She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Mira began feeling dizzy after a while, probably due to their long conversation. She stood up and went to a corner to wash herself, grabbing a small stool and wood bucket on her way.

After she filled the bucket with hot water and soaked a towel in it, she noticed her hair suddenly come loose.

「What is it, do you still need something?」

Mira turned around and looked up, seeing Aselia carefully folding the ribbon that once held Mira’s hair in place. Looking at her from below also accentuated her bountiful breasts.

「Well, you did tell me a very valuable story. Washing your hair and back is the least I can do to return the favor!」

Their conversation had gone into many tangents as they spoke, but Aselia’s first reason to approach Mira had been an overlap between Mira and Aselia’s little sister. That reason was still valid now, but Aselia chose to find an excuse instead.

She had a very different personality compared to Mariana, but somehow Mira thought they sounded similar, mostly due to the slightly high tone with which they spoke to her. Then again, Mira also enjoyed having someone else washing her hair, so she had no reason to refuse Aselia’s offer.

「Do as you wish.」

Hearing Mira consent, she happily grabbed a nearby shower head and began washing Mira’s hair. Her fingers seemed used to that action, the tips barely touching Mira’s scalp, which tickled slightly but also felt pleasant making her close her eyes.

That way, Aselia could satisfy her sisterly desires, while Mira could relax and not worry about anything.

With her body fully washed and cooled down, Mira entered the bath again, silently staring at the garden.

The bamboo beats sounding in regular intervals gave a strong Japanese ambiance to the bath, which Mira relished until she started feeling light-headed again.

One hour and a half passed since Mira arrived at the bath, she finally felt satisfied.

(I guess it’s time to get out and grab dinner.)

Mira timed her steps to the next beat of the bamboo, which Aselia also imitated going out of the bath together with her. When Mira began wiping her body with a towel, Aselia violently rubbed her body with a towel which she moved around like a nunchuck, finishing as soon as she could.

After that, the two left that room together.

When they reached the changing room, Aselia sped through the other clients, heading to a locker in a corner of the room.

Mira went to a large mirror that was placed there, carefully watching herself as she dried her hair with concept magic. She was impressed all over again seeing how quickly the water evaporated.

(What a bizarre sight.)

Her hair that moments before was soaked wet and was a disheveled mess, transformed into silky strands in just a few seconds. She lightly flung her hair, which fluttered in the air like powder snow before landing on her luscious skin. Her eyes were focused on the mirror, watching her bewitchingly cute appearance, as she gently moved some strands of hair to the front to cover her chest. Then she nodded in satisfaction.

「Man, am I sexy.」

It was like she had discovered herself anew.

Next Mira took off the key to her locker and opened it to get a towel. The fabric felt really comfortable, which she enjoyed the most through her soft after-bath skin.

「Oh, you haven’t changed yet?」

Aselia had changed as fast as she could, and now she appeared in front of Mira again, holding a small basket under her arm. She was wearing a soft violet yukata, which was not fastened around her waist exposing more of her skin, which to Mira looked even more lustful than when she was naked.

「Ah… mm, not yet…」

After a quick glance at Aselia, Mira looked away and took her basket from her Item Box, fishing out underwear from it. When Aselia saw that basket appear out of thin air, like it was some trick, she got extremely excited again.

「That’s so cool! You took that out of the Item Box from your Operator’s Bracelet, right? That’s amazing… I want to have one soon too…」

After a while Mira returned the basket to her Item Box, her cheeks slightly flushed as Aselia caressed her silver bracelet. To Aselia, a rank C adventurer, the Operator’s Bracelet was something akin to a proof of higher levels, and in a way, it was the embodiment of her goals.

「Anyway, I’d like to change now.」

「Oh, sorry sorry.」

Hearing that, Aselia let go of Mira’s wrist, 「I’ll get one soon too」 she said while taking a step back. Mira had given her a tangible goal, so she was more motivated than ever, smiling broadly while shaking her fist in the air. Mira liked her motivated spirits, silently rooting for her in her mind.

「Huh? You won’t wear a yukata?」

Seeing Mira take her usual dress from the locker, Aselia asked her puzzled.

「Well, I don’t really own one, you see.」

Hearing that, Aselia quickly ran to the other side of the changing room, towards a large shelf placed there. She looked through whatever was there, picking something up and returning with the same swiftness with which she had left.

「I think this is around your size.」

She handed Mira a yukata of a light green color.

「Are you sure I can use this?」

「Yeah, they’re there for you to use.」

Those were clothes provided by the inn, placed in the changing rooms. Aselia explained that not only were there yukatas of all sizes, but some had small modifications to accommodate people of other races, like Meous with their tails. Mira put the yukata on while being impressed by the service provided.

(Anyway… how do I put this on?)

Mira was visiting a rather unique inn, so wearing a yukata during her stay made perfect sense. The only problem was her lack of knowledge on how to wear those traditional Japanese robes.

Figuring she could just wear it like any bathrobe, Mira flung it around her and stuck her arms through the sleeves. Aselia had picked well, the yukata fitting Mira’s frame perfectly without being too long or too short. Then she wrapped the band around her and fastened it with a belt.

「Wait, it’s the other way around.」

Saying that, Aselia stood in front of Mira and carefully fixed Mira’s yukata, straightening the wrinkled sleeves and other parts while she was at it. She finished it by tying the belt around her again, then she took a step back and looked at Mira.

「Alright, that’s how it should look.」

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She smiles at the workmanship and gently strokes Mira’s head. The gesture had the impression of a Onee-chan and for Aselia, it was an unconscious action. Despite being completely treated like a kid, Mira didn’t push the hand on her head away but she sighed as if it was okay for a long time sensation and the calm atmosphere of Aselia.

(Some things just don’t work. I’m an adult, you know.) (Mira)

After changing clothes and leaving the dressing room, there are a souvenir shop and table tennis. The guests, who relaxed after the bath, weren’t doing anything. They just spent a moment of coffee. This is where the light of the lanterns shines and Mira feels lost in a different space. Whether it is the original world or the current reality or its boundary. Under such circumstances, she picked up a familiar piece with a stick on a round flat plate.

(This is completely table tennis… The owner here is definitely a former player) (Mira)

The concept of a ryokan that is based on the good old-fashioned classics of the original world, called the interior of a Japanese. And a classic table tennis table is definitely the work of those who know it.

Mira enjoys the benefits of not only the technology but also the wonders of the original players in the cultural field.

『Yes, Mira-chan. This is my gratitude. This is the best for bathing』(Aselia)

Aselia returned from the shop in a sprint and gave out one of the purchased bottles as she said so to Mira.

『Oh, that’s nice!』(Mira)

In the bottle Mira received, it was written 『Milk Coffee』 in brown letters. This is also a classic after bathing.

『Oh, do you want to play table tennis?』(Aselia)

Aselia keeps an eye on the racket that Mira has in her hand and squints like a hawk that finds a prey.

『No, that’s not why (~nja ga~na~)』(Mira)

Aselia disappeared even before Mira finished and returned with a racket.

『Do you know how to play?』(Mira)

『Of course. I’m pretty strong!』(Aselia)

Aselia picks up the racket and swings lightly. Two large mountains sway due to crustal movements along with the sound of the sharp wind. Aselia looked happy, Aselia turned to Mira with an innocent smile.

『Have you played it before, Mira-chan?』(Aselia)

『Umu, that’s right. However, you are quite familiar with this place.

you know how to wear a yukata,

Do you come here often?』(Mira)

Yukata, hot milk coffee and table tennis, none originally existed in this world. But Aselia is already familiar with the place. Mira felt good that Aselia is familiar with the culture of her country.

『This is my first time staying at this ryokan. But the Japanese style is common』(Aselia)

『Japanese Style…』(Mira)

『I like the Japanese style.

It’s kind of like a unique emotion, so it’s really calm.

I know not only yukata but also kimono.

My teacher taught me.

Ah, my teacher is the person who taught me the Japanese ceremony.』(Aselia)

Aselia speaks with a cheerful expression whether she likes it. Mira is surprised at whether the culture of her country is infiltrated as a Japanese style, but she is slightly happy with the familiarity of that culture. She feels like she met a foreigner who loved Japan.

『Now, Mira-chan. Let’s drink before it’s cold. It’s common to put your hands on your hips and drink a lot』(Aselia)

Mira

Saying, Aselia takes that pose. Then, urge Mira to do the same with her gaze. When she smiles with a bitter smile in her pure line of sight, Mira takes the same posture as Aselia’s familiar pose. Both legs spread with the shoulder-width, putting left hand on hip and drinking coffee milk all at once.

(This feels wrong…) (Mira)

With a slight resentment to the teacher who taught Aselia the Japanese style, Mira drank the sweet coffee milk.

『Mira-chan, too, will get on the train tomorrow?』 (Aselia)

『Umu, Souja~ yo~ (that’s right)』(Mira)

『As expected. Which way are you going?』(Aselia)

『I’m going to Alice. What will you do? Have you decided to get a shield instead of a spirit sword?』(Mira)

The two girls talk about what they will do while putting away the empty bottles into the collecting case at the store. Most of the guests staying in front of the station were railway train users, and Aselia also planned to take a flight to “Oz Stein” tomorrow.

However, she got a source of information that there are stores where spirit swords are sold. Aselia after talking to Mira decided to get a red shield instead of a spirit sword. So for now, she doesn’t have to go to that store anymore.

『Solomon-sama’s home territory, I’m going to Lunatic Lake. I’ve heard that there is a market for attributed equipments. I may find it if I search there』(Aselia)

『Huh, was there such a place?』(Mira)

Mira, who hasn’t looked around the capital yet, smiles happily and adds that market to some sightseeing (waiting list).

『May I ask you to tell me the story of Solomon-sama when I get to rank C?』(Aselia)

A little conservative, but with the utmost thought, Aselia asked.

『I~ja~rou~ (It’s fine). Then, if you become C rank, as a celebration, I’ll teach you how to train the way he had been doing』(Mira)

『Really!? Hooray! I’ll do my best!』(Aselia)

When Aselia expresses joy throughout her body in response to an unexpected response, Mira’s concentrate somehow nailed to the exposing collar.

『By the way, Mira-chan is traveling alone, right?』(Aselia)

『Umu, Sou~ja~ na~ (Yeah, that’s right)』(Mira)

Mira responds by slightly diverting her gaze to avoid unnaturalness. Even Mira, who has gradually been getting used to breasts, seems to be unable to talk while still staring.

『Do you go to Alice on request? Are you okay by yourself?』(Aselia)

The ability can be judged from the standards guaranteed by the union called C rank. And Aselia knows that Mira, who is a celestial race, is older than her. But Aselia is stimulated by her Onee-san’s heart, she asks Mira so.

Mira simply stated without worrying.

『Shinpai mu~yo~ja (Don’t worry). I’m not losing to younger people』(Mira)

She had such an invincible smile.

『See you again!』(Aselia)

『Umu, Mata~ Itsuka~ ja~ na~ (Yeah, we meet again someday)』(Mira)

Once again, after Aselia got the agreement to keep contact via the union, she ran away refreshingly with her motivated eyes shining brightly. Mira reminds her to put a shield textbook in her baggage and read it carefully later.

After Mira sees Aselia’s lively appearance going away, she stands in front of the sketch on the wall and glares at it.

(Where was my room…?) (Mira)

Because she was followed Aselia to the middle of the place, she didn’t remember the directions at all. She was looking for the place『Between the sky』 written on the key of the room she received.

Finally, Mira learns the path to the room and starts walking.

When I returned to my room, Nakai-san was in the middle of preparing the meal on the table. Then Nakai-san greets Mira.

『Welcome back. The meal will be ready soon, so please wait for a moment』(Nakai)

『Umu』(Mira)

While saying so, Nakai-san moves the tableware from the tray. Mira sits in front of the table and waiting. The containers show vibrant colors, they are all pottery and have the beauty that can be enjoyed even by amateurs.

Dishes are lined up such as bowls, pickles that are not affected by temperature, and eggs.

Mira sat and looked at the middle of the room where preparations were going on, then a voice came from outside and the main characters were carried in. It starts with tempura, miso soup, boiled food, and white rice.

Mira was thrilled by the many dishes that invite nostalgia. It has a gorgeous assortment of dishes, and it is a wonderful assortment of items that are not ashamed of the Japanese name.

『Do you need a description of the food?』(Nakai)

『Umu, please!』(Mira)

After the meals are prepared on the table, Meow (race) Nakai asks Mira so. Mira responds immediately to it. There’s a concern about what kind of ingredients are being reproduced in this world.

『From here.

Eggs made from garden bird’s eggs with smoked black tuna broth.

Next to that Frost Bison meat with soy sauce, sugar, it’s a dish called Yamato boiled in ginger.』(Nakai)

Nakai-san gradually improved in tone, it was as if she had made the dishes by herself, lining up her thoughts on each dish and her feelings at cooking.

After that, the Meow Nakai, who began to get more excited, started to talk about things that were not related to the dishes. A freshly-picked, fresh-fished style flower shape is difficult in this store far from the sea, and the dried fish is delicious but the life is not as good.

Only until when the other Meow (Race) Nakai brought food in, she was forced to suspend.

『Please enjoy your meal slowly.

If you ring that bell after eating, we will come to collect the tableware. Well then, please excuse us』(Nakai)

Nakai sat down, bowed elegantly in a straight posture then she went out of the sky room with the other Meow race.

Immediately after that, from the other side of the door, “How many times have I told you not to do it?” and “I’m sorry” voice rang.

When she heard about a bell, Mira turned his eyes on it, there was a hanging scroll with the word “peace of mind” in a light color. Aside from that, there was a bell in the same shape that Solomon used when calling Suleiman.

After confirming that, Mira wiped the table with a cloth.

(“peace of mind”…! It’s not a word to write on the scroll!) (Mira)

Mira blew the miso soup in her mouth while pondering about the hanging scroll that seemed ridiculous.

After that, there was no problem, Mira enjoyed a peaceful time while enjoying Japanese food after a long time.

After pouring hot water from a metal container into the teapot together with the tea leaves, she poured it into the teacup and enjoyed it with a relaxed expression. When she was satisfied with the scent of the tea leaves spreading through her nasal passages, she sipped a lot of it and stuck her tongue out.

『Hot……』(Mira)

Mira exhales in the cold air after the meal.

She rang the bell with her fingers, she couldn’t hear the sound but there was certainly sounds, and after a while, two Nakai came to collect the tableware.

『The futon was laid in the next room.

Please call me with the bell when you get up in the morning.

I will bring in the breakfast』(Nakai)

『Umu, I understand』(Mira)

Meow Nakai sits next to the door of the next room, lightly opens it and shows it to Mira. It seemed that they have prepared a bed. A futon was laid on the tatami mat. A quilt with a gorgeous dragon design. It seemed to be comfortable.

When Nakai finished putting the tableware away, Mira sipped the second cup of tea. Mira Mira stretched greatly.

『Let’s sleep』(Mira)

When she stood up and opened the bathroom door, there was a Japanese-style toilet. Mira impressed with the Japanese style so far, and raised the hem of her yukata.

After completing the work, Mira was steadily preparing to go to bed with the amenity toothbrush prepared in the bathroom.

After everything, she went into the futon and lied on her back, turn her face and gazed out the window with the wooden frame.

There’s no noise late at night, but in the sky, a star that seems to be congested blinks. When she meditated, this time would be wrapped in silence. There was a slight smell of incense, and the water sound slightly resonated in her ears.

Wrapped in a light and soft blanket, Mira’s breath begin to play a restful tone.