She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN) - Chapter 116

Hundred fifteen

"Ho, can you even do that? That's a great idea."

Having heard the explanation, Mira agrees with the proposal, admiring the multitude of sasoris.

Capturing a woman was decided on this occasion with high certainty. What Sasori suggested was after that.

I guess that's another skill as a secret. If Sasori did a good job, she wouldn't have been noticed abducting women, and it was an operation that didn't have to plant extra vigilance in the Melville Chamber of Commerce.

If you decide how to do that, you act fast. The two leave the room quickly and head straight to the fourth floor with care.

In the room, a woman was still fishing in the coffin. But there is something slightly different from what I saw earlier. It's a swollen black bag next to a woman. Apparently, they're transferring what's in the coffin to that bag.

After a slight peek at their faces from the entrance to grasp their condition, the two nod at each other small. And with that signaled, Sasori lit the medicine ball, releasing it gently to roll.



The medicine balls stopped just fine at the woman's feet and began to lift the white smoke loose. Having confirmed that, Mira and Sasori step back with the entrance to the room in sight. Because when we are nearby, we may catch smoke and fall asleep.

"So, what happened?



After watching for about five minutes, Mira opens her mouth. Because it was surprisingly quiet. For the past five minutes, there has been no minimum conceivable reaction to smoke noticing a woman popping up, such as the sound of eliminating the drug balls of the culprit.

"The medicine balls must have burned out by now."

Medicines are powerful. I've noticed and dealt with it, and a coma would be inevitable. Even more suddenly, smoke springs from your feet, which doesn't mean it's odorless, so it should be easy to notice a change. So even the amateur reacted with some noise and caution, but I couldn't feel any signs of upset from inside the room.

The opponent is a chimeric closen executive and thinker. It was also conceived that Mira and the others were quickly noticed breaking in and waiting for her to breathe.

They don't want it to be a glimmer. Having so concluded and raised their vigilance, the two slowly approach each other as they develop a combat posture.

Then, once stopped by the entrance, Mira and Sasori entered the room at once at the right time.

Mira defines the basis for the summons immediately. Sasori also pulls out his dagger again and sets his posture low. But the next moment,

"... I don't feel comfortable..."

And Mira smiled bitterly with her mouth so. The woman fell asleep beside the coffin in a position that caught her on the edge when she first checked.

A woman who looks asleep and salivated and openly asleep looking easy and pleasant.

But maybe it's a raccoon sleeping maneuver to get caught off guard. Assuming so, Sasori approached quietly from behind with caution, pushing the woman's body into a breath and attempting to dominate.

There was no resistance at all.

By the way, the woman who rolled on the floor didn't make it slight even when she was held down hard. Even if she pokes and squeaks and makes sure, she has no reaction to the woman, and Sasori diagnoses the medicine as completely spinning.

"Here we go, secret!

The secret sleeping pills transmitted inside don't even seem to allow a moment of resistance. It was a slightly confused sasori as to whether it had worked so far surface, but I smiled and stretched my chest. I put him to sleep with sleeping pills. That this result is everything.

Mira and Sasori, who have thus succeeded in rendering their enemies powerless, quickly and exclusively get to work.

(Oh, isn't that quite enough!)

When the mask was first removed and the woman's face was exposed, Mira exalted slightly to its neat prominence.

"You're kind of a disgusting face instead of an executive."

The sawdust pounds and mouths as she peeks into the woman's face. In the eyes of Sasori, the same surname, he seemed to have a very mediocre face.

Surely the woman would not be the beauty everyone looks back at. Not if you ask me if I care, but the simple charm was there. Purple short hair seems well maintained and lustrous, giving you a sense of clarity and intelligence. Then the unprotected sleeping face, drooling of covetousness, was filled with adoration like a girl. It can be called the type of man who takes it.

The two men, who confirmed their faces, then relentlessly stripped the woman of her figure.

Mira can take off her shoes with a suspicious grin if Sasori takes off her coat of spiritual weapons.

If the sasori strips off her jacket, Mira deepens her grin and lowers the slack on the woman.

That's how he left only his underwear and naked the woman, and then Sasori took out the cloth wrapped like a bandage from the small storage. Its cloth, which is surprisingly depicted with spell-like letters and characters, is a restraint named a captive cloth. Whoever is now tied or wrapped up will be sealed fifty percent of his abilities, losing his resistance. It's like police handcuffs, and most people who fall into security or something are in possession.

However, the captive cloth handled by the Fifty Bells League was reinforced by Kagra the Nine Sages, a good yin and yang technique. Its performance has been raised to 90%, and if it is now captured, it will not be possible to escape first.

"Then I'm going to tie you up, Mira, lift you to your feet"

"Um, okay!

Sasori gave instructions or no. Mira replied to the eating mood and lifted the woman's legs so that she could hold them. And enjoy the warmth of soft skin carefully with their hands, making it nice for them to be asleep. It's the behavior of a complete moron, a pervert-like.

But no one cares about Mira's heart like that. Even if you look at the current tight face, it will be very difficult to see inside Mira, the beautiful girl who jumped through. Except those who know who they are.

Naturally, Sasori said, "Keep it in that position," and tied up the woman's legs without any suspicion of fine dust on Mira's behavior.

"Yes, I could. Next, I'll tie my hands behind my back."

"Um, okay!

Mira replied cheerfully, gently lowering the woman's legs and moving to her upper body side, holding her from the front to her chest across the woman and lifting her body to wake up.

"Uh, well, I'm gonna tie you up, so stay put for a little while."

"Um, I'll take care of it!

Sasori quickly wraps a cloth around both hands of the woman, drawing on Mira's willingness to hold her hard, even though she was glad she just flipped over to the depression. In the meantime, Mira was savoring warmth all over her body.

There was also the good handling of the sasori, which took no more than a few minutes to work on the captivity, and finally the female restraint was completed by biting the ape.

Mira looks at it from a step-by-step position.

Little stands out, but its limbs were feminine rounded. And the woman has her hands and legs tied up while still in her skin tone conspicuous underwear. Extremely a monkey in the mouth.

Isn't it really a criminal sight?

(This is what happens when you join a chimera or something!)

Mira insisted on legitimacy in her mind when she stared at it to observe it carefully.

"Well, shall we stick to the plan?"

After inspecting the neighborhood for looseness in the restraint, Sasori completes the confirmation, saying so, this time he starts to undress himself.

"Bye, Mira. This, please."

Sasori, who exposed herself to underwear in front of Mira, offered her all the clothes she had taken off.

"Uhm, let's just keep it!

Mira replies forcefully and receives her still warm freshly stripped clothes. And I carefully put the razor in my sight picking up the clothes stripped from the woman.

Sasori's underwear is a short black leggings and this is another short black tank top. None of the elements, such as colour, were present in itself, but combined with a reasonably tight body of sasori, it had made its healthy flesh more prominent for a simple minute, producing one finished colour.

This is great again. Mira holds her sasori clothes in the item box, staring slightly at her uncluttered face as she feels that way in her sasori underwear.

While doing so, the sasori slipped her sleeves through the woman's clothes without noticing Mira's gaze of grandeur.

"Oh, oh, uh, uh. Don't be a sawdust."

When Sasori finished dressing all over her body, she began vocalizing practice this time. The voice changes word for word, and a little becomes someone else's. The voice belongs to a woman sleeping in front of her.

Sasori, who remembered the groaning of a woman who was zero in stupidity, reproduced it brilliantly.

That's a brilliant stunt.

Mira sincerely admired the thief's moves as if they were in a creative tale.

"I've been learning things since I was a kid."

Did Mira compliment you and make you feel better, Sasori makes you play your voice while wearing a finishing mask so well. It was no longer beyond the realm of monogamy, but it seemed to me that there was no other love for Sasori, who had been training since the beginning of her tenacity.

The maneuver the two of them thought of was that Sasori would go outside pretending to be a woman. By doing so, the guards at the entrance recognize that the executive woman has returned. You'll testify like that when you find out he's gone. This allows us to hide the truth that he was abducted on the premises of the Melville Chamber of Commerce. You don't have to be extra vigilant.

Fortunately, the woman wore a mask to hide her face, and her face could be deluded by any number. My back length is just as good and I can make my voice look alike. That's why Sasori proposed this operation.

We can definitely capture executives in this perfect setting, yet blur their purpose. If Mira had come alone, this wouldn't have worked.

"Ah, Mira. Look at this."

Is it a work tool, Sasori, who was packing the woman's belongings, invites her to look into the coffin with her eyes open.

"No, what's wrong?

Walked over as she was told, Mira dropped her gaze in the coffin. There lay something wrapped in a thin dirty cloth in the blurt.

I don't see what's wrapped up. But just looking at it would give you a general prediction. An object wrapped in a cloth and placed in a coffin.

Yes, it's a mummy. And that wasn't just a mummy. Perhaps by a woman's hand, some of the cloth was peeled off, and from there was a peek of a black foggy arm.

"This fog... if"

Surprised Mira reaches out and grabs the cloth that hits the mummy's head and removes it in large measure. The cloth was dyed black enough to be inside. And shortly after Mira stripped the last one.

Something black erupted at once as the face of the wreck was dewy.

With a small scream of "hiss" at the momentum that broke through the tension, Sasori jumped back to the wall. Mira, who was trembling her shoulders next to her, threw a cloth at her, although she did not even speak, stiff on the spot. For what I was focused on, the surprise seemed to be overwhelming.

That black fog just erupted and nothing else, just disappeared to melt when it crashed into the ceiling.

"Surprised."

"Not at all. It's bad for the heart."

Reworked his mind, Sasori says so with a laugh and walks up to near the coffin. Speaking of which, Mira was pointing her lips and staring at the face of the dewy wreck.

The face had little skin left, albeit mummy. It was almost the skull behind the cloth.

But not at all like a normal skull. That was black as darkness. And the fog that erupted disappeared, but the skull remains wrapped in a creepy black fog. And what was more distinctive were the two horns that grew on the forehead.

"Could this be"

A skull in the shape of a person, but with features that clearly do not belong to a person. Sasori breathes before that trait, which he just found out the other day.

"Is it still true? Then there is no way that all of this..."

The suspicions that have surfaced become true. Mira took her gaze off the wreckage in front of her and pointed straight at the surrounding hole, overlooking the coffin housed there.

Black fog of curse, and a wreck with two horns. It is rightly the appearance of the ghost itself.

Mira takes Sasori's hand and examines some of the other coffins. As a result, the remains of ghosts had been laid in every coffin.

"I see. You used this to fight against spirits."

Mira nodded as she was sure and convinced of it as she moved her eyes from the coffin to the bag placed at her feet. The bag was filled with shards called black fog stones in the store, ghost bones.

This catacomb was a haunted burial ground. Here lies the wreckage of a ghost, a great source of curses that devour the Spirit. Because of this massive amount of spells, Chimera Clozen was able to overwhelm its opponent with the powerful power of the Spirit.

And from the armament that the executive man who fought in the ancient ring gate had, I can predict that research to use these should also be well advanced.

Mira and the others put the stripped cloth back on the wreckage and closed the coffin, bringing them all back to their original positions. And make sure you don't forget anything. Evidence in case anyone finds out about the abduction.

(I can't leave this curse behind, but I can't help it now.)

After his last inspection, Mira looks around at the coffin there and thinks so.

With the protection of the Spirit King, he could curse the ghost if he brought out the true power of Sanctia, so Mira tried everything with a holy sword that she was unfamiliar with in her free time. But still, I haven't grasped that feeling.

But you can take that for granted. The Spirit King is beyond human knowledge. And Sanctia is also a daughter of beings beyond people's knowledge, because the situation that we have just signed is not even far from normal power, rather than true power.

(Sooner or later, let's keep our promises)

Not now, but someday. Mira grinned thinly, swearing by the power of the Spirit King that dwelt in her midst.