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

Episode 79 Sage, Let Me Know!

"What a winner..."

Lyna shook her voice.

The same goes for other students.

Eventually, the tremor passed all over his body.

Open your mouth wide and start twisting your body.

I started laughing.

"Hahahahahahaha...... Hey, what's the winner of all this? You know where you stand?

Yeah?

Am I being so weird?

"You, aren't you [the villager]? That's the kind of guy who declares all wins? What a joke. I'm just gonna have to laugh."

The same goes for other students.

Iolada is also loosening her mouth while sending a slightly sympathetic gaze.

But I'm the one who laughed.

"You can stay alert. That also increases your chances of winning. You're the one who brought that [villager] into the school where he's a delegate in the first place, right?

"Nah -!"

"Precisely so that the [villagers] don't put their feet on it."

I flipped around.

Look at Sheila's face, who was holding back behind her.

She was reddening her white skin and staring at Lina.

I'm swelling my cheeks.

Bad for Sheila, but I thought she was a little cute.

"Sheila, let's go"

"Are you okay, brother?"

"Tomorrow, you'll see if it's up to you."

I gave him my hand.

Sheila takes her brother's hand, a little confused.

I escorted my sister straight out of the room.

"Hey! Vael! Are you all right? Your representative!!

Lina bites Vael.

I stared at the chairman's icy eyes, still from a low position.

In response to his impatient gaze, Vael bowed his eyelids.

Eventually, I had a ruthless grin.

"Hey, what is it?

They seemed to make fun of me.

All the while, Lyna pointed at her mouth.

"I'm sorry. I miss you."

"I miss...?

"When I first met Russell, I had the same reaction as Lyna"

"Well, then you will. [Villager] It's him. I still think Vael is being threatened..."

"Maybe it's half true."

"Ha..."

"We're threatened, Lyna."

To the absolute strength of Russell Sin Stark......

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As Chairman Vael met his childhood friends, our brothers and sisters were reunited with the people we miss.

"Long time no see, Sheila. And Russell Singh Stark."

A young man with bright white hair and round glasses.

He has slightly rounded his back and glowed a dim black tri-white eye from the back of his glasses.

Fambro Guiller Marcal.

Villa Amst, third year in the upper class of the Kingdom Military School.

At the age of fourteen, he has an alias for 'Strategist' and has been awarded the Viscount title.

I'm a student of the military school where we fought in the delegate race.

And it hits Sheila's senior.

But the clothes you're wearing don't belong to a military school.

Design is the same uniform I wear.

but the colors are different.

Yellow.

That belonged to the fourth branch - the School of Adventurers of the Sow Merchant Country.

I've been wondering since the rules were explained.

I didn't know Fambro was attending the Adventurer School in the Soo merchant country......

"In relation to the title, it takes the form of studying abroad. But in this way, I didn't know we were going to rematch you guys? Of course, Sarasa Vogard's here, isn't she?

"You know, Fambro. With your eyes."

Fambro's eyes glow.

They launched a [futuristic view] that they were good at.

I had an ugly grin that I couldn't.

"Thanks to him, what a humiliation I have suffered..."

As for Fambro, I heard rumors about the wind, too.

By Sarasa, Fambro, who was slapped on what was important to the man, was then put in charge at the hospital.

They were red and swollen up to about the size of a cobbler.

Then she was hospitalized for about five days.

A hard return to military school is also a fuss about Sheila.

When I met my people, they were the end of laughing at me just looking at my face.

He said that didn't connect by the time that was a terrible bully, but Fambro's pride wanted to be hurt and he decided to study abroad in the Soo merchant country.

"I'll let that woman know. Of course, you live in peace with your brother, too!

Hit Sheila with anger, too.

Rebellion is also a good place.

My sister was one of yours.

When unilaterally declared, Fambro turns his back.

I walked towards the exit.

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Finally, the first day of the Kowloon Cup.

Party battle begins.

An outdoor circular field as if it had been cut round.

Around it stands an audience with [junctions] stretched out.

When he cheered, he applauded the students who showed up.

It's overcrowded.

"Wow. I'm getting nervous."

Cecil rubbed her own two arms.

The climate is not even cold, but rather hot.

Yet I had goosebumps.

Strong Cecil in action, too, seems unusual and nervous.

Both Sarasa and Rowan have a slightly stiff expression.

The big cheer should have been in the air when he was running for delegate.

but the air in the Kowloon Cup was different again.

The opponent of the first round was the third branch - the Senedina Elite Kingdom.

Forest kingdom with many elves.

In magic technology, Galvair is also a country contending for first or second place, especially in the study of spiritual magic.

Naturally, all the other people are elves.

It's also the Wizard.

I guess they're going to wipe it out all at once from ranged attacks.

"At the last tournament, he's a mighty man who's left the fifth branch and placed third."

"You suddenly don't know who you're dealing with."

To Sheila's explanation, Cecil scratched her red hair.

Then I stepped forward.

"I'll do the first round alone."

"Huh? Brother"

"Russell?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Russell, I think I said something weird."

Cecil rushes to correct her earlier weak words.

But I only moved my neck and smiled at my people.

"It's not like that. If you can, I want to hide your strengths until the finals."

"In that sense, you'd better hide your powers, Russell"

"Rowan's opinion is good. - But apparently, the people here are terribly skeptical of my prowess. Thank you for insulting me, but I don't like being able to make boring claims later."

If I knew, I would have taken it seriously from the start.

It's often an excuse for the weak to bark.

Excuses are excuses......

That's what they say to habits that I've never really won.

Then why don't we be the first to say hello so you can be serious?

I just thought so.

"Introduction!!

Here we go.

Moments, the third branch exercises magic.

Magic and output, and wavelength.

Probably, but an intermediate-scale magic of the genus Wind.

As expected, they'll wipe it out from a long distance at once.