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

"I disagree!!

My student self-government membership.

As it was decided in that direction, there was something that cut the air in the conference room.

Ha, everyone turns their gaze.

Beyond that was Lucien, secretary of the Student Autonomous Association.

With eyes full of strong determination, take the gaze released from multiple.

Among other things, it was Vael who reacted.

"Shall I ask why, Secretary Lucien? Of course, that wouldn't be a half-breed reason."

"I'm clear, Chairman. I don't trust this man yet."

"What kind of credit is that? Identity? Social position? Or strength?

"Everything. Everything that shapes this man.... but one thing I don't trust, among other things, is that he is [a villager]. He could be a member of the 'Kakumeinoshi'"

Kakumei boar?

I mean, the Revolutionary Shifu.

Yeah? I don't think I've heard that somewhere before.

Yes, it is true that when Bornga's father tried to sell the land in the mountains, his counterpart was named after him.

"What is it, the 'Shifu of the Revolution'?

"Don't be silly! There's no way you don't know them."

"Lucien, you're getting too hot. Russell may not really know."

It was Paiella, the vice chairman, who served as secretary.

But Lucien won't back down.

You're staring at me like a parent's revenge.

On behalf of the autonomous members, it was, unexpectedly, Rowan who explained.

"'Shifu of the Revolution' is a group of terrorists made up mainly of [villagers]"

The slogan is, "Liberation of [the villagers]".

The rights of [villagers] and a group of terrorists who demand an improvement in their status and are engaged in terrorist activities in various countries, he said.

"The way it works, it's obnoxious. For example -"

"Special attack with a bomb."

You'll see as soon as you think about it.

[Villagers] without magic and forces that manipulate the six major professional magic.

If we do it properly, the latter will prevail in ten or eighty-nine years.

However, depending on what you do, [the villagers] also have a chance.

I mean, a one-way ticket suicide bomber.

Compared to 300 years ago, [villagers] also decreased considerably.

But if the population ratio is still the only one, it surpasses other occupations.

On the number, [villagers] are overwhelmingly advantageous.

Numbers of violence are unexpectedly troublesome.

Simultaneous beeping of repressed [villagers].

Even this me scratches a little sweat on my spine.

Now that I think about it, maybe the words of my father, Luxor, who entrusted me with the future of [the villagers], are anticipation of this.

"Okay. Okay, Lucien. How do I admit him"

"Let me duel"

"Hmm..."

Vael narrows his ice eyes.

Lucien continued his words.

"If you can beat me, admit him to the Autonomous Association. But if I win - Russell Singh Stark, you will be expelled. Your presence is too dangerous."

"That condition seems a little unfair, though?

"Then if I lose, I'll leave school too. And Master Vael. I'll quit being your sword."

"You mean you're leaving our house?

For a moment, I didn't see the story, but Payella explained it to me.

Lucien seems to be the son of the Butler of the Rivilds originally.

I went to school to take care of Vael.

This means that Lucien is leaving the Rivilds, where he has served for many years.

The Rivilds, the Duke.

If you become that butler, you will be paid a high salary and you will not have any difficulty living.

But Lucien was trying to fight me, even if he abandoned his position and his family.

That's never for school, etc.

Everything is for the Lord who serves.

It was to keep dangerous factors away, large and small.

That's it. Get ready to challenge me.

"Fine."

Vael closed his eyelids quietly.

In the conference room, it squeaks for a moment.

Payella, who was watching the interaction on the side, expressed opposition, but the chairman never retracted the words.

"However, he/she will take it..."

Ice eyes can be directed towards me.

To be clear, I don't understand anything about subordinate love.

For the sake of others, throw out your life.

Same goes for Sarasa and Cecil, but it's an incomprehensible emotion to me.

But I have a purpose.

Be strong.

To that end, dive into a dungeon held by the school.

If anyone stops it, even if others were to shake their lives on the stick, I would defeat them relentlessly.

"If that's what it takes to join an autonomous association...... There are no differences. Take that duel."

Thus, a rematch between me and Lucien was decided.

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You can't lose......

Lucian Creffield ascertains the feel of the sword of love.

What I was holding was a dagger curved like a sickle.

Hold that one wave at a time with one hand.

I mean, duplicitous.

This was the major feature of the Creffield Sword Martial Arts that we developed to protect the Lord.

A dagger with a small turn indoors.

Grasp each one with your hands in turn and backhand, so that it adheres to your body.

Capture the sword with one organ of the body, as well as mow the neck of the evil man if necessary, based on the shape of the defense.

Because its appearance was like 'dance', it was called 'sword dance' by the Lord.

The greatest characteristic would be speed.

A butler must serve the Lord's side faster than anyone else.

Because of those philosophies, the Creffield family has placed emphasis on speed.

Body with extra fat loss and squeezed to the extreme.

The two swords are also carefully selected to sharpen and lighten the thickness up to the hardness criterion.

Even if the opponent is a [Wizard], he will not fall behind.

If it's about ten steps away, I'm confident I'll mow that neck before chanting.

But this time the target is [the villager].

Moreover, it has the same rate of chanting as the Lord who serves.

No, it could be more than that.

Still win.

Jump into the nostalgia and mow a man's neck.

That's all.

Standing between Lucien and Russell was the referee Vael.

The place is moving.

It's a training room surrounded by thick walls of magical silver.

Magic silver had more [hardness increase] and [magic destruction] magic that was passively activated.

Even if you use magic a little flashy, it has a durable ability that won't break.

Slowly Lucien and Russell are in position.

Ten steps at a distance.

I can get close in two steps myself.

Already this distance was a kill zone for Lucien.

But that would be the same for Russell.

Conditions are five fifths.

And then, which is faster.

That's just it!

"Beginning!!

Lucien kicks the ground.

Magic doesn't start.

They just bounce off the difference in magic power output anyway.

The only thing you can count on is your own body.

Bullying pulled out since I was a kid and built up the speed.

And only strong loyalty to the Lord.

I can go!

Lucien is convinced.

The timing was great.

I am slightly nervous but not ill.

The muscles are relaxed just as well.

She also breathed well.

All you have to do is accelerate.

All you have to do is stick this sword down their throat.

Win! For Vael!!

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JUDWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

The roar echoed into the training room.

Shake indoors hard.

At the same time, the visible light covered his sight.

That's giant lightning attribute magic.

Until earlier, Lucien is beaten to the spot where he was, making noises like he scratched iron.

The pressure of that magic is awesome.

The wall of magical silver (misrills), which the school had exhausted its skill, was instantly broken through with resistance and cracks in both sharp sounds.

More explosions.

Smoke rises from the heart.

All those who were witnessing had a startling look on their faces.

[Frozen Dog Witch] Even Vael is frozen.

I stared into the blast with my magic activated posture.

After a while, the whole thing finally gets exposed.

The magical silver-covered room contained countless cracks and the blast site sank as if even a giant iron sphere had been dropped.

And at the heart of it...

There was a figure of Lucien who turned black.

"Lucien!"

The first person to rush over was Payella.

Check the pulse immediately.

I caressed my chest down with relief.

"He's alive... Good. Recover now."

It begins to heal Lucian's body, which was burned by the heat of the lightning attribute.

The product used is [Great Recovery].

At that age, I didn't know I could use advanced magic......

I guess she's also one of the fierce members of the Autonomous Society.

"Thank you, Russell Singh Stark"

"Nothing...... I didn't do anything to thank you."

"No, you really fought Lucien. Thank you for that."

Vael stared at a young man who was both a classmate and a squire to be healed by Payella.

In its narrowed eyes, a few hearts of mercy can be seen.

If it's true, you're worried enough to want to fly away and hug me.

Failure to do so may not have allowed her to hold onto it.

It was Lucian who recognized this battle.

"Really? But I didn't mean it..."

Vael laughed.

Sounds like a little fun.

"Hehe...... That's a lie. Indeed, on the output, it would not have been maximum. But lightning attribute magic is hard to control. Much more than regular people think...... You barely helped Lucien, aiming for a deadly wound. One more push took his life, but he took control of the magic and helped him in the most difficult way. What is it?"

I flaunted my shoulder.

"That's right, you're the chairman. Your eyes are brilliant."

"Hehe...... Can you illuminate it?"

"What happens to him?

"If you feel like it, you've been saved by someone who can fall asleep lightly. What that means. I don't know, he's not hard on his head. I can't even put it around my neck. This man is my squire. The Lord is the only one who can put a squire around his neck."

Besides, the chairman continued his conversation.

"I know what he's worried about. Lucian's mother died in the suicide bombing of [the villagers]. I guess you don't want me to either."

"You understand him well, don't you?"

"Naturally...... He's..."

You're my best friend.

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We were supposed to be free for a while.

Lucien is safe.

Payella's magic restored her without a single scar.

All you have to do is wait for your consciousness to recover.

The story of the [clergyman (Cleric)], who resides at the school, was that he would wake up tomorrow.

We go outside and breathe the air for the first time in a long time.

We talked about going out for dinner, and Cecil, Sarasa, and Rowan went to the school cafeteria.

I was invited, too, but there was too much going on today.

That's my body screaming, too, and when she wanted to go home to the dorm early to rest, the three of them let me go light.

I'm currently on my way home alone with a bump.

The sun sank far into the shadow of the royal castle, and the sky was stained with cedar.

I look at it and I stop.

I exhaled heavily.

Phew...... I didn't do anything wrong.

That's what I miss about school grounds where no one else is.