Disciple of Immortal

I'll line up in Renale and go inside the Hole of Hell (Coquitos).

"The... the place you want to take me is"

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Renaele shuts up slightly and narrows her eyes just a little.

"... I'll be right with you"

Renaele said that without even looking at this one.

That reply alone somehow led me to assume that something was not going to be very good.

Lunaere seems faceless, someone who unexpectedly shows up on his face.

I've been around for the past month and a half, so maybe I can just read the facial changes.

Walk silently with both of us.

Several demonic raids along the way, but Renaele was walking and blocking the attack with junctional magic, scraping and killing his opponent's body with space-time magic.

Sometimes I was dealing with it without even turning my face.

The demons around here are getting me to fight somehow, but this is just not how I'm going.

"Master, the..."

"I'm not your master anymore."

... awkward, or it seemed like Renaele was deliberately trying to interrupt the conversation.

Whatever you ask, it's an unsatisfactory attitude, so in the meantime, I stopped cutting out stories especially from mine.

He came out where the large white columns lined up left and right.

Occasionally, a monstrous stone statue was also installed that I was not sure of.

At last, he said that the place he wanted to bring Renaele was close, and thinking about it, he reached the big descent staircase.

Lunaere stops his leg.

"Is this...?

Lunaere took out the blue cloth bag and gave it to me.

Magic bag.

It can be easily transported with more than ten times what it looks like.

However, I used to get the same thing from Renaele, and the Dimension Pocket, a different dimensional bag, has already been acquired, so I felt extra comfortable with it.

I had no idea why you were giving me the second magic bag now.

When I was pompous, Renaele threw a magic bag at me and handed it to me.

I'm in a hurry to take it.

"I've packed it with spiritual drugs, spare weapons, and magic books. It also contains" The Curse Mirror of Distortion, "but be careful not to mistreat it and release the devil to the world."

"Well, that's..."

"Initially we were going to head to the ground, but it would be quicker to get to the bottom level and then use the transitional magic formations that are in place. If you are now, it is possible."

"Wait a minute!

I shouted and blocked Renaele's story.

"Here, already... you mean goodbye?

"Yeah, that's right. Because Noble missed you and might persevere in holding you back. If you allow me time, I'm going to stay here forever."

"Oh, yeah, was it..."

... Somehow, on the road to getting here, I was wondering if that wasn't the case.

But my mind wasn't ready yet.

"Well, good luck. We won't see each other again."

Renaele tells me that in an unsatisfactory way, while trying to turn his back on me and walk away on the spot.

"Ma, wait!

Renaele stops and looks back at me.

Though I made a call, I have no words to go on.

Because I was allowed to live with Renaele in good faith, there's no reason for me to stay in this hierarchy any longer, now that I've accomplished my purpose and been bounced off her as well.

"And the master... well, aren't you interested outside? I can't believe I've been alone in Hell's Hole (Coquitos) all this time... don't I miss you?"

"... so I hate humans. It's annoying to be kept in mind any longer because it's just like a leisure break that helped you..."

"Oh, even to me, I know that's how much you're lying!

When I shout, Lunaere opens his eyes like a surprise.

Renaele was a little silent, but eventually exhaled loudly.

"... can I have you hang out with my old story? Not very short, maybe not."

I snort.

The look on Renaele's face, which had been strong since the end of his training, was somewhat soothing.

Then Renaele slowly began to talk about the things that preceded her becoming immortal.

"Right...... I was born, I have to tell you from a thousand years ago"

- It seems Renaele was born a thousand years ago into a well-known family line as a magician.

He was more thoroughly educated by his father than he was in childhood, and he had original talent, and by the time he was ten, he was treated as the most powerful sorcerer in the history of the clan.

In such a fold, his father, who was also Lunaere's master, died.

Sometimes Lunaere herself was pathetic, but above all, seeing how her nasty mother was, she began to hide around her and go on researching Necromancer magic.

Feeling limited by his research on his own, he entered an illegal forbidden magic organization, silenced other magicians with his strength to get to the top and change his policy, and after four years of hanging, he finally mastered the resurrection of the dead by Necromancer magic.

It's just that she was ten in four years, and she was fourteen, and she was getting to tell the difference between things.

We also knew how unacceptable resuscitation of the dead was, and we understood how tragic resuscitation as undead by Necromancer magic could result.

My mother has also been positively bringing it back, and in the end I didn't use that Necromancer magic then.

The problem arose three years after that, when Renaele was seventeen.

The demon king appeared in the country.

A demon king is a demon that undergoes self-evolution and rapidly strengthens, and has the power to raise the potential of demons that have often been subordinated.

It occurs naturally without any foretaste, and if left unattended, it eventually builds an army of demons to raid people and keep causing them to kill.

Sometimes, retroactively, a prosperous country was destroyed in just a few years, and it is said that it is so strange that the world is still not ruled by the Demon King.

The man who once came into contact with the Demon King said that the Demon King had spoken of him as' chosen for the world ', but his meaning and authenticity are uncertain.

Renaele, a brilliant magician, was also chosen as a warrior in the Demon King's Crusade and was set to go to battle.

He said that in the Demon King it was at best the upper degree inside, but still it was a fierce battle.

Twenty elite men, while in a match on the table, explored the assassination by diving into the residence of the Demon King, but more than half were killed by the Demon King, and what remained also escaped with great injury.

Renaele thrust his opponent's alarm and managed to end the demon king in what could be described as most of the conflicting ways.

He said the Necromancer magic he had been hiding and stretching since he was ten years old ultimately helped.

Because the Demon King is smart, he also understood about human society.

He didn't think the lady of a magical famous family was the top bearer of Necromancer magic in the country.

He said he used himself as bait to direct his opponent's actions to activate the Necromancer magic that activates when it includes certain procedures, pulling out the Demon King's heart alive.

Renaele almost died as well... but after he died, I was afraid of what would happen to his mother.

She was also aware that what my mother had managed to regain after my father died was that she had a great presence.

I knew that if I died like this, it would be a lot worse than it used to be at a time of confusion.

The resurrection of undead by Necromancer magic required the heart of a mighty demon still in motion.

Happy or unhappy, there was just a demon king's heart in her hand.

The other materials were kept by space-time magic, and Renaele was in a position to do so.

Renaele was lost, but she was worried about her mother, and she was afraid that she would die, regardless.

Most importantly, she didn't have enough time left to think slowly.

Renaele used other items to set the Necromancer magic to activate automatically as the moon rose.

Because I could not resurrect those who were not yet dead, and after death, I could not activate magic in my own power.

- That is how Renaele took off the boundaries of man and became an immortal forgotten from time.

"So... what is the mother..."

When I asked, Renaele shook her head small.

"There is filth in the underworld. Even if not, because magic that clearly crossed the boundaries of life and death was abhorrent from a religious and ethical point of view. That's what I knew. I'm no longer a human being, and I've come to understand that deeply."

Renaele did not speak in depth.

... but the words alone made me imagine what had happened.

I'm sure not only from the masses and former acquaintances, but also from the mother, who was the reason Lunaere obsessed with the raw.