Disciple of Immortal

"If you insist that it's really your feat, fine. Let me show you proof of that."

Alfred pulled his sword out of his sheath and waved lightly on the spot.

Tension runs around me.

"I'm not leaving with my shame scratched either. Get on the table, Pomera, calling herself the Virgin. Perform a duel. I'll skin you off."

I was a jerk far beyond my expectations.

Pomera bent her mouth to the letter and stared at Alfred and looked back at me.

"... can I come, Mr. Canata"

Pomera is uncommonly angry about how Alfred's words and behavior were handicapped.

I guess the only thing that got me confirmation was that it would be okay for people around me to know that there was a level to defeat Alfred.

I've told Pomera many times too that I don't want to be seen by someone who is too conspicuous and more than equal.

However, a little bit above Alfred, or so, there won't be a problem.

Even considering the financial aspects, it's too itchy to keep acting like a B-class adventurer.

I will not be able to carry out ether development.

I invite Pomera small.

Pomera came closer to me.

"If that's what you mean, I don't mind if you do it out of hand.... just shouldn't we just keep our heads down properly here and keep it done?

"Hey, I hear you."

Turning to his voice, right next to Pomera, there was Alfred's head.

He's staring at me with his bloody eyes.

"Ugh!

I lagged behind by accident.

Apparently, when I called Pomera, she was coming with me close to her ear for some reason.

I didn't expect you to come here to listen to me so blatantly.

Alfred waved his sword.

The blade ran to the guild floor and the reception counter.

From the nicely cut marks, the smoke was rising due to friction.

A whirling voice rises from the surrounding wild horses.

"You want me to give him a break? You've made a fool of me for a long time."

"... ok. Let Pomera be your opponent."

To Pomera's words, Alfred distorted his mouth and gave him an unpleasant grin.

"But nothing. Pomera doesn't have to have you believing in cod like that. It doesn't matter what you think about Ragno or whatever it is because I just wanted the money. So could you swallow one condition?

"What, a condition?

"Pomera doesn't matter what they say. But if Pomera wins, apologize to Kanata for calling Kanata in her hipster scarf even though she doesn't know anything about it, and for freshly summoning her with a scathing argument! Kanata was the first person to throw a party on par with such a pomela!

"That's hilarious that you're going to beat me. Fine, I'll swallow the terms of anything. Follow me."

Alfred walks outside.

After him, a pomela follows him, bent in the letter to his mouth.

"Po, Mr. Pomera! I'm glad you're angry for me, but nothing, I'd rather not deal with them anymore..."

As I tried to chase after Pomera, Filia ran over me and approached Pomera.

"Philia too! Filia wants to fight with Pomera too!

You're mistaken for some kind of play, your eyes sparkling.

I chased Philia in a panic and held her back.

"Fi, Philia, no! Absolutely not because I can't help it!

It would be outrageous if the power of "Sands of Dreams" were freed up here.

Or I could kill you with momentum.

Moved outside the Adventurer Alliance.

Pomera and Alfred stood facing each other, and a wild horse lined up a short distance away to watch them.

I was one of them.

What the hell happened to this?

"It won't be a magician's time. I'll keep my distance and fight for you. It doesn't make sense if I don't win on unfavourable terms."

The time between the two was about five meters.

Step in and you'll reach the sword.

"Thank you for your sentiments. But pomela is fine. Even Pomera will have trouble complaining later"

"Stupid bitch."

Naturally because it is an extension of the discourse, we both looked badly together.

Nevertheless, the level difference between Pomera and Alfred is more than double.

Whatever happens, Pomera won't lose......

"Good luck! Good luck, Pomera!

Philia smiles and waves with pleasure.

Saila, Alfred's companion, had been forced to play the signal role of initiation.

Sarah looked disgusted, too.

She seemed to admire Alfred, but even called her current condition a seizure.

I guess this duel doesn't feel comfortable either.

"... defeat when one of them admits to losing or can no longer communicate his own will. Okay, let's get started."

Put down the hand that Sarah raised.

At that moment, Alfred pops up and packs the distance to Pomera.

He pulled out the sword that stabbed him in the sheath and pressed to slash and fly the great wand of Pomera.

"Spirit Magic Lv6" Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fonzball) "!

As Pomera retreated behind her back, she floated the magic formation with a great wand.

A sphere of flame about the size of a person's head floated forward of Pomera.

The Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fons Ball) is a magic that temporarily borrows the fiery balls produced by the Fox Spirit, living in the Spirit World.

I have an easy will and fly around to assist the surgeon.

If we inadvertently expose ourselves to our true strengths, we run the risk of being caught in the eye from above.

I also tell Pomera that if she wants to fight, I want her to give me a break.

I don't suppose you're willing to advance the battle with the push of level differences or the wide-ranging high firepower of high-altitude magic.

Probably going to keep Alfred away with the Fire Spirit Fox Flame Ball (Fons Ball) and defeat him with other magic.

Alfred flew to the side, avoiding the Fire Spirit Fox Flaming Ball (Fons Ball) and trying to slash him into Pomera.

But the sphere of flames moves to interrupt between Alfred and Pomera.

Pomera was also traveling to hide in the sphere of flames.

"Trouble magic......! Well, they're certainly not just miscellaneous fish."