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Hundred and five.

St. Polly Trading Countries. St. Polly, its capital and only city. So Mila and Aaron, who revealed the night, rolled out to the city as soon as they had breakfast and were on their way to Gregor's workshop.

Because the sword that the executives of Chimera Clozen had was the Jazz of that workshop, Gregor, to ask for details.



The location of the workshop seems to have been visited several times and Aaron knows it. So while Mira left the directions to follow Aaron's back, she was still looking around the surrounding streets as curiosity demanded. I am in a positive state.

"Mira's lady. It's gonna get out of the way."

Aaron, stopping and looking back, beware so much of Mira peeking into the show window.

Even in the morning, no, it was only in the morning that the capitals of the trading countries were very busy, lively and full of life. So if you leave, you won't be able to see people grabbing you in no time.


So Aaron was looking back several times like this, but if he noticed it while walking, the distance was away. Even if Aaron matches his stride to Mira. And Mira said, "Oh, I'm sorry," but I can't see how she reflected.




"You're going to be really off the hook in there. Can you hold hands for anything?

For Christ's sake. To Mira rushing over, Aaron offered her right hand and hoisted up the end of her mouth a little.

"Ugh... It's okay. It's okay now."

Hold hands so you don't get lost. I trembled that I couldn't stand it alone, and it was Mira sticking to Aaron's back perfectly.

The workshop is said to be all the way behind the city, by the sea. Beautifully zoned paths are easy to understand, and if you continue along the tall streets, the iron fence hits a cliff that runs all the way across a row.


Beyond the iron fence, there was another face of the city of St. Polly.

The westernmost tip of the continent. The coastline with St. Polly is originally a cliff three hundred meters high. But now, in front of Mira, there was an obviously artificial riverside hill. Tidy in a staircase, there were more than ten steps lasting about twenty metres in height and depth. And everything in that step is filled with private houses and small stores.


The place I've been is a city to entertain adventurers and guests from outside. At the end of the fence was a city for the people who would root down on St. Polly.

"Whenever you see it, it's a spectacular view here."


Aaron, who hit the iron fence, turned right there and proceeded further along the fence with his face toward the sea.

"This is no good..."

Mira was breathtaking at the sight that spread there. Unlike the city behind it, which followed in a staircase shape, it had a very calm hue, and that was the city that could be described as an example of fantasy. Even the greenery dots the place, once supposed to be just a shoreline, by the way, with more color. The sight no longer looked miraculous if we tried to make it a Mira who knew what was going on at the time.

The bottom floor is particularly wide, with huge ports docked by numerous vessels, complete with countless warehouses and a large wholesale market.


If you look around, the two ends of the distant visible staircase city remained cliffs, with a beautiful cross section of the border. I can't imagine how it was tidied, it's just a stunning landscape, and I can even feel the margin that it can still be expanded.

If you continue along the path along the fence while reflecting such a city in the eye, you will eventually reach the stairs to get down to that city.

Down a beautifully tidied stone staircase, Mira looks up feeling like the air had changed as soon as possible. At the end of his gaze, only the blue sky and white clouds floated, and the bustling colored city was no longer visible.

A few steps down the stairwell with Aaron's guide, a little further, is Gregor's workshop. The famous mason's workshop, which is said to have nothing left to the right in the making of the Devil's Sword, was quite small compared to its visibility.

"I imagined it was about as big as a union, but it's a really tight place."

The sound of iron striking sounds, white smoke rises from the chimney, in front of a brick making workshop that is very different from the average home, Mira mouths what she thinks.

"Well, you do think so. But Gregor seems to have hundreds of these workshops all over the continent."

"Oh my God!"

According to Aaron's story, Gregor has workshops in many countries because of the wide variety of materials available for the creation of the Devil's Sword and, in some cases, only in some areas. In addition, they have apprentices for each workshop, and everywhere they are now chopped up by disciples who grew up fine. It seemed that many of the disciples were chosen to be hundreds of celebrities, and Gregor talked about his excellence as a mentor.

Such Gregor now seems to be waving his arms parallel to the guidance of his disciples based in this St. Polly.

"I want you to wear one."

With such a grunt, Aaron knocks on the door in anticipation between the sounds of striking iron.

"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?

When the door opened a few seconds later, a Galidian youth wearing a leather apron stained with coal showed his face. Aaron looked at the young man and then moved his gaze inside the workshop and said, "Do you have Gregor's husband?," he asks.

"Ah, excuse me. Master hasn't asked for a single item in a long time the other day. They're somewhere to work out their ideas."

This young man, apparently, is Gregor's apprentice. He says that the master, Gregor, only received a request to strike the sword from an acquaintance who was somewhat friendly, and if he did, it would already create a thoroughly detained bottle.

To do this, they will first go to a secret base somewhere and work out the sword concept until they are satisfied to become familiar with the hands of the client who will be the user.

When I asked where the secret base was, I was told that apparently none of my disciples knew that it was outside the city. It's just that it's not that far from the city, and it seems to be a great place to see. It seems that the disciples have not yet reached their frontiers, although it seems that nature can be perceived and imaged with their skin.

"I don't know when my master will be back."

The young man smiled bitterly, so tight. While Gregor was immersed in the request, the workshop would be spinning with his disciples, and he would not be able to receive guidance yet, so problems often arose. And he said it was unclear when he might return.

"Right, okay. Sorry to keep you busy."

"No, I'm sorry about this one"

When he lowered his head slightly with a dust, the young man returned to the workshop, and a little while later the sound of striking iron again began to ring.

"What a bad time..."

Since it is rare to take on a request for a single item, and I just received it the other day, I could imagine that Gregor, a detention disorder, would not return for the time being. Aaron laughs dry at the evil during the rest of that time.

"Well, if you're not there, you're gonna have to look."

"So is that. We still have work to do, so can we split it up?"

The purpose of coming to St. Polly is not just Gregor. In the first place, it is the first information obtained that the home of Chimera Clozen seems to be in this country.

Before I started my big search for my home base, I visited Gregor first with a clear location. That's where I am now.

But if you're not there, you have to look. Fortunately, there were hints of Gregor's whereabouts.

outside the city, but not so far from the city. And it's a beautiful place.

"Mira's daughter can fly in the sky with her summons, right? Then can I leave the search for Gregor's husband to you? My legs. Then the range is too wide."

Saying so, Aaron offers Mira a former spirit sword wrapped in cloth.

"Right. I'll take care of it."

Mira nodded and answered, turning the received sword into an item box, summoning Pegasus to jump on its back.

"Ho, is this Holy Beast Pegasus? I knew it."

Aaron mutters with pleasure at the sight of Mira's Pegasus, who is more splendid and prestigious than any individual he has ever seen. If Mira turned her chest against the words so well that she could say, "Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well," Pegasus sighed as she responded.

"Then I'll leave you to it. I'll just hit on people I know and sources."

"Um, I was entrusted. Good luck to you, too."

Mira flies into the sky after exchanging words like that. Using his mobility in summoning, he then begins a Gregor search around the city.

Aaron, admiring Pegasus, who quickly flew away, rolls out to the city to hear somewhat suspicious places from acquaintances and sources.

Thus, the investigation between the two began.

Overlooking the sky, the city of St. Polly was beautifully divided between a fantastically inhabited neighbourhood of Eastern European style stone wood and a commercial district with modern architecture and Rococo tones. And its scale is so large that it doesn't seem to be emerging, it extends far away. That was the capital of a historic power and a city so splendid that it was a short time as a country of twenty years.

Yes, so much so that I wonder how I can develop this much in people's hands.

Flying from the settlement, Mira was flying north over the commercial district, crossing the boundary between the two districts as it were. Under his eyes, there was a splendid line of five-story buildings with various small and medium-sized stores, and by the way, he could also see large shops and potentially restrained brick stores.

Commercial districts seem to be overflowing with people as well as things.

And there are many inns around them waiting for guests. From a good perspective, there was also the "Star Moon Villa" branch of the Japanese-style Western Inn where Mira had once stayed.

What the hell kind of thing sells it? Mira, who managed to indulge her curiosity and passed over the city to shake off her untrained skills, glances at where Gregor is likely to be and aims for a short-term showdown. In those eyes, there was still no colour to give up.

Mira uses her mobility to explore a wide range. Around small forests and green lakes in the wilderness. On a small high hill with a panoramic view of all directions or a cliff with a panoramic sea. I focused on finding places where such nature was likely to be felt on my skin.

It's been a few hours since I started looking for Gregor. The time is dusk when the evening is approaching, and the sun, dissolved on the sea horizon far west, seeps a slight sizzling colour into the sky that peeks into the darkness of the night. And the clouds there are dyed only on one side, illuminated by the dying sun of vanishing, tinted with cedar and ash.

The sky was as if it were St. Polly now. The streets of the commercial district increase in brilliance as the night approaches. In contrast, a private house with minimal street lights and small lights. The city, with its two extreme faces, is a strange place to see and find interesting.

Mira begins her final tour, overlooking such a city of St. Polly from above. Unlike a commercial district full of light even at night, there is no light source in the wilderness stained with night and darkness, and if there is light in it, it is likely at the hands of man. In other words, it was a patrol in the hope that Gregor was also doing it on fire.

But Mira's wishes are also vain and she cannot find the light floating in the wilderness, and Mira gives up and returns to the city under the starry sky.

With the downtown commercial district as brilliant as it was, Mira was in a deep rush to find out where the inn was checking in. Then a familiar design enters Mira's eyes.

That's an Adventurers General Union sign. Moreover, there, the marks of both the sorcerers' union and the warriors' union are drawn together. And the sign was on a large, white five-story building, with adventurers and thinkers in and out.

Seems to be thriving for a long time.

Looking at the situation like that, Mira comes to mind.

Gregor is said to have nothing left to the right in the making of the Devil's Sword. That's all celebrities would know adventurers. And if we'd met somewhere outside the city, we might remember. Even if it was to the wrong extent, the direction would be squeezed there.

Mira, who thought so, quickly ordered Pegasus to step down to the union's rooftop.



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