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

I looked around for Sheila with the waiter's clothes on.

I'm not even in the hall.

He's not in the kitchen, he's not in the playhouse or dressing room that the music team refrains from.

Is something wrong?

With a little anxiety, I start the magic.

[Reverse Detection]

Explore Sheila's magic waveform.

"Found"

Behind the royal palace.

What are you doing here?

Anyway, I'm on my way.

Unlike the gorgeous Late Night Festival, go down the dim hallway.

It is the bonfire that is burning for the security of the royal palace, but the sight went black.

Sheila was there.

The back entrance where the servant enters and exits.

I sit in that staircase, trying to squat.

He was wearing calm, long-skirt maid clothes.

I thought you were injured, but it wasn't.

There's no sign that it's being manipulated by magic.

But was it because of the darkness, the blonde looked duller than usual?

"Sheila."

When she spoke, her sister shook her shoulders frighteningly.

Slowly raise your face.

There was no hegemony in the voice of "brother".

"What's up? Is something wrong?"

"A little...... I'm not good at people yet."

Sheila had not yet completely undressed from the brainwash that Ravench had applied.

[Brainwashing] is a magic that compresses the brain and eventually fills it with information due to multiple overlaps of information.

He doesn't seem to care because he's focused when he's fighting, but in a place with a lot of people, he really cares about his voice.

"Can I sit next to you?"

"Yes."

Pull over a little bit and Sheila vacates next door.

Sitting down, the stone stairs were cold for a long time.

I don't say anything, I hold my sister's shoulder.

Warm......

Sheila's temperature is twitching.

When I saw her, she also leaned against me and smiled a little.

"Brother...... Very warm......"

"Oh. And Sheila."

"Maybe it was my concern"

You were worried about something.

Then Sheila moves tingly.

When he left me softly, he gave me a sad look.

"Brother, may I ask you one thing?

"I don't mind."

Sheila takes a big breath once.

He raised his face and bit his teeth all the way up so as to arouse himself.

Eventually I open my mouth.

Is your brother really your brother...?

- Huh!

I took a breath.

I am a wise man for the strongest.

Therefore, I do not neglect to train my spirit.

But Sheila's question rocked my mind violently.

My upset was only a matter of time.

As I say slowly, I ask my sister.

"I want you to let me hear it first. How did that question arise?

Sheila didn't answer right away.

Obviously I can't seem to tell you, I start to talk carefully about hurting my brother.

"The trigger is the demon."

"You mean Volfott..."

Sheila nods.

Sheila never had any doubts about me before.

My old brother was a regular [villager].

But not now.

In one word of rapid growth, he was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it, he became as smart as someone else.

Still, Sheila admired and admired her brother.

But when I heard that a [villager] named Volfott was a demon, I got scared.

Maybe my brother is a demon again, too...

I started to get annoyed by that question.

"I shook it off in my head over and over again. But no... I'm really, really flirty. Someday your brother will become such a monster."

Polo and Sheila start crying.

It's only supposed to be a guess in me.

Sheila mocks herself for being stupid that she's going to believe it.

I hold my weeping sister softly again.

She stroked her beautiful blonde hair, soft as a baby.

I groan as I look at the moon that appeared above the walls of the royal palace.

Maybe we should talk to Sheila.

"... Again, is there something?

Sheila's tears stop.

"I'll tell you one thing first, I'm not a demon. And this strength is simply gained through workouts. I can swear it's definitely true."

"Yes, if that's what your brother is, I believe"

"Just Sheila...... It may be hard on you, but I'm not exactly Russell Singh Stark."

And I told my sister the truth.

I'm the sage who defeated the Demon King 300 years ago - that I'm the reincarnation of what is commonly called a brave man.

Having experienced all professions and realizing that [villagers] are omnipotent.

That by reincarnation and expression as consciousness at the age of six, Russell Singh Stark, until then, had almost vanished.

I didn't cover it up, I told you everything.

I don't want you to believe me.

Trying to accept it.

If Sheila denies me, I even thought I'd disappear somewhere like this.

Prepare everything and I await judgment from my sister's mouth.

Eventually Sheila said.

"It's hard to believe everything right now."

"Oh. I don't want that either."

"I understand that your brother is telling me the truth"

"Thanks"

I narrow my eyes and thank you.

Honestly, I'm horrified.

"But I just want you to know this. It was definitely Russell Singh Stark you knew."

The moment I unbrainwashed Sheila.

I heard another human voice.

That would definitely be what should be called the remnants of Russell Singh Stark.

It was Russell, six years old, who saved my sister.

Then Sheila shook her head.

"No...... To me, your brother is and always has been the same. Strong, gentle...... Isn't that amazing? I can't believe your brother is the brave one who defeated that demon king."

Sheila takes my hand gently.

Are you excited?

It was warm enough.

Laugh softly.

No heart or hair glow was back and the usual circle of angels was floating around.

"That's my brother"

I was back to my original sister.

Then I hear gorgeous music.

From the Late Night Festival.

As always, they're having a dance.

"Shall we dance?"

"Huh? But..."

"You're here, aren't you? No one's watching."

All we have here is darkness.

No service, no guards.

All you're looking at is the moon with your face out of the walls.

"Can I have someone?

I poke my knee.

I gently offered my hand toward my sister.

Sheila smiles.

Like the goddess of the moon.

"Yes. Pleasure."

Took my hand.

As soon as possible, Sheila's face clouds.

"Just..."

"Just?"

"Give me a dance... I've never danced before..."

I can't help it.

When Sheila was three, she was separated from her parents.

I learned from Luxor, but my sister would have been studying hard in military school by then.

"Well, I'll tell you what."

"Please be gentle, brother"

Our brothers and sisters dance out, backed by relaxed night thoughts.

Lightly, gracefully......

- I didn't, but my sister and I enjoyed it.

I even thought this time would last forever.

I've been working a little too hard lately.

It might not be a bad idea to slow down.

Being the strongest in the world.

There is no brake there.

But taking a break is also important to getting stronger.

I wish as I look at the moon.

Just a little more, that this night song is slow......