The Healer Banished From The Party, In Fact, Is The Strongest

At first I lost myself for a little while to the sudden appearance of my master.

Couldn't hide my surprise at the sudden resumption of work with a benefactor who taught me new powers a few years ago.

"Ha... the master really shows up in a hell of a place, doesn't he?"

"That's this dialogue. This idiot apprentice."

"... Huh? Master, idiot apprentice?

... but I was used to my master's sudden behavior, happy or unhappy, and I was quick to get me back.

Whatever, with the mentoring of my master for a few months, I'm no longer used to being told something by my master all of a sudden because it was dragged to different quests that inspired me to reach my current strength.

"I didn't know my master was an adventurer I knew in Narsena. Really, what would make Narsena and her master acquaint?"

So I expose the thought of what my usual master did.

"... so that's the dialogue over here"

"... what?

... but the Master's reaction to me was not like the Master I know, it was a terribly tiresome reaction.

I find myself uncomfortable with my deeply sighed master, distorting his beauty.

Whatever, my image of my master, it always pushes me forward if I have time to think with strength.

And that would never be my only image, and it wouldn't be a mistake to consider it a public perception.

Larma, a superior magician and god of flames.

Those are my two masters. [M]

With a full-bodied body, it possesses a feisty beauty and its appearance can only be seen in its late twenties.

But that hasn't changed at all since a few years before I was working out, so I guess I'm not as old as I look.

I often hear that adventurers such as good magicians and warriors are hard to age, and it's never weird.

I don't know how old the hell you are, but I'm pretty sure you can say you're just beautiful looking.

But the master's most eye-catching appearance would not be his appearance, but a flaming redhead.

I once heard from my master that the red hair, which comes from two names, is a sign of great magic.

And the master had tremendous strength to the extent that the words seemed to be true.

Skills have a broken number of four, including acquired ones that can attack labyrinths, etc.

Even then, the master will have the strength to be said to be more than first-rate.

But that's not all the master is capable of.

Yes, that's talent about magic that doesn't rely on skill, and the ability of melee combat to return lightly if you're a mage, but to the normal extent of a warrior.

And the skill I taught my master was how to handle witchcraft that didn't rely on my skills and that knowledge.

My master taught me a few months. [M]

In that period, I managed to learn how to handle witchcraft without relying on my skills.

Without that skill, it would have been impossible for me to have all this strength right now.

No, that's not all.

The Master may never have been a personably respectable person.

... Honestly, the unparalleled violence of the adventurers was also a daily tea meal.

But still, my master was one of the few people who never despised me.

... but I was saved, even though I didn't mean to.

So I thank my master. [M]

However, my image of the master is consolidated by the image of an annoying confident person.

"... uh, did you hit him in the head too?

... so I accidentally leak those words when I see a rare master who exhales, etc.

"Sounds like you and I should have a proper discussion once.... Whose fault do you think you're sighing?"

My master stares at me in such an attitude, and grumbles at something with dissatisfaction.

"Laust, what's going on with your acquaintance... no way you're Narsena's uncle..."

"Ahhh! Mr. Larma, what are you trying to say!

"Huh!?

... but before the master uttered anything, Narsena, who was not supposed to have recovered from the shock until earlier, turned her face bright red and shouted away the words.

Suddenly I leak amazement. [M]

"What are you really trying to say! What are you really trying to say!

But without even realizing how I was, Narsena yells at her master with her calf straightened out.

Apparently the master was trying to say something Narsena didn't want to be told at all.

"Well, that's getting interesting."

"Uh-huh!

... but all I could say was that it would be counterproductive to behave like that to my master.

He thought it had become interesting to Narsena's attitude. A full grin on his master's face.

A scream that does not become the voice of Narsena echoes in the room, understanding that his actions could only be counterproductive in the face of that master.

The earliest Narsena has tears in her eyes.

"Really stop..."

"What are you talking about? I just meant to say I haven't had a good conversation with my apprentice in a long time?

But the master escalates even further whether he was inspired by such a narcena attitude.

Bad personality, the master, who is s, does not stop to the extent of Narsena's tears.

No, it could rather escalate.

With that in mind, I decided to send a rescue boat.

It's not like I didn't learn to be curious about what Narsena wanted to hide, but still, I wasn't willing to force myself to hear it out right now.

"But I'm with Narsena today, so it's time to wait outside."

"Stay!

In my words, Narsena shouts joy with her nose. [M]

"Shit!"

... but on the other hand, some people openly leaked their tongues.

As usual, the master seems to have a bad personality...

That's not the end of it. The master asks me to talk to him with his gaze, but I pretend not to notice and ignore him.

I didn't mean to betray Narsena. [M]

... but my attitude made my master even more angry.

"Huh!"

At the next moment, the Master activates a certain sorcery against me.

It's magic that only releases magic that doesn't rely on skill, and I snap my mouth at the fact that my master activated it.

An attack of magic alone, though it was never capable of killing, was the devil's move to be attacked by intense nausea for a few days if it hit.

How badly did I see this attack a few years ago?

"Whoa!

But now I wasn't willing to taste the pain of hell. [M]

I manage desperately to avoid the sphere and immediately get in shape so that my next attack can come, and I turn to my master.

"... what?

... but then I saw the look on my master's face and I stopped moving.

The master's face was laughing with great pleasure.

"Right. You know what?"

Despite the light attack on me, my master is in a terrible mood and I feel terrified beyond uncomfortable about it.

"I changed my mood. Stupid apprentice, you get out. I'll talk to Narsena."

"... Yes"

... which is why, while suddenly questioning the Master's change of opinion, I nevertheless left the room without rebellion.