Disciple of Immortal

Early the morning after the Adventurer Alliance meeting, I was on my way to the Adventurer Alliance with Pomera and Philia.

At Gannett's request, to accompany the escort of the mass movement of the people of the city in preparation for the invasion of the Demon King.

"I don't know when a bunch of demons will show up! Get out of here with your valuables right away!

"Oh, no, I'm in trouble if they say that all of a sudden! Warcraft, etc., why don't we chase it back! Even though there are S-class adventurers in this city, Mr. Cotone!

The city was in a lot of fuss.

Lords' private soldiers and adventurers were running around and making evacuation recommendations.

"Kanata... that's what I knew, but it's been a hell of a thing..."

Pomera glanced around and zeroed in.

I know how Pomera feels.

At the Adventurers' Conference stage, I knew that somehow things seemed out of the ordinary now.

After seeing how the city was doing, I guess it finally made me realize the weight of things.

I was the same.

Gannett ignored the request and told us he didn't resent running away alone early.

From that point of view, even the highest-ranking adventurer would probably be a life-threatening situation if he took the trouble to escape from the magical city.

There is no difference between running away on your own and traveling with a large number of subjects to protect.

A little, I might have taken it lightly.

"... just Mr. Pomera and Philia, maybe we should have had them move to another city first"

"What are you talking about, Mr. Canata? Pomera, no matter how dangerous, will escort you to Kanata!

Pomera made a powerful fist grip and told me so.

"... and if Phyllia is dangerous enough, no one in this city will be helped."

Pomera glanced at Filia.

Phyllia was in the mood and was leaking her hunch and nose.

"Leave it to me, Pomera! Filia, I'm gonna kill Raño all over!

...... Filia is too heartfelt.

However, if I get too busted by Filia, more and more Pomera will be remembered by the people of the city as a monster stained person.

"... Philia, you know, try harder"

"Yeah! I'll do what Kanata says! Kill as many as you can!

Can't we do something about the noise?

When I was smiling bitterly, I felt a strange gaze from behind.

I thought it was my fault, but Philia was trembling and looking back at the same time.

He looks around in a frightened manner.

I'll stop and look around too, but I can't find any suspicious shadows.

"... Kanata, you were being followed by someone right now"

Pomera stares behind her with a murky look.

Elves are good at handling spirits, so they're also good at reading people's signs.

"It could be Alfred. If it's a square duel, I don't think such a man could harm Mr. Canata... but be careful."

I snorted small at Pomera's words.

'... I'm obsessed. You think you won with something like that. Kuk...... I don't know the purpose of the meeting, but apparently an excellent opportunity has been prepared. I'm gonna make you regret scratching my shame.'

That's what he did say when we met at the Adventurers' Conference.

I don't think I'm setting anything up with all that.

I can also think of pulling my legs during a request for a dangerous escort.

Philia was staring at one place with her eyes open.

Her expression had fright.

"... Philia?

"I felt it before...... I feel bad. Filia, I'm scared."

"Before...?

Philia's words reminded me of a time when Philia had previously challenged a black robe mage and been kicked in the ass.

... I couldn't see her face then, and if it wasn't possible, it would have erased that possibility, but now that I think about it, it's likely she was Renaele.

What if you were really worried about how I was, chasing me and wandering around?

Assuming that's the case............... Honestly, I'm a little happy.

"Yes, are you there? Mr. Renaele...... So, no, right?

Speak up, but there's no response.

Already, it felt like some sign had been lost from the scene.

I thought I'd look for it, but I don't have that time.

I'm out at my leisure, but I can't delay the time of the Adventurer Guild promise.

"... let's go. I don't know if we were really followed."

When I gave up and flipped forward, a man wearing a black coat and a goat mask caught my eye.

"Are you on your way to the guild, too? … hun, I'm sorry, but with you, the escort would be cheap."

"Mr. Rosmond!

"Sister of the Goat!

Philia approaches Rosmond with joy.

Rosmond hurried to set up a metal cross as he retreated greatly.

"Wow, what are you going to do to me! You're such a patch! Man, you don't expect me to go like I did before!

... Rosmond was obviously frightened of Philia.

It still seemed traumatized that he was blown up collectively during the Ragno hunt.

"Oh, I'm sorry...?

Philia apologized to Rosmond with a decent look.

"Mr. Rosmond stayed in the city, too."

Rosmond had spoken at the Adventurers' Conference of wanting to leave this magical city as soon as possible at the time the possibility of the Demon King surfaced, arguing with the Alliance's officials.

I thought you might not be in the magic city anymore.

"When the reward bounced, the old raccoon said so. What, I'm not protecting the city. It's not dangerous."

Rosmond said so before turning his eyes to a city in a state of fuss.

It didn't seem to get the residents' acknowledgement or understanding very smoothly.

In this state, it may take longer than planned for the residents to be ready to flee.

"... I grew up in this magical city of Manarak."

Rosmond leaks pompously.

"I lost my parents at an early age... but a friend of mine and his acquaintance helped me. They took care of my job, and I've had people attend adventurers' parties. He had also learned his know-how as an adventurer and how to handle magic and swords. In a way, this manarac is also like a parent of mine."

It wasn't the usual tone of voice, like intimidating people.

Me and Pomera shut up and listened to the rest of Rosmond's story.

"Aren't you sorry? Before great power, just run away and lose your hometown, etc. At least I wanted to resist something I could do. It doesn't have to change that this place falls into the hands of demons. It's just that."

"Mr. Rosmond..."

"... crappy sentiment. The more you say it, the more ruthless you are."

Rosmond exhaled.