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

Sarasa, who was hugging and crying at Cecil, finally regains her composure.

He wept in his red, swollen eyes and offered his hand to me.

"Cecil, this guy helped me."

"Huh? This guy is no different than us..."

"It's the same age as us. He said he was going to take the Adventurer's School exam. What a coincidence."

"Same student..."

Cecil stared at the bodies of the bandits who rolled around for a moment.

My whole body is black, and most of it is desperate.

"Yes...... Thank you. My name is Cecil Ribom."

"It's Russell Singh Stark. Good for you. Don't make her cry too much, colored man."

I felt light and slapped Cecil in the chest.

Munyu......

No?

Something's wrong.

Somehow there's a strangely soft feeling in the wall......

I'll look up again.

Cecil's face was turning bright red.

"What are you doing!!

A relentless hook flew in.

I rush to sway.

"Oh, you...... You were a woman!!

"Of course I do! Where are you keeping your eyes?"

I apologize for the mistake, but you look like a man.

My breasts are not good enough.

Sarasa on the side is better......

"You just compared it to Sarasa's chest."

"Cah!"

Sarasa rushes to hide.

He stared at me.

When you get a troubled look like a small animal, your cheeks turn red.

Whoa.

Then I'm the bad guy.

I helped you around the corner.

"Well, fine. It seems to be a fact that you helped me. But now I don't owe you anything."

Did you just touch the wall?

... well, okay.

I didn't mean to thank you either.

"Right. Anyway, say goodbye here. They're waiting for the carriage downstairs. Students will sometimes meet each other somewhere. See you later."

"Wait. You're just gonna leave the bandits like this? They must still be here."

"I guess. But it's none of my business.... No way, you. You said you'd seen him like that, but you're not going to exorcise the bandits now, are you?

"That's right."

Oh, my God!

I held my head by accident.

"You can't overlook it because you've seen it like that! We have to crush the Bandits' Azito to keep the other victims out!

I mean it.

This woman named Cecil.

He's seriously going to crush the Bandits.

"Be cool. We're not adventurers. He's not even an apprentice. He's just a student. It's fine to burn to justice, but then I'd go to a nearby guild and report it first"

"You're cold enough for your age..."

"Don't look so pathetic. I'm not interested in the first place. You just beat a bandit, you don't get skill points."

If you can do that, you'll blow up Ajito even soon and sweep this whole area of bandits away.

I don't want to waste much time getting stronger.

Then Cecil grinned a lot about what she thought.

"That's a skill point.... I see. That's the type."

"Hey, what?

"You want to be strong, right? Speak awesome magic because you've been collecting skill points around the dead. No?"

This woman...... What are you trying to say?

"Then don't move if you have a reward that's different from your skill points. For example... right. The treasure the bandits hold..."

"I don't think the country bandits have quite the treasure."

Test the fallen bandits again.

Clearly, the gear sucks.

Not well maintained either.

They didn't look like they had the treasure.

"Think about it. This is the largest forest area in Galvair. There's still an unearthed ruin rolling around."

I see. Does that mean reward?

Unconfirmed ruins are definitely dotted in the Great Forest.

There is a good chance that the Bandits are surrounding that treasure.

Maybe he knows a ruin that hasn't even confirmed the guild yet.

Some of the ruins will have dungeoned and become the dwellings of the Warcraft.

Only adventurers certified by the Alliance can get into the dungeon.

But not if it's a ruin or a dungeon that the guild hasn't confirmed.

There, you may also be able to hunt warcraft.

Exams still have dates.

There will be no problem where we arrive late two days a day.

"Sarasa, what's your point?

"Even though I'm not going, I think Cecil is going."

I see.

That's tough, you too.

Ha......

It is not very preferable to be flown into people's opinions.

But it makes sense.

I took a deep sigh before leaving.

"Fine. Let's get on with your story."

"Yay!

Cecil put her hands together with the bread.

"Except..."

"Hey... Still got something?

"You guys are not taking me. I'm the only one who's going."

"Ahhhhhh!?

"You can't work with a bandit like that who's dying."

"Oh, that was just a little alarming."

"That alarm almost killed your best friend, too."

"Uh-oh!"

Finally, the chatty Cecil's mouth closes.

This kind of accommodation is limited to mixing your body in words.

A strong sense of justice is necessary as one material.

It's not like I don't have any either.

So I listened to Cecil.

Because there is no doubt that the bandits are dangerous.

But putting your life at risk for the sake of justice is a different matter.

Well if it's someone else's life......

So I get stronger.

It's also about making it right that I'm the strongest.

The argument was exhausted.

I thought so, but I eat a counterattack from where I don't even think.

Instead, Sarasa opened her mouth.

"Wait. I can't fight. But can I help you with anything?

"Help?... well. How can you help me?"

"Excuse me, I ask you the other way around. Mr. Russell, do you have any idea where the Bandits' Azito is?

"No...... Does Sarasa know?

Sarasa inhales once.

His eyes glowing over his glasses felt some strong determination.

"I think I can find it with my power!

"Power?"

I lean my neck.

Instead of Sarasa, it was Cecil who explained.

"Sarasa's early magic is [futuristic]."

Stupid! [Futuristic]!

That surprised me, too.

Among the [Scholars (Professors)], magic is at the top.

As the name suggests, we can see the future.

When I was a [scholar (professor)], I possessed it.

If you work out, you have the ability to see the future a few years away.

This ability to reliably prepend has also had tremendous effect in combat.

For a time, I was so convinced that this was the strongest profession.

Its required skill points are slightly over 50,000.

Naturally, it's a rare magic that I don't even hold today.

I can say I'm quite fortunate to hold that as initial magic.

Initial magic is the magic you hold from the moment you are born.

It is usually equipped with magic that consumes less magic.

[Warrior (Warrior)], [Strengthen Muscle]. If you are a [blacksmith], you will be granted [sharp] and born.

[Scholars (Professors)] are also inherently granted [Appraisals], but very much so that there are people born with superior skills.

But this is the first time I've heard of a child who retains a [futuristic view] and is born.

"How far ahead can you see?

"Huh? That's...... I don't know for sure..."

Again.

Probably not enough magic releases to use [Futuristic].

In my current state, I shouldn't be able to use even a twentieth of my abilities.

Even if it sounds like it, there's no reason to look for bandits in the woods.

"I want to ask you one thing. If you're capable of that, why did you choose this way?

"It's... the... So, we have a lovely encounter..."

Me and Sarasa meet each other.

Then, shaking her blonde hair, Sarasa turned away.

For some reason, long elf-specific ears are turning bright red.

Oh, hey. What, that reaction!

And, you mean me, nice meeting?

Well, it's lovely.

As for me, it's a super annoying encounter...

"Hey! So, what do you say! Are you sure you want to come with us?

"Annoying (Cecil) said..."

"Did I say something?

Cecil stares half-eyed.

"It's about this way. - Okay. Fine."

"Yay!

"Except..."

"Do you still have something?

Cecil looks blatantly disgusted.

It's this way that I want to look like that.

I offered my hand.

"Show me your weapons."

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Cecil and Sarasa offered their weapons.

I'll take Cecil's long sword first.

Nice blade.

He's only the blacksmith's daughter, and he can handle weapons.

It was well maintained.

It's the difference between the weapons of the bandits rolling there and the cloud mud.

Shake it gently.

There is no subtle bending of the torso.

They said Cecil's father made it, but it looks like quite an arm.

But heavy.

Weighted weapons are destructive but difficult to take around.

This is fine with one individual warcraft, but he is somewhat wise like a bandit, and when dealing with more than one, he is at a disadvantage.

A good example is that he was injured in the back.

Even if the enemies in the front can be swept away, it's harder to care about the enemies in the rear.

I use [Blacksmith] magic.

I imparted the magic and gave it to Cecil.

"Shake it."

Like I was told, Cecil let me try and shake it.

"Light!

The Dwarf daughter roared unexpectedly.

Squeeze around like a child.

Slashed the sky in a row.

I see. I'm just saying I'm confident in the arm of the sword.

Foot carry. Hip cut. A grip on the moment of slaughter.

It was all above a certain level.

Most importantly, it is in a beautiful shape.

I guess I've been shaking it for a long time.

"Wow! What's this!

"Could it be [Blacksmith] 's [lighter] magic?

"Yes."

"Who the hell are you? To the [Wizard] [Cleric], now the [Blacksmith] magic!

"I told you. I'm [a villager]."

"Hahaha...... No way! [Villagers] can do this!

I can do it, this is...

From what I've explained, the two of you won't understand.

At least not for Cecil, who waves his sword at the brain weather.