She Professed Herself The Pupil of The Wisemen

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The top floor of the Tower of Summoning . Its layout was the same as the one inside the Tower of Sorcery, a large circular corridor giving access to each one of its four areas . And walking down that corridor without any hesitation was Mira, with her destination right ahead: the Private Room .

A red carpet was laid over the hallway and black armors, similar to the Dark Knight, decorated the way to the room . They were items awarded to Dunbalf as proof of his achievements in the wars he fought for the Kingdom . After giving a quick look at the two armors standing in front of her, Mira reached out for the imposing black door that was placed between them .

“Oops, I almost forgot it . ”

She suddenly stopped her hand and, while thinking she would never really get used to doing that, brought out the Master Key out of her item box . As if it were glad for its master’s return, the moment Mira held the item close to the door, a *click* could be faintly heard near the door knob and its lock came undone . With the cool sensation from touching the metal spreading through her warm hand, the girl twisted the knob and entered her Private Room, only to be assaulted by a strange feeling of discomfort .

First of all, Mira couldn’t find a proper place to remove and leave her boots since the entranceway didn’t have a special spot for that, so she just dropped them there . When it was still a game, she never had to remove her shoes while entering a room . But now, with that vivid sense of reality there, Mira couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable while wearing those boots indoors .

Finally barefoot, the girl advanced into the room she was already familiar with and caught sight of something that covered four fifths of its entire floor: a carpet made with the pelt of a demon beast king, the Grand Caecus . Its shining gold fur was soft to the touch but extremely strong; it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that even if martial artists sparred on that carpet it would still remain intact after the battle .

That rare item was something Dunbalf asked an artisan to make with the pelt he had received as reward from an event where all Nine Elders participated, the “Demon Beast King Subjugation Tour” . Raw materials collected from monsters of that class were considered high grade components for the best kinds of equipment . So it wasn’t a surprise that, when ordered to make a mere carpet out of the fur, the first-class leatherworker complained to Dunbalf and asked him over and over again if he was really sure about doing it with that precious pelt . In a sense, it was an item that brought memories of Mira’s past .

The carpet lay there, as if bowing down to its master, sharing place with several other familiar accessories gathered by Dunbalf . However, their positions were slightly off .

“Did Mariana do this?”

She could think of only one person as being the source of that out-of-place feeling: Dunbalf’s particular assistant, a resident of the Tower of Summoning . The girl reached that conclusion simply because there could be no one else capable of entering the Private Room except for her, who held the Master Key, and her aide . Since its owner was absent for thirty years, it was clear to Mira that it was none other than Mariana that tidied up the room, just like she had always done before .

The Mariana from Mira’s memories was exactly the kind of person who would do that . There were many places for storage inside the Private Room . Whenever Dunbalf returned from farming monsters and left his loot in complete disorder around the place, the next time he logged in everything would be perfectly sorted in their respective storages . In short, every time the room got cluttered, the very next day it would appear tidied up . Because of this, since Dunbalf became an elder, he never had to do any kind of cleaning anymore . If one were to describe Mariana as a character from a rom-com, she would be the stubborn childhood friend that always took care of the main character’s needs .