Disciple of Immortal

"I can't believe I only handled D-grade items in Witchling..."

I shrugged as I walked through the magic city of Manarak, holding my head down.

I tried to hit other stores since then, but I couldn't help it.

How much in the hell did Renaele store up all those substandard items?

I had intended to know a lot about the standards of this world, but the average person didn't think that even if they put a lot of money on it, they would get about a D-grade item at best.

Think of it, the general adventurer was also under the impression that if he was as strong as Octavio, the Class D adventurer, he would have been better.

To get a better item than this, go get it yourself, or I'm sure you'll need something like a twat.

"Um... could Pomera have drank the very expensive potion like hot water...?

At the time of the "Bullmoon" neckline of the Class D item, it had a value of 340,000 gold on it.

If you think it goes on with D, C, B, A, legend, and myth, then the Epic Potion, God's Blood Ether, must come at a hell of a price.

...... although it would not be an option to sell even if it were surplus, as we would have to do something too conspicuous and avoid something that would be a useless battle with other transferees and the "Human Demon Dragon".

"Yeah...... I don't really know the guidelines yet, but maybe five million gold a cup......?

I answer thoughtfully.

In the meantime, I answered it thoroughly and appropriately.

"Ooh, oh, five million!? I'm sorry, I'm sorry Pomera, I didn't know it was such an expensive thing...! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'll obey Kanata for everything, and, uh, I'll throw up right now and give it back a little bit!

Pomera panicked when she heard the price.

"Yes, no, I just said it appropriately! I think maybe it's actually a little lower. Plus, I just got it from Mr. Renaele, too!

While I was talking, I was also made to realize that I owe Renaele probably over 100 million gold lightly.

Several mythical items had been ceded from her, including "The Curse Mirror of the Distorted Realms".

... will there really be a day when I can repay you a little?

"Ka, who is Kanata's master, Renaele...? I just can't believe you're stronger than Kanata, but I can't believe you had any of those items... so incredible"

"Mr. Renaele is, uh, a deserter... He didn't want to be involved with the outside world, so you can't talk about him out of my mouth."

... and above all, Rich, the Immortal.

The presence of Renaele is never recognized by the Church, and the filth of her haunting underworld plants fear and disgust on intolerant human beings.

If he goes out poorly, Renaele will feel as sad as he did a thousand years ago.

Besides, if I sprinkle information where it's extra, the Church humans might set off on a crusade.

"Mr. Canata...... you really love Mr. Renaele. It always seems like a lot of fun or worrying. I'm sure Grandma will be delighted."

Pomera smiles at Nico and tells me.

"I think your grandmother is rude to Mr. Renaele......!

I look back at Pomera with a grump.

Pomera shuddered her shoulders.

"Hiya! Oh, I'm sorry!

So I immediately remembered telling Pomera that Renaele was eighty years old.

"Yes, no, it's nothing. I'm so sorry, I made my voice weirdly absurd..."

I pinched the cough and deceived.

I had forgotten that I had sprinkled my grandmother Renaele theory in the first place.

"............... that's fine, Kanata, are you, uh, spitting any lies about Mr. Renaele? Yes, no, I don't think I can help that, as I seem to be someone with circumstances that don't really make me appear on the table..."

Pomera squeezes the scepter and looks at me in surprise.

... If we keep talking about Renaele any more, we're going to wear it out in some way.

I laugh bitterly and find out if there's any way to change the subject.

"Kanata, kanata! Phyllia, that clothes store over there, I'd like to see it a little closer!

That's when Phyllia pulled the hem of my robe.

She shines her eyes, her arms opposite to pulling the hem of the robe, pointing her fingers at a clothing store in the distance.

It was a good time not to mention this.

I guess this kid, after all he looks at, is taking care to make it easier for me to move.

"All right, all right, Philia. I think you should give up the ingredients, and if they're not extremely expensive, I'll buy them for you."

"Yay! Philia, I love Canata!

Phyllia hugs me around my waist.

I decided to rip Philia's head off while I stroked her and head to the clothes store.

"Mmmm..."

Pomera was staring at my back so she wouldn't fall, but she came right after us.

Then Pomera shuddered for a little while.

"What's wrong?

"Yes, no, a little... chills... just like chills though. Perhaps it's the devil..."

Mouth like Pomera is in trouble.

That's when Philia opened her eyes and shook off my hand and jumped forward.

"Philia?

Late, poisonous, nostalgic, I felt such signs from afar.

Following Philia's gaze, a magician dressed in a thick black robe stood on a high roof.

He hides his arms with long, blurred sleeves and covers his head with a robe.

Throughout the robe, the sorcery ceremony was accompanied by blood red letters.

Regardless of its content, the level can be seen at a glance.

A magician a few steps above me.

Elves are a species that have lived a long life by interacting deeply with spirits living in the world and taming them to their bodies.

Sooner than me, you must have felt the unusual signs the sorcerer had unleashed.

Phyllia also appears to have the power of being held as an Alchemy Life Form (Homunculus).

It will also depend on the scene, but our sensing abilities are probably more than mine.

The sorcerer was staring at me.

From the hood, she had white silky smooth hair.