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

"No! You're lying!?

It was Lyna who raised her voice from the audience.

He rides out to be held halfway to the fence and opens his mouth.

The same was true of the other students.

Even a six-start startup will surprise you enough.

I poured it all into top magic.

Simultaneously launching magic of the same attribute is surprisingly difficult.

For, by analogy, even in the same system, we have to change the wavelength of magic.

If you do poorly, you'll be single-handedly magical.

High enough technique to chill.

I could understand how difficult it would be for a representative class student to lead the school.

I'm so surprised I'm about to crack my head.

Now Lyna sneezes her brunette, who should have finished beautifully.

"You're lying! He's a [villager]."

A word whimpered by a representative of the first branch.

It ripples into the audience like a wave.

Everyone put their magic into a crude demonic gem with information about the tournament.

Looking at the athlete's profile section, there was indeed the word [villager].

"Shh! That girl, [the villager]!

"Don't joke about it. You just used magic, didn't you?

"Isn't that a typo?

"More than that..."

"Oh...... Student Starts Six......"

"Besides, do top magic"

"It's not normal, that guy."

People muttered.

Anxiety, anxiety, suspicion….

Negative emotions swirl.

But......

"He can do it, can't he?

"You can beat our school."

"Oh! Good luck, [villagers]"

"I'll back you up, too!

It turned into a warm applause.

A wave of cheer occurs again.

I often stood still in praise.

Then they slap me on the shoulder.

Or they stroked my hair.

Cecil and Rowan.

Behind it, Sarasa and Sheila are smiling.

"What should I look like at a time like this? You already know that."

"They expect us."

"This is the kingdom of Villa Amst. Tighten your chest!

"Brother!

Ha......

Uh. Uh.

Okay, I get it.

You just have to respond.

I raised my hand.

Then, once again, the roaring cheer boils.

Kings of Amst and other guests who watched seem pleased.

He was applauding like a strong man.

The fifth branch breaks through one round at their leisure.

He showed overwhelming power and advanced to the semi-finals.

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The school's representative, Iolada Dee Diliban, also applauded the work of Russell Singh Stark at all costs.

Red habit hair, blue blue eyes.

A slightly thicker brow on an egg-shaped sweet mask shows him like a samurai.

While thin, the narrowed muscles ran out of the word suppleness, reminding me of a forged sword forged in.

The guy had a friend.

Water-colored hair that stretches to the point of hitting the thick crotch.

The skin is white and looks as clear as a water spirit.

The same big eyes as the hair color were out of focus somewhere and played a part in the mysterious atmosphere that brewed.

Small tall, childish appearance.

And those ears are popping out of my hair, pinned and strained to the side.

He grabbed the demon jewel and wriggled it over his palm.

Her name is Canal Doc Wendo.

A race as rare as Vael's Silver Elves - Blue Elves.

At the school, she was the girl with second best grades after Iolada.

"Wow, him"

Iolada sends praise to his enemies.

Then, Canal shrugged as he looked up at the red-haired youth.

"That's unusual. I can't believe Io praises people."

"Right....... oh. But sure. If you ask me, I might."

"But Io is right. Wow."

"Oh......"

Iolada narrows her eyes.

As soon as I did, I got a rugged look.

Everyone tends to have an eye for the superior magic six-start, but there's something else to commend.

Russell output six superior magics at a time.

It is that amount of magic power output that should be vigilant.

What I remember is the interaction during the eve of the festival.

Chairman Zellman was wary of him.

That word is now a reality.

"Which is awesome, Io?

"Come on, I don't know... I think I'm still winning the output I showed you earlier (…). Honestly, I don't know the bottom, him. Even after the output, he looked like he could afford it. Maybe..."

The output may be higher than mine.

Iolada didn't dare put it to words.

That way, it involves morale.

I couldn't have made my people anxious right now.

But there was something that creeped out the kindness of Iolada like that.

It's the canal next door.

Gently take Iolada's arm.

I pulled in cuddly and hugged him.

"It's okay. Iolada is strong. Because Iolada is a substitute for the birth of brave men."

Iolada realizes.

That Canal helped me that I was about to despair for a moment.

The school representative smiles once now.

"It's okay. You will never lose. I have reliable people."

And Iolada goes to the battlefield again.

As the saying goes, the school won him and the canal with warmth and went pawn to the semifinals.