the matter of Chimera Clozen had been resolved. Kagra had also pledged Mira's help until she reached her goal.

Then the story gradually turned into a chat, when Kagra ate at Luna, the pure rabbit who took her back to the tower, and the lady came to tell her that the Yukan was ready.

"Well, you're coming. I'll let you know more about Luna later."

After I said that, Kagra headed for the bath the most. When the door closes, there is deep silence between the slabs.

Mira looked indoors again wondering what was going on. In the center there is a round seating table and a number of documents are stacked. From the ceiling above it hangs a kasa-shaped lamp, illuminating the interior brightly. There was a moat in the corner of the room, planted with thin misty grass that spewed out mist in the light.

It's a lovely room.

Mira, who has seen Kagra's reality room, looks at the misty grass that continues to spew out mist with such an impression. And then the other night came to mind.

(At the corner. Shall I do the array before I take a bath?)

Mira, who stood up immediately in remembrance, leaves Kagra's private room behind.

Mira arrived in the courtyard where she had a mock battle with Sasori, even though she was slightly lost on the road. A light leaking from a lantern illuminating the corridor is slightly stained by the darkness of the night lurking in the courtyard over the hedge.

Then there, a sphere of light appeared and swept away the darkness around him. Mira's intangible lighting.

Standing on the loess ground, taking a breath before standing, Mira began her audition in earnest.

A visiting sasori turns up trying to check the unnaturally bright courtyard for how long it would have been since Mira began her archery. And there, we witness Mira jumping with residual silver light with a body contour that I don't think is a magician.

(Is that Mira? Is that move some kind of martial arts? Similar to the Baha 'is...)

If you think you are iterating a determined form of martial arts, in between you weave summons and fairy arts, Mira goes on an unexpected branch of attack.

"You can move like that, too. Is that what this is all about?

The intrigued sasori turned a nasty eye and inquired, landing without even footsteps as he gently jumped over the hedge surrounding the courtyard.

"Well yeah. I forgot my name."

Mira answers with admiration to the sasori who let her cross the hedge without sound, like a cat. Sasori unfortunately dropped her shoulder.

"That, too, was taught by the sage Dumbleff?

"Hmm, I wonder if it will."

In fact, it is taught by Maylin, the wise man of immortality. Mira's reply made her teeth cut slightly worse, but Sasori didn't look like she cared otherwise, on the contrary, she looked straight at Mira with her sincerely happy eyes.

"By the way, don't you want someone to practice with? Physical surgery will help you get along."

Sasori says so, instead of a prep movement, he makes a cursive turn around, takes a moderate amount of time as it is and lands it. The sasori leap, which has a small preliminary motion and then rises high, was supported by a definite ankle. And Mira understands that strength well enough. Sasori bumped into Dark Knight from the front, an arm that defeated a dozen bodies. If it is simply physical surgery, it is the opponent who may be superior to Mira.

"Hmm..."

Mira says, hoisting the end of her mouth as she prepares to breathe opposite the razor from the front.

"Well, let's borrow your chest."

In the words of consent, Sasori let her expression shine and threw down the dark vessel that had been planted here and there in her body on the ground.

"That's my word."

That's how the two of you begin your archery. Mira did not use surgery, and Sasori did not use weapons and moves, which were purely physical bumps.

The archery lasted until the lady came to call Yukan empty. The two, who had lost sight of the end of the archery, collapse instantly when they hear the voices of their women. Mira sits in looking up to heaven with her hair messed up and wipes her sleeves of sweat that keeps flowing down her forehead and cheeks. The sasori looked at the Shizuku staining the ground, breathing heavily with her shoulders in a bending position, not concerned with the sweat that transmitted her entire body.

Then Mira asked the lady to show her to Yukan. The razor is also naturally followed by a face.

The Yukan, built on the inner back, was all stone built on the interior, as if it were a cave. The hot tub with plenty of water is huge and the ten will be soaked with ease.

Even though drip dew falling from the boneless ceiling spreads ripples into the hot tub, its sound dissolves and disappears in the sound of water flowing down like a waterfall. The moist, wet air filled the water hall, which sounded comfortable and wrapped her body like a soft silk coat.

(Hmm, not a tight, good body!)

Though his vision was slightly white and blurred with hot air, Mira nevertheless clearly captured the irregularities in the body of the sasori and nodded satisfactorily.

The two immersed in a hot tub exchange opinions hotter than that or this about each other's habits and traits noticed during the audition.

The content of the speech echoed in the enchanting space where everyone was exposed as it were, the bathroom was hot and bitter without any colour.

The two exchanges of views were incandescent and then close the curtain with a belly sound complaining of a hunger that echoed neither. Then he exchanged greetings again with tomorrow, and Sasori went back to his own room in and out of Ouch.

Mira said that she was in front of Kagra's private room in the yukata she had prepared and could be taken all over the woman. When the woman opens the door, she releases the smell of leaping the belly worm from the indoor. The seating table was lined with delicious and colorful dishes.

"Come on, come on"

Kagra in a jersey sitting across the street invites him to hurry. Kagra also remained hungry again as she waited for Mira to get out of the bath.

"This is a luxury again."

In front of the treat. Mira lets her voice play, she sits in an empty duvet in a delicate motion like a cat, staring at Kagra, the lord of the room.

Kagra welcomed a nostalgic friend she had long seen, even though she had changed her appearance.

Dinner started with a toast to celebrate the reunion.

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