Disciple of Immortal

- At the same time that Kanata took off the Hell's Hole (Coquitos), in the underground ninety-five tiers of the Hell's Hole (Coquitos).

Renaele was exploring within the hierarchy.

In Hell's Hole (Coquitos), demons that weren't there until yesterday can flutter out or abruptly appear items that no one has ever seen before.

According to one theory, the story is that the gods are collecting extra demons and items in one place and letting the devil manage them, but I'm not sure.

The only thing that can be said is that The Hole of Hell (Coquitos) is so magical that visiting humans support its absurd theory without clapping.

It's not as intelligent as it sounds.

For Renaele, who lived in the land for a thousand years, even this Hole of Hell (Coquitos) is just the right place to walk.

This land, where unfamiliar demons appear and new items continue to emerge, is convenient for her to live eternally.

Other than magic training, the collection of items in the land was Lunaere's hobby.

No matter what demons come out, Renaele will never take a step back.

At any rate, she is powerful enough to defeat even Satan, whom the gods have set up as the most powerful demon in this world, with one hand.

At least, that would have been the case with a regular girlfriend.

However, Lunaere on this day was walking down the aisle with a depressed, soulless look on his face.

Renaele was already going to get used to it, even in those days when he was barely changing, just continuing to explore and train alone.

There was no great emotion, no point of arrival to aspire to, that was the days of the ghost.

But I didn't even have any doubts about that every day.

Originally, Renaele despaired of the world and visited this Hell's Hole (Coquitos) as a far-flung suicide.

However, a month-and-a-half of odd training days with young Kanata, who admires herself, had repainted the common sense in her.

Returning to the normal days when she had originally felt empty, but on the second day, hopelessness was eroding her spirit.

Renaele puts his hand against the wall and deposits the weight of his tempered body.

"... kanata"

Pompous and unconcerned, I called his name and zeroed one sigh.

"... I knew I had to get it out of this Hell's Hole (Coquitos). Just like me, if you make it rich..."

Continue to realize the meaning of the words coming out of your mouth much more and shake one's head in a great panic.

You can't even think about that.

It was never about being forgiven.

If you do that, Renaele himself will continue to blame himself, not anyone else.

Renaele gently extended her arms, held her own body, and meditated her eyes.

At the last parting, I was thinking back to when Kanata hugged me in disregard of the filth of the Underworld.

I finally managed to regain my peace and gently untied my arm.

(Looks like Noble has some unwanted worries too, will you be back early today......)

I saw Kanata in the distance as Renaele tried to turn back the way she came thinking that way.

My own expression loosened slightly and at the same time I learned the feeling of my body getting hot from within.

Squeezing his loose expression, Renaele rushed out to him.

"Kah, Kanata, why are you here! So much so that I told you to head to the outside world......! Isn't that a no, go outside right away......!

After approaching the immediate vicinity, Kanata finally turned to Renaele.

It was a creepy full grin, not like Kanata.

"Kana......"

Kanata hugs Lunaere quickly.

The thin clothes on the grabbed shoulders tear.

If Renaele did his eyes, Kanata's arms were enlarged and he had a big hook claw ahead of him.

At the same time his abdomen ripped wide and vertical, and something like a plant root protruded from inside to penetrate Renaele's body.

Lunaere's small body lifts.

The unusually long arms stretched still grabbed her body disappointingly.

"Ha! Oh, you...... not kanata...... fantasma!

The face and body of the canata simulation become whiter and whiter, and the human form becomes as creepy as a cloth.

Fantasma was a vicious demon also known as Phantom Ghost.

Fantasma had the ability to mislead those who see themselves as loved ones.

If it was a regular Lunaere, it would not have hung to this extent.

It's just that now she was mentally unstable and that was what made her a big person.

"Ketty, Ketty"

Fantasma laughs.

"Alarm...... I did"

Lunaere, with a big hole in her belly, leaks pompously.

Shortly after, Renaele pushed off the restraint by Fantasma's creepy arms with force, adding his head to his white, round head.

A magic formation unfolds around the head.

"Space-Time Magic XVIII" Space Drilling "

Fantasma's head wiped off beautifully and Fantasma's body fell on the spot.

Space Drilling is the magic that cuts the specified range from this world to another dimension of the world.

Neither range nor range of attack is as wide, but it has the strength to be activated immediately.

Renaele went on to "Drilling in Space" where he cut something like a root stretched out of the mouth of Fantasma's belly, twisting his body and escaping a skewer.

Renaele wipes the blue and white blood flowing out of his own mouth.

Then return your gaze to the torn shoulder clothes, the big holes empty in your abdomen.

"... I can't believe I'm falling behind such a monster"

Just because he got ahead of the demon opponent to this extent, there was nothing like Renaele losing.

"Space-Time Magic, 22nd Floor," Healing Retrograde "

Renaele's injuries and damaged clothes regenerate as he sees them.

The Curative Retrograde belongs to space-time magic, not white magic, which heals bodily injuries and diseases.

It's not healing the injury, it's selectively regenerating the cause and effect back.

Therefore, the subject is not limited to physical surface damage alone.

Since space-time magic specializing in repairing objects exists separately, "healing retrograde", a magic for organisms, is somewhat inefficient, but with this degree of repair, it was about error for Renaele.

"At this rate, Noble will laugh at you..."

Renaele groaned alone and headed back to the cabin.