Disciple of Immortal

Me and Pomera, who received a crusade request from the Adventurer Alliance for Class D Adventurers, were both headed to a plain outside the city.

Unless it's a more special circumstance, the majority of crusade requests are often in the immediate vicinity of the city.

Because the crusade request itself is mainly issued for the purpose of ensuring the safety of roads around the city and with other cities.

The target of this crusade is Iron Cow, who appears on the plains.

It looks like a big bull whose overdeveloped giant metallic horn covers his entire face and is shaped like a creepy mask.

You think there's a strong assault with a full weight on the masked face, and the body is as tough as metal, even if not as much as the mask?

They call it a lot between steel bulls, rampaging steel bulls and adventurers.

The strength guide was around level 25 in adults, and I'm not supposed to struggle first with the current Pomera, regardless.

About an hour after I left the city, I was able to find three Iron Cows.

As I was telling you, it was a creepy mask.

If you dare to compare it, it resembles a Moai statue.

The crusade proof site is set as that facial mask.

It is slightly tense, but it seems that it can be melted and processed, making it useful.

In addition, depending on the part of the meat, it is set in the purchasing material as edible.

The surface is stiff and unsuitable for cooking, but the inner side is said to be an expensive ingredient.

Iron Cow came forward with momentum the moment he found this one.

They are belligerent.

"It's been a long time since you fought the demons."

I turn to Pomera.

It means leaving Pomera to the Iron Cows.

Pomera snorted, squeezing her wand forward.

I wanted her to have a real sense of the results of the level increase.

Indeed, in a dying sturdy demon co-opponent, you won't be able to do anything like check the level up achievement.

Whether level 38 goes to level 201 or not, both can only be the same degree of abrasion at best if you try from the demons status.

Pomera closes her eyes and breathes.

They're going to use spiritual magic.

Spirit magic, which requires breathing with the Spirit, demands a high degree of concentration.

In my opinion, in order to bring out the true value of spiritual magic, I need to master the Bilateral Mind Act.

With that, we can fill that gap by other magical attacks while breathing with the Spirit.

Maybe it's time to teach Pomera the Twin Hearts Act.

"Instead, if it was about Iron Cow, I'd be glad to have bare hands..."

Pomera opens her eyes and turns her scepter toward the attacking Iron Cows.

Spirit Magic Lv8: Flash of Fire Spirit Lizard (Salamander Crow)

Flaming nail strikes run.

A flash of flame ran on the earth.

The bodies of the Iron Cows were torn up and down, rolling over the ground in flames.

Pomera opened her mouth and looked at Iron Cow, but looked back at me happily.

"Ka, Mr. Kanata! Pomera, we're done! Properly, Pomera, you were able to be strong!

The masks fell to the ground, peeling from the Iron Cows as Pomera blew away with spiritual magic.

During the collision with the ground, the sound of Gashan sounded.

Pomera shook her shoulders frightened by the sound and looked forward softly.

... the mask of the crusade proof site was falling apart.

It would be because he was split up and down with a flash of Pomera's spiritual magic and slapped to the ground where it softened with high heat.

Fragments were also curved into strange shapes.

The meat is also burnt black.

If a Level 25 Iron Cow had a Level 201 Pomera unleashing spiritual magic at all costs, that would be what would happen.

I picked up the shard and then gently put it back on the ground.

"... let's find another Iron Cow"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kanata... I wonder if it makes any sense if it's not the maximum firepower magic..."

Pomera and I have been walking for a while looking for Iron Cow.

Along the way, we were to eat while resting in the shadow of a tree.

Dried bread and dried meat predominated among adventurers' meals, purchased from adventurers' grocery stores.

"... now, will the Roys treat you equally with Pomera?

Pomera got the leather water inlet and groaned a little anxiously.

"I think we should aim for something other than Roy and the others..."

But Pomera's will to resent people while resenting the situation is something that must be respected.

If Pomera is thinking about it as a first step in her goal, first and foremost, getting along with Roy and the others, she won't be forced to stop it.

Anyway, if that's going to lead to trouble, it's not the story.

"We've raised the level so far, and it's still enough, and I'm sure they'll never get in the way..."

I thought that far and remembered that Roy was level 14.

"... there's too much level difference, that sounds a little giddy"

"I knew I felt that way! Isn't that right? I knew you would!?

"Yes, indeed, it might have been more convenient to have been a little lower to get along with Mr. Roy... but you'd rather have some more levels to live safely while doing your adventurer business"

"... that level 200 isn't enough... what situation does that assume?

"Oh, that's how my master Renaele..."

"Um... Pomera, I always wondered if Kanata, that Lunaere, had fooled you in any way...?

That's not possible.

Because neither the benefit nor the reason for Renaele to teach me lies exists.

If there's anything I don't know about Lunaere's thoughts, that could happen, but there's no way Lunaere would try to disparage others by spitting such lies.

Her purity and tenderness are something I know very well.

Pomera stood up as I poured the breadcrumbs caught in my throat with water.

"... Somebody, looks like they're coming this way. Did you get the same request?

I got up too and looked around.

From the city, a man was walking straight towards us.

In a very wide shape, a prominent big axe.

There was still a distance, but at first glance I knew who it was.

It's Octavio, a class D adventurer.

When I met him, Octavio laughed and his face creased deeper.

"hey... dumb magician of the bonbong aristocracy, woodland rough garbage kept on the road by him"

It was a disgusting grin, full of malice and hostility.