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

Sarasa's consciousness finally awakens.

Periodic swings you feel over your back.

I can hear footsteps.

My left shoulder was slightly hot and I had a stiff chest feel.

"Ugh... Yeah......"

Lift the lid.

What jumped in is a bright sunset sky.

I can see the chiseled clouds flying from west to east.

The still slightly cold wind combed the elf girl's blonde hair.

Like a peachy spring flower petal rising in the red sky, it's really windy.

But what was in Sarasa's eyes was the face of one boy.

Soft dark hair.

The will that dwelt in the black eye is strong and yet he looks cute like a little angel.

The girl fell in love with the side of it.

Then I realize.

That I am a princess......!

"Shit! Sorry, Russell."

…………

Russell answers nothing.

I just stared at Sarasa.

I thought she had beautiful eyes.

Is it because of the sunset?

I feel slightly gentle today, even though it's always glowing harshly.

- It's like it's not Russell...

I thought about it.

But...

That's not true.

I don't care what you see in front of you, it's Russell Singh Stark.

Leave him alone and there will be no one else who can blow a school student so relentlessly.

"Is that it?"

If I noticed, I was walking behind an unpopular school building.

Russell enters a dark shadow of color hidden in the sunset.

It was as if it was soaked in darkness.

If it's not a dorm, it's not an infirmary.

Where the hell are you taking me?

Sarasa holds the hand placed on her chest hard.

Eventually Russell stopped.

Put down the Sarasa I noticed.

Again, Russell doesn't utter a word.

Fear creeps up step by step.

The side that seemed so successful also looked like a face made of ice.

"Who are you?

At the moment of inquiry, Russell slowly approaches.

We drove Sarasa to the exterior wall of the school building.

The girl can only back off.

Eventually it conveys the feel of a cold outer wall on my back.

Behind the school building.

At dusk.

Boys and girls.

The conclusion that matches this golden pattern is the confession of love.

But Sarasa's mood is far from that mood.

I was just desperate to contain the screams.

Russell's hand reaches out.

I slapped Don on the wall beside Sarasa's ear.

Close your eyes unexpectedly.

"Stop - heh!!

Sarasa reached out her hands and tried to poke them.

Moments lose flutter and feeling.

I lost the feel of the wall I was carrying, and the girl was dropped into the universe.

Eventually, it slips somewhere.

All of a sudden, he went out to a bright spot.

"What is this place?

Look around.

Just a big, square space.

There were countless magic formations depicted there to amplify the magic.

"Hey. Sarasa, were you okay?

I hear voices I'm used to hearing.

I shook my blonde hair and looked back.

It's Russell.

Dark hair and dark eyes.

Still an unusual white face.

At first glance, I knew right away.

He said it was real...

For a moment, I wondered what I was talking about.

Even though Russell Singh Stark has no real or fake......

"That was tough. Well, just take your time. You want some tea? That chairman's plugged in. It's delicious."

"Huh? Ah...... Yeah."

Nod with momentum.

I wonder what I've been seeing.

Dreams...?

No, that sounds terribly realistic to me.

"You know... Russell, I've been having weird dreams. Well... I'm not sure, but you look just like Russell..."

I smelled tea.

Give each dish to Sarasa.

It was Russell who gave it to me (…).

"Thank you, Russell."

Sarasa receives.

We need to take a breath for now......

Calm down, you'll be able to organize your thoughts.

Take a sip first.

Contained tea.

……

……

- Huh? That?

Sarasa looked at the front first.

I'm sitting in a chair, with my elbow on my elbow, looking at this one.

He raised the corner of his mouth and was laughing.

The confident look is the usual Russell.

but it's weird.

It was also definitely Russell who gave Sarasa tea.

In the meantime, Russell in the chair hasn't moved a single step.

Look to the side of fear.

After all, Russell stood.

I am pinching the basin I used to bring tea to my side.

But it's definitely Russell.

- Russell, there are two of you!

Sarasa took a breath.

Are you still dreaming?

There are two Russells.

That means a double bargain...

- What are you thinking, me? Oh...... If you're dreaming, wake up!

But the girl's nightmare went on.

I hear things.

Looking back, there was Russell again.

Casa!

Looking back in the opposite direction.

Russell stood again.

A total of four people...

Sarasa's spirit reached its limits.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!! There are four Russell!! Heaven......"

Finally, he leaves a mysterious word, and Sarasa loses consciousness again.

but that face seemed happy for some reason.

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

"Sarasa...... Sarasa......"

In front of me, Cecil was waking up Sarasa.

My eyelids lift up after a while.

I removed my glasses, rubbed my sleeping eye once, and then called back.

Moments later, Sarasa screams again.

"Ca! Russell is full!!

Sarasa retreats with her butt on.

The pale green eyes showed the faces of multiple Russell Sin Starks.

"Relax... can't you? I can't believe it, either."

Oh, boy. Cecil sighed.

There seems to be a little resentment, staring at me.

What? It's like I'm your fault.

I flaunted my shoulder.

"I can't even be surprised, but calm down a little. I'm the real Russell Singh Stark. And behind me is my..."

Reproduction...

"Duplicate!?

Sarasa raises her bare voice.

Reproduction alternated with me, comparing again and again.

"Hey, Russell. Why don't you just give him a demonstration specifically?

Such as, Rowan.

Put your arms together and clasp your shoulders in a half-hearted manner.

I see. You're right.

I started the magic quickly.

[Reflective Demon Mirror]

A mirror made of magic appears.

As its name suggests, it is the magic of [Clerics] that reflects the power of magic.

Place it in front of you.

More magic activated.

[Copy]

It's the magic [Blacksmith] used to increase demons (it's not what it should be...).

This magic is limited to objects and organisms other than yourself when it comes to other subject potencies.

But there is a backhand that removes its effect.

It's the magic of [Reflex Demon Mirror].

I tap the effects of [Duplicate] into a mirror made of [Reflex Demon Mirror].

[Reflective Demon Mirror] is magic that reflects every magic.

[Replication] is no exception.

Furthermore, the magic reflected in the [Reflective Demon Mirror] falls out of other target potencies.

This means that the surgeon himself will also be granted an effect.

[Duplicate] bathe in the magic of.

It started to work quickly.

From my arm, my arm...

From my leg, my leg...

From the head, the head......

It's like cicada peeling, I was born out of me.

"Shh, wow..."

Sarasa just admires.

Cecil is also breathing.

Even the older Rowan peeled off his eyes and couldn't move a step into an unrealistic sight.

But that's not the end of my work.

I raised my hand.

Chant the third magic.

[Denaturing]

It's magic that changes the nature of an object.

Grant it to me just replicated and still unconscious.

This magic is insurance.

Born by [Replication], I am made of looks, physical abilities, magic, intelligence - all just like the original.

I gave them [degeneration] in the sense of limiting their thoughts and so on, assuming they ran wild.

Specifically, a lack of linguistic skills other than magical singing.

Limited purpose of action.

Plus, it's under my control, the original.

Nevertheless, even if it runs wild and reproduction hits me with its own self, if I die, the magic supply will be cut off and I will die.

There will be no harm done to the original, just in case.

But this replication is definitely Russell Singh Stark.

I decided I needed a certain detunement more than it was my copy.

"- And well, that's the place."

Finish the explanation.

Everyone was silent.

He has a pompous face and a sloppy mouth open.

"What? You didn't get it? Explain it again."

"Fine! I've heard it a hundred times and I don't think I can understand it."

"Just like Cecil......"

Cecil waves at all the surrender.

Rowan, who stood beside him, also nodded strongly.

"I kind of figured it out, but why did you want to make your own replication?

Sarasa stares at the replication standing beside her.

The more you look, the more you look.

But it's cold somewhere compared to the original.

It's impossible to tell apart from the atmosphere and impressions.

From others, it would definitely be Russell Singh Stark.

My [replication] was completely successful.

"It's the work of the Autonomous Society. It seems to be an annual commotion at a party gathering this time of year. Like the guys you meet, they pull you into a party, they say, and they keep threatening and blackmailing you."

Sarasa isn't the only one.

Cecil and Rowan were also blackmailed to draw me in.

I brought you to this magical space that I made in secret.

"Hey, Russell."

"What, Sarasa?

Sarasa didn't open her mouth right away.

He's uplifting his face a little bit.

I was mozzling my body.

"What, the bathroom? Then next to the room..."

"I'm not!!

It was Cecil who slapped me in the head.

Next, pull Sarasa's arm closer to mine.

"Look, Sarasa. Ask clearly..."

I gently pressed my back.

Sarasa's face approaches me.

After reddening her face more, the girl asked thoughtfully.

"La, Russell, who are you throwing a party with?

Rin sounded.

A slight finish lingers on the wall of the positive-cube space I magically built.

Eventually I answered.

"I'm not going to work with anyone."

"Huh? Well, yes..."

"I'm not very interested in party activities in the first place. Unless someone matches my strengths, but unfortunately I don't seem to be in elementary school."

…………

Sarasa leans down.

The eyes behind the glasses looked a little wet.

I open my mouth even more.

"But this is a school building. Just because you're not interested doesn't mean you're off the curriculum. If you don't get your Adventurer license, you can't move on to the next step."

"Well then..."

As soon as he did, Sarasa's eyes glowed.

"... it's best to party with someone who matches my strengths. But as I said earlier, he's not in elementary school. It's out of the question who tries to have fun, relying on my strength. Then I think he knows what he's capable of, and... I think he should know what he's up to."

"You're not being honest, Russell. Let's get this straight."

"Not at all..."

Cecil and Rowan clasped their shoulders at the same time.

Ugh, shut up......!

And you guys are too close!

I scratch my brunette once.

Suddenly, he breathed in and took a deep breath.

"So, the... Sarasa...... Why don't you throw a party with me?"

Sarasa's face sparkled like an open flower.

"Yes!!

I get a nice reply.

In the pale green eyes, tears seeped in.

Then, now Cecil takes my arm and hugs me.

"Of course, I'm good, too."

"You have no choice. There's more than four people at the party."

"Then you won't complain if I come in."

Rowan scratches my head.

"Hey! Don't. Rowan! Your hair's gonna be a mess."

"Hey, it's your hair. Just like my brother left it in the country. It's just the right position for your hand."

You, that...

Didn't you tell Cecil the same thing?

Gashan!

Suddenly there was a noise behind me.

Now that it's a party, we look back at the same time.

I had tea. My replication was down.

The cup cracks and the red liquid twitches and spreads.

I scratched my head.

"Manipulating reproduction is apparently limited to four people"

Reproduction is powered by my magic.

You must always send a certain amount of magic, so you are asked to manipulate it subtly.

Rowan laughs.

"Ha... Even the four of us are amazing enough"

"Good for you. Sarasa."

"Huh?"

"Russell's throwing me a party. If we hadn't told you, he might have worked with his own replication."

Sarasa blues her face.

I was honestly impressed when I heard that.

I see. You had that hand.