Disciple of Immortal

From the end of the "Evil Cleric Notes" commotion, a day went by.

The city was finally coming out of yesterday's mayhem.

"The Adventurer Alliance isn't working properly now, is it?

When I visited the Adventurer's Guild, near the entrance, I was called to that effect by a skinhead man.

Musculoskeletal, good gatai like octavio.

"Thank you. I was just thinking I might be out of line with an acquaintance and over here..."

I bowed my head small and thanked him.

The young girl who was following me also bowed her head to look at me and then imitate the movement.

"Thank you, thank you!

A strong faceted skinhead ripped nicely when she heard the girl's adorable thanks.

"Come on, brother, even though we're practically suspended right now, we're not bringing these sweet kids to the Adventurer Alliance."

"Excuse me... I'm like a kid lost in this commotion, I can't keep my eyes open..."

I laughed bitterly and headed inside the Adventurer Alliance.

I couldn't rendezvous with Pomera after the Zolophilia crusade, and it was nighttime as it was.

He didn't even seem to be back at the inn, so he came to say he might show his face to the Adventurer Alliance.

Pomera, at the Adventurer's Guild lounge, was stuck at her desk with an unfathomable face.

... Looks a little thin overnight.

"Ka, kanata..."

Pomera, who found me, brings a little light back into her eyes.

"Good luck..."

... Apparently, he was very busy yesterday.

With this look, it's likely he wasn't asleep.

I'm sorry I gave up and went back to the inn after a little searching for Pomera.

I sat in front of Pomera.

"Oh, um... what happened yesterday since then?

"Maybe it's no different than what we're talking about out there. The Evil Cleric Notes were hidden in the Lords' Hall."

When I hear a note, Pomera trembles on my shoulder.

"Ho... really, the Notes of the Human Demon Dragon were in this city... So..."

"So... or, uh, I knocked you down. The mansion collapsed in the aftermath..."

Pomera rounds her eyes.

Because of the surprise, the colour of fatigue had disappeared from my face for a moment.

If I had lost, this city would have been devastated, and I wouldn't have shown up here in the first place.

"Ka, Kanata, that... that sounds like you can afford it..."

"I looked it up later, but in Human Demon Dragon, the notes looked like they were down there."

I thought it had a little piece on it for the way it was called.

Depending on his estimated level, he may also be certified as a "human demon dragon" depending on the scale of the damage and his ideas.

It seems that Notts' individual combat ability was not as good as that.

I had lower ambient levels than I thought, so I was wondering if I might be a substandard high level outside, but apparently that was thought-provoking around coming to this city and fighting level 3000 Zolophilia in a few weeks.

Renaele was still right.

The stronger humans than me, the demons, must be lurking in this world.

I have to try not to get distracted, too.

"Oh, no, lightly..."

Pomera looks at me and makes me puff my mouth.

Then he glanced behind my back.

"So... you know, that kid... what's up?

I looked at the girl sitting next to me.

She had spirally irregularly curled, distinctive hair.

The colour of the hair is split between a light pink pigment and a yellow green one.

The appearance age is around ten years.

As I looked at that hair, I remembered a mask with a strange spiral pattern of Zolophilia, left and right splitting colors in red and green.

"Play! Play!

He looks around in his guild restlessly, cuddling up to my arms properly.

To that naive smile, the strong faces of the adventurer are also unexpectedly smiling and waving.

"What do you mean... what do we do..."

I covered my face with my hands and sighed.

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After leaving the collapsed Garland mansion, he stood behind him when he found out.

As a result of the Status Check, it turns out to be level 1800, so no doubt about it.

Zolophilia was destroying her personality by the curse of Notts' ancestors to tailor her to God.

At the end of the day, I destroyed the curse by cause-and-effect rupture (Karma Breaker), so I guess the personality of the original element is on the table.

I was also alarmed that I had defeated Karma Breaker, but it was less powerful than I thought because I stretched out the twentieth floor of unfamiliar space-time magic and used it.

Or you can't just re-kill Zolophilia, who has now regained her purer personality.

even if she was an oversized hazardous material.

As he stroked Zorophilia's head, he stretched out on his desk comfortably and meditated his eyes.

He likes to be touched on the head.

… although this body should have been made by Zolophilia in The Sand of Dreams.

"You're protecting a lost child... right?

Pomera asks terribly.

"I do... I don't know..."

"I can't even walk you all the time... and when you're settled, why don't you leave it in the church? It's like I'm keeping a bunch of kids lost in this commotion right now."

I don't want to, but when something happens, if Zolophilia has a seizure, this city could blow up.

Even if it's meant to be a play for Zorophilia, it can be a killing for the surroundings.

If you were kidnapped, you could exploit The Sands of Dreams.

"... wouldn't there be a priest there, like, level 3000?

"There isn't! Are you all right, Mr. Canata, and aren't you hung by some weird magic on your notebook?

"That's right..."

I dropped my shoulder disappointingly.

In the meantime, I may have to keep an eye on Zorophilia until I find someone of a high level who's going to replace me.

Her contents are only children.