Disciple of Immortal

Pomera set up a scepter and turned to Octavio.

"Po, it's nice to say bad things about Pomera...... I can't allow you to say bad things about Kanata! Please withdraw!

"There's no human trash. You know, pointing a cane at me means you want to get smashed to death, right?

Octavio goes to Pomera awesome.

But Pomera did not turn a blind eye and glanced back at Octavio.

Octavio deepened the wrinkles on his face, as he was even more murdered by the look of Pomera.

"You know what? Apparently, you really want to get killed, dude. Mixing with the woodland havoc is a good way to imitate a lot of licks."

I went out in front of Pomera.

"What are you talking about? I don't really think it's a friendly attitude."

"It's obvious, right? I'm an adventurer with a hobby, and the bonkers seem a little retarded."

Octavio roughed his nose and took the axe he was carrying.

"I don't care, you're the one. Off the hook suddenly disappeared, so I thought it might be better if you guys left me alone... but your behavior touched me so hard that I ordered the same request to tail it."

Off must be the little guy who tried to swarm us with goblins around Octavio.

"What do we do?"

Don't delude me.

Octavio opens his eyes wide.

There was blue muscle floating in my temples.

"Like you, there's a guzzle like you buying credit for money, so a serious adventurer like me eats the crack. You'll find out you're earning merit points by flushing the remains of the demons you purchased in the back to your guild. Other guys don't say that. The guild wants to make money, but it's so coarse from us. You idiot, let the money tell you what to do."

... was that how they suspected it?

If the traveling adventurer who did flutter and visit chose Pomera as his companion, and made a good track record and graduated, it might look odd.

But in this case, that's not an important point.

Octavio was looking for an assassination by sending an off to make it look like a requested accident, even before Pomera and I had a track record.

In short, this guy's just chasing me around because Pomera and I don't care.

"... that little guy... I was going to get a warning from Mr. Off to you that he left this city before he told you?

"What a mess... you bought it, didn't you? You're in a good position. No, you're playing adventurer, you're a different kind of punk with a magic bag."

"That's all you need to know when you're ready to come after us."

If I don't forgive you next time, I did tell Off that.

I've killed demons before, but humans have never touched them.

I'm not ready for that either.

But... if Octavio is so obsessively after us, it can't be any sweeter.

A little more, maybe we should also take outrageous measures.

"You think you're ready? It is up to you to do so. Killing outside the city is not going to bring the killer to justice unless it's rare anyway. Anyway, he's like a low-level, useless, mixed-up piece of garbage, walking flirtatiously away from his parents, not to mention his boobs. Nobody cares if you die. Pets and owners, we'll kill each other."

I'm pissed off by Octavio's words, too.

The rhetoric that stuck on me is ruinous, but my sense of downsight for Pomera is awesome.

Sometimes Octavio's killing me more than the Pomera I've been watching downstairs may be a C-level adventurer candidate.

Pomera had heard Octavio's words and was biting her lips spicy.

I saw it and was unnecessarily frustrated.

I trusted Pomera's humanity, which helped me as a stranger without looking at myself, and I chose to be one of them because we had a mutual interest.

She is never useless.

That's true for me, and so much so that Roy was trying to resist me when he was supposed to let go of Pomera.

If she's really useless, there's no way she would do that.

Pomera always works hard to help people, and she has both the ability and the courage to act.

I don't think she was really as useless as she was somewhat inferior to Roy's level.

Besides, Octavio refers to Pomera as a low level, but now Pomera is at a much higher level.

"... ok. Then let us prove that Mr. Octavio's allegations are false. So, you can pull back."

"What...?

Octavio looks puzzled.

"Fight Mr. Pomera, one-on-one. So if you lose, don't get involved with us again. If she loses, I'll give you this magic bag, my life or anything."

"Pomera, are you there? I don't know why, but if it proves otherwise, I don't care if Kanata comes out..."

"I regret that Mr. Pomera has been told so far. Don't you regret it, Mr. Pomera?

"Well, I don't feel that way, nor do I..."

Pomera turns to Octavio because she is not confident.

He or she should also know that he or she is overwhelmed at the level, but may not be able to picture himself or herself well when he or she wins because he or she has no experience of interpersonal matches per se.

"Let's bust him. Now, Mr. Pomera, it should be possible enough."

"Wow, I get it. Pomera, I'll try!

Pomera put her strength into her hand holding the scepter and approached Octavio.

"First, you mean kill me from this woman? Which way I was going to kill you both... okay, right in front of you, I'm gonna tear this human pseudo apart!