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

Episode 54 Sage, I haven't seen you again in 300 years

Attempted parade suicide bomber.

Student Brainwashing Case at Military School.

King Amst's attempted bombing.

The Triumph Festival, where three major incidents took place, closed the curtain unexpectedly and quietly.

Especially about Ravench, who was a researcher enrolled in a military school, was reported sensationally, whose notoriety struck inside and out.

Of particular surprise was the fact that a human being with the function of [Scholar (Professor)] had participated in the "Shifu of the Revolution".

Until now, the constituents of "Shishi of the Revolution" have been thought to be mainly [villagers].

This time, however, for the first time a human with the six great vocational magic was confirmed, which, with a strong shock, passed over the outer walls of the Wang capital to other countries.

Ravench took his life.

They're honest with the investigation.

He was brilliant enough to graduate from military school.

He entered the Royal Institute of Magic Instruction and was thought to be a whole street of birth, but advocated radical human experiments to make stronger soldiers and knights, and was finally fired.

In the form of a half-left transition, he was given a small lab beside teaching at a military school, on a budget as high as a sparrow's tears, and he said he was conducting his own research with perseverance, which could also be called obsession.

A country that doesn't try to understand itself.

Upper level.

At the end of the day, king.

That you resented them, needless to say.

I was poked there by the Shifu of the Revolution.

As a result, he was also, apparently, planning to join the activity in a brainwashed fashion and to approach the king using a good Sheila.

The chief and deputy graduates of military schools are given the opportunity to see with the King.

Being a second-in-command graduate himself, he was aiming at this time and bombing his sister.

However, the plan was attributed to blisters.

By the hands of [Villagers (Me)].

And I fulfilled the king's vision, which was also Ravench's memorial.

On the red carpet, I'm Fuku.

Next to it was a line of nobles and lords, and before he went up the steps in front of him, King Johann Epel Galvan Amst withheld to the throne.

As always, I'm flattered.

He caught one mouth end and was grinning.

Next to it, an old gray-haired man with a skeleton face reads out my accomplishments.

Apparently the interior minister of the kingdom of Villa Amst.

When I finished reading it all, I told him this at the end.

"Surface up but good, Russell Singh Stark"

Finally face up.

I felt a stronger gaze than when I was laying on my head.

You seem more alert than welcome.

The reason would be the same as Lucien, secretary of the Autonomous Society.

Everyone is afraid of the unidentified [villagers].

I knew this was going to happen, so I wasn't on board.

But I can see the king of this country.

In the sense of knowing what kind of person he was, he thought it would be better to meet him once or so.

The king rises from the throne.

I flipped a cloak of fat.

"Thank you for helping my son Rasharan, and the people of the kingdom, not just my life. It was great, Russell Singh Stark"

"What a waste of words, Your Majesty"

"Let them take the reward. Kaneko? Is that land or honor? Wherever possible, let's fulfill the request. Don't hesitate."

I mean, anything...?

You're pretty chubby.

Three hundred years ago, there was no money in the country.

Whatever merit I had, I was just awarded a medal.

Year after year, my chest and shoulders are heavier and easier.

Well, a reward.

What shall I do?

Actually, I wasn't thinking about it at all.

I'm not in trouble with the money.

I've been selling out tips and warcraft material since my early childhood, and I actually hold gold coins that slightly exceed my total assets in Stark territory.

If you feel like it, it's possible to buy up your own home territory.

I don't even need honor.

I understand in my previous life that the medals have no effect where they have increased.

When that happens, the territory.

It's unnecessary to me, but it's not a bad idea to expand Stark territory.

With more tax revenues, my father would have a good life too.

but -.

I honestly don't think Luxor will take that.

Yeah, I can see it, it's pretty pride, my father.

Six years after losing to me, it's also a testament to the fact that I've continued to train without being indispensable.

If I knew it had been applied by my son, I might happen to rush through angry hair heaven and purposefully punch him into the king's capital.

Well, I'm in trouble.

Other than basically "getting stronger," it seems I'm abnegate.

Be strong - huh?

That's right.

I looked up.

"Well, I have one favor to ask you."

"What?

"Did you know that a new hierarchy was discovered the other day in a dungeon managed by the School of Adventurers?

"I'm listening. We're going to organize an expedition nearby and start an investigation. I hear the discoverer did. With its youth, I didn't know it was profound in ancient languages, even magic... I'm afraid so."

"Thank you. … Could you please give me permission to explore that dungeon?

"Hmm. That means you want to volunteer for an expedition?

I shook my head.

"No. I want to dive alone."

"What!? Alone. Isn't that somewhat dangerous?

"No, because one person is more comfortable..."

"Does that mean our expedition is on foot, kid!

The anger echoes in the blink of an eye.

Glass windows with strong sunlight plunged in shivered.

A little bird pops up watching him outside.

While the queues and nobles were lined up, a man came out of line.

Hold your helmet aside, squeak your full mails and stand beside me.

I looked up like a potato.

The atmosphere is the martial arts.

but according to [Appraisal], [Wizard].

"Atonorough, 2nd Knight Commander...... In front of the king. Be modest."

The minister sends a cold gaze.

It's a small, all-encompassing style of civilian appreciation, but it had quite sharp eyesight.

But the captain named Atonorough, he won't back down.

rougher nose and disputed.

"No. I will not refrain, Minister. Students and [villagers] have made our second knights false."

Calm down, Lord Atonorough.

Yet another voice echoes.

Just like Atonorough, the one who came out of the line was a blonde good man.

I remember.

No, there's no way I'll forget.

He was the chief knight I met on the practical exam for the Admission Exam to Adventurers School.

"Levelier, let's not get your mouth pinched. This is a matter for the Second Knights. It's got nothing to do with you in the First Knights."

"Best of all. But it's not irrelevant, Lord Atonoroff. He and I had some connections. Right, Russell Singh Stark. Besides, he's my ex-boss' son. You can't leave me alone."

"Right, Stark...... Son of that luxor!!

"Huh. I thought the last name Stark was no other, but it was still Luxor's son, or so it was."

Atonorough wasn't the only one who responded to the name.

The king also knew his father's name again.

Now is the time to be a country aristocrat, and to be better suited than a sword, but that is the former Knights Commander.

Surely there will be nothing the king does not know.

"I'm afraid, Your Majesty. Let me proceed with caution. I have seen and am familiar with Russell Singh Stark's strength before. That level, perhaps the school teacher, no - we believe it has already surpassed the strength of the Knights of a nation"

"Nah! Revelier! Damn, what are you talking about!!

Atonoroff rebuts by turning his face bright red.

But Levelier doesn't move.

I kept talking.

"I was wondering if there was anything wrong with letting him explore alone. Besides, Russell students are far more thoughtful and intelligent than we are. That is also evident from the fact that for over 300 years we have discovered the depth of a dungeon that we could not find. Instead, there is no such person - and I will be foolish."

"I see. It would be a good idea for Levelier to make a move."

"Heh, sire!!

Atonorough can be a wolf.

"Calm down, Atonorough. Okay, here's what we'll do. Minister, prepare for the 'scales of trial'."

The Interior Minister moves Pickle and Eyebrows.

After a short while, I drooled my head in silence.

Leaving between sights.

A while later, he showed up with four soldiers.

Each of the soldiers had four corners, placed over their shoulders and held them up.

Put it in the middle of the room and I'll pay for the cloth.

What appeared was the scale of the Warcraft, which also seemed like the seemingly turtle's armor.

I knew that.

Scale of S-Rank Warcraft Adamangirder.

Part of the outer shell of the world's hardest disaster-grade warcraft.

It was impossible for me to break the magic of each of the six professions.

So much for a hard outer shell.

Well, even if I didn't slash the outer shell, the crusade was easy.

Hard outside, but soft belly in contact with the ground.

If you pierce with the magic of earthly attributes, you can defeat them lightly.

"Russell, this is called the Scale of Try."

The king explains.

"It's a scale of a warcraft called Adamangirder. But it's not just a scale of warcraft. Sora. You will see. that there are great wounds on the scales."

Indeed......

There were two big scratches on Adamangarder's scales.

It crosses and draws the letter X, but it hasn't reached the point of amputation.

I lean my neck.

Is that it? Something... I've seen it.

Oh! Yes!!

It's a wound I used to put on when I was working on slashing Adamangarter.

Surely one was when [Warrior (Warrior)].

The second is the wound that was applied when [Blacksmith].

If you look closely, some parts are melting rather than just scratches, and that's probably the mark you put on [Wizard of Magic (Wizard)].

I didn't know there was one left in the world 300 years from now.

As it was at the time.