“I had no idea such stories were around…”
Emera briefly yet passionately retold the content of stories. Takuto went excited as well, and his cheering”Cool, cool” got Emera carried further and further away.
“Mira-chan, that’s just the prologue! The saga about your teacher, Dunbalf, is not over yet!”
Right when Emera’s spirits arose even higher, she crouched, being hit by the further end of Frica’s cane.
“Emera, that’s enough. Let’s think about returning first. I don’t want to delay the report about that devil appearance.”
“Ahh…. you’re right. Let’s return…”
Emera answered in a muffled voice. When she unsteadily got up, some tears appeared at her eyes.
“Ahh, since I heard it already, I could stop her as well instead of thy.”
It wouldn’t hurt Emera if she stopped her herself, thought Mira while watching holding her abdomen Emera.
“No, Mira-chan! You shouldn’t worry since it’s Emera’s fault!”
“Oohh!?”
Frica almost cracked her voice into falsetto when she snatched Mira to hug her. Quickly she buried Mira’s face in her breast and began cuddling her, obviously just to fall to the ground on a chop of Emera. She reaped what she sow.
Right before Frica collapsed, Emera grabbed Mira and put her down to ground.
“I’m sorry for her.”
“She was normal just a moment ago…”
“Perhaps as soon as she relaxed, she couldn’t control herself anymore.”
“It seems hard for her.”
Saying that, they watched at writhing, yet happily rolling on the ground with “She was sooo fluffy!” Frica.
“Such a disappointment.”
“Well, that’s the charm of Frica too.”
Asbar sighed and Zef argued, justifying everything with the beauty.
“Still, just like Dunbalf in the stories, when he engaged in close combat with Xian and summoning, you managed to learn it too, Mira. That was amazing.”
As Frica was coming to her senses, Emera began her passionate speech. Indeed, it was the Dunbalf’s combat style, deviating from the combat of any decent summoner.
“Xian?… She quickly disappeared and reappeared then. The Xian is cool.”
“Nothing special in that.”
“Me too couldn’t follow her with eyes sometimes. Can all the Xian fighters do such insane movements?”
“No idea about others. Nothing special in that.”
“It was like running over the air. We have some Xian fighters in the guild but I don’t think anybody of them can do that.”
“The Sky Stride is just usual Xian move. Nothing special in that.”
Mira was quite high-skilled Xian fighter too, and coupled with the splendid visuals it was somewhat supernatural spectacle. The actual battle was way more intense than in stories. And that vivid scenes of course engraved in their minds.
“Xian is amazing!”
Voicing the everyone’s thoughts, excited Emera said that. Along with her words, the members of the Écarlate Carillon changed their minds about the Xian mastery. A pupil of wiseman, while being a summoner, could do so much with the Xian. And that Xian skills overwhelmed the devil. Of course they were fascinated.
“…What…thou…say..”
She was going to show off the power of summoner skills, but at the end only Xian was judged. Mira’s gaze went far away as she tried to find where was her mistake.
“Hey, isn’t that pretty nice stuff?”
The next time. As Mira bet on the dubious chance to recover the reputation of summoning on their way back, she lift her face on the voice of Zef from afar. When everybody turned their looks, they saw the remains of devil and his weapon at the feet of Zef.
“Nevertheless, he got quite bad.”
Asbar said that while tracing scars all over the devil’s body. He lightly hit it with the back of hand and gasped at the unbelievably robust armor. He wasn’t sure that his full swing would leave even a single scratch on it.
With the same feelings Emera put her hand on the hilt of sword and swore to herself she will double the amount of training starting from today. A scenery out of this world burned onto eyes of the devil, like he was trying to say that everybody will eventually meet the same end.
Contrary to the group, surrounding the body in admiration, Takuto hide behind the Mira’s back as soon as he saw the devil. Mira gently stroked his head, repeating “Don’t worry”.
“So, I’m about this stuff. It’s a bit heavy to carry for me.”
Zef with struggle lift the scythe with both hands and carried it to Asbar. Receiving it, Asbar instantly distorted the face.
“The…It’s quite heavy.Huh!”
With those words, he grabbed the scythe with both hands and made a large swing. Along with a high-pitched metallic sound the blade pierced the ground.
“How’s that? Can you handle it?”
“This burden is too heavy for me. And I never used a scythe before. To begin with, this scythe belongs to the miss who defeated devil. Well, she doesn’t seem to need any weapon at all but it should yield quite a price if sold.”
“Ah, so. And there are sealed stones and magic crystals too, Mira got quite a haul. Can I get one tenth as payment for collecting items?”
Zef jokingly smiled. The issue was that all the items they got into the Ancient Graveyard bar the first ghoul belong to Mira.Of course Zef understood that before picking them up, and rest members weren’t going to say anything about that.
Except Mira.
“What? Usually such stuff is evenly divided. Since I’m bad at math, I leave that to thy.”
Her words rendered the members of the Écarlate Carillon completely blank. The gathered sealed stones and the devil’s weapon, scythe. Without estimating much, it was quite a fortune.
And everybody here saw Mira as the owner. But the owner herself told to split it like it was obvious. Division of the loot after defeating monsters together is a common sense for adventurers but now, when they knew the Mira’s strength, they had no doubts they just came along with her.
“But, hey, your summon defeated them.”
“Aren’t we a party?”
As confused Emera tried to tell her the circumstances, Mira with a grin returned a question.
Mira was going to do it from the start just because it was ingrained in her as the player’s common sense. And, bad at disputing about drop Mira considered the equal splitting between members of party as the ideal.
Mira and Emera mutually tilted their heads while looking at each other. Takuto tilted the head without understanding their talk.
“This generousness is another great side of Mira!”
With that words Frica jumped out and hugged her. Mira with eyes demanded Emera to do something.
Dropping just another chop on the head of Frica, Emera giggled.
“You can’t measure Mira-chan with common sense at all.”
“Agree with that.”
Asbar hugely nodded to a half-amazed yet gentle smile of Emera.
“Money aren’t that big trouble for me.”
When needed she can simply coax Solomon.
“Well, speaking about somebody who stays at the Summer Lantern, it’s true.”
Ohh, you had to say that.”
“I did. I’m kinda envious to the lack of issues with money.”
Emera with slightly distant eyes recalled the inns of the Requiem City Karanach. They visited the Summer Lantern only once, as a celebration of victory in battle. A lot of elaborated dishes and clearly different from the cheap inn interior and furnishings. Emera remembered a night when she, soaking in princess’ mood, excited with her group.
Asbar and Zef remembered that time too, though the first thing that came to their minds was the pleased giggle, not fading from the face of Emera. Apparently, rather than the princess mood, Emera loosened her face without being aware of that.