A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

"Razhausen?"

When I was surprised, Patrick frowned and expressed disgust.

"Always making fun of this guy..."

Patrick calms his anger as if to fix it, and smiles again.

"Even healers knew the name of Razhausen, the king's capital."

That's not where I was surprised.

Mr. Anold did have a son, and he said he was attending High Kuwait.

If…….

"I am Arnold Razhausen's fruitful son, the current king of Razhausen. I'm advising you, the prince, that it's better for you to listen."

It still seems so.

Even so, what is wrong with this bare line?

Not at all alike and still unbelievable.

A man without such a crude resemblance is a prince.

"I see, I wondered what it was like because I said it was Mr. Arnold's son, but I totally missed my expectations. Overconfident and arrogant. Did I just say typical little boy?

"Mr. Arnold? ……

I'm surprised you're uncomfortable with my mouth, Patrick.

However, he immediately went back to looking down again so as to mislead his expression.

"You… bring up the king's name and speak as if you knew him… a fool."

"... what?

"Then don't be ridiculous! I wish I was on the wrong side!

When did this guy say he was bad (freshly)?

And from earlier on, I'm uncomfortable with this guy's attitude.

I feel as though I'm not used to prestige.

"Get on the surface! I'll tell you how out of place you are!

"Please wait, Master Patrick"

Sierra went between me and Patrick.

"Hey, what are you?"

"My name is Sierra Ecalato"

"I know that, you were introducing yourself now"

"is affiliated with the White King Knights, Sierra Ecalato. Dear Patrick, we went to the Academy with King Arnold's permission. He was also granted direct permission to join the King."

"... not just the name of the king, but even the name of the White King"

Patrick trembled in anger.

"Don't do it, Patrick. It's forbidden to use magic to do harm, and it's forbidden to rub it, right?

A few classmates also start going into arbitration.

"This is not rubbing. I'm telling you. But you do..."

The arrogance is also very clear.

"I can't do it here, I'll teach you in the exercise area. Well, that's not a problem, is it?

"Exercise area hey..."

I looked down at the nigger like I bracketed the height.

The look of Patrick's anger is applauded.

"Well, that's fine"

I'll tell you one thing or the other.

The exercise area was a domed gymnasium.

I mean indoors.

In vain high ceilings, I felt so liberated that even baseball seemed to be able to do it.

It's bouldering, it's just going to school and it's costing me money.

It's a golden one.

"Don't civilians understand"

Patrick was one loathsome guy.

"So, what are we gonna do?

Across the street in the middle of the field, Patrick began to explain.

The other students gathered in the audience and seem to be waiting now or not until the guy who was in arbitration.

Of course there were Toa, Sierra and Nem figures there.

"The use of magic and simulated warfare is permitted here. I'll do the archery now. Appreciate it, it's the first and last."

Students from other classes start showing up in the guest seats.

"What the..."

"Surprised, this is my power as a prince. People come together even in mock warfare. They're downright depressing."

Patrick glanced at the guest seat as if he were proud.

"Your husband! He's not in a mess like that..."

I saw Nem getting his mouth suppressed and rammed by Toa.

"When this is over, leave the college."

"What if I win?

Patrick grinned as he squirted with his belly in his arms.

"Don't worry, it's not there"

Are you going to accomplish something just by saying royalty?

I'm sorry about Mr. Arnold, but I'll put some moxibustion on him.

The passenger seat I was bothering with gradually quiets down, and one shot there sounds as a signal -.

"Let's start with elementary magic! -" Fire! "

A fire lit Patrick's hand and a single fireball was unleashed.

Move a little sideways to avoid it.

It doesn't matter what happens when you hit it.

The fire burned out the ground right next to me.

"I need you to avoid that."

I feel slightly bigger than a regular fireball, but would you say that this guy is also excellent in some ways?

But I felt different from Sieg's.

That's more fundamental.

"Fire"

Same thing flew in again, multiple next.

Patrick had chanted many times.

After all, it's the difference between heaven and earth from Zeke.

This was also avoided by physical abilities alone, especially without the use of skills such as "Divine Speed".

Patrick's expression begins to cloud.

"Freya!"

Go on. An even bigger fireball flew in next.

Avoid and show as well.

It's too late, too late.

It's a level where you can stop and see.

I didn't think it would make a difference so far depending on the wizard's abilities.

I can see now how many users Sieg was.

Which means this guy's magic isn't on the field level at all.

I am also arrogant.

I guess I'm just not lying about what this guy is saying either.

Because the students at this college are supposed to be excellent.

You just should think about simply hitting them first.

I concentrate too much on chanting.

If you don't hit it, it's just a trick like this.

"Are you in a hurry? This is not the only way to hit it. But, well, this is your level."

That word changed the color of Patrick's eyes.

"Flaming Hammer (Divorcade) - -!"

A red magic formation appeared at Patrick's feet and a giant fireball appeared over his head.

I've also seen this magic.

I found out later, but it's definitely someone who says advanced magic or something.

At that moment, there was cheer from the guest seat.

Everyone is excited about Patrick's play.

But I'm sick of it. Sierra and Toa will be aware of that, too.

"How about that! This is my magic! Can this be a healer!

"... I can't, I guess"

"..." Patrick gave a more proud look than ever.

"Throw it, 'cause you won't avoid it this time"

"... you're kidding, surrender"

"I'm not joking, this is a one-horse hit. Then we should do it to the end. There's no hesitation, see, just throw it. I wouldn't die if I hit it."

"Knock..."

Anger with a glimpse into a strong expression.

"What's up, just throw it! You're gonna beat me and get that crappy prince's strength and recognition!

I was talking about that.

"- An idiot!

Patrick was flushed by my provocation and unleashed that huge fireball.

The heat is transmitted.

But...

"Clearly, it's out of the question."

I gently shook the fireball off with my left hand and left.

Cancelled, the scattered fireball interfered with the barrier like membrane when facing the guest seat and completely extinguished.

"Was it a membrane for it after all"

Patrick solidified on the spot with his mouth open.

The guests' seats were silent and the exercise area quieted down as if they had been cheering.

"... I expected some because I said it was Mr. Arnold's son. He bought me a drink and taught me about the college, so I thought I'd put my moxibustion on you for what it meant to give back. But..."

"............ hey, what the hell" I can tell by the look on your face. Patrick totally admitted to losing.

"It's not a scholarship, can I just say it's done well? What's the point of all this fuzzy magic that just intimidates you?

……

"Maybe it wasn't even my place to come, I think I am looking at you. I'm not here to learn to play. There's nothing for your cheap pride either."

I looked into the guest seat.

"So do you guys, you're gonna laugh at this guy in the shadows after this anyway, right? So, what were you so excited about earlier? If so, you guys are just like this guy. You can give up on the magician's dreams and go for even the magician. In action, maybe you'll be killed in an instant."

Keep your back, I'll leave the exercise area behind.

Neither Patrick nor anyone, said anything.

I just left the exercise area, and the three of them caught up.

"You've got enemies everywhere."

Toa was laughing.

"... maybe"

"Your husband was cool!

"He's a total bad guy, though. Let's just say I gave Mr. Arnold back his debt."

"But there was no other way?

"Sorry, Sierra, I'm clumsy."

The three of us understand.

Then that's all I need.

I don't ask for anything else.

"There's also a library here, right?

"It's a school, isn't it?"

"Then why don't you hang out with me for a second, to find the healer's magic"

"I don't mind that. That happened, but you switch often."

"Nothing, it's not a big deal"

Here's the key to keeping Toa from dying.

The key to saving.

That's all I've had in my head since I saw the prophecy in Artemias.

And when I came to the library, I found a book that I couldn't read.

There was an adventurer somewhere.

The adventurer was the best adventurer in town.

One day, the adventurer stole something his best friend cherished.

Adventurers never try to apologize.

But my best friend forgave the adventurer.

One day, an adventurer made a friend called Sarpent.

The greedy adventurer walked with his sarpent arrogantly.

Serpent has taken the adventurer from his best friend.

Adventurers still don't try to apologize to their best friends.

My best friend still allowed the adventurer -.

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The adventurer betrayed his best friend.

It was that book that appeared in the abyss: The Unnamed Adventurer.