Disciple of Immortal

After ordering Ranho's crusade request, he decided to prepare himself for food and other minimum preparations and quickly leave the city for the woods.

I got it in the Adventurer Alliance, check the paperwork with the details of the request.

Some of them were maps describing the distribution of the frequency of Raño's occurrence.

I want to hunt quickly, so I am visiting a hazardous area with a high frequency of occurrences in Ragno, recommended by Grade B and above.

"But... that's odd. Pomera has never heard the Monster Parade occur so extensively in a kind of demon."

Pomera says strangely.

"Is it a precursor to something not good?

"Perhaps. Even the Adventurer Alliance seems to be investigating it."

The documents on the request also state that apart from Ragno's crusade certification site, if we can report strong information on the matter, we will issue a special reward.

He seems very alert to this anomaly.

I thought there were just a few more D-level demons, but maybe things aren't as light as I think they are.

"... Kanata, it looks like it's time to get close. I feel signs of demons."

That's what Pomera says.

Close your eyes when you are told, sharpen your five senses.

Sure, I feel the same signs as when I was escorting the carriage.

As before, Ragno seemed to lurk in the ground.

Also, apart from that, I felt someone approaching us.

On a nearby tree, a figure in a black coat appeared.

I see metal protective equipment underneath my coat.

On his face, he wore a simple metal mask mimicking a goat.

It bears a crucifix metal rod.

It was nearly as thick as my fist grip.

A big magic wand that far is rare.

From the side of the mask, three orange braids were dripping.

"Oh, woman...?

Pomera puts her wand on the tree and speaks with fear as she guards herself.

The goat mask jumps and lands on the ground.

The protective equipment wrapped around him seems to be quite heavy, so there was light smoke.

"It's a lot of alertness. You don't know it's a danger zone."

A creaking voice echoes from the back of the mask.

"Hunt my neighborhood. All the mutton fish in the way should leave. I would have kicked you out if you hadn't, but you're less powerful than you were. It's a matter of obeying adults."

The masked man told us that unilaterally.

"What the hell are you..."

Adventurers working solo are rare.

Besides, I don't see many adventurers wearing such strong protective gear.

I'm a sorcerer type to detect from weapons, but if so, it's odd that it's a bee guard so far.

Even the swordsman type of person who presupposes the White Soldier War has never seen him consolidate his protection so far.

"I'm a class A adventurer, Rosmond. You don't know me from this city, do you? I don't want your name, leave me alone."

Class A Adventurer... Does that mean Alfred Class Adventurer?

When I think about it, the frivolous appearance also makes me look a little cute.

"Thank you for your concern. However, we are here once we know the danger... don't worry..."

"Things are poorly understood. I don't know anything about you. Out of my way. So I'm telling you to disappear. Because it's hard to get prey, and it's hard to fight when a mouse wanders around a little bit."

Rosmond sticks his armour-covered arm out to us and bends his finger.

The joint rubs and makes a metal noise.

"I hate it when it comes to fighting for money, but I think I'm gonna have to threaten you a little bit."

Rosmond took a giant metal wand.

"If it seems to stick any further, I must remind you that it is called my Rosmond of Doom. Come on, what do we do?

Tensions ran over Rosmond's words.

He's not going to pull back easily.

This argument and unilateral threat make us fall back... but if we are in contention, winning will leave us with an extra source of evil.

The other side is based in the magic city of Manarak, and is a trusted adventurer named Class A.

Fighting is not a very good idea, or...

You might want to step back here and hunt Laño somewhere else.

"Okay. Let us leave..."

That's when Phyllia stepped forward with a confident smile and turned her arms to Rosmond.

"Stop! Philia, stay back!

If you throw even the Initial Dragon again, Rosmond dies as the surrounding terrain changes.

"Philia, I don't care about that uncle...... I thought I could help you..."

Phyllia said ruefully and leaned down.

"What's that kid? Are you making fun of me?

Rosmond came one step closer to us.

"Shh, excuse me, I'll be on my way..."

I bow my head.

"That guy... sounds like a sorcerer of sorcerer type, Mr. Canata"

I tilted my neck at Pomera's words.

"Sorcerer......? Where did you think that was?

Soothsarah knows.

Indicates a mage who specializes in a wide range of attacks, among magicians.

I'm more or less obsessed with anything but white magic too, so I should be in the frame of a soothsaurus for once.

I just don't think Rosmond in particular would have suggested he was a sorcerer of the Sorcerer type.

The alias for "Destroyed Rosmond" does sound like a sorcerer, but it would be premature to speculate on the style of combat alone.

"Where do you say...... Pomera thinks that that thorough protective equipment can't be anything other than a soothsarah. I haven't seen much of a soothsarah...... with that protective gear and heavy cane, I don't think he's very good at proximity standing around. That mask is also meant to hinder the blast more than swords and nails. Perhaps to prevent the aftermath of your magic."

"I don't know how low I've ever seen a Soothsarah before... but that woman still seems to know more about it."

Rosmond laughs with her nose.

"... do you bother wearing heavy protective equipment to prevent magical aftermath? I think I just haven't been able to control the magic properly. It seems easier to fight without stretching your back and using the magic of the right level for your height..."

Renaele also taught me all sorts of knowledge about magic, but I don't think he had a particular mouthful of tactics to wrap his armor around and let go of the big magic.

Because I know the magic I use in the first place beforehand, it should be sufficient to prevent aftermath even if it is a robe that has been given special resistance.

"Ka, kanata, before, before..."

I only intended to raise questions about Pomera's words, but I noticed that Rosmond was able to get me killed.

Oh, that... did you really?

"... no, it's nothing. I'm sorry, I was ignorant."

I bowed my head, but it was already too late.

"What a mess you've made of me! I'm sorry for threatening you so early!

Rosmond slammed a great scepter on the ground imitating the cross.