Disciple of Immortal

Phyllia leaps forward and hands down to the sorcerer who stands on the roof.

"Philia, calm down!

Speak up, but there was no way to listen.

Unlike the usual naive ones, Filia's expression had a clear color of vigilance.

"Psst!"

Phyllia hits both hands.

The sorcerer's standing roof protruded, deformed and mimicked the face of the red-brown giant.

It is the power of the Sands of Dreams controlled by Philia.

I didn't think it was something that could be activated that wide and instantaneous.

The big face looking up into the sky opened his mouth and quickly closed and ate the sorcerer, he looked.

"Gotcha!

Phyllia says, but no.

For a moment, the sorcerer was turning to the blind spot of the giant.

Even I could have missed the speed.

From Philia, it should have seemed as if the giant had eaten the sorcerer.

"Philia! Pull that giant right in!

The magician stretches his arms out of his sleeve and peels off his gloves with his mouth.

I stretched my two fingers straight and poked the giant in the face.

The giant vibrates and stops moving like he's paralyzed.

Phyllia also vibrated all over her body, about to fall to the ground.

I'll support her body.

"Cucumber... Sorry, Kanata, Philia, no..."

That's what Filia says as she turns her eyes.

I have no physical strength at all.

That giant and the human figure over here, they're both the main body of the philia.

What HP and MP have in common, even when divided, was something I confirmed in the Zolophilia battle.

A rainbow light strikes and the face of the red-brown giant returns to just part of the roof.

The inhabitants of the city who noticed the commotion were screaming at the roof of the giant returning and at the mage standing on it.

"Ka, Kanata...... wasn't Filia, level, very high...?

Pomera comes to me in fear.

… Phyllia has a minimum level of 1800.

That magician was clearly superior to Philia.

Besides, he knew that destroying the flesh of "Sand of Dreams" would be hard to pass through, or he added vibration to Phyllia with strange martial arts to stop the whole movement.

I don't know if you knew The Sand of Dreams or if you simply lost your hand, but you are definitely a strong man.

The sorcerer re-fitted the gloves and turned to me again.

He kicked the roof and disappeared.

I drop my gaze on Philia in my arms.

Now his body seemed paralyzed, but he didn't seem to have taken any particular damage.

"... I'm sorry, Philia. Mr. Pomera, Philia, please! I... I'll go after that magician earlier!

I left the physically immobile filia to Pomera.

"Pomera, do you want Filia?!?

Pomera was confused even as she held the filia.

"Damn, were people today hostile to the Pomeras? Phyllia set it up unilaterally, and it just seems like she got stuck..."

I don't know that yet.

However, you could have done damage to Phyllia.

It is conceivable that there was no hostility that just drove him into inaction.

Instead, I knew who I was.

Back length and hair were consistent with Renaele.

Because of the distance, the red gradient with characteristic hair tips could not be confirmed.

But Lunaere would also explain that extraordinary strength and Philia's vigilance.

If Filia sensed the filth of the Underworld and the height of Renaele's magic, it's not surprising that she overreacted and went on a pre-emptive strike.

Most of all, it's hard to imagine that the Renaele who said all that came out of the underground labyrinth lightly.

After spending a thousand years in the underground labyrinth, I don't even think I could have done something outside now.

If it was so easy to get your hips up, I'd wish you'd come out with me, but I take it personally.

However, although it was slightly uncomfortable, the atmosphere was very similar to that of Renaele.

I rushed to the bottom of the building where the sorcerer stood.

Signs are interrupting.

I don't know where it went from here.

"Now... a creepy guy was standing on the roof, right? Where'd he go?

"What, an engagement between adventurers?

The people around them were bothering.

He had seen the sorcerer, but they didn't seem to know exactly where he was headed either.

I ran up to the roof of the building with my feet on the nearby wall.

Look around, but there was no such thing as an earlier sorcerer.

I'm not going to be able to follow any signs either.

"Mr. Renaele, is there any way..."

I groaned on the roof alone.

If it's Lunaere, there's no reason to come after me at this time, no reason to run away from me.

I do feel like the atmosphere looked like her, but she shouldn't have had such a gruesome robe.

Simply because he wanted to meet with Renaele, he may have thought of the trivial commonalities forcefully linked to her.

But then, then, when you come to the magic city, all of a sudden, you're being watched by more than Zolophilia.

Hostility is still unclear, but it is likely that we are about to get caught up in troublesome things.

I should have packed more distances at once and checked the levels in the Status Check.

I'm sure some other day, I'll face that sorcerer.

Maybe he was simply someone who had come to notice and observe Philia's anomaly.

Alfred, the adventurer I saw in the city, came to see the S-class adventurer in the magic city, but was half retired and unfortunate, he said.

Was it that S-class adventurer, not Renaele?

"Oh, hey, did anyone run off the wall at a hell of a speed right now?

"That's just your fault."

"There, I have footprints..."

I hear voices from under the building.

Bad, I went straight without thinking it might be Renaele.

Weirdly, if it stands out, it can lead to another dangerous group looking at it.

"Short-range metastasis (short gate)"

I floated the magic formation and flew under the roof.

We didn't have enough distance on the ground, but we landed safely and decided to leave the scene and return to Pomera and the others.