Disciple of Immortal

"Mr. Cotone is looking into me...?

Well, it won't be an impossible story.

I guess he's stepping on me as his hometown, too.

It has been previously confirmed from Rosmond that Cotone is a transworldly metastasizer.

Long time ago, maybe he wants to talk a little bit about Japan.

"I don't think you have to worry about that, though."

Isn't Rosmond thinking too much that Cotone is exploring me in bad faith?

Even when a corner of Mother's four sisters came to raid the city, Cotone was fighting with his body up, Pomera said.

It's hard to believe that she's harmful to me from the same Japan.

"You don't know. The Hand of the Army God really hates humans."

Rosmond slapped his desk hard.

"In pure power, well, whether you win or not... whatever he has, he has that incomprehensible ability. At best, be careful not to be struck by surprise."

Rosmond stares at Philia and mouths.

Rosmond shook his back all the way back as Philia leaned back.

"Anyway, the rumor is that the Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand) is hiding and also doing kina smell. Stop thinking about what a flower garden you're looking into favorably over there. He's a ruthless, runaway guy. Grandpa Raccoon controls it well, but it's also suspicious how long it will last. Be careful at best."

"... ok. Thanks for the advice, I'll keep it in mind for once."

It's my hometown, so I might have let my guard down.

You should avoid trusting other otherworld-transferees to let go.

Anyway, they all have God Bless (Gift Skill).

Cotone's "God Bless (Gift Skill)", "The Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand)," is said to be able to fully draw strength and use it, whether it is a weapon, cursed or level restricted.

It doesn't depend on the weapon you get. It becomes a hell of a broken skill.

Of course you need to be vigilant about Cotone, if other transworlders have similar "God Bless (Gift Skills)," you can't be distracted.

It's just that Cotone was clearly behind Mother's orders, that's all.

It's definitely below level 1000 at most.

Maybe a little bit above the Pomera right now.

"You and your monster don't have a problem, Pomera, you don't. Be careful. If the Hand of the Army God (Ares Hand) were to harm you, you might come and take Pomera hostage."

"Po, is it Pomera?

Pomera moves her arms with warmth.

I'm breathtaking.

Indeed, if Pomera were single and attacked by Cotone, she might not yet be able to fathom herself.

"Just relax because you're sturdy. If the Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand) has eyes on you, it could be a weapon."

"... but you've been away from adventurers for the last six months or so, haven't you? I was under the impression that he wasn't a very belligerent person."

"In short, you must be timid. But even cowardice isn't such a cute woman. Careful and conservative. The guy with that hand is a pain in the ass. The timid and ruthless take by any means to defend themselves. I should have thought quite deliciously of the positioning of Manarak's most powerful adventurer as well. He's probably more alert than you, Kanata."

"Holy Fist..."

Pomera shrugged with a look that seemed complicated.

"Hum."

Rosmond laughed as if it had erupted.

Zito's eyes are turned from Pomera and he returns his expression with a face that doesn't eat anything.

Rosmond was apparently at the moment of the birth of Holy Fist Pomera.

Once blown away by Philia, Rosmond looked like he was realizing the truth.

Now the city's most powerful adventurer has changed from Cotone in the Hand of the Military God (Ares Hand) to Holy Fist Pomera.

But is Cotone a jealous person about that?

Sure, when I saw it at the Adventurers' Conference, I had the impression that it was intelligent, but faceless and cold.

I didn't think he was that dangerous, but Rosmond says he's been in this manalake a long time.

It doesn't hurt to be careful.

"We're close to completing the spiritual drug, and we need to rush Mr. Pomera's leveling..."

When I shrugged, Pomera moved her shoulders tightly.

He was holding onto the great wand with an indescribable look on his face.

"Mr. Rosmond, you came here to advise me because Mr. Pomera was concerned. Thank you."

When I said it, Pomera pointed at herself with a decent look.

"Pomera, is that you?

Rosmond puts his arms together and squeaks his tongue and deflects his face.

"Chip, it's the edge I used to accompany. And it's not for you. Because I'm frustrated and focused on my requests."

Hey, what is this guy, a chunk of goodwill?

"It's not just about Cotone. While you guys are playing without your faces on the guild, there are a number of kina-smelling rumors. If you're an adventurer, be greedy for more information."

"Shh, excuse me..."

Speaking of which, Rosmond had said so when disturbing winds were starting to blow again in Manarak apart from Cotone.

"What the hell is that?

"Can we take care of that much? I don't have a brother-in-law like that, you can look it up yourself."

Rosmond says in dismay.

"So, right... Anyway, thank you. I may have been feeling faded lately, like I'm an adventurer or I'm alert."

Words flutter, but he might have wondered if he'd spoil us too much.

If you're an adventurer, you can win the information you need.

Maybe it just stinks.

"... strange people came to the city yesterday. I have a weapon, but I don't even have a registry of adventurers. One of them says he was similar to the man with the arrangements out there as a traveler hunt"

Oh, are you telling me...

What was the foreword now?

Maybe he got anxious that we could really pick up the information.

"Gorotsuki, who is not even an adventurer, is unusual, such as walking around the city with a weapon, flocking purposefully to prominence. Unless you're so retarded, I just think you're going to make a scene in this city and you're anticipating the timing."

... Sure, that stinks of kina.

If the rumor is true, you should be more vigilant than Cotone.

"How many levels is the man in that arrangement?

"... I don't know, maybe three or forty? You know, if a guy who looks like a criminal who's over level 50 walks out, it's gonna be a lot more fuss."

"I see..."

As it were, well, something like that...

I thought you were a bigger man because you come all the way into a city with S-class adventurers.

"I even noticed it was thin, but you guys don't have weird feeling unevenness."

Rosmond exhaled.

"... after all, is that right?

Maybe it's because I've been raising my level in Hell's Hole (Coquitos) all my life.

I thought I was getting it corrected these days, but it doesn't seem to have rubbed off yet.

"Pomera, Pomera, too, was gathered..."

Pomera had a slightly out-of-heart look.

"That's not the only ominous rumor. Another matter, apparently, there's been a major accident in this church in Manarak."

"A major accident......?

"There is a priest in this city named Doar. He's such a man, a white wizard of great skill, wide open to sight and hearing, with little interest in birth and gold. Hung, that's a cliché, but you're a guy called a saint. Well, I neglect every religion, but even then, Doyle's gonna do it with a lot of respect."

"Did something happen to that Mr. Doyle?

Rosmond nods.

"Actually, they found a terrible cursed item within Manalak, and Doar was top-secret and hit the curse. But he said the curse failed and part of the church blew up. Something terrible happened at that time, and Doar said he was trembling behind the church."

"Hey, what happened...?

"I don't know. If it's true, there may have been some kind of disaster in the city. You're regulating information to avoid any confusion, and that's more than refreshing. But part of the church with the Door suddenly blows up, and the church is talking about it, and this is an unmistakable fact."

Indeed, it is unusual that all sorts of dark rumors are circulating this way as well.

To criminals roaming with weapons waiting for some opportunity, an outburst of curse that could not be prevented.

Something may be about to blow a bad wind in this manalark.