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

"Isn't this venue a little hot?"

Chairman Vael sends the wind in a handkerchief.

In the great valley, there was thin and sweaty.

Hot?

I'm not so much...

Rather controlled just fine.

"Go ahead, brother"

Distracted me, Sheila brought me a drink.

There's also a chairman's share.

Sheila looks hot too.

Along with the chairman, he drank like he was greedy.

Is it that hot......

I'll keep my mouth shut.

Freshly squeezed juice.

It's not hard to get through your throat.

It must have been made exclusively for fruit juice.

Sheila and the chairman were drinking again.

Then Sheila removes the glass.

The remaining juice spread over the carpet.

Repeat your breath almost like that.

Her cheeks were bright red.

"Sheila......!

Sheila responds to my voice.

My eyes were pale.

Cheeks uplifted, relaxed tongue visible tiny.

"Ahhh...... There's so many of you..."

Suddenly he hugs me.

Lu Rhythm hasn't turned.

It's like intoxication.

Drunk...

I rush to pick up the glass my sister took off.

I smelled the edges.

It also doesn't look like it contains alcohol.

I looked it up in [appraisal] just in case, but it was just fruit juice.

My sister gets drunk with fruit juice - what a physique.

"Whoa. Russell...... You're saying you can't stop juicing?

I hear words like drunken temples.

Chairman Vael was toward me, putting up a glass.

I can't get under my feet.

For some reason, the dress was falling apart.

The tip of my busty chest is about to be seen again.

Thank you…….

No, no, what are you thinking, Russell Singh Stark.

Not if you're doing this.

It wasn't just Sheila or the chairman.

Throughout the venue, drunk students and aristocrats were rampaging around.

Raise the glass, you can even hear the "cheers" utterance.

Something to laugh at, something to cry about, something to be angry about for some reason.

Reactions vary.

It was obviously insane.

Liquor is not behaved in the venue.

It wasn't alcohol that Sheila drank either.

"Awww...... Ohisa is full. Mix..."

Sheila hugs me in the chest.

I turn red on my cheeks and look up with slightly wet eyes.

My lips were also watertight again.

Glossy.

Enough to forget I'm eleven.

Unconsciously, I thought my intoxicated sister was cute.

Then, Don and I push our backs.

The chairman.

When I hug him from behind, he pushes the glass against my cheek.

"Russell, look...... You, too..."

My sister at the front gate.

At the rear gate, the chairman's plump chest.

I'm stuck with Sheila and the chairman.

I can't move anymore completely.

Things are getting better.

In the meantime, we have to do something about the two of them...

Then, suddenly, Sheila and the chairman loosen their powers.

The next thing I heard was regular sleep.

They close their eyelids and start sleeping as they lean against me.

I let them sleep on the carpet so I wouldn't irritate them.

Finish your care for now.

I worked out my magic. [M]

Root away the magic that drifts in the venue.

Jean!

A sharp sound sounds.

Slightly rocked the window and the glass that was falling rolled.

Quiet.

So is that.

Everyone was already asleep.

Perhaps this is [compulsory recognition].

The way I did it is similar to the way I did it at the entrance ceremony.

I changed my perception of juice to alcohol.

It must be a similar principle that I felt the temperature of the venue was hot.

"Ho...... There's something here that you've noticed my magic."

Looking back.

A small old man stood.

In a big hat, he has a cane higher than his back length.

A plump white beard had even arrived at the carpet.

Hmm......

I narrow my eyes and intimidate.

Probably not.

Old, but not half the amount of magic stored.

There will be three times as light as I am now.

I was honestly happy.

Compared to 300 years ago, a world with fewer strong people.

Honestly, I didn't think there was anyone stronger than me.

But I'm where I am.

The strong......

"Chairman of the Zellman Board...... It's too much fun."

I hear voices.

Behind Zellman stood a red-haired young man.

That's the face I saw at the daytime swearing-in ceremony.

"Iolada, it looks like there was something else in your lord."

What a joyous laugh a man named Zellman.

President…. Zellman......

I see.

Is this the man who is said to be the founder of the Adventurer's School?

Zelman Doc Celebrates.

He's been a living elf for over 170 years and is said to be a 'living sage'.

I see.

There's just an alias for 'Sage' besides me.

You old man, you're pretty tough.

"I didn't know there were two of us in this venue. Galvair's future is bright."

"Don't look so happy. What are you going to do, you ugly"

"I don't have enough training. I don't know if I can see this amount of magic..."

Zellman is outraged.

I don't agree with the way you do it.

But what Zellman says makes sense.

Students and adventurers in the modern world are undertrained.

If you've been careful from time to time, you shouldn't be caught up in [compulsory recognition].

Well, even so, in my case, the magic resistance was too high, and I simply wasn't caught up in Zellman's magic.

Iolada scratched her habitual hair.

He's been burning his hands from time to time by a selfish board president.

I said nothing more.

Eventually I look around.

Everyone was asleep.

I hear snoring from everywhere.

"You'll be fine. I'll wake up soon. Isn't that how you set it up?

"Hmm...... Do you know that much? Do it, Lord."

"You sure..."

It's Russell Singh Stark.

I call myself Iolada.

Then Zellman on the side narrowed his eyes.

Watch my shoulder crest.

Apparently, he realized I was [the villager].

I don't know the mouth with my mustache.

But my eyes were laughing.

"I have more fun. It's something I'll try to live for a long time.... Iolada!

"Yes!

"Be careful. He's strong."

Iolada looks up.

Me and my eyes met.

Iolada then puts her strength into her eyes.

This was my first contact with Iolada.