Chapter 9: 9 8 Mira and the Sage Room

Eight.

Summoning Tower Top Floor. Each hallway with the same construction as the magic tower is arranged in the same room, and Mira heads in front of the private room without getting lost.

The corridor with the red carpet is decorated with black armor resembling dark knights. It is a gift in recognition of the achievements of the war I participated in when I was in Dumblrf. But the mood was very bitter because it was given two names at the same time, but few knew it.

And there's a private room door in the form of a sandwich between these two armors. It's been thirty years, so when he alternates his armor, Mira reaches for the heavy black door in front of him.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Stop the reminder. Mira removes the tower key (master key) from the item box and puts it on the door, thinking she is unfamiliar with it. Then the sound of the chili and the key coming off sounded small, as if to rejoice in the return of the Lord from around the door knob.

Mira feels uncomfortable walking into a private room, turning a slightly lit door knob on her body.

First, when you take off the boots you were wearing when entering the room, there is no waste bin like the front door, so roll them appropriately. I never took off my shoes in the game, but now that I'm realistic, it was cramped and restless to keep my shoes on indoors.

Proceeding to the barefoot and familiar structure indoors, you will see a rug made of the fur of the Warcraft King Granka Ex, which occupies 80% of the floor. The golden fur is soft but very sturdy enough not to scratch a scratch. This delicacy was once a festival called the King of Warcraft Crusade Tour for all the elders of the Silver Tower, when the craftsmen processed the fur of the Granka Ex, which was part of the Dumbluff.

When it comes to Warcraft Class materials, it's a luxury enough material to make the finest equipment, but Dumbleffe has asked me to make it a rug, etc., and more than a dozen times the top leather craftsmen have said, "Are you sure?" As much as I asked, it was a waste of fur to make it just a rug.

In a way, memorabilia lie on the ground as if they were an indication of obedience. All the other trinkets I collected during Dumblrf are familiar.

However, the places where they were kept were slightly different.

"Is this Mariana?"

Mira has only one idea of who created this cause of discomfort. That's Elder from the Summoning Tower, an aide with Dumblrf.

That's also a simple story, only two people can get into this private room. Elder himself with a tower key (master key) or his aide. Whoever was the Lord of this room was absent for thirty years. Mira expected that the rest would have been cleaned as usual by one person, Mariana, an aide.

That's what Mira knew about Mariana. She was a non-player character. Storage with many in the room. When I return from the hunt, I pack the loot in one of them properly, and the next time I log in, it is sorted into each storage for each type of item, and even if I scatter the room, it is cleaned up the next day.

I've never cleaned up a Dumblrf since I became an Elder. Take care of the love comedy childhood heroine for , and that's Mariana.

Mariana moves the placement of small items that are the cause of discomfort every month, so this is not the only time. We were talking about the type of confinement to fortune teller, feng shui, etc., so we let it go.

And Mira's prediction, it was a hit. Every day for thirty years, Mariana, an aide to Dumbleph, has believed that the Lord will return one day, indispensable for cleaning the room and taking care of the trinkets.

Mira cared a little about Mariana, even if she didn't weigh in, wondering if she could have done this for thirty years.

But also tomorrow, I go through my memories in search of a bed to rest my body complaining of considerable fatigue. When I was playing as a game, I just needed to log out and sleep in my futon when I got sleepy, but things are different now. I can't log out, so I have to sleep like this, but the problem is I've never used the bedroom, so I don't remember where it is.

Mira confirms the door from one end, knowing only the obvious that it should have been one of several rooms in the private room.

The first room is the collection room. Rare wonders gathered around the world are lined up in shifts.

The second room is the refinery. Wisdom and materials abound about the refining technology developed by Dumbleff. But if you try Mira, it's just a working room.

The third room is storage. Weapons, protective equipment, experimentally created refinements, etc. are neatly arranged. Anyone who knows the character of Dumblrf, who leaves the item in place, will find this room unpleasant because he wants Mariana.

And the fourth room was a toilet. At the same time, Mira, reminded that she hasn't added anything to this world since she arrived, is stiff to the feeling of a familiar physiological phenomenon that comes up from her lower abdomen.

I didn't forget. I just wanted to forget. The signs have been coming from before we arrived in Silverhorn.

But Mira really didn't want to admit it. Because I am aware that I can no longer go back if I sole myself with the body of such a girl.

But if you put up with it, it's not a problem. The more I do, the worse it is for my health. In fact, all the equipment that has been examined by all the preparations to carry out the sole seems to be advising us that we should not think about it, so that it will float like the Dead Sea, and that the limits are close. Yu, yachainayo.

Mira closes the bathroom door ready. After a while, the sound of the water flow sounded small.

(Luminaria laughs at me.)

When she thinks of the look on her face at that time and smiles bitterly, Mira looks back into the bathroom and unconsciously puts her hand on her abdomen.

"Well, this isn't normal. Until I did what I had to do."

Mira whines to tell herself so, not to anyone.

For the first time, Mira's expression through the harshest of harshness was clear by the time she was clean.

There was some evil sentiment that this was it, but it's a spiritually energetic healthy body in the first place. I can't help it. I honestly don't doubt I've learned a little excitement, so I reopen it to be grand and justify myself.

Then Mira, in good shape, took off all her gear in the next fifth room, the bathroom, and when she was naked, she finished bathing as she was.

(Long hair won't take long)

I feel a little tired and relieved of drowsiness after taking a bath of water, while wiping the water from my hair that shines silver naked with a towel.

When I hung the towel in place, I opened the item box with its little ass straight down on the leather sofa. To make sure it's not even in the room.

After going up from the bath, dirt such as blood, dirt, etc. on the robe comes to my attention. Mira had no cleanliness, and she didn't feel comfortable bathing in boulders and wearing those robes without washing.

Looking at the list, one icon catches my eye.

That's a quest reward called "Heavenly Feather".

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This item is a special gear item that you can get when you complete Legend of the Heavenly Woman, a Quest for Immortals. The effect is that you can enhance the dedicated skills of the Immortalist, but the graphics were too good for Dumbleffe, so it's a substitute for what you had in store.

I was also considerably constrained by the appearance of my gear in the days of Dumblrf. A majestic wizard appearance first and foremost over performance. Because it was a creed, I didn't feel like equipping it no matter how well it performed.

But now Mira wonders. It's a seamless, authentic, seamless garment. Imagine being haunted that there may be no discomfort in what she is now as a girl.

As I recall but only on auspicious days, Mira weaves it with her heavenly coat removed from the item box.

At first glance, the coat is shaped like a large baby doll. The hem is all the way around Mira's calf, the sleeves are about halfway between the arms, and the fabric that reflects light in a light peach color is an irresistible touch, a dish that is not ashamed of the name of Heavenly Woman. Therefore, it would be a pretty resistant piece of equipment for a man avatar as well as a Dumblrf.

"Hmm, this is pretty good"

The windows that isolate the indoors from the outside dominated by the darkness of the night show the light to an extent that is not clear but no problem if you confirm your appearance. Mira replaced the window with a mirror and smiled as if she had fallen in love with her eyes at the girl with only her clothes around her bare skin. That's a grin that includes a bit of inferiority, but would Mira's appearance be the closest expression to being a little devilish? It stays with such looks as an unspeakable grin.

Mira then searches the room without neighborhood to find the bedroom that was her original purpose. When you pull some robes out of the warehouse apart from that, you throw them on the couch unwrought as a change of clothes.

It was used during the Dumblefs, and the robes, which are decorative, colorful, dignified and luxurious, were specially kept as favorites.

I wondered what was wrong with the laundry, but if Mariana was here, I decided to leave it undressed and scattered as usual.

Mira leaned over at the window and looked at the street lights under her eyes that lit up in the distance, making one small stretch. Then when I put my hands on my hips and gently stretched out, I felt my eyelids get heavier and check the time from the menu.

The time is past 10 pm. Normally, that little body had accumulated definite fatigue for as long as it continued to walk in the woods, although this was the time from now on the full start. The drowsiness caused by bathing is also temporary, and Mira wipes her eyes with the back of her hand with a second extension when she flutters open her little mouth.

Nonetheless, the purpose of Mira being here now is not just to come and see what's going on with the base. I'm here to see Luminaria, one of the players who would be in the same situation. But the person was taught by Ritalia that she had to go home tomorrow.

Having concluded that there was little that could be done in the current situation, Mira went to her bedroom and fell into bed so that she could be sucked. Its gentle rebellion gently pushed the little body of the girl back, and the bed, organized daily by Mariana's hand, was also the very heart that could wait for the Lord.

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Lunatic Lake, capital of the Kingdom of Alkite. Near the inner center bordering the Great Lake in the shape of the Three Suns and Moons, is the Alkaite Castle, where the King lives.

Solomon, the king, puts his whole body behind a leather chair when he finishes cleaning up the day's work, kicking abominably at the desk with the paperwork that ended all the processing. Then, in recoil, the wheel attached to the chair's leg carried Solomon to the window with a crisp and light noise.

At the source of the magical light, Solomon stares into the hollow by touching the silver bracelet nestled in his left arm with his fingertips.

The screens shown in spaces that only the owner can see are lined with color-coded characters in white and ash.

"Dumblrf......"

That's the screen Solomon checks every day. And there was Dumblrf's name floating white.

Solomon turned his chair as he raised his face and turned his eyes to the night when darkness and silence reigned through the window just behind him. On the other side of the mountain, far and thin, lies the celestial city of Silverhorn. It's the city of the country's heroes. As Solomon encounters and misses the past in that city floating behind his brain, the sound of a modest knock on the door draws Solomon back to consciousness.

"Get in."

I beg your pardon.

The man who opened the door and thanked him is one of the preachers of the Alkaite kingdom. Stepping indoors, the man had a piece of paper in his hand.

When Solomon urges him to continue only with his expression, the commander's man spreads the paper in his hand and reads out its contents.

"I will report to you. This is a regular report from Lady Glaia of the Magic Knights." Found a Hobgoblin fort near the border, with about three hundred enemy forces. With the help of an adventurer girl, this has been swept and is currently returning. When he visits, he hopes to be rewarded accordingly. The adventurer's name is Mira. "A beautiful girl with long silver hair."

Solomon, who receives the report, frowns to such an extent that the commanding officer does not know. That's quite a size when it comes to Hobgoblin's army of three hundred. No matter how elite the Magic Knights are, there are fifty or so people who have sent them, and the danger may not be dispelled. If the captain is Graia, he will always wait for reinforcements. But without doing so, with the help of the adventurer, the question arose as to the imposition of the crusade.

But Solomon is convinced that there must be a reason for this. Glaia is that much of a trustworthy man.

Did Solomon think there was a reason why he had to be forced, or was there something in that adventurer that he helped? But now, from what I've thought, it doesn't make sense. When I give up one exhale and think, I see the commander with the report in my hand.

"Do you still have something?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, talk."

"Master Ritalia, assistant magic tower of Silverhorn, has contacted us by magical communication. A girl named Mira, who named Dumbleffe's apprentice, appeared in our district."

"His apprentice..."

Solomon drops his gaze on the screen of his bracelet. The name of Dumblrf is displayed there. And for thirty years until yesterday, this name kept showing up in gray.

A girl named after a former hero and best friend who turned white and named his disciple. And an adventurer who swept the hobgoblins with the Magic Knights. Both of them are named Mira.

"What a coincidence this is again."

In Solomon's eyes, the colours exhausted by the clerical work he had just done can neither disappear nor disappear, lighting a delightful glow strong enough to take his place.

"Get your hands on Silverhorn as soon as you can. Tell him to welcome the adventurer Mira politely. I'll take care of the candidates."

"Yes, I did. immediately."

When I fold up the report, I give a bow of grace and look away from the commander who leaves the room. Solomon once again looks away from the window towards the city with the tower.

In contrast to the mountains that kept pitch black as if absorbing the moonlight, the lake, a symbol of Lunatic Lake, shined in foam around the castle as it glowed through the moonlight.

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