Disciple of Immortal

Renaele, who entered the abandoned church, grabbed the hood of the dark "Dirty Sealed Robe" with her hand and removed it, exposing her face.

Scratch up your white silky hair with your fingers, then sigh small.

"Noble, we're back"

From the grand depths of the Abandoned Church, the Noble Mimic emerges, glorified with jewels all dazzled.

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Noble Mimic looks up at Lunaere in a frenzy.

Renaele turned her face to Noble Mimic and quietly closed her eyes and nodded small.

"Well... this time, I had no choice"

"Mada what mo tai naiga!?

Noble Mimic opens and closes the treasure chest figure to dew his anger.

"So, because Noble is just going to stare at me saying that I guess I couldn't do it anyway... Wow, even I was going to give Kanata a firm voice this time.... I was really, really right there."

"Yari cutter sensation shite, white sickly breath made puke kiyagatte! Wakatta, Lord, Conoma Yanbashi Continuous Kete, Club Wanites Moridana!?

"... Speaking of which, I bought you a trendy treat for a souvenir in Manalak. You can eat."

Renaele put a lovely sachet at a nearby desk.

The sachet reads "Manalak's Mediterranean Bean Pie".

It is a specialty pie of manalac, crushed to the ground beans, extracted its oil, buttered and condensed into the dough.

It is about the size of a grip and is easy to eat, and the flavour is sold utilizing the unique sweetness of the Mediterranean beans.

He has gained support mainly for young women in Manarak because of their adorable looks and sweetness.

In addition, because of the high nutritional value of the butter of the Mediterranean beans, it can also be employed as an easy meal and is considered good for restoring fatigue.

Many adventurers secretly love to eat while remembering the light on the cute look of pie.

"Oreno, I'm in a good mood, Louto sulte kotoja, fail sitatewa katteljanaika! Nah, lord, oleni anger larena itameni, kanatani party ini row kunoka?

"Chi, no! All this time, it was really a bad time!

"... for once I heard Kuga"

Noble Mimic exhaled heavily out of the mouth area.

"Yeah, if you ask, Noble won't think you had a choice."

"Maa, Ga Bad Icotomo, True Kanialka"

Noble Mimic nodded and showed with a lid.

I'm not stupid with Renaele, although Renaele's words and behavior stink of excuses and he came out aggressively.

It is the richest of all who live eternal years.

Combining all the books of the world does not extend to the knowledge of Renaele.

There were times when she was flirting with unfamiliar sex shacks and ran oddly, but come on, she must have learned too.

Noble Mimic was also going to say everything she could ever say from herself.

If this didn't work, I don't really have the medicine to wear.

"Kanata seemed kind of busy. I thought it might be very annoying to call now, and this time I decided to give up."

"Wakatta, Shih Ha Lord, Party Itakuna Indana. Solo Solo" Hell's Hole (Coquitos) "(d) Return Luca"

"That's not true. I'll be angry, Noble."

Renaele stares at Noble Mimic with a muddled face.

"Angry Retainoha, Oreno Fang Nandaga...... End Kara Dynamic Ku Qi Mona Inoni, Proclamation Shite Proclamation Ni Falling In Maletemo, First Time Ha Encouragement Masoot Has Elga, Second Time, Third Time Continuous Kut......"

"Well, stop saying that. So, why don't you just do it?"

"Datte forbidden na"

"I'm just trying to tell you why, don't tear it up. Even though it's a situation where you can't easily speak up, when you have that kind of obstacle, the hurdle is something that goes up all at once. Noble can just say whatever he wants because he's not a party. Don't talk with your eyes from above, as you know."

"Wakatta, Jaa party Ninalka. Olega, Aitsni Tales Citeyal"

Noble Mimic leaned his head and nodded.

"Huh..."

Noble Mimic passes beside the bewildered Lunaere and heads outside the abandoned church.

"Siccari Herald Eteyal. Lord ga, o mae love sisani pre construction breaking teki takseni, last minute de wasting pinch ne beginnings mete annoying citel. Take care, Teyatte, Crettena."

"Ultra-Gravity Bomb"!

Lunaere quickly points her finger towards the door.

If the black light enveloped the door, the door, along with the light, compressed the space on the spot toward the center.

The space shrunk into one of her thin fingertips causes an explosion with the roar immediately after.

The walls collapse and the pillars fall.

Not only that, but the whole church was filled with screams.

An old church couldn't stand the aftermath of the Ultra-Gravity Bomb.

"Ahh, lord, yeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Noble Mimic shouts.

"Space and Time Magic, 22nd Floor, Memory of Things (Object Memory)"

Blue light runs around and debris stops in the air.

The debris is lifted and the broken walls and floors are repaired again.

The stains on the faded walls disappear and the paint seeps out of nowhere.

Renaele's magic, Memory of Things (Object Memory), was a magic that relied on the memories that lived in things to reverse the cause and effect.

The church, which was about to collapse, was quickly back to normal, regaining its brilliance like it had just been built.

"... did you put it back a little too much"

Renaele wiped her forehead roughly with her breath.

"... Ka, don't try to blow extra into Kanata. If I did, I would never forgive Noble forever."

"Ca, light i joke dalouyo, orega street walk itala noise guininachmau"

"In front of me, I'm also bad at Noble for saying Canata jokes. In front of Canata, don't let me scratch your shame. Even though Kanata admires me as an amazing magician, she disappoints me.... then this time, I have no face to go with him anymore"

Renaele leaned down with a dark face and let tears seep thinly into her eyes.

"Iya, Soleni Twitteha, Boro Out Mcuttert Siuga...... Souyatte, dressed ketai, yoku see laretite look good zhang ttelkara, meeting enakunarundaro......"

Noble Mimic travels to the grand back of the church without hesitation.

If you make fun of this any more, you may be hit directly by the Ultra-Gravity Bomb (Graviburn) next.

Nor is Noble Mimic, a fairly high level demon in general, just as long as it does the magic of Renaele decently.

The worst blow will take your life.

"... jaa, now karamou one trip attecoy"

"Huh? But..."

"Kanataha, twenty-four hours busy shiinoka?

"Apparently, we left the city a little. Until things settle down, you should see how it goes..."

"Souyatte, Yan Yi Translation Tanshite, Later Sinisitelkara Party enakunarundalouga!

"Well, don't you have to say that much! So... uh"

Renaele was about to say because, softly clouding the words.

"That, to the boulder, is now decided better later!

"All ga, all na state danante come luwakenaidaro! Next No Reason (c), Weather, Physical Condition Our Tarika? Kojitskeleva, what demo out there, Tekruzo!

"Well, maybe..."

"Pomera, Dattaka? Konanja, Ano Woman Ni Hakataika Retemo Chiranaizo"

"Well, didn't Noble also say he couldn't help but care less about the kid's story than he had to"

"The main no story ja, hotondo together niirundaro? Zut good intentions keraletelia, any consciousness sinai guy noga jin shiidaro. Now hachi lanaiga, konna farce rejoinder shitelma ni, hand slow renina temo, okasikunite siuga"

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"Ma, Dowse Lord Hasou Nuttemo Voice Hanging Kenaida Rooshi, Iinjana Inoka?

Noble Mimic exhaled deeply, deliberately showing his back to Renaele.

I thought it would be just right to rush Lunaere.

But even if it opens for a little while, I never hear back.

Noble Mimic glanced back at Lunaere for a moment.

"............... that half elf, how could I do such a terrible thing when I only have canata"

Renaele was biting his own finger, at the joint.

Her white skin was torn and blood was flowing.

"I don't like it, Sokomadesui Stuffed Melotoha Words Ttenaiga......"

Renaele fluttered out of the church in an unrestrained foothold.

"I'll see you again, Kanata"

"Lord, Case (c) Cosnayo"

Renaele did not look back, did not snort, and left the church intact.

"... evil yi, facial mochi lanai, half-elf yo"

The Noble Mimic left behind said an apology to Pomera in small measure.

For a while Noble Mimic stared at the door where Renaele had left, but the sachet on his desk caught his eye.

He stretched his tongue, tangled it up, and threw "Manarak's Mediterranean Bean Pie" into his mouth every bag.

"Delicious ina, here. Mata Buy Texte Morauca"

Noble Mimic shrugged.