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

"We're good friends, you guys..."

Looking back at the entrance.

Chairman Vael stood.

We greet each other.

Raised his hand gently, [Frozen Dog Witch] answered.

"I guess I was interrupting. Apparently, we were talking about a party. I don't know, I have an excellent [Wizard] here, but would you do it in addition to your party?"

Isn't the chairman a third-class student?

"Nothing. There's no law against third class students joining a junior party."

"There will be no law, but there is no party that includes third class students among the elementary students. Before training in the field, instructors can stop you."

"Mmmm...... Why are you in junior high and I'm in third grade!

Vael stepped on the estate waste.

When you inflate your cheeks further, your usually blue-white face turns red like an apple.

I slapped Rowan on the side.

"Hey, Rowan. What do you think of the chairman? Usually it's a cold habit, and for some reason, it's like being a child in front of me."

"Oh...... Well, I guess so."

What? What do you mean?

Then Rowan laughs niggly.

He didn't say anything, put his hand on my head, and sneezed and stroked my hair.

"If you grow up, you'll see."

What are you talking about, this guy...

Well, don't stroke your head.

I get unnecessarily angry when you get hit by a tall guy.

"How can I help you with that, Chairman?"

"Oh...... You did. Thank you first. Russell Singh Stark. Well done. Thanks to that reproduction of yours, much less confusion over party decisions. Compared to the previous year, less than half of the troubles have occurred. I want to praise you frankly."

"You did it, Russell."

"That's you, Russell."

"There's only a tiny one."

The colleagues applauded and praised.

Hmm? Wait a minute. Rowan, what the hell are you doing?

"None of them. But it's time for your vacation, Mr. Chairman"

I'm too busy with my academics and my law enforcement work to have my own time.

It is indispensable for the consumption of body and magic, but when it is done as a job and when it is trained with its own will, it still makes a difference in results.

To be honest, I wanted to quit right now.

"I don't mind. After the party decision in elementary school, there won't be much confusion for a while. Take your time off."

"Oh, thank you"

Hmm? What?

Weirdly fast to understand......

It's like I'm up to something.

Then the chairman laughed niggardly.

"However, we will be inspecting the dungeons for next month's field training from tomorrow... Is Russell absent? I was looking forward to it, but that's too bad."

Let's go!

I'll go!!

I changed the color of my eyes and raised my hand.

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The dungeon runs across the river that flows through the side of the king's capital.

It was in Shiva Forest.

Whatever the season, the forests overflowing with greenery are covered in trees of the species Ten Thousand Years.

Behind it was a dungeon managed by the School of Adventurers.

The chairman's leg stops.

They've arrived in the dungeon.

but I don't see anything like it anywhere.

Then Vael takes the demon jewels out of her big breasts again.

A slightly sweat-wet demonic gem was hoisted against the sky covered with branches.

When you put magic into it, it glows.

The area was stained red.

Eventually the view changes so that something opens.

"Pay the People Connection."

It is a synthetic activation of [Phantom] of [Seeker] and [Cleric] [Junction] of [Cleric] using Demonic Gems.

It has been a primitive synthetic magic used for over 300 years.

What showed up was a cave with a big mouth open.

The statues of dragons and lions are placed on their sides, giving them a glimpse to show their majesty.

At the entrance was a gate made of magic silver (misril), and Vael unlocked it.

Finally step inside the dungeon.

"Heh. Something's more atmospheric than a ruin dungeon in front of you, here."

"If you're scared, you can go home, Cecil"

"You have no way of saying that, Russell"

"Why did I even follow you guys in the first place?

Looking back.

Besides Cecil there, it even came with Sarasa, Rowan.

"That's good. We're having the same party. Russell will be stronger."

"Right...... We're Russell's people and enemies."

Rowan quotes the chairman at the admissions ceremony.

I laughed.

"Right. If that's all you have to say, let's do our best."

I stopped.

The same goes for the chairman who leads the way.

Then an unusual beast odor pokes his nose.

I heard footsteps from the back.

Coming up.

I put up [Seeker] 's [Light].

It was also darkness that emerged from the darkness in the back.

Large wolf covered in dark hair.

Fangs develop more than normal wolves, and nails on toes are sharper.

I drowned and coveted, tearing red eyes.

"Blackhound..."

It was Rowan who whined.

Class D monsters.

From me, it's still a clutterfish.

Close your eyes and you'll win where you tied your hands and feet.

But from Cecil and Sarasa, who have only exorcised about Goblin, they are powerful enemies.

Besides...

"Three, four... There are seven of them, Cecil."

Sarasa screams.

Multiple D-grade monsters.

Still from the chick Cecils, it's a pinch of absolute desperation.

But I'm not in a combat position.

I never started magic or worked out magic.

I dare ask.

"Do you need an addition, Cecil?"

"If I cry and beg, will you help me?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"I didn't expect anything from the beginning. We're the only ones who can do this, right?

"You just need to calm him down. I'm the one who trained you."

"That's where 'you guys are strong' is encouraged."

Cecil pulled the sword out of her sheath.

That signals the opening of the war.

Blackhound, if he scattered fluids from his mouth, came under attack.

Three people are surrounded, including Rowan.

But this is within our expectations.

When the three harden, they crush the blind spot.

Formed to see all directions at all times.

There's a blackhound kicking the ground, coming in.

"Hey!!

Cecil shrugged away.

Granted the [sharpening] of [Blacksmith], the sword forged by his father meets his daughter's expectations.

When the tip of the sword devoured the wide open jaw gate, it broke both ways.

Pah and blood draw an arc.

Blackhound, with the momentum he penetrated, was slammed against the wall.

First one...

"Hmm..."

The one who raised his voice was the chairman who, like me, had set the sights of the high.

From the sight of it, you would have just slashed the warcraft that attacked you.

but there is quite a bit of higher technology in it.

I'm made for granted, but it's surprisingly difficult to inflict magic on weapons.

Especially since it is difficult to maintain quantitation and can be uneven in effect if it is not constant, it is not possible to maximize the magical effect.

It was Cecil's swordsmanship that further Chairman Vael looked out for.

"Zaneddy, you're just swordsmanship..."

"You know what?

"It's a swordsmanship specific to the Dwarves. I assume a single giant demon, and I hear it's a crafted surgical logic. Apparently, I haven't got enough muscle strength yet...... That girl, she could still stretch."

I just sent a compliment to Cecil, who's turning his back on us.

"By the way, that girl - is Sarasa a bow? I don't seem to have eyes, okay?

"You don't have to. Because she has a more visible [Future View]."

Yes. Sarasa was returning her score from the stick to the bow again.

She seems to have her own thoughts on the short bow she gave me from her mother.

He bothers to beg me to teach him how to use the bow from 1, and he's practicing by pulling nearly 300 bows between school classes.

At first, it was me who stuck out that I had a bad eye, but Sarasa suggested it.

"Because I have a third [Future View]..."

And she showed me something in front of me.

Vin!!

The sound of the bowstring echoes in the dungeon.

Then he shot through the blackhound steeple, which is exactly what he's trying to hit now.

In an instant, you prune your life.

After a few steps, the Warcraft fell to the side, desperate.

"Nah-nah!!

It was the chairman who took his breath.

Apparently, he noticed Sarasa's secret.

I could see [Frozen Dog Witch] 's throat snapping.

"That girl...... Now you lay your eyes down and shoot through your enemies."

I can't help but be surprised by the chairman.

When I first saw it, I was stunned.

The ringing string sounds again.

I shot through the blackhound brain weather again.

It's no longer a coincidence or anything.

Sarasa relies only on a sense of [futuristic] vision to shoot through enemy steeples.

It doesn't matter how fast the Warcraft is for her to be able to preface.

We're just talking about shooting through the warcraft in the view we see in the future.

However, if the accuracy of [Future View] is not good, it would be an artistic discipline that cannot be done.

Sarasa's [futuristic view] is not far from complete.

But this day...

Rowan was the one who most defeated Blackhound and surprised the chairman.

"Shh!"

Rowan's fist punch launches.

He wore a fist wrapped in steel on his flying black-hound jaw.

Rigid arms mow the consciousness of demons.

No, that's not all.

I also crushed my jaw.

Large amounts of black blood erupt.

Wet the low ceiling.

Demonic body charts are far harder than wildlife.

Crushing like Rowan seems easy at first sight and is actually difficult.

But it wasn't there that surprised the chairman enough to embark on himself.

"That man! You're not using magic!!

That's right.

Rowan doesn't use magic.

Basic abilities alone were crushing demons.

It's not romantic.

Rowan defeats the blackhounds that strike him one after another.

A total of four beasts rolled before him.

Without magic, they overwhelmed the Class D Warcraft.

"Rowan is a [Warrior (Warrior)] by function, but he is innate at practicing magic in his body."

Magic incompatibilities are diseases that occurred 300 years ago.

A rarely expressed illness among children born with the functions of six major professions.

If you suffer from this disease, which prevents you from practicing magic, you naturally cannot use magic.

That was nothing like [the villagers].

Still, Rowan didn't give up being an adventurer.

He trained his body, pulled out bullies, and enrolled in the long-awaited Adventurer School.

"Wait...... That story. I heard it somewhere."

"Naturally. Rowan is a senior chairman."

It was Rowan, who enrolled, but ended up not following the Adventurer's School curriculum and dropped out. And I worked myself out even more, and I came back this year.

"Hehe...... Daughter with [Future View] to daughter who has met the Swordsmanship of the Dwarves. And a former fallen man who can't practically use magic...... If you look at it this way, your party is quite varied. And Russell who worked them out...... I really wanted to come into your party."

"Nothing...... I didn't want this to happen. Just..."

I want to be strong......

That pure will drew each soul.

That's what I believed.