An attempted parade suicide bombing.
　The brainwashing of students at a military school.
　The attempted bombing of the King of Amst.

　After three major incidents, the triumphal festival ended unexpectedly quietly.

　Ravench, a researcher at the military academy, in particular, was sensationalized and his notoriety roared at home and abroad.

　What was particularly surprising was the fact that a person with the capacity of a "scholar (professor)" had joined the "revolutionary volunteers".
　Until now, the members of the "Revolutionary Warriors" were thought to be mainly [villagers].
　However, this was the first time a person with the six great occupational magic was identified, and it was transmitted with a strong impact, beyond the outer walls of the royal capital, to other countries.

　Ravench survived.
　He seems to have complied with the interrogation with open arms.

　He was brilliant enough to graduate second in the military school.
　He joined the Royal Institute of Magic and seemed to be on a fast track to success, but in order to create stronger soldiers and knights, he advocated radical human experimentation, and was eventually fired.
　He was given a small laboratory while teaching at a military academy, and he conducted his own research with an obsessive, almost vindictive, approach on a budget that was no bigger than a few pennies.

　A country that does not try to understand itself.
　The upper echelon.
　And finally, the king.
　It goes without saying that he resented them.

　That's what "The Revolutionary Candidate" prodded me with.

　As a result, it seems that he, too, was brainwashed into joining the movement and planning to get close to the king by using his superior Sheila.
　The first and second graduates of the military academy were given an audience with the king.
　As a junior graduate himself, he had planned to take this opportunity to bomb his sister.

　However, that plan turned out to be a disaster.

　It was by the hands of the [villager(I)].

　And I had an audience with the king, which was Ravench's dream.

　On the red carpet, I was placed in front of him.
　Next to him were the nobles and lords, and up the steps in front of him was King Johain Eper Galvan Amst, who was waiting on the throne.

　He was as full of life as ever.
　He had one corner of his mouth fished up and a smile on his face.

　Beside him, a gray-haired old man with a skeletal face was reading out my achievements.
　He seems to be the Interior Minister of the Villa Amst Kingdom.
　When he finished reading it all, he concluded by saying, "Raise your face.

'Raise your face, Lacer Singh Stark.

　Finally, he looked up.
　I felt his gaze on me more strongly than when I had my head down.
　They seem more wary than welcoming.

　The reason would be the same as Lucian, the homeowners' association secretary.
　Everyone is afraid of the unidentified [villagers].

　I knew this was going to happen, so I wasn't keen on it.

　But I could meet the king of this country.
　I thought it would be good to meet him at least once to get a sense of what kind of person he was.

　The king rises from his throne.
　He flips his rouge rouge cloak.

"I thank you for saving not only my life, but the lives of my son Racharan and the people of my kingdom. It was a great cause, Lacer Singh Stark.

Such a waste of time, Your Majesty.

You'll get your reward. A goldfish?　Land?　Or is it honor?　Whenever possible, I will grant your request. Feel free to tell me what you want.

　You mean, everything.........
　That's quite generous.
　300 years ago, when there was no money in the country.
　No matter what you did, you were just awarded a medal.
　We were fed up with the weight of the shoulders and chest.

　Well, it's a prize.
　What am I going to do?
　I hadn't really thought about it.

　Money is not a problem.
　I've been steadily selling off the materials of demonic beasts since I was an infant, and I actually possess gold coins that lightly exceed the total assets of the Stark territory.
　If I wanted to, I could even buy up my own family's territory.

　I don't even need honor.
　I understand from my previous life that the increase in medals has no effect.

　So it's a fiefdom, then.
　I don't need it, but it's not bad to expand the Stark territory.
　With the increase in tax revenue, my father will be better off.

　But...
　I don't think Luxor would take that for granted.
　My father is quite proud, despite his appearance.
　This is evidenced by the fact that he trained tirelessly for six years after I defeated him.
　If he found out that his son had given him this skill, he might have angered him and come all the way to the capital to attack me.

　Now we are in trouble.
　Basically, it seems that I am selfless, except for the fact that I want to be strong.

　Stronger--?

　Yeah.

　I looked up.

'Then do me one favor.

What?

Did you know that a new level was recently discovered in a dungeon administered by the School of Adventure?

I've heard. We will organize a search party soon to investigate. That's your finder, isn't it? An expert on ancient languages, magic, and magic at such a young age. It is awe-inspiring.

Thank you, sir. Therefore, would you please give me permission to explore the dungeon?

Hmm. Does that mean you want to volunteer for the search party?

　I shook my head.

'No, sir. I want to dive alone.

What?　Alone? Isn't that a bit dangerous?

No, it's just easier for me to be alone...

So that's what's slowing down our search party, kid!

　An angry shout echoed through the audience room.
　The glass windows, which are filled with strong sunlight, chatter and tremble.
　A little bird that had been watching the audience outside flew out.

　Amidst the lords and nobles, a man came out of line.

　He stands beside me with his helmet under his arm and his full mail crunching.
　He raised his face, rugged as a potato.
　The atmosphere is what makes him a martial artist.
　But according to the 【Appraisal】, he seems to be a 【Mage(Wizard)】.

''The leader of the 2nd Order of Atonoloph....... The king's presence. Refrain.

　The minister gave him a cold stare.
　He was small in stature and had the appearance of being a civil servant in some way, but he had quite a keen eye for detail.
　However, the commander, Atonoloff, did not back down.
　He snorted harder and countered.

'No. I will not refrain, Minister. The students, and moreover, the [villagers] have turned our Second Order into a false flag!

Calm down, Mister Atnoloff.

　Yet another voice rang out.
　Like Atonoloff, it's a blonde, graceful man coming out of the line.

　I remember.
　No, how could I forget?
　It was the Knight Commander I met during the practical test for the Adventurer's School entrance exam.

''Reverie, let me ask you not to interrupt me. This is a matter for the Second Order. It shouldn't matter to you, the First Order.

'Very true. But it is not without a relationship, Master Atonolov. He and I have a bit of a history. Yes, Mr. Russel Singh Stark. And he is the son of my former boss. I can't leave him alone.

Well, Stark... You're that son of Luxor!

"Ho. I didn't think there were many others with the last name Stark, but then again, you're the son of Luxor, aren't you?

　It wasn't just Atonolov who responded to the name.
　The king also knew his father's name.
　He was a country nobleman now, more suited to a hoe than a sword, but that was a former Knight Commander.
　Surely there was nothing the king didn't know.

'With all due respect, Your Majesty. I would like to advise you to be discreet. I have seen Lasell Singh Stark's abilities before and am well aware of them. I believe that his level of skill probably surpasses that of the school's instructors, no less--and already surpasses the strength of the Knights of a nation.

'Hey!　Revelier!　What are you talking about?!

　Atonolov turns red in the face and counters.
　But Reverie was unfazed.
　It's a good thing that you're able to do this.

I don't see any problem with leaving him to explore alone. And the students of Lacelle are far more thoughtful and intelligent than we are. This is evidenced by the fact that he has discovered the depths of dungeons that we haven't been able to find for over 300 years. In fact, I can't think of anyone more qualified, in my humble opinion.

'I see. Reverie's advice is sound.

Hey, Your Majesty!

　Atonolov is dismayed.

'Calm down, Atnrolov. Now let's do this. Minister, prepare the 'test scales'.

　The Minister of the Interior twitched his eyebrows in a twitch.
　After a short pause, he hung his head in silence.
　He walked out of the audience room.

　A few moments later, he emerged with four soldiers.
　Each of the soldiers held four corners of the room and held them up, placing them on their shoulders.
　Placing them in the middle of the room, they paid off the cloth.

　What appeared was the scales of a demonic beast that looked like a turtle shell.
　I knew it.

　It was the scales of an S-ranked demonic beast, Adamangardar.

　It was part of the outer shell of the world's hardest disaster-class demonic beast.
　Even I, who once mastered each of the six major occupational magic professions, could not break it.
　That's how hard the outer shell is.

　Well, even if you can't cut the outer shell, defeating it was easy.
　The outer shell is hard, but the belly that touches the ground is soft.
　It could be easily defeated if you pierced it with earthen magic.

''Lacelle, this is called a 'test scale'.

　The king explains.

"They're the scales of a magical beast called Adamant Guardar. But they're not just the scales of a Hexenbiest. There. You'll see. You'll see that the scales have big scratches on them.

　Indeed......
　There were two large scratches on the Adamangardar's scales.
　They are crossed and drawn in the shape of an X, but they haven't made it to amputation.

　I nod my head.

　Huh?　I think I've seen that before.

　Oh!　That's right!

　It's a wound I got when I was researching to slash adamantanterns in the past.

　As I recall, the first one was when I was a 【Warrior(Warrior)】.
　The second is the wound I made when I was a 【Blacksmith(Blacksmith)】.
　If you look closely, you can see not only the wound, but also a part that has melted, which is probably the mark I made when I was a 【Mage(Wizard)】.

　I didn't think it was still there in the world 300 years later.
　It's just as it was then.
　Adamantheater's scales might be a good object to study in the future as well.
　Of course, it's all about making me stronger.

　As I was getting back into the swing of things, a word that didn't fly out of the king's mouth, who was looking down from the top of the steps, said.

'Those scales are a venerable national treasure of our country.

　Huh?　A national treasure?

That wound was inflicted by a brave man who once saved Galbert.

　A brave man?　Me?

　Huh?　Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

　When did that happen!