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

The late evening festival ended, and students from other schools returned to their respective countries.

It's also the host country's job to escort it to the castle gate.

The students align themselves and wave at the wagon that keeps them away.

I was saying goodbye to the Ioladas.

"Russell Singh Stark, I took care of you. Thanks for saving Io."

It was the canal that lowered its head.

When the blue hair of the blue elf swayed, it showered in the sunlight and sparkled.

"I'd like to thank you too, Russell. Thanks for helping the canal."

Iolada thanks again.

I bowed my head in alignment.

"I didn't do anything to be thanked for. As for the Iolada thing, I just took it for granted as a person. Neither did the canal intend to help. I was only competing."

Listen to me, for some reason, Iolada squirts.

On the side, the canal also lay down his face, shaking his shoulders.

Really, you're not being honest.

Hmm? Am I right?

I just said honest words.

Was it thought to be a lightning conceal?

It's complicated.

"Sheila Singh Stark!"

"Yes!

Suddenly the canal calls her name, and Sheila is poked into the void.

I trembled on my shoulders.

"'Cause I'm not gonna lose next time"

"... Yes. I can't lose, either."

"And then..."

The canal suddenly gets nasty.

I thought I was worried about something, and now I blushed.

When he finally hides in the shadow of Iolada, he hiccups his face like a forest spirit.

When my partner urged me, the canal confessed.

"Can I call you Sheila?

"... Huh? Oh, yes. So, can I call you Canal, too?

"Ugh, yeah! Nice!! Sounds great!!

"Well, you're our friend"

Give me your hand from Sheila.

The Kirinko of the Devil's Jewellery widened her eyes wide and drank her breath.

When I let my face shine, I grab the hand I was offered.

"Yeah! Friends!

"Nice to meet you, Canal"

"Yeah. Nice to meet you! Sheila!"

"Good for you, Canal"

Iolada puts her hand on the watery head of the canal.

A gentle stroke returned a "yeah" and cheerful voice.

I wasn't sure what I was happy about.

But Sheila and the canal seem happy.

I guess that's fine now.

Watching the two of us talking gave me a lot of hands, too.

It is Iolada.

He had a slightly challenging look on his face.

When I held the hand offered, Iolada pulled my arm as it was.

I thought, "Aren't you going to kiss me?" Keep your face as close as you think.

Sheila, who was watching me on the side, said, "Hih!," he screamed.

Iolada whispers in my ear as it is.

"You can't lose next time."

"You, weren't you a third class student?

You said the same thing to Lyna.

Well, that's good.

For some reason, I feel destined for this man.

Might stand before me again someday.

I'm looking forward to that.

"That's fine, but what I heard at the Late Night Festival, no need to say anything else, please."

"I know, Sage."

Iolada finally leaves.

Instead, it was pulled apart by Sheila.

My sister, who went between me and Iolada, stares at the man who attacked my brother.

Then we'll go home.

"Bye, Sheila!"

Iolada walks away with her back and Canal waves away.

In contrast, we kept waving too.

When I lost sight of him, I suddenly felt something shaded.

"I think you suddenly miss something. People who fought as hard as they could, but at the end of the day, I felt like a family."

Indeed......

There's something about loneliness that resembles traveling, but it's in me.

Sheila was right, we fought as hard as we could.

But there's no obsession there, no hatred.

There was a way to honor each other for their good fight.

I guess this is the form of war in 300 years.

It's not a life-for-all, but each of them fought seriously.

I don't think there was any difference there.

War in peace......

This is what I think right now.

Not bad, he said...

"Russell! Sheila!!

I heard voices.

Cecil is waving.

"We're all going to launch the Late Night Festival!

What's with the Late Night Festival launch?

Isn't the Late Night Festival a launch?

Well, it's true that the Late Night Festival was full of work.

I guess we'll do the launch again.

"Excuse me, Cecil. Me and Sheila are passes."

"Huh? But brother. corner, even though you're all inviting me."

"Actually, I'm keeping people waiting. It has to be today."

"Yes.... ok. I'll tell everyone!

I'm sorry.

Cecil pulls back.

Together with the other students, they rolled out to the city.

"Brother, what's a“ person ”?

"I told you, Sheila. You'll be rewarded."

I stroked Sheila's head.

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Me and Sheila, we're going back to our house.

My sister immediately noticed.

The lights were on in the house.

Hear the noise, the shadow inside moves.

"Brother! I'm a crook!"

Sheila was alert.

Gently open the door.

I snuck my feet and headed to the living room.

When I open the door, my sister steps in.

"Who is it!!

"Wow!

The man screams.

Sheila said, "The crook" got more and more buttcakes.

Blonde hair, deep blue eyes.

From his right cheek to near his throat, he had an old scar.

"- Huh!!

Sheila takes a breath.

Eventually I screamed in a screaming voice.

Father!!

Luxor Sin Stark.

I mean, our father was down with his hips off.

"Ya, hey, Sheila. Long time no see."

"Duh, why are you here?

"What, you didn't ask Russell? Russell hung up on the king and gave me permission to summon him to the king's capital."

Without the king's forgiveness, only nobles above the Marquis can a lord leave their territory.

The Baron, Luxor, will require the permission of the King or of the kingdom, and of the surrounding lords.

I have heard that this is one of the measures that will make territorial management take place seriously.

I asked King Amst to subpoena my father to the King's capital.

"Brother, why didn't you tell me?

I was trying to surprise you.

"Already! If you tell me, I'll give you something prettier"

"It's okay. You don't have to wear makeup or anything, it's pretty enough."

"If you're my brother!

Slap poka poka and my shoulder.

Luxor stroked his breasts down in a ho as he watched his siblings play.

Then, tighten your face.

I poked my knee on the floor and my father lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, Sheila. I hope you forgive my father for not showing up before you for almost eight years."

"No... Your father is not bad. I couldn't get out of the realm."

"Russell told me what happened. I couldn't help myself when you were in pain...... Sorry, Sheila."

Luxor bows his head.

Shivering his shoulders, a drip fell on the floor.

It was my father's tears.

Seeing Luxor like that, Sheila also makes her eyeballs hot again.

"Certainly for eight years I have not been offered a hand by anyone and I have lived"

…………

"But, Father. Not now, sir."

Sheila gently put her hands on my father's cheek.

Compared to eight years ago, my sister says, looking at a little old Luxor's face.

"Still, I'm so happy now. I have a brother, I have a father. I've never been happier."

Sheila's face was overflowing with tears.

Still trying so hard to reassure my father, I smile.

But the more I tried to laugh, the more whimpering I got.

And it was quick to decimate.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!

"Sheila ahhh! Oh! Good to see you!!

Parents and children embrace each other.

Eight years of obsession flowed in tears.

Poop......

There was an unexpected sound of dripping.

I see at my feet.

Then, another few drops spread to the floor.

In a hurry I touch my cheeks with my hands.

My fingertips were moist and wet.

That's the first time I've noticed.

To what I am crying......

What is it?

This emotion...

It's not sadness, it's not like joy or pleasure.

I can just say, I guess this is what family is all about.

Three hundred years ago, long before that, there was nothing I could call my family.

So I've never had this kind of emotion.

It was just a strange feeling.

Maybe I'm learning something important with strength.

I was crying secretly as I watched Luxor and Sheila hug each other.