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

I was heading deep into Azit, along with Materus and Musha.

Eventually it comes in front of a frivolous door.

It is the door of a thick magic ore (Mithril).

It did not leak in the example and had a complex seal.

The moment I touched that door...

Zo......

Superb killer leaks through a door that hasn't even opened yet.

It became a thousand knives and pierced my body, passing by.

"Hmm. That's pretty good"

I distort the corner of my mouth.

Meanwhile, it was Musha who got the buttocks with Petan.

Materus held his head on the side, squatting.

They are both bluishing their faces and shaking their bodies.

From time to time, he screamed "hiccup".

"Ma, mama"

"My mom's mad"

It wasn't normal. It was a fear.

It's just fear, and two strong rationales are blown away.

Materus and Musha, who can cut me in front of them, are trembling so much.

Mommy - I'm guessing No. 0 is some kind of demon.

Hehe......

I'm really looking forward to it.

I unseal the intricate seal engraved on the door with my tongue twitching.

"Materus, Musha... you guys are good to go."

I tried to be gentle.

The two nod honestly.

I walked into the room and dropped me off in silence.

When you enter the room, the door closes all by itself.

Apparently, my mom wants to be alone with me.

I see a different sight going further.

There was a large line of vitreous cases that I could afford to put in if there was about one person.

It is lined with a light green glowing liquid.

"Spirit water..."

It is water that magically dissolves and liquefies the Spirit itself.

It contains more magic than high-purity demon stones and is a demon conductor that expects a variety of medicinal effects.

There are more than six vitreous cases filled with it, lined up in a room.

Just one case, I would be able to afford land in a small country or so.

But based on the books I read in the literature, the technology for purifying spiritual water should have already been obsolete.

Why is this amount of spiritual water stored in the basement of the Sow merchant country?

"Well, should I ask the person who made it"

I stop.

I glanced at the vitreous case on the front.

Being in a light green liquid was a girl around the age of ten.

Long silver hair with porcelain smooth white skin.

Both the chest and lower abdomen were still immature, but one of their scales is already hidden in thin and even more limbs.

At first glance, it also looks like a dignified nobleman's courtier imprisoned in "Children of Numbers (Numbers)," but my eyes cannot be deluded.

This is him.

This is Mommy.

Long eyelashes move.

What was ahead, slowly opening, were purple eyes like amethysts.

When you gaze at me, you move your lips like Sacramento.

And in a case filled with spiritual water, he certainly said this.

"Well done, wise man."

Even though it was the voice of a husky girl, it propagated in an inorganic sound with when I did.

Regardless, it is hard to say that it corresponds to the year.

There is also the kind of pressure that holds you down without a head.

No, I had more to worry about than that.

"Sage...... so...?

Only a limited number of people come to know me as a wise man who once saved the world.

Did you leak any information from somewhere?

When that happens, the most suspicious would be about Zellman, the president of the board of directors of the School of Adventurers we met at the Kowloon Cup two years ago.

"Did Zellman tell you that?

"Zellman? Oh...... You think you heard who you are from my people."

"No?

"Naturally. I know you very well. Perhaps I know you best in this Garber right now."

"I can't see the story. Tell me straight in."

"Yes. Don't be cocky, sage. You'll know the bottom."

"You..."

I put my eye on it.

I was going to give you a sharp glance, but my mom just has a cool grin.

"If you want to know so much about who I am, [appraisal] but you can use anything"

"You're a pain in the ass. All right. I'll expose you."

"Free."

I start the magic.

[Appraisal] was used to examine every corner of the girl in front of him.

Again, it's the look of a mere girl, but its underlying abilities are high.

It far outnumbered the Demon Man's top number.

Notably, it would be magic.

He was far too good for me.

But this is also as expected.

That measure has also been considered.

There is no doubt about the odds.

If there is a problem, it is my mom's body.

At first glance, I'm no different than a normal human being.

Nor does it appear to have been subjected to the physical procedures found in demonization.

In other words, she will naturally wipe out the demon's physical function and have more potential than my magic powers.

But even this is only trivial.

There is no such thing as a normal human being in this mom.

I just saw Mom's face once.

"Are you really human in this world?"

"Hmm...... hehe...... kuhahahaha!

All of a sudden, Mom started laughing in front of me.

In a vitreous case filled with spiritual water, he exhales bumps and air.

I guess living in water is [denatured] so that I can adapt my body even in water.

Hmm? Wait a minute.

No way - -!

I was trying to get to one truth.

Meanwhile, Mom asks me intriguingly.

"What makes you think that?

"My [appraisal] doesn't just look at their abilities. It can even determine the composition of the body or the blood ties from its fine patterns"

"Hmm...... I see. I mean?

"That's right. You don't have what people naturally have."

That's roots.

"People's roots are enormous. That would even be traceable back to the time of 10,000 years. But yours is five or six hundred years high. There's no way such a person is in this galvail right now."

"Hehe...... That's a wise man. You got it."

"Don't be ridiculous, number 0. I know who you are. It's hard to believe."

"Well, let's say we match the answers."

"You're [Blacksmith]."

"Exactly"

Mom nodded to Eagle Deep Fried.

"There were signs in your body that made you [degenerate] yourself. And not so many people use [Blacksmith] magic in their own flesh, not weapons, etc., to come up with changes. So I thought about one possibility."

I followed one memory.

It is a long time ago memory.

From there I realized that the possibilities are not zero.

"Let's conclude first."

You are me (…) ……….

I was a [Wizard] 300 years ago.

Even more retrospectively, in the world about 500 years ago, I was [Blacksmith].

"I used [replication] on my body like I did today in the world 500 years ago. But there was a time when only one replica didn't come back. At that time, I thought the Demons must have accidentally hit me, but they didn't."

I'm sure of it.

At that moment, Mom raised her mouth angle with a nibble.

"Correct. No, slightly different to be exact, but you can almost say it's the right answer"

Silver hair shakes.

And my mom stared at me right in front of her.

"That's right. I'm you, wise man. I was a [Blacksmith] at the time, and I had your replica in my original ancestor," The Numbered Child. ""

A husky voice sounded loud in the dark room.