Disciple of Immortal

After the duel, Pomera was hanging white magic on several of the people involved in the blown up Alfred.

"White Magic Lv4" Healing Shizuku (Heel) "

When Pomera chants, the magic formation floats, and the body of the person standing in front is wrapped in white light.

"Whoa! I think your body's lighter than it was before you got hurt! Thanks!

"Yes, no... well, it's Pomera's fault..."

Every time Pomera was thanked, she had a look that seemed complicated.

... because the wand broke when I punched Alfred, so now I'm wrapping it with tape to reinforce it.

It's only a first aid, so when you get your crusade reward safely, replace Pomera's cane too.

There were plenty of voices around me praising Pomera.

"I didn't know you would defeat that disgusting adventurer, just like a baby!

"What happened to that fight? I watched it, but I didn't understand it. It looked like Alfred was flying away when I hit him with a cane."

Whenever I hear a voice like that, Pomera's face gets cloudier and smaller with her shoulders narrower and smaller.

"Whoa, you didn't see the magic flow? It's a wind manipulated attack by an item."

It was the end of hearing such a voice.

I see, was that a wind magic attack by an item?

"... well, good job, Mr. Pomera"

"Sasa but Pomera! Wow! Strong!

When I speak to Pomera, Filia is happy and in tune.

"Philia also fought that swordsman!

I want you to stop.

In the opening seconds, I hallucinated Alfred, who was crushed by a hand growing from the ground.

It may have been unfortunate luck for Alfred that the dueling opponent was a commonsense Pomera.

"I'm sorry...... Mr. Canata. Kanata was right. We should have stayed back without dealing with that argument."

"Yes, no, if that's about it, I'll be fine... maybe"

... But it's called the Philia's Initial Dragon Throw, it's called this one case, and Pomera may have been born to stars like that.

If you don't just take it to level 1000 or so with the spell mirror leveling, she could be dangerous considering later.

The guys who guessed Pomera's level was around 200 don't even have to come after her.

Even I don't always get to be next to Pomera.

"... and thank you for being so angry for me. I didn't mean to bother him, but I was glad to hear it."

"Ka, Kanata......!

Pomera turns red on her cheeks and looks up at my face.

"I will continue to do my best to repay you, Pomera, even a little......!

"Yes, no, I was glad, but I was wondering if you didn't have to work so hard on this..."

There, the sound of the applause approached.

Turn your face, and the man with the pointed hat of the example stood.

"Brilliant, Virgin Pomera...... Exposing trump cards in front of the masses, even in a duel of your own, is something foolish to do... but I didn't know you were trying to hide the style of battle itself. Even I was deceived until that moment..."

Pomera tilted her neck and then looked at me for answers.

But I also have no idea what he's trying to say.

"I didn't know that that high-ranking spiritual magic or white magic wasn't for real, it was just a hiding place to poke your intentions and definitely end up with bars. At a time when I was too used to fighting between swords, I should have noticed. No, it's funny."

"... Yes?

"It's no use blurring. I didn't expect to use Alfred's sword momentum released from close range to prevent and crush his opponent's weapon in just a dozen strokes and attack at the same time. It was cleverly disguised as a coarse big-shot, but it was an extremely sharp and elaborate dozen, as if throwing the fruit, the thread, through the needle"

Pomera looked at me with a troubled face.

Maybe I would have looked the same.

"Pomera, wow! Pomera, I could do that!

Phyllia is getting dry.

I can't do this.

"Oh, um..."

Pomera tried to say something, but the guy with the pointy hat took control of it with his hand.

"Whoa, don't be so vigilant. Let me report this to the Alliance Master from my mouth, except for that. I didn't come here to talk to you to find out. No elephant can even know what this battle was. As the only seer, I honestly wanted to praise the backdrop of this battle. That's just it..."

The man with the pointy hat said so with a glance at the others standing.

Pomera would have had a lot to say too, but she kept her mouth shut tight.

I guess I decided not to say anything.

The man with the pointed hat grinned and turned his back on us.

"Huf, I was given the illusion that it was a force that I abandoned myself and unleashed on my samurai, but that can't be true. So it's not like I know how many levels it's going to take to blow Alfred the A-level adventurer so lightly."

When I heard that, I felt like I was covered in cold water.

The man left without looking back.

Actually, isn't he a pretty amazing guy who seems to be talking about all the off-target stuff?

When we were thinking about going back to the Adventurer Alliance to get Ragno's reward, we heard something that bothered us.

"While it ripens near and far, white magic is also top notch...... Maybe even line up for the S-class adventurer in our capital, Master Cotone...?

"No, that's not good. Master Cotone is clearly of a different size. You've never really seen that one before, so you can say that."

Dear Kotone......?

Sure, it was about having one, S-class adventurer in this city.

But the name doesn't sound like this country.

No way, are you the same metastasizer as me?

No, not necessarily.

Rovis' men also had a kimono woman named Yozakla, but Rovis said she came from another country.

That's when I heard voices coming from behind me.

"Oh, uh, white magic... can you please...? Naturally, we will pay for it in words…"

When I looked at her voice, it was Alfred's buddy, Sarah.

He carried Alfred, who was bloodstained and had his white eyes peeled off, pointing towards Pomera with a troubled face.