Disciple of Immortal

A week has passed since I started training with Pomera.

Repeating alternating witch-hunting and magic training, her level had reached 38.

In terms of the technical aspects of white magic, Pomera had already surpassed me.

I'm secretly trying to make it more proficient and teach it to me in a way that I understand.

That day, Pomera and I headed to the shallow woods to hunt for demons and had reached our goal unexpectedly early, so we were still returning to the Adventurer's Alliance before the sun rose.

"No way...... I never thought a day would come when such a pomela could be near level 40. Now, will the Roys be equal friends with Pomera?

Pomera said so happily as she was in line for the reception.

I was just worried about the level of the pomela.

"Weird...... when Mr. Renaele was having me trained, he was supposed to have taken me to level 100 in a week, but he hasn't even reached that half. That's all, it's getting less and less efficient..."

Is my way bad?

The consumption of psychotropic medicines is becoming more intense.

It's time for the remaining copies of the Psychotropic Medicine to get tighter, so it would be inferior to Renaele's, but I tried to make it too, but the ingredients didn't match at all.

I'm exploring the art of making from what I can get, but it's going to cost me a little time and development.

Alchemy should be stretched out, and I was finally starting to come here and feel painful about what Renaele told me to mean.

Somehow, I think it's a good idea and all the parts of the training I thought about are on the back.

What I can do is different from what Renaele can do, and the Hell's Hole (Coquitos) and the environment here are completely different.

Me and Pomera don't fight the same way.

You can't completely imitate the training laws that Renaele imposed on me.

I don't think I can do this as well as Lunaere.

But Pomera trusted and relied on me like that.

I want to help her in her dreams.

But in my way, I might not be able to make Pomera any stronger for you.

"What's bothering you, Kanata...? I heard a level 100 in a week, what are you talking about?

Pomera asks in horror.

While I misled it with a bitter laugh, I was wondering if it was time to use the array even with some impotence.

"... you're the same."

Looking at the fur of the Dulkwolf, the fangs of the Servel Rabbit, and the horns of the Almirage that I put out of my magic bag, the Alliance officials leaked a huge sigh of sigh.

Darkwolf and Servel Rabbit are demons around level 20 and Almiraj around level 30.

Pomera advised me not to use Dimension Pockets in public as much as possible, but to rely on magic bags.

Apparently, the magic on the eighth floor really stands out.

She said that even the skilled adventurers, the C- and B-class adventurers, are at best able to reach the magic of the sixth tier.

Besides, the sixth floor is just too big a move and it really only overkills on top of the pointless time it takes to activate, so they're just people who can use it but don't use it in action.

I just thought it was an exaggeration, but for now, I'm going to pretend I'm convinced.

"You both just got promoted to an E-class adventurer the other day."

The official said so while checking our registration card.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Actually, there's talk right now about making Kanata and Pomera C-class adventurers on a special basis. Your strengths will obviously be above level C, and it would be more helpful to get someone with the strength to do the right thing, even as an Alliance. Immediately, that doesn't mean, if you can keep it in mind."

"Is that true?

Even for me, I wanted to be able to get a better request.

It's not a crusade request, it's just inefficient to have your guild do site buying.

Sometimes, if you get a higher rank as an adventurer, your registration card will replace your ID.

Because lords want to keep promising adventurers in their own territories as much as possible, they sometimes get privileges in lord-run facilities in some cities, and they've never moved over to keep them ranked anyway.

"Ya did it, Mr. Canata! Pomera feels... kind of like I got it besides Kanata and I'm sorry..."

Second, that's when I learned to kill more than I did behind it.

Looking back, Octavio was staring at us.

"Why did all those fucking kids... do some cowardly imitation?"

Octavio was whining about bumps and something.

... That's him again.

When my eyes met, I rang my tongue and walked to another.

Octavio was probably talking about feeling in the complex that he was a class D adventurer for 10,000 years.

He doesn't seem to think very well of me and Pomera, who are getting special treatment from the Alliance after completing good grades every day.

That little guy, who was Octavio's surrounding, recently stopped watching.

He may have left this city scared of me.

"You still have time today, Mr. Canata. In the afternoon, are you studying magic?

Whether you've gained confidence throughout your training, or whether you've opened your mind to me simply because you're with me, Pomera seems to have stopped eating a lot, at least against me, lately.

"Right...... right. It's something I've said before, but I actually have something I'd like to try. Let's go back to the inn for a little while."

"You've said it before, you've tried it...?

Pomera narrows her eyes anxiously.

Now, well... if you give the Uroboros Wheel to Pomera as well, you'll avoid it in case it happens.