Disciple of Immortal

"Yeah, yeah, I know! Anyway, Kanata is too awesome to call me my best friend, but she is my most beloved."

Rovis was discerning from the look on Renaele's face that he was not hostile to Canata, that he was close friends.

There's no way that just another world metastasizer has that much higher level than the original.

Then it was easy to imagine that Kanata had some kind of item in her hands, or else there would be a higher level teacher.

Based on Lunaere's condition and previous information, Rovis had a generally accurate idea that Lunaere was the master of Canata.

"Oh, both of you, Kanata's, acquaintance...?

Pomera leaks like that in surprise.

Rovis picked up that grunt visibly, confirming that Pomera's mentor still seems to have been Kanata.

I didn't put it on my face, but I was deeply relieved that I didn't have to kill him in my heart.

If I had exposed the pomela to my neck, I would have definitely been able to see it.

"Dear Mr. Rovis..."

Rovis silenced Damia with only her eyesight.

"... I can't believe Kanata made out with someone like you."

That's how Lunaere squeaks as he bites his thumb.

He seemed surprised by the unintentional strike at one time, but obviously doubted Rovis' words.

Unpleasant as it is, Rovis is breathtaking.

"That, to its beauty, overwhelming magic......! Beautiful hair mixed with flowing pure white and burning crimson! No, I didn't think so, but for sure! I've always asked about you from Kanata. Master Kanata's, you have it."

"Kah, Kanata, about me!? Oh, yes..."

Renaele dyed her cheeks redder and was clearly upset.

Even from Rovis, who had previously stared with suspicious eyes, he shifted his gaze and snapped a bright red gradient hair tip with his fingertips.

"I'm a person in trouble. Sure, there was a little bit of Kanata missing out, but I thought I knew that much about it that I shouldn't be out there talking too easily... at all"

"No, that's all Kanata trusted me with, that is. Kanata really wanted to tell someone about you that she deeply loved."

Pomera was puzzled in the face, alternating her eyes to Rovis and Renaele.

Pomera had no idea about this mysterious beautiful girl.

I don't remember hearing anything about her from Kanata.

But this frigid man, the head of the criminal organization, seemed to have been overheard about her by Canata.

Now it was as if Kanata trusted this Rovis more than she trusted herself.

Damia and Yozakura really didn't make any sense. I was more confused than Pomera.

Naturally, I haven't heard anything about this white girl from Kanata.

There shouldn't have been any intimacy or shit in the first place.

Rovis, on the one hand, went through the dugout and just managed to get it missed from the broken canata.

But Rovis speaks with heat, as if Kanata were his lifelong friend.

If that's all you have to know, go along with Renaele's story and say one thing in person, no matter what you think, that Rovis shouldn't have known.

Even Damia and Yozakura were so skilled to be so illusioned that maybe Rovis was intimate with Kanata without their knowledge.

"... So, what were you saying?

"Yes?"

"So, what did Kanata say about me, you know?

Renaele said spicy, yes asked Rovis.

"Yes, of course, she said she was a very wonderful woman, with no choice! That's what they said when they said they loved you the most."

"Oh yeah... well, uh... other than that, did you say anything? Is that all?

On Rovis' head, a question ran as to why such a monster was troubled by sex, but naturally he was not foolish enough to keep it in his mouth.

"I didn't ask you about your qualities, etc., so I don't know if it's okay to say it from me... Well, if you love me deeply, yeah, that's what I'm saying..."

Rovis slowly chooses words as he watches Renaele react.

I was sure of my own victory when I saw Renaele leaning bright red in his face and his hair tipped restlessly.

The moment I saw one broken, it was a dangerous bet, which could be more horrible than dying.

But Rovis won.

"Kah, Kanata, are you telling other people such things lightly! Ma, not at all... I'm a troubled person. Sure, Kanata is usually calm, but suddenly you start saying that inadvertently. So, but... is that what Kanata said..."

"Yes. No, but I don't think you're talking to anyone. Well, sure, it might not have been that direct..."

"... Didn't you say that?

Tingling and Renaele's eyelids move, causing a cold color to appear in his eyes.

Rovis felt as if that would freeze the air in the room.

"No, they said it! Yes!"

Somehow Rovis got his way.

But no matter, such a trick won't last long.

I don't know how I'm gonna get bored if I'm talking to you, and I don't know what's gonna break my mood.

Above all, if Renaele and Kanata come into contact, they will be exposed.

We have to cut it up early and get away from here a little bit.

"In the future, I will change my mind and do everything for people for the world! So, um... it's time for you to go"

"... right. If you're Kanata's best friend, you can't let me hang on to you.... You can't make Kanata sad... and I, too, am not very sure I can live if he resents me"

Renaele groaned so, troubled.

Lunaere raised his hand when Rovis leaked his breath of relief.

"Summoning Magic, 23rd Floor," The Infinite Shiloh Demon King (Yamadarmalaja) "

A huge magic formation of pitch black spread across one side of the Adventurer Alliance floor.

"Tier... twenty, three...?

Rovis rebels the magic used by Renaele as he moves his mouth with pak.

Until Rovis met Kanata, he believed that the fifteenth floor was the highest magic, whose existence was only noted in the inheritance.

However, he made his "Supergravity Bomb (Graviburn)" current and found out that the magic was up to the nineteenth level.

But the magic now being handled by Renaele was the twenty-third level magic, far higher than that.

Breaking through the Adventurer Guild ceiling, a crimson giant ghost appeared.

I'm sitting on the floor, but I still can't see my face.

The big ghost lowered his head big enough to finally see its face.

He looked horrible and had three inorganic eyes.

The Great Ghost is wrapped in a luxurious coat and wears a black crown on his head.

I had four arms.

On the neck is a necklace made by joining heads.

The heads are all peeling white eyes, crying out loud in agony.

"The... this, this, this, this monster...?

Renaele laid his hands on the foot of the great ghost, pong, effortlessly.

"It's the Great Spirit, Yamadar Malaja. Well, I don't think so... just in case you're not lying, let me check."

Rovis was prepared for his own death.