Disciple of Immortal

We were invited upstairs to the Adventurers Guild to investigate the evil dragon.

Philia is a couple with Pomera because she stays at the inn.

There were A class adventurers gathered during the previous Demon King disturbances.

A bandaged man, an old magician and a blonde swordsman.

In addition, Rosemond appeared.

Four Class A adventurers in Manarak.

Rosemond approaches us and takes off the goat mask.

"Ha, you guys were here."

"Everyone was invited, right? That means....."

At that time, I just heard footsteps.

Turning to the door, Kotone appeared.

Slightly narrow your eyes and keep an eye on your surroundings.

"Kotone-san....."

Maybe it's about the cartoons.

Surprisingly, I was going to call out that I didn't care about the surroundings, but it would be counterproductive for me to say that.

Could oil the fire.

When Cotney found me, he meditated, took a slight breath, tightened his eyes even harder, and walked towards me.

I thought I'd run away for a second, but I didn't go there either, so I waited for Kotne to come.

Kotone stops in front of me.

I didn't say anything, I kept silent.

"Um, well...."

When I called out, Kotne coughed.

Her cheeks were slightly red and she opened her mouth.

"... I'm sorry. That... cartoon thing. I was disturbed for a while. You've been beaten, squeamishly noisy, and causing a lot of trouble."

Cotney said that with his mouth shut and his head lowered.

"Kotone-san....."

"When I thought about it, I didn't think you were involved in it. I finally calmed down and heard all about it from Garnett. You were just driven out to formalize another comic book, and you weren't involved in it."

Blurring... this is the Boys' Love secondary creative cartoon that appeared in front of me in part of The Wand of Magic Silver.

Ever since that incident, I've been having a rough time with Cotney, but he and Gannet have figured it out that we didn't mean anything.

"It was a big hit."

Kotone shook his head without strength and exhaled.

I was relieved.

"No... I'm sorry I can't do anything about it either."

It was too late to think that it might be better to dispose of the cartoon so that no accidents could occur while Kotne was away.

I had a somewhat unpleasant feeling that Gannet was not paying attention because he was "not sure."

That would have been the only thing I could have avoided if I had said it a little stronger.

"Well... if you're feeling bad, I'd like to ask you something."

Cotney concealed his lips with his hands and diverted his eyes.

"Oh, if there's anything I can do..."

That seemed to me to think I wasn't much of a dick.

But there may be parts that are not cut.

"This world... no one knows cartoons at all. I wonder if it would be helpful if you could come up with various ideas and consult with me..."

That's what Cotney says with his words cloudy.

It seemed to be illuminated.

"Ha, yes! If it's me, of course!

I'm sure there will be consultations, but I'm sure she wanted to talk about cartoons purely.

I really enjoyed talking about comics.

I liked cartoons too, and I had a lot of fun nostalgia.

I'm also happy to be able to slowly talk about cartoons and the original world with Kotone.

I was forgiven for what I did, but I stayed upset all the time.

I'm glad we finally made a real settlement.

We've kept you waiting while we hurriedly called. As a matter of fact, I heard a story from a merchant who visited from another city earlier that would support the emergence of a new evil dragon and summarized that idea a little bit. "

Garnett enters the conference room with his men.

After Gannet looked around the room, he stopped looking at Kotne.

"Oh, Lord Kotne is here too! Thank you for your help."

Cotney glanced at Garnett and arrived silently.

... well, he's still mad at Gannet.

"Ko, Kotne-san, um, Garnet-san...."

"I'm not angry. I've been taking care of everything. That's why I joined the Adventurers Conference this time."

I'm definitely mad at you...

I'm sure Gannet was in a position to stop as long as he wanted.

I wonder if there is an inseparable part of the cotton.

Originally, cartooning is an unknown culture for Garnett.

On top of that, I am an elderly, full-time worker.

Perhaps you didn't understand the cartoon very well.

Perhaps as a result of delegating some authority to a flexible subordinate, he was too flexible to allow a runaway.

"Now, let me explain the roles I would like you to go to as soon as possible. Ladies and gentlemen, please tell us about your seats."

Gannet had a slightly convulsed face and cut it out.

I sat next to Kotne to the left.

Pomera sat to the left, followed by Rosmond in the stream.

I wanted each adventurer to take part in a survey of the area.

I really want you to see if the evil dragon will show up in this country and what kind of route it might take to make it work.

He said that even if nothing happened or even if he did not get proper information, he would pay the amount according to the number of days he had been detained.

From Gannet's tone, it seemed like he was in a hurry.

During Gannet's description, Rosemond crossed Pomera with me and stared at Kotone.

Cotney, who noticed it, gave her a disgusting look back.

"Anything?

"Hmph, Army God's Hand (Ares Hand)...... I don't know what you're doing in the shadows, I thought you were a creepy woman, but you're not imitating a painter.

Rosmond said so with a low voice.

Rosmond seemed to be holding back as an adventurer to become her.

I may not like that Kotney, an S-class adventurer, abandoned his position and leaned from the battle to the art side.

"Does it matter to you?

Kotone also returns words without hiding discomfort.

I was uncomfortable being pinched.

Pomera also chewed her lips with bitterness.

Rosemond slightly raised his hips and turned his hands to the back of his jacket.

"Hey, Rosmond, we're in the middle of an adventurers meeting. I'm going to put out my weapon...!

I stopped Rosemond whispering.

Rosmond gently turned the comic book pulled out of his jacket to Kotne.

"Are we going to continue? Give me your autograph."

For about ten seconds, Cotney solidified with his eyes open, staring at Rosemond.

Then he frowned in trouble and strayed from his face. I coughed up a small piece of coffee.

Her face became slightly red.

"... I hope not later."