She Professed Herself The Pupil of The Wisemen

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A herd of monsters had suddenly appeared within the Kingdom. With her mission of suppressing said group of enemies finished, Mira returned to the Arkite Castle and quickly reported what she found; afterwards, the girl comfortably placed herself on the corner of a sofa, inside the King’s office.

“Hmm, I could have relaxed like this if it were not for all that shaking.”

Once again, during her trip back to the castle, she kept being thrown around inside the Armored Jeep, so it was with a relieved expression that she now stood there, gracefully sipping on her Apple au Lait.

“Who would’ve expected that a Lesser Demon would be involved in that matter… so then, the entire herd was killed, but its goal was achieved, right?”

“Yeah, without a doubt. It let out that peculiar and annoying laugh.”

While remembering the creepy smile that crept on the demon’s face during its last moments, Mira placed the bottle of her drink on the table, having only finished half of its contents.

The Lesser Demon’s laughing voice. It was something well known among the players of Arc Earth Online, a sound that signaled the completion of their foe’s goal. In other words, it meant that the demon had achieved whatever its objective was before being killed by the Dark Knight.

“This is bothering me. I’m usually busy with all kinds of stuff and now there’s another problem I need to worry about.”

When they were still in a game, events that involved the Lesser Demon were always troublesome to deal with, most leaving a really bad aftertaste even if completed on time. Obviously, Solomon had experienced those events, so it was with a disgusted expression that he finished the report.

“So, am I also one of those problems of yours?”

Considering she arrived there not as Dunbalf, but as a “disciple” of his, Mira reacted to what her friend said about getting more problems to take care of.

“Oh no, of course not. Rather, I’ll have you in charge of it… ah, it wasn’t that long ago, but remember how I said that we couldn’t announce right away your status as a Sage?”

“Hmm, yes, there was something like that.”

“Then, I have a plan for you.”

After placing the finished report on the edge of his desk, the king folded his hands and, looking almost like a commander from someplace, leaned forward to utter those words.

“Ohoo… and what is it?”

In response, the girl threw a sharp glare at Solomon and fixed her posture on the sofa, placing a finger on her chin during that time. While in the game, it was a kind of pose that the friends often did together when they were about to discuss things seriously.

“After you achieve feats deemed worthy enough by everyone, I believe that declaring you, the pupil of Dunbalf, as the successor to his title of ‘Sage’ would be completely fine.”

What the boy wanted to say was that her position as the disciple of a Sage gave weight to her name. The fact was that only a few people would truly believe a little girl who suddenly appeared and claimed to be Dunbalf. And even if everyone accepted it as the truth, that drastic change in appearance would inevitably destroy the majestic image the Sage had, so the king had no idea of what kind of negative influence that problem would exert.