The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

I wept at my father's words, and I finally regained my peace.

Seeing it, Luxor opened his mouth.

"It's Russell. It's premature to feel safe."

I wipe my tears once now.

In my father's blue eyes - a little pitiful - I slapped myself on the cheek, as I admonished myself.

"Okay. To reward your father for his generosity."

"Doesn't sound like it, Russell"

"What?"

"You just have to be strong for you. That's the kind of man he should have been."

My father pushes my back.

Oh...... Exactly.

I'm not going to be strong for someone.

Be strong so you can be strong.

But......

Just a little bit.

I want to write it down for that reason.

It's for my father.

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I could hear the carriage in good time.

The passenger car that I let two horses pull is quite splendid.

I wondered if even some minister was on board, but what showed up was a man in heavy magic metal armor.

Touch the hair examined with oil.

He's a good man to look at.

Bright yellow eyes sparkled and waved toward Luxor.

"Senpai!

It sounds like a woman's yellow cheer.

I just popped into Luxor.

But it fits my father's straight right counterattack.

As funny as his face distorted, the man blew away as it was.

"Grr...... Let, seniors..."

"Don't try to hug me all of a sudden, Veral"

"Father... This guy?

Adventurer School instructor.

You're very young.

"This guy's name is Veral Haleil. He's my father's ex-boyfriend."

"Maybe this girl is Russell? I wonder if you remember your brother. We met when you were much younger."

"You can't remember. And you“ brother ”won't make it through anymore. Russell, don't let the look fool you. This guy's 39 now."

Wow! That's a little surprising.

I don't care what you think, you look like you're in your twenties...

The way you talk is childish.

"Instructor Varal. That's all you need to say about the reunion."

Another voice can be heard from the carriage.

Then from the landing gear, I could see my feet all the way.

Go on, black priestly clothes appear like raven feathers.

It was on the neck with a hexagonal guardian stamp (pentagram) that was really a nervous looking man.

The priest with the blue and white skin and the boy's head approaches, smelling something with Sunsung.

"Veral, what about this one?

"I'm a Lemzen priest of the beholder. The School of Adventurers serves as a lecturer in the ecclesiastical class"

"Hey, I didn't hear you had a courier."

Luxor narrows his eyes.

To the anger of the former Knights Commander, Varal panicked.

In the meantime, it was Remusen of the day.

"It's Remusen Sam. Best wishes, Baron Stark"

"Welcome..."

Responding to the handshake, Lemzen cut out quickly.

"Yesterday, there have been cases of bribery and illegal enrollment among nobles. We've come to see if this special case will be judged fairly."

Then Lemzen turns to me.

I took my glasses out of my nose and placed them on my nose.

Probably a magical [appraisal] magic guide.

It should be a pretty expensive product.

If we find the bandits, we'll be happy to take them away.

I didn't know you could bring out such expensive products. Adventurer schools seem to make extravagant money.

"I see. You really seem like a [villager].... Hmm. Hard to believe. Are you sure [villagers] can use magic?

"I guarantee it. My son is stronger than me."

"In the meantime, why don't you join hands and you'll see, Priest Lemzen"

When Varal suggested, Remzen nodded.

"Great. Only to get some errands done. If we go home now, we'll make it to the curfew in King's Landing."

"Huh? Can't they stay in the territory?

When Varal asked, a sharp gaze flew from Remzen over his glasses.

"It's not a game, Lord Veral."

I say it off the hook.

Unexpectedly Viral stretched his back.

but it quickly drips like a sleepy sprouts disappointingly.

He was probably thinking of staying at the mansion and even having a drink with his father.

Did you understand that soul gall, and as an encouragement, Luxor slapped Varal on the shoulder.

"Come back when you get the day off."

Varal weeps at the ex-boss' encouragement.

"Senior!" he jumps in like a child, but he eats the counter again and gets blown away.

Will it be okay, this guy......

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This is how the review began.

Varal pulls out a sword that is plucked and bladed.

It felt light and stood in the middle.

"You can call me for real."

"Are you sure?"

"I doubt it. I'm still an Adventurer's School teacher. It's the man who was your father's man. I won't take a sword as old as you."

"You're gonna get hurt."

"Ha... You're here, aren't you? A busy student like you. Fine. I'll smash you."

Varal glances.

I didn't provoke you. But I hear the instructor finally got serious.

I also pull out a short sword for training that's been pulled out of the blade.

The referee is Luxor.

Lemzen, the courier, was staring at the battlefield.

"Introduction!"

It takes a decree.

I jumped out.

"Oh! That's pretty fast. But I can see it."

Right there!

An innocent voice flies like a child playing hide and seek.

But the sword rolled out was never innocent or anything like that.

A sword flash flies like playing ambient air.

More powerful than it looks.

Veral caught me.

To be precise, my remnants.

"See?"

In an unresponsive reaction, Varal rounds his eyes.

He was completely blind to me.

I knew it.

I was a little discouraged.

When I heard about the Adventurer's School instructor, I thought I'd enjoy it a little...

Nothing.

Obviously it was inferior to the current luxol.

"This way."

Varal reacts to the fluttering and floating killer.

The blade I pointed at was waiting for me before I twisted my body.

The cut tip sags on the left cheek.

Meanwhile - ooh, the blood dripped.

"Yes, since when behind..."

"Two minutes ago."

"Who did I slash?

"Remnants."

Nicole laughed and I explained.

This is not magic.

[Dark Walk] and walking, a technique used by assassins when fleeing.

Move slowly at first, increasing the speed to the maximum the moment the opponent's eyes get used to it.

Rapid changes in velocity can't keep up with brain processing, and when you're still here, you're illusioned, and you slash the remnants.

"Oh. But this isn't gonna be a test, is it?"

That's right.

This is not a test.

Because in order to take the Adventurer's School, magic is an absolute condition.

I start the magic.

[Muscle mass strengthening] [Acceleration] ….

Furthermore, the magic of [sharpening] [hardening] [attribute granting] was imparted to the short sword.

Cut all at once.

Veral wasn't looking at me either.

I immediately took a defensive stance.

Koon!!

A creepy sound rings out to the training ground.

The tip of the sword was spinning in the air.

Stick it straight into the ground behind Varal.

Veral's sword was broken in two.

"No, my sword..."

Surprise the instructor sideways, and I'll start more magic.

[Wizard] 's [Storm Bubble].

Atmosphere gathered on his right hand, creating a storm bubble.

Just touch it, and you have enough power to launch it high in heaven.

"Hey! Mr. Russell! You got a fight!

"Excuse me. I told you, I'm serious."

"Oh, no... Ghahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

I have no grudges against Veral, but this is also a test.

Forgive me!

[Storm bubbles]!!

Don't hesitate to punch into the veral.

The heavily armored instructor vanished to the other side of the sky.