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

Throughout one song, we finish the dance.

That's Sheila.

It was a traceable move at first, but I got used to it gradually.

I don't even step on my shoes, and at the end of the day, I'll fit right in with my movements.

I felt like we had each other's hearts connected.

"Is it time to go back?... What do you say? How are you feeling?

"Yes, it's all right now"

Shows a smile like an open bud.

I was back to my usual Sheila.

Return to the venue with your sister.

Turning the corner, I felt signs.

Take refuge in Sheila.

"Excuse me. I didn't mean to surprise you."

A familiar voice strikes me in the ear.

It was Iolada who emerged from the great shadow of the walls.

He was wearing a bandage with a healing demonic gem pinched in his head, but he looks generally fine.

But I had more to worry about.

"I'm sorry. In such a way as to give water to your sister."

"How long have you been there?

…………

I stare.

Consider my sister. It's my downfall that I didn't notice any signs of Iolada.

But from a distance, it's possible you were listening to me and Sheila.

Did you perceive the atmosphere?

Iolada uttered an apology.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you. Sorry."

"I apologize too..."

It was Zellman, an old man with a white beard, who emerged from behind Iolada.

"You, too."

Point a sharp gaze.

Then, Zellman abruptly poked his knee.

Drop your head.

"I beg your pardon, Lord Sage. Numerous disrespects. My apologies."

That year and track record.

And status.

The old man, who was always a sight from above, bows his head to me deeply.

I opened my mouth as I narrowed my eyes.

"The reaction...... Apparently, you know me from before I was reincarnated."

"I've never seen you before. But I've heard your story from my master and from the brave Zenalest Diliban, the ancestor of Iolada here."

Xenarest?

Yeah, that was the name, if you say so.

The name of the man who has persevered in volunteering to disciple me...

It's funny because that's what we call 'brave men'.

You lived a long time that you had seventy-year-old Zernan as your apprentice.

Oh, well.

You used the immortality technology I left behind.

"You believe my story?

"Because you... no, I don't think you're gonna lie to your sister."

Iolada points out quietly.

Oh man......

That being said, I have no objection either.

"I heard you talk about using reincarnation magic. I didn't know you were going to burn that reincarnated body into these old eyes..."

"I never thought I'd meet someone else's brave apprentice in red, either."

"What my master calls a brave man was an inexorable thing. The demon king was disputed by you. But you were reincarnated. We won to win, but the sacrifices made by mankind are too great...... That's why I needed a light of hope."

I see.

So you tailored Xenarest to be a brave man who had some connection to me?

He was far weaker than me, but he was stronger there than a regular.

He was a woman, too.

I've remembered it step by step, but I do feel similar to Iolada.

"I'm good at it. [Villagers] But why do they combine so much strength and intelligence in that year?... Please, wise man. For once now, could you be the hope of mankind and guide it?"

".................. Huh?

Zellman continued his words with his head down.

"The Demons have been shot. But the world is chaotic now."

"The Revolutionary Shifu."

"Yes. And..."

"Demon, or..."

Organisms with amazing physical abilities and magic.

The technology on which it is based will be the same as the semidemons made during the war.

But Volfott felt a strong will that was not in the half demon tribe.

Too few samples, hard to conclude, but that's probably a more advanced technique than a half demon.

To put it another way, it's 300 years later, and it's the first technology I've seen that's progressed beyond the time of war.

Polished technology declined during the war, diving into what is said to be a craftsman as well.

Magic is diminishing, warcraft is decreasing year after year, and we are following a path of miniaturization.

In the meantime, there emerged a technology that was clearly expected to divert weapons.

I only have a bad feeling.

"Please. Could you help me?

"Say no."

"- Huh!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to fight with a nation or a human being behind my back like that big thing. Indeed, the power of demons is a threat. but I think it's a slight resistance compared to the war we once had with the demons, but isn't it?"

"Oh, that's...!

Zellman clogs words.

Her face was pale.

Pathetic, but arguably good moxibustion.

It is undoubtedly the responsibility of mankind, which lived for 300 years, that has so far decayed the world and receded technology.

Zellman, who has lived for more than 170 years, can be described precisely as its decentralization.

Let me take care of all the debt.

It would be natural for me to say no.

"In the future, the only time I will wield my power is to strengthen myself and to protect my people and my sister here. Keep in mind the liver."

"Ha!

Zellman drips his head deep and deep.

But that didn't end there.

Sage, there's only one thing I want you to hear.

"What?

"Someone took Volfott away."

"- Huh!"

It was Sheila I've been hearing on the side who took my breath.

At that time - I guess I can't forget the face of the abominable man who cut off my brother's leg.

The girl who was smiling at me turned blue.

"We were holding him under strict protection, but he disappeared like smoke"

"Any sign of vandalism?

"No. Probably..."

"An inside crime? I mean..."

"It means there's a traitor somewhere in this country."

Iolada narrows her eyes.

For him too, Volfott is the opponent of the cause.

If I hadn't caught him - the descendants of the brave would have seeped such a sense of purpose.

"Okay. Thank you for the information."

"Be careful. I don't think there's one demon. You defeated the demon. You could be the target."

In some cases, stronger than Volfott may appear.

I couldn't resist laughter when I had a feeling about it.

No, my mouth rips.

Just what I want.

Take them all down, and I'll be the strongest.

Nature and hands were turning to the moon.

Apparently, I don't have time to rest for the strongest...