Inside the lake, home of the Fifty Bells Federation. From the hall behind it came out a girl, and a man with a white cloth fitted deep in his eyes. It is Mira and the quail. They were headed to a meeting area for adventurers working with the Federation to talk to one of their companions, the A-rank Adventurer. Because to enter the castle fortress of the balance, which is a dungeon, you need a permit that cannot be obtained unless it is above the A-rank.
Along the way, several residents were greeting the two. The quail was the commander-in-chief of the Fifty Bells League, and although its actions were not unnatural in themselves, the way it spoke was a lot easier. "Usume is still white today" or "This is Usume, and she's cute". The quail also waves back to it and exchanges a word or two before splitting.
The base is now home to adventurers, technicians, merchants and protected subjects working with members of the Fifty Bells Federation. The wrong opponents are collaborators, people who understand and lend a hand to the idea of quail and the purpose of the Federation. The quail treated such people not as commander-in-chief, but as one who worried about the Spirit. Therefore, there is no wall of difference of position, and we are together as companions.
As they exchanged greetings, the two arrived in front of the largest building in the left compartment towards the entrance to the main headquarters. If you see white walls on the roof of Biwa, and Zhu's pillars, and still look up at some architecture reminiscent of Heian Kyung, at the end of that gaze you will see a shivering glow on the water. Mira looked around in such a tourist mood.
"Oh, come on."
I guess it's also a hit on the A-rank Adventurer frame, the quail pushes open the doors of its buildings with willingness. Then the noisy hustle and bustle, which folded multiple times as soon as possible, erupted out of the gap like a breath. The building is a waiting area for collaborators and a tavern. In the sitting-style shop, which was a banquet hall with a step up, everyone was relaxed and bickering, sitting right on the tatami. Especially now, it seems to be boiling a lot about how good it has been lately.
"Oh, my quail sister. Is that your job?
The owner of the tavern and the man noticed the quail and asked without stopping from the cooking area by the entrance.
"Yes, this is an important mission."
Behind a thin, even transparent white cloth, the quail answers sharply in the eye, stopping at the steps in front of the seating area and waving his hands up to claim.
"Yes, Chiuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The quail struck his hand overhead and called towards the store. When I wondered if the hustle and bustle had stopped as if the waves would pull, countless gazes were now turned to strike over.
"Oh, it's time!
Out of the mess, someone's voice goes up just waiting. If you go on and some voices go on in similar content, wait for it to fit, then the quail tells you concisely.
"I'll recruit one A-rank. The avant-garde class is preferable."
The adventurers gathered there are accustomed to hearing or not, and those who did not fall under the conditions divulge the hustle and joke stupidity. From that, a few people who matched the conditions stepped forward lightly. Men and women, from the late twenties to about fifties, even when they were old. As a result, there were five men and three women.
Mira looks at the eight and leaks an exclamation: "Ho." If it is also an A-rank, it will be equivalent to Heinrich in the encounters. In fact, there would be a difference in proficiency, but still the minimum strength would be extrapolable. And Heinrich's strength as a criterion was certain enough. Even if that A-rank is limited to the avant-garde, the Eight are waiting. The strength of the Fifty Bells League can be asked.
"This mission is a castle fortress on the scale, has anyone been there?
The quail looks around the adventurer's face satisfactorily before saying.
"There is. About ten years ago."
One of the eight, a man with a sophisticated standing who decided to all-back romance grey, answered. The carved face of the age increases the depth of the man, whose body is no less than that of the magnificent men. Especially now he was dressed lightly, and over the years his refined flesh looked even more prominent.
(Stunning stuff...)
The old man doesn't get along with a different old gentleman at the station platform one day, but he's layered close to Mira's ideal. In contrast, it was stillness and movement, and the old adventurer seemed to be a joyful man of movement.
"Then it's settled."
When the quail said so and rang his fingers, the old man nodded forcefully, without words. The other seven will be dissolved with an unfortunate face.
"Uh, that was Mr. Aaron. Greetings."
Mouth the name of the person you remembered, the quail gives you his right hand. The old man answered, holding back the hand.
"Oh, leave it to me. So, what are you doing at the castle fortress in the balance?
When Aaron, the man who has decided to accompany him, asks, the quail highlights the words he continues with his index finger up.
"This mission is of the utmost importance. I've got some serious information. It's not definitive, but the odds are high. And maybe it'll never happen again."
That's how the quail preempts, and begins to talk briefly about the mission. That the next goal of Chimera Clozen seems to be the Spirit King. And he told me that the castle fortress of the balance was involved in it. That was not just Aaron, but the other seven, and all those who were out of condition, listened quietly to the story.
"The Spirit King? They're punishable everywhere."
At the end of the description of the quail, Aaron speaks clearly in anger of the thoughts that everyone had in their hearts in the silence of his visit. The voice was like a bubble just before it boiled up from the bottom of a water-tight pan, and when it could be bounced it resounded to every corner of the quiet room. And to cut that word off, the anger blaming Chimera Clozen boils in unison.
"Be quiet!
The hustle and bustle that swelled with that one voice regains silence again. When the quail confirmed that everyone had settled down, she herself kept quietly burning down and continued her words.
"Of course I won't leave you alone. Though not definitive, there is a good chance that a leading player in the chimera will show up if it was true. It's this mission to hold him down. If we do well, we'll have more information than we have now."
"Well, that's a serious responsibility. Best I've ever seen. So, what about the other companions? Are you suggesting that I'm the only adventurer? Do we collect the rest even around Hidun?
"Yeah, sasori and snakes, and this kid, too."
Uzume instantly gathered his gaze on Mira when he introduced Mira, who had been observing Aaron still, following Hidun's two names. At the time, Mira suddenly missed her face as she was surprised because she and Aaron met each other, but she also looked ahead and noticed that she was noticed.
Mira, who had only heard the story of the quail halfway through, laughed instantly and glanced back in grandeur, even if only for a moment she was proper to the situation.
"Is that a razor and a snake? Perfect. But you don't look familiar to that daughter. But more than just accompanying them, I guess."
Aaron stares at Mira, dressed in a fashionable magic girl style costume. Aaron understands that this is a serious task and that the most aware quail is not supposed to be a halfway candidate. There's trust built up over the years.
"She's Mira. He was a useful actor when he captured one of the Chimeras for the first time, and a disciple of the Nine Wise Men, Dumblrf. You're gonna have to ask Aaron for her help."
The quail nods slowly and confidently. Then the indoors began to bother. Aaron is a sight to behold from all the adventurers gathered here. Aaron, who can also be the main force, turns to auxiliary. Moreover, a girl called Mira says she is a disciple of the Gone Wise.
"Hmm, okay."
But Aaron answered with a pleasant voice and acknowledged it with a grin. And once he turned his gaze to Mira now, he inflated his expectations as to how much of a sage apprentice was recognized by the quail.
To tell Aaron the details, the three moved the place to a meeting room on the second floor of the liquor store. The meeting room is reserved for meetings with adventurers who work with us like this one. When the three got to their proper seats, they took an easy stance on each of them. Then take a breath, and the quail opens its mouth. And, doubtless as yet a conjecture, arrange the grounds that led to the understanding that Chimera Clozen is after the Spirit King. It was further informed about the Alkaite kingdom and the union of magicians involved in the matter.
The prestigious Alkaite kingdom as the land of magicians, and a union of magicians who can learn about the trends of adventurers. A union that has officially certified Chimera Clozen as an enemy to a magician with a high affinity for the Spirit. Aaron admits to being a trustworthy source.
At last the details of the mandate were given after such a forethought had ended. As Aaron hit the gavel from time to time and listened to the quail as he sought supplementation, Mira said, enjoying the all-season ole she laid eyes on in the tavern.
The content of the meeting extends to means of travel to and from the destination, as well as to force analysis and action expectations on the part of the other party. The quail then closed the conversation by saying that the two Hiduns would be in charge of the transfer to the enemy's restraints.
"If that's what you decide, you need to be ready. When are we leaving?
Having heard the details, Aaron collates all kinds of information and lines up the supplies he will need in his brain.
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning at 9: 00!
The quail deflects his eyes from the glass Mira is leaning against with a happy face and answers sharply.
"You can't afford it. Hurry up and do it."
Though the chimeric closen is in and out, it is not known when it will appear. In some cases, they will be ambushed on the ground for days. Nevertheless, it was more than a few steps before Chimera Clozen arrived after accomplishing all things in the castle fortress of the balance. That's why it's better to leave as soon as possible. Aaron, too, stands up as he understands it.
"Oh, I'll give you this."
When the quail also rises to continue, he offers Aaron a piece of carded blue paper as he says.
"Oh, thank God. Let me use it."
Aaron happily received it.
"Then tomorrow, when it's time, meet me at my usual place."
"Okay."
Answering in a short, strong and clear tone, Aaron went back to the room where he was staying for travel support. Immediately afterwards, Mira and the quail also leave the conference room behind.
"Grandpa, are you ready?
Leaving the Tavern and Inn, which is also a staging area for adventurers, Kagra stops and asks on the spot.
"Hmm, the pills will keep the whole place together."
When Mira glances at the item section and checks the inventory of chemicals for emergencies, she asks them to take one of them out appropriately.
"I still have this, too. Dead or dead, you'll be safe."
Mira, saying so, lets him gently shake a crystal containing a thick peachy liquid. It is an item called Echo Drop, which is the finest treatment that you can use to improve your health in no time.
The effect is certainly valid even in a world that has become a reality.
"Grandpa hasn't come to this world for a month yet, has he? I don't know if he's been hurt."
"Well, yeah. What's wrong with that?
Mira answers as she returns the echo drop to the item box. Then shortly afterwards, Kagra bashes Mira's head in the palm of her hand. It was a mild shock but a definite painful sensation. "What, suddenly," Kagra said, if Mira pointed her lips and raised her protest, continuing to pinch her face with both hands, slapping the girl on the cheek with a peck.
"Now the problem. How much damage did Grandpa take now?"
I glanced at Kagra, who beat me over and over again, but their voice was a little low and serious in itself, softening Mira's slender look.
"Hmm...... Something like around ten."
I couldn't imagine what the intentions were, but Mira answered with her senses from the feeling that remained on her head and cheeks. When Kagra heard it, she took a deliberate, loud sigh and then made a circle with her index finger and thumb to tell her, "The answer is zero."
"Well, then, as a senior in this world, I'll tell Grandpa. First, the lack of damage depends on how much it affects the recipient. Light stuff like that just now has zero damage because it doesn't even affect your life. If you repeat it over and over again, it affects you somewhat."
Kagra, once separated there, plays Mira's forehead firmly at her fingertips and says, "This is also zero," while continuing the words as she flushes the gaze of the girl who stares at her.
"I mean, taking damage means getting close to death, right? When it was a game, no matter how much damage you take, your vitality numbers just diminished, but now that it's real, if you take half of the damage in the whole world, you won't be able to fight properly with all sorts of pains and other influences. I mean, there's no way you can use drugs in a dying state."
"Hmm..."
If it is real, it can be assumed that there are effects such as pain caused by injury, associated bleeding, and confusion of consciousness.
(That's true. No matter how effective the medicine is, it doesn't make sense if you can't use it)
"You're right. Be careful."
Somewhere yet, Mira takes Kagra's words seriously and changes her mind, saving that she still had a sense of the game age. Kagra then takes out a vial with yellow-green liquid from his own item box and pokes it in front of Mira's face during reflection.
"So it's time for this magic drug. If you take it beforehand, you can relieve the pain and reduce the bleeding, a very grateful medicine for people like us who have gotten used to the game"
When Kagra said so to show off, he returned the medicine to the item box with Mira's gaze grabbed.
"With this, you'll be able to fight like you used to, without being able to move because of injuries or poison. Nevertheless, I'm just deluding myself, so buying time to use the cure is the essence of this magic drug."
Kagra's magic medicine was created by the player. The pain you actually feel in the battle creates a fear you never had before and inflates a few times dozen times more. Some players abandoned fighting because of it. But there are times when we have to fight unresponsively in a world of demons. Magic drugs are developed based on the fears felt by the players in a world that has become such a reality that they are prized as expensive but constant preparations.
Sometimes winning or losing will be determined by the presence or absence of this magic drug, especially when confronted by someone with comparable strength.
"How much do you sell it for?
Immediately understanding the usefulness of magic drugs, Mira asked, recalling the possession.
"One, two hundred thousand riffs. Big stores deal with a lot of them."
"Two hundred thousand dollars for one pill. Can it be cheap given its efficacy..."
"This is still a lot cheaper. When I first got it, I did half a million things. And this potent cure, not just this magic drug, is several or a dozen times more expensive than when it was a game. Well, it's a direct link to life, so you can't help it."
As Kagra put it, the demand was jumping for therapeutics, especially advanced enough to even get back from the abyss of death. This is the result of a simultaneous buyup by former players. Such medicines continued to be thin on the market because of the large number of people who accumulate them instead of insurance and the scarcity of raw materials.
"That's what preparation is all about, but not just medication, but food okay? Depending on that, you might need a week."
Kagra tells Mira to open the item field and check the food on hand. Looking all the way through, Mira exhaled one big time.
"Mixbury, I'm the only one."
To Mira, who replied so, Kagra offered Aaron a piece of card-shaped blue paper, which he had also given earlier.
"Then I'll give you this. It's a redemption note we issue, and if you give it to a commercial grocery store, they'll trade it for a week's worth of food. Unlike back then, meals are a must, so you should always keep your grandfather stocked."
"Hmm, right. Well, let me use it."
Mira recalls that while receiving the redemption mark, she has just hit the hit so far. And I remember Gilberto, who I met on my way to the Abandoned City of Heaven. He was bringing cookware and making a combined meal on the spot with the ingredients he had collected. Exactly the circumstances surrounding that food are fundamental to the adventurer, and the fact is, a number of sets of cookware for the adventurer are also available.
"I'm not very good at cooking. Should there be cookware or something?"
Mira, who is unsure of anything other than the basics of cooking and stir-frying, thinks of curry on a basket. Unless there is more to it, it is a dish that is guaranteed a certain flavour.
"Unlike what the union lends us, our item boxes don't rot while we put them in, so you can buy lunch."
Kagra said as he turned his left sleeve and indicated the bracelet there.
"Ho... did that happen? Well, that sounds better."
Mira answers with a little surprise. I knew it wouldn't rot if I kept it in the item box. Rather than that, I recognized it. However, if the player's bracelet is loaned from the union, the way Kagra says it, the food in storage will rot.
That much thought reminded Mira of the purchase of Emera, who was once to accompany her to the ancient temple of Nebrapolis. Even though he has an athlete's bracelet, he mainly buys conservative-oriented ingredients.
This has been very convenient.
There are other weight limitations on the operator's bracelet. Mira shifts her gaze to a silver-thinking bracelet with her left arm, questioning once again what a terminal is.
"I didn't care until now, but I don't know what this is. It was supposed to be a device that connects directly to the game system, but that system doesn't work now, does it?
There is no connection even if it looks like it, and the cold, shining silver bracelet is there as a matter of course. Mira asked as she played her bracelet at her fingertips. Kagra then briefly answers "I wonder what it is" and continues with the words "It's just..." while putting his left sleeve back.
"Generally speaking, I go by the artifact, the original of the operator's bracelet."
"Unfortunately, I can't even say it's a mistake."
When it comes to artifacts, what is given by God. Even though Mira laughed bitterly, she was convinced that she would still hear the excuses used in the cosmetic case description.
"Well, you can leave that area to the experts. Be more prepared than that. There are so many things you can't do with strength."
"Uhm. Let's just try to remember the liver"
When Mira says so, Kagra points to a street that nods satisfactorily and stretches forward.
"If you go straight through here, it's a commercial compartment. Come back when you're done shopping. I'm going back to the first building I saw."
When Kagra says so, he makes sure to wave his arms wide and moves his fingertips from the direction of the commercial compartment to the inner rear. Mira replied "OK" after chasing with her eyes the direction indicated by that finger.
With greetings from the people on the road, Mira walks out to those who have a commercial compartment when she misses Kagra, who returns with a grand foothold.
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