Disciple of Immortal

Pomera, who broke up with Kanata, entered the Adventurer's Guild with Philia and Rosmond.

The guild's table also seemed to call for an accompaniment to the carriage by ordinary adventurers who had not spoken up last night.

The Pomera line was guided by Gannett's assistant, Jildo, the man with the pointed hat, and passed to the same back conference room as the other day.

Once inside, Gannett quickly walked over to the entrance and greeted him with a hand rub.

"Oh, have you come! To the Virgin Pomera, Lord Rosmond... and your daughter was Lord Philia."

"Yes! Um, let me try my best today!

Pomera lowered her head to Gannett.

Originally, Pomera was not very familiar with people, especially with formatted places and opponents.

I was a little nervous lately because I rarely even walked through the city without Kanata.

"No, you don't have to keep your head down."

Contrary to the awe-inspiring Pomera, Rosmond had an unscrupulous attitude.

I didn't even return my voice as much as I did my gaze to Gannett, and I almost ignored his greeting.

Philia was approaching Gannett and touching his beard.

"Uncle with a mustache!

"Fi, Philia! No! It's rude! Mr. Gannett is a great man!

"Ho, it's what kids do, don't worry about it. You can touch me as much as you like with such a grandfather's beard."

Gannett smiled softly.

Then he narrowed his eyes and turned to Pomera.

"So, where is Lord Kanata?"

"Shh, excuse me! That, in fact, is Kanata...... she said she was ready for an emergency, so she couldn't join us here! Excuse me!"

A guild official who was on the spot laughed when he saw Pomera's apology gesture.

"No, it just really helps that you came to the Virgin and the famous Mr. Pomera. Best regards,"

However, he changed from hitting an Alliance official and Gannett was disappointed to drop his shoulder and dew his dismay.

"... was that so... Lord Canata, in urgent need... Um, which way did Lord Canata go? If you don't mind, I thought I'd turn to Non's men to help Lord Canata. If that seems unavailable, I would appreciate your joining us...... If you still can't, you can't, regardless."

"Uh, well... Pomera says hey, you don't know where Kanata went..."

Gannett looked up and looked into Pomera's eyes.

It was like an eye exploring whether Pomera's words were true or not.

Pomera didn't think of it and dropped it to the floor to let her gaze slip away.

"I see... no, I don't have a choice..."

"Ho, I'm so sorry..."

Pomera didn't think of it and apologized to Gannett again.

Pomera's shoulder, Rosmond slapped gently over her oblivious glove and looked at her.

"... Hey, half-elf little girl. The man seemed stubbornly hiding his powers, but was he telling Grandpa Raccoon? Isn't Grandpa Raccoon strangely keen on that man?"

"... Yes, no, I should have kept quiet"

Pomera stared anxiously at Gannett, who was discouraged.

Anyway, Gannett had a verse that caught on to Kanata's prowess.

The pomeras then moved to the chairs around the round table.

Phyllia was not originally called, so Pomera, who thought it a little bad to use a chair around the round table, decided to put it on her own lap.

Pomera glanced sideways at Rosmond, who sat in the next seat, arms in silence.

The stream kept Rosmond sitting next to Pomera, but silence continued, especially without talking about anything.

During yesterday's Adventurers' Conference phase, Rosmond had a conversation with Kanata about wonders, but Pomera just occasionally hammered him a little, not in a state where he could say he had spoken properly.

Speaking of which we talked until we got here once, so much so that Pomera was a little disturbed and stuck with Rosmond's words.

It was too thin a sense of distance for an acquaintance.

Rosmond was not originally loving, and Pomera was extremely bad at speaking.

But there were also things that hooked me into being familiar with my face and staying silent much more than being nearby.

As for Pomera, she felt somewhat unnatural that it was strange awkwardness to remain silent with each other.

Maybe I should call you, no. I thought that should be natural, and I was anticipating timing as I breathed.

Pomera was disciplined in strange places, although she was familiar with people.

"Kee, it seems almost everyone who was in the meeting yesterday is coming"

"... Hmm? Is that to me that I was worried about coming here because of my cuteness?

Rosmond tilts the face of the goat and stares at Pomera.

"Chi, no! Oh, you know, Pomera, that's not what I meant!

Pomera shook her head and denied it.

Rosmond laughed with her nose and looked around the conference room.

"... The Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand) is missing."

"S-class adventurer's, Mr. Cotone... right?

Pomera listened to Rosmond and searched for Cotone's face.

But I certainly don't see it.

"... you might not want to come. There's no doubt about his strength, but he's a silent, creepy woman who can't read what he's thinking. But when he doesn't come... that's not going to increase the risk of mass mobility."

Rosmond spoke heavily.

Pomera breathed unexpectedly.

If you look, Gannett is also restless, wandering near the door and calling out to his men.

Pomera turns to the clock.

It was already a commitment stamp.

"Mr. Gannett, no more..."

"Ugh, um, yeah. Zildo is with Lord Cotone... then let him find Lord Kanata."

In front of the door, Gannett and his men Jildo were interacting.

When Pomera was looking at it, the door slowly opened.

Black glossy hair caught my eye.

Cold, emotionless eyes glance around the conference room.

Pomera saw it yesterday, it was definitely Cotone Takanasi.