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

Sum......

I notice the smell of a beast poking me in the nose.

It just activated the magic of [Detection].

He's here.

20... No, you have 70.

Apparently the other members have noticed.

I lurked my voice and looked around.

The red light dots glow.

At the same time I heard roars from all over the place.

"This is it. Sounds like we're very welcome."

I laughed. [Frozen Dog Witch]

That's the chairman.

Seeing this, I can't believe I'm smiling, my liver is quite sitting still.

[Bright Light]

Light the dark cave.

Dewy were countless black furrows, and sharp fangs and nails.

"Blackhound!"

"Hey...... This... Fifty... Yeah, I'm over fifty."

Sarasa and Cecil hesitate.

Rowan's expression, which usually doesn't move much, is also stiff.

The only thing that didn't change his expression was about the chairman.

"Apparently, we've gotten lost in the Blackhound's nest"

Chairman Vael was calm for a long time.

No, I was too calm.

I thought it was a little weird, and I immediately understood the Chairman's intentions.

I see.

Did the chairman know there was a blackhound nest here?

On top of that, they led us here.

Is the purpose to measure my strength or something?

Exactly in the strength of the Sarasas today, this number is difficult.

Except if I fight while I take on a few, then it's quicker for me to do it from the start.

The chairman wants to see it, and he's nagging.

but it's easy to magically blow these guys away.

Let the Blackhounds be good material.

Sarasa, lend me your bow.

"Huh? Fine..."

"Hey! Russell! You, maybe fight alone!

Cecil raised her voice.

"No matter how much you............... no, maybe I can take you down"

"Russell, beware of flashy magic. For once, it is reinforced because it is used for students' internships, in case something happens. I've been doing safety checks, and I can't believe I'm buried alive."

"I understand, Chairman."

"Yes, Russell."

Sarasa gave me the bow.

"It's forbidden to be too impotent."

"Don't worry. And Sarasa, watch my battle. [Scholar] How to fight."

"Ugh, yeah."

Well......

I don't care if Sarasa and the others are harmed in the middle of a fight.

Shall I be the only one after you first?

I activate the magic of [Scholar (Professor)].

[Taunt]

Intermediate magic that directs the opponent's orientation toward the operator.

Works only against Warcraft.

Then, Blackhound's gaze pierces me simultaneously.

Increased intent to kill.

The roar gets even bigger.

I heard scratching the ground everywhere.

The tension swells.

It's not weird whenever it cracks.

Rupture with a little impact.

At the same time, that signals the opening of a war.

"Come here, dog boy"

I laughed niggardly.

Moments, Blackhound strikes at the same time.

In all directions - that's not all.

The Warcraft flew in, dripping fluid from the air as well.

"Danger!!

I heard someone scream.

But...

Kiddie!!

The moment I landed, my figure was gone.

Blackhound's eyes, who lost sight of his prey, said,? "and confused.

But I noticed by the smell.

My appearance was behind the Blackhounds.

"What's up, doggie? I'm here."

The Warcraft catch on to my provocation, which is not magic.

He attacked me again.

But I keep dodging the blackhounds running in a straight line.

Walk back into the stream, put your feet in the best position, and I'll move on.

I would have taken the back of the blackhound again if I had noticed.

"It's like, Sarasa..."

It was Cecil who shrugged like that.

Sarasa, on the other hand, is bewildered.

"Huh?" he looked back, staring at his best friend.

"You may not have noticed Sarasa, but you use [Futuristic] to avoid Sarasa just like that when you're fighting. I can see the movement of the target, so there's no power anywhere? Instead of being frightened, you're just moving in the direction you want to go..."

"Well, Russell says you're using [Futuristic]"

Sarasa tilts her neck.

But it was the chairman who denied it.

"That's not true. Russell doesn't use [Future View]"

"Then..."

"That's not [futuristic]. Probably..."

Before seventy blackhounds, Vael, who was not afraid, took his breath.

"That's [appraisal]."

"" Or [appraisal]!!

Sarasa and Cecil raised their barbaric voices beside me fighting.

The chairman speaks of his speculation.

"Normally, [appraisal] is magic that discerns the nature and status of goods, persons, or warcraft. But it's just a partial use."

"Some usage?

"Is there another way to use it?

"This is only my guess. Perhaps Russell doesn't use [appraisal] to observe the entire Warcraft"

"Huh??

"What do you mean?

"Part of the Warcraft...... In other words, you [appraise] forefoot, hind foot, etc., and observe its subtle muscles to preface the movement of the opponent"

"Nah!!

"Oh, no!!

"Does that mean that in the [appraisal] of elementary magic, it produces an equivalent effect to [futuristic vision]?

Rowan asked, the chairman nodded.

"Oh...... But it makes sense. [Appraisal] consumes much less magic than [Future View]. Well, it's easy to say, but you have to fight while constantly processing vast amounts of information in action. To be honest, it's unrealistic"

"But Russell just proved he can use it in action."

Sarasa's eyes shine behind her glasses.

There was a strong will in there.

"Sarasa...... No way......"

"Cecil. Russell told me to look. Because I can do it, I think I told you to look. If you can't, Russell won't say that from the beginning."

Yes, Sarasa.

Originally [Scholar (Professor)] is a profession not suitable for adventurers.

The reason is clear.

Because compared to other professions, there is no magic in the attacking system.

However, I consider the function of [Scholar] to be the strongest, with the exception of [Wizard].

Because in knowing the other person, there is not as much function as [the scholar].

Knowing your enemy simply reduces your risk.

And if you know something the enemy doesn't know, you can outdo the enemy.

[Scholar] The point is "Know."

Overwhelm others with the amount of information.

That's how [the scholar] wins.

I let go of five arrows.

If it's from the edge, it might look casual.

All blackhound behavior ejected by [appraisal].

its principles and patterns.

Bone and meat positions, and weaknesses......

All of that was lined up in five rays.

"It's over."

Only five arrows skewered as many as seventy blackhounds.

All deadly.

The Warcraft fell on the spot, spitting blood.

"Wow......"

"As always, what a jerk..."

…………

"Ha... This is not gonna go out of style!

Party members are uniformly surprised.

The chairman shrugged his shoulders all the time.