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

Sheila Singh Stark had been back in the dorm for a long time.

No, it's more of a mansion than a dorm.

Sheila now lived in a sharehouse where only the top four military schools would be allowed to live.

Far wider than a pigbox-like dorm, with fluffy bets.

I have my own housemaid, and yet I can live like an aristocrat.

The only downside is that you have to spend time under the same roof, with your competitors.

Sheila crosses the courtyard of the mansion.

When I tried to make my way to the front door, I heard a voice.

"You're back, Sheila"

It was the boy with the glasses who spoke up.

Bright white hair, black triple white eyes.

It was so white that I wondered if it had ever hit the day, and the pianist's delicate fingers had a deep cup pattern on them.

At first glance, his name, which appears to be infirm, is Fabro Guiller Marcal.

He's also the second-largest man in military school.

At the age of fourteen, he has the alias "strategist," and while a student participates as a staff officer in three conflicts. It unfortunately demonstrates its ability and leads the Royal Army to victory.

His achievements were recognized and he was awarded the Viscount title (Guiller) at the youngest in history.

"Fabro, I was back. You were fast this time."

"The enemy was incompetent. Get caught up in the maneuver that I set up. Thanks to you, the damage over here is zero. This adds another medal."

"Hmmm......"

"Ah. There won't be a big war somewhere. [Villagers] I'm tired of them. More than that, he fell in the middle of a triumph festival. Are you all right now?

"It's unusual for a fabro to worry about someone else. You know that, right?"

"Ha! Naturally."

Fabro took off his glasses.

Magic in black eyes.

It began to glow in gold.

"I see everything in my eyes."

"Yes."

Sheila's attitude is only unscrupulous.

He was throwing his gaze at Fabro as if he were staring at Kamako.

"By the way, is Russell Sin Stark your brother or sister or something?

"... come on. I don't know."

"Last day of the Triumph Festival. There will be exemplary matches. Some of the other delegates had the same last name as you. I don't think Stark has a last name in the Baron."

"Don't make me say it again and again, Fabro. I told you."

He said he didn't know Russell Sin Stark......

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Final day of the Triumph Festival.

An exemplary game was about to begin.

The Knights Coaching Ground beside the Royal Palace is surrounded by an unusual fervour.

It was the nobility, the students of the school and their associates who gathered.

The battle of fate once a year.

In an attempt to watch it, many humans, had their voices up.

We look at the sight from within the tent that serves as an athlete's room.

Beyond the hard sand, a large audience awaited the appearance of athletes.

Sneaking out of the tent, Sarasa asks what's going on outside.

I shuddered my body.

"You're an amazing person. I'm getting nervous."

"It's something exciting, but the lower horse review seems to be overwhelmingly advantageous over there. Nobody seems to think we're gonna win."

Cecil pokes her cheekstick, "Ah."

It was Rowan who sneezed that red hair.

"You can overshadow him. Right, Russell?"

"Rowan is right. Don't worry. You guys are strong. If you calm him down, he'll have the power to screw around as much as the military school elite."

"But..."

Sarasa looks down at her lack of confidence.

I took her hand and looked at her.

"Hawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawaa"

Ignoring my buddies' changes, I kept my word.

"I don't want you to believe in yourself. But believe me, Sarasa, I believe you can win."

"Ugh, yeah -"

At that time, the announcement of athlete admission flows.

We formed a circle.

"I'm gonna win!

"Why, Cecil said. This is Russell."

"It's good. This is Cecil's job."

"hahaha......"

"Then again...... I'm gonna win!

"" "" Oh!!

The voices align.

Turning over the tent, we set out to fight.

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Sheila, on the other hand, was in a different tent from the other players.

It was Ravench sitting in front of her in the chair.

The bald-headed man grins as he mercies my child.

"How you feeling, Sheila?

"Not bad"

"Right. That's good."

Ravench's relationship with Sheila is longer than Sheila's fruit father's.

As a young girl, she was to be enrolled in military school, but the first year she cried all the time in the dorm.

It's useless as it is.

School officials who thought so suggested that she be returned home once.

But Ravench disagreed and kept leaning on Sheila.

She, too, let Ravench have her heart, albeit slightly.

The turning point came when I was six years old.

Sheila Singh Stark changed dramatically when she swallowed a gem that Ravench gave her as a "stronger medicine".

I started going to school and improved my grades.

At the same time, he lost his humanity.

Admitted to secondary school in the flying class.

It should be noted that her absorption is amazing, pulling out the "strategist" fabro and now reigning at the top of the military school middle school.

To Sheila, Ravench was like a second father who saved herself from hell.

"The opponent is Russell Singh Stark. Are you okay?"

"No problem"

"Yes. Good boy. It's today's medicine."

Ravench offers a gem.

Sheila swallowed the medicine without hesitation.

Fluffy blonde hair rises.

The skin was found to glow slightly and enrich with magic.

"I'm coming."

"Oh. Kill him."

Ravench offers his fist.

Sheila gently rubbed her fist and left for the venue.

Ravench bites his finger as he sees the back of his daughter, who should be the same.

"You abominable kid. Do you want to see your sister?"

But...

"Well, fine. My brainwashing is impossible to solve."

The last time I laughed.

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The first game of the exemplary game was about to begin.

Military school representative Alarcos Rierta is a Dwarf man.

Despite being a small race, the man is taller than Rowan.

His body was big, tight, and seemed to be working out quite a bit.

Against, the same Dwarves.

"Adventurer School Representative Cecil Ribom!!

When called, Cecil raised her hand and responded to the cheer.

When I was in the tent, I looked a little nervous.

But I can't even feel fine dust right now.

I guess it's the type that turns the pressure around into power.

Cecil and Alarkos confront each other.

"Introduction!"

It was Cecil who popped up with the signal.

By contrast, Alarcos seems to welcome him.

I pulled out my sword and started the magic.

[Muscle mass enhancement]

Cecil also moves, while activating magic.

[Sharpening]

[Lightweight]

Double boot.

Watching it, the spectator seat boiled.

"Nah. Didn't you double start now?

"Besides, we're on the move."

"Hey...... Didn't you just say elementary school?

"Was Adventurer School that level!!

What surprised me was the students at the military school, which is on the enemy's side.

I am peeling my eyes at the double activation that Cecil expressed without difficulty.

With that voice sideways, Cecil's blade approached Alarkos.

But Alarkos is calm.

I was capturing enemies properly.

Swing it down from the big upper section.

Sharp!!

The height of the original underlying ability.

[Muscle mass enhancement] from there.

Alarkos' swing left even the sound behind.

haaaaaaaa!!

Roll up hard sand easily.

The sand splashed and even took to the audience.

The tip of the sword you waved down.

There is no sign of Cecil.

Did your body splash on too many swords?

The hunch makes the audience look blue.

But the answer is no.

Alarkos, who has completely lost sight of his enemies, explores his surroundings.

When I noticed the signs, they were taking my back completely.

"Over here!

I look back in a hurry.

But it's late.

Cecil's blade rested on Alarcos' shoulder.

Kickin '!

A hard metal sound sounds.

"Guuuuuuuu..."

It was Alarcos who laughed.

I'm stopping Cecil's blade with that big shoulder.

The brown skin was dull stained.

[Flesh Sterilization]

[Warrior (Warrior)] Intermediate magic.

It was magic that transformed flesh into steel, added to the slash, and withstood magical attacks as well.

"You're not the only one who can double start."

Alarcos wins as if the battle has been decided.

But he wasn't the only one who laughed.

"Ahhh! Then I'll lay it down even further!

"What no!!

Cecil started the magic.

Double activate further.

[Object Acceleration] [Hardness Increase]

Grant to the sword ceded by the father.

And I shook it up.

[Object acceleration] wave down the sword that got it.

It accelerated more and more and eventually even left the sound behind.

speed - and strength obtained by [hardness increase].

The sharpness brought about by [sharpening] devoured the steel flesh.

Make a sound like breaking glass, smashing and scattering.

On Alarcos' shoulder, Cecil's sword pierced him.

"Gwwwwwwwww!!

Screaming like a big man's kedathing.

At the moment, the referee raised his hand, "There is a battle".

It's Cecil's victory.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Awesome!

"It's a double boot overlay!

"How far is Adventurer School going?"

"Who is it, who said military school is stronger!

Cheers up.

He stood tall and praised the unexpected victory on the part of the Adventurer School.

Cecil returns.

High-touch with me.

"That went well. If you can run a double boot in action, you can start a triple boot right away."

"Thanks to a ghostly coach."

Disgusting, Cecil's face felt fulfilled.

The way [Blacksmith] fights is how he can inflict magic on weapons and protective equipment.

Magic repertoire.

And the number of multiple chants.

It was [the blacksmith] 's way to extremes it.

But the guys at the military school were weaker than I thought.

I was so surprised by the double start.

I thought I had a little bone, but I could afford this exemplary game...

You could win......

I raised my mouth and laughed niggly.