The School Life of the Most Powerful Adventurer - How I Met Her in School Life Being the Most Powerful Adventurer

The next day, a woman from Zirzion's caregiver came to the bedroom where Zirzion was sleeping and knocked.

Always the Diehard family sleeps in the same bed with three members of their family, and Escavallin and Helen wake up first to do royal business so as not to wake up Zilzion. It has become a routine for a caregiver woman to come and wake up Zilzion afterwards.

"Dear Zirzion! It's morning! Wake up and start learning in the morning ~!"

But no matter how many times the caregiver calls, he doesn't respond. Even if I wanted to push the door strong, I didn't respond at all.

"... it would still be tiring if you were fighting all that yesterday..."

The archaeology of Zirzion and Escavalin is too large for all the people of the Diehard Empire to know about it.

"But you can't just leave me to sleep forever! Dear Collision, I can open it!

The caregiver turned his heart into a ghost, opened the door and pushed him into the room.

The futon on the bed was a little uplifting.

"I see...... now my voice is loud and on the futon...... but my momentum won't stop anymore ~! Oh come on!

The caregiver gradually enjoyed himself, losing momentum and ripping off the futon of the bed. But...

"Hey, what is it!? This is..."

The caregiver was stunned by the fact that a middle-aged old man in a brief sleeping with Suyasuya, tied to a rope from inside the futon, had become dewy.

"Are you sure, Imperial Army soldier?

The caregiver woman had stopped thinking for a while, but gradually understood the situation and became angry.

"This is what you did ~! That fucking kid!"

The caregiver woman was mad when an angry barometer kansted and called out a fucking kid about Zilzion, Prince of the Empire.

- A short distance from the Die Hard Empire.

Zirzion was riding a horse and walking through a landscape where greenery continued.

"Heh heh heh! It's time for the court to make a fuss! Maybe he didn't even bother to let Osama sleep all day with sleeping pills the day before, imprison him in the closet, and replace him with me at a time when my fathers were gone.

What this boy is doing is definitely criminal.

Zirzion was seen by that Osama the day before grating the rope to escape through the bedroom window, putting him to sleep for a mouth seal and putting him into the escape plan.

"Either the caregiver will see you and find out by now, or you'll find out that that soldier isn't in training! Well, either way, they won't be chasing us anymore! He's totally killing the evil gods so your father can't chase you this time!

Zirzion ran his horse lightly as he whined, winning, proud, but blowing.

"Well, today's Warcraft Appearance Spot... Whoa! You'll arrive after a while of running ahead! Surprisingly close!"

Zirzion sensed and rejoiced nearby where powerful magic gathered.

Running the horse for five minutes, when the destination approached a visible place...

Zdowwwwwwwwwwww

A huge magic power emerged from afar, and at the same time there was such a loud explosion that the tympanic membrane could be torn and enough ground shaking to blow off a horse with as much as 600 kilograms.

Zirzion lightly took the passive and caught the falling horse.

"What the hell is this! A disaster? But if it was a disaster, you wouldn't feel magic. So this is terrorism!?

Zirzion turned to those who were convinced that the explosion was due to people and felt the magic.

Then he didn't have much voice in the sight.

For those who felt what magic, a giant black smoke was rising in the sky. Further in that direction was the die-hard empire inhabited by Zilzion.