Creator God Tima's Overlord Journey

Yet in truth, he was far from the radiant figure of legend. Though he possessed abilities that bordered on cheating, his very nature was quite terrible, to the point that people called him "a magician among magicians, and scum among scum."

He had become a Grand Caster thanks to the Clairvoyance that qualified him for the rank, but he himself had little ability to fight with spells, for the utterly ridiculous reason that he bit his tongue whenever he chanted.

Thus, he was first-rate only when it came to support, while his ability to flee and survive was super first-rate. Incidentally, despite being a magician, his swordsmanship was surprisingly good.

Beyond that, he was also an ultra-shut-in who had holed up in the secluded paradise of Avalon for over a thousand years, and he especially loved using his "Clairvoyance that sees through the present world" to peep on others.

Still, though he was a terrible magician, he was willing to lend his strength at the most crucial moments. Sometimes he was truly irritating, but he had indeed been a great help many times. He could not exactly be called dependable, but he was certainly a powerful ally.

The woman with orange-red hair looked Merlin up and down, then let out a sigh—

It would be nice if he were as dependable as the other Grands, she thought.

The other Grands, whether it was the Assassin who wielded sword and shield—the Berserker—or the ultimate wielder of the Holy Sword, all gave off a reassuring sense of reliability. The kind of feeling that said, Everything will be fine as long as he's here.

But this one before her... did not inspire that kind of confidence.

"Master, were you thinking something especially rude?"

"No, you're overthinking it," Master said impassively as she picked