Shikkaku Mon no Saikyou Kenja~ Sekai Saikyou no Kenja ga Sarani Tsuyoku Naru Tameni Tenseishimashita~

"Master Lake has defeated the demon!

I magically change my voice color, pretend to be a villager and scream.

"Huh? Huh?

I tell my brother Lake, who doesn't understand the situation, to keep his voice down.

"I'm not here. Brother Lake defeated the demon. Ouch?

"How could you do that...?

"It's a lot of trouble when I find out I'm out there, and I don't need a clue. Besides, Brother Lake needs to be our next principals..."

It's horrible to just think that Bifgel is the next winner.

Don't worry, you can't leave the territory.

"But I can't believe you took the handles."

"Then I guess you want me to push back so I can leave the territory smoothly. See you later!

While we were talking, it looks like the inhabitants came this way.

There's no ex and no kid when I'm found, so once I get my distance, I decide to watch while I erase the signs.

"The demon has been defeated!

After the villagers gathered, Brother Lake proclaimed.

That's a negative thing about backwards - apparently, they haven't found out.

The point is you didn't say who knocked him down.

Well, before I find out I'm out of the house, too, suppose I go home?

- By the way, Bifgel seemed to have just hit a thick part of his protective equipment, only suffered minor injuries.

He's a lucky guy.

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Then, two days later.

For some reason, I had been summoned by my father, Castle, who had returned.

That, too, alone.

"You're here, Matty."

Confirming I was here, my father Castle opened his mouth.

"You know about the day before yesterday?

"Yes. Brother Lake defeated the demon, didn't he?

"Oh. 'Lake' seems to have defeated the demons of the polar demonic species. I saw the body, too, but it was a great fat one.

"Brother Lake is a swordsman!

I know it's because of my father Castle's guidance, but my brother Lake was in the realm, acclaimed as a famous swordsman.

By the way, the polar demonic species seems to refer to the kind of demons that have small, high-density magic powers.

There doesn't seem to be a clear criterion, but that bear demon seems to be classified as a polar demon species.

"Oh. There's no such thing as a guy who can drop that ranked demon's neck with a single blow. When you become the one who can accomplish it with the sword you're giving yourselves - you can call it a monster at the earliest."

"Brother Lake, that's amazing!

Did you even bother to check the way you slaughtered as well as the type of demon?

This... I might have found out. Something about it, I think I was emphasizing the 'Lake is' part.

"No. I'm sorry to say, but you can't do it in Lake. Anyway, in the future, not in the Lake right now. When you're in the realm now and you're a potential..."

"Bifgel?"

"Don't be stupid. There's no one but you."

"... na, nannocotcanner"

No. Even if I said so myself, I didn't think there was a bifgel.

It was still more convincing to name the peasant old man appropriately.

"Well, I know how you feel. I want Lake for the next time, because I'm the same.... so if you want, I'm not going to pursue it."

Did you even find out what you meant?

If you're going to keep it that way, let's sweeten it to your words.

"However, whatever the handle, the loot should be received by the guy who knocked it down. The material is a hassle to handle, so I'll cash it in here and let you hold it when you leave the territory. I also got Lake's permission - or what Lake told me."

... I think I figured out why my father Castle bothered to check the incision.

If you suddenly give me the material or something, I'll be suspicious.

"So let me give you this. Mattie... No, it's the demon stone that came out of the demon that Lake defeated. It's easy to save and has many uses."

"Thanks"

My father, Castle, gave me the Demon Stone and went somewhere.

Demon Stone.

If it was me in my previous life, I'd just processed it myself... other than the first tattoo, the quality of the processing would fall apart.

Shall I keep it as a demon stone now, look for a skilled craftsman later, and ask for processing?

But demon stones of this size are plainly difficult to use. It's a little small to make powerful magic props, and too big to include small magic for living. The purity isn't bad, so crush it and use it as a magic medicine ingredient.

"Matty, I need a favor."

As I walked thinking about the use of the Demon Stone, my brother Lake called out to me.

"If you're talking about material, it's already from your father."

"No. That's a separate matter. That was originally Matty's. No, I want you to teach me magic."

"Do the magic?

"Oh. I knew I had to win magically to officially take the next Lord's seat from Bifgel. But there's no one in this realm who can teach magic. That's what I was thinking...... Matty was using magic when he defeated that bear, wasn't he? That too, without chanting."

Did you realize I used magic?

The magic I used at that time is not as flashy as flaming magic, but unlike [Magic Strike], it doesn't mean it's invisible.

Giving magic instruction for bifgel unloading is of course not a problem.

But at the end of the day, there was something I didn't quite understand.

"I used magic... so what?

Mmm... that's a name I've never heard of.

What I used then was unnamed magic in particular, but is it named in this day and age?

"Unchanted is not chanting, though?

"... chanting?

What the fuck? It still sounds familiar...

No. Speaking of which, I might have seen a name like that in some history book or something a long time ago.

When using magic, I think it said something about saying a determined word, but it was so inefficient and pointless that it should have been immediately obsolete in the book.

Don't feel like Bifgel was whining about some pointless shit when he activated something magical, if you ask me (I think that's called magic, blasphemy against magic).

"You can use magic, but you don't know chant...? Chanting is like Bifgel was doing... will you just watch?

That being said, brother Lake stood in front of a tree that was at the edge of the woods, sticking one arm forward.

"O magic of fire full of my body, be a muscle of arrows, and wear the enemy before me!

My brother Lake chanted the exact same sentence as Bifgel.

And even where there is little magic to gather, the conversion efficiency is the worst, and even the extremely low power coincides.

No. Probably a difference in crest, but worse than Bifgel when it comes to power.

With no training at all, the first tattoo (in modern times, they call it the Glory Tattoo) is the strongest.

"This is the chant. Matty was doing it because it's magic that doesn't use chanting, so it's called no chanting. That should be pretty high tech..."

- I see.

The magic of the world today, it seems, is worse than you can imagine.

If that Bifgel thing is the goal, it's easy to make it go beyond that. Instructing them not to exceed is, on the contrary, more difficult.

But before I do, I have to ask you one thing.

"Brother Lake wants to learn magic to beat Bifgel? Or do you want to go down the magic battle path?