Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

It's been two years since I got my second raw.

I've been able to walk around to some extent lately, but I need to use a ladder to get upstairs, and I can't get much out of it, so basically my world was on the ground floor of my own house.

According to the information I've gotten over the last two years, apparently I've been reborn as the eldest son of a Berake family of people called the Marlens.

The name is Abel. Full name, Abel Belake.

Red eyes on white skin appeared to be a common characteristic of the Marlen tribe.

Neither did I.

I had some idea when I looked at my parents, but still flashed when I first looked in the mirror.

At first I was just disturbed, and I was gradually accepting the status quo over the last two years, too.

Nevertheless, in my previous life, I was a single parent, and the rest of them were also free-running idiot fathers, so as far as I'm concerned, living with my parents was uncomfortable.

I've also learned some words, but I still don't know where this is the country on Earth.

It was a continent I had never even heard of.

I wish I had studied geography more in my previous life - I can't believe that.

My father used to give me a map of the world, but when I had something like that, he gave it back to me that I wanted to see.

I don't see anything like an appliance in the interior of the house either, and it doesn't seem to be a very developed land.

I never thought there would be a land like this in this day and age.

I miss my smartphone and TV.

When my parents wake up in the morning, they meditate their eyes toward the decorated window in the bedroom and say, "Pray to the spirit of our Marlen ancestors" and cut a cross into space with their left hand.

They both looked strangely serious, and I almost cried a little when I first saw them.

My father in this world often says, "Abel, you pray too," and he tries to make me imitate this prayer.

I take advantage of being a toddler anyway, and I decide to deceive myself by pretending I'm not sure.

It's just a matter of time.

One day, I'm sure, I'll do that every morning, too.

This prayer is not only when you wake up in the morning, but equally when you do something wrong, you have to cut a cross into the universe with your left hand and say, "Forgiveness, spirits of our Marlen ancestors".

I don't know much about it, but so they overlook the spirit of their ancestors about the approximate.

Outreach, our Marlen ancestors seem to have a wide nostalgia.

And food culture.

This was the hardest enemy.

Basically black and hard bread and something like diluted stew made from goat's milk called white soup was a meal.

That's fine, but I wanted you to spare me the occasional line of pig heads and snake blood boiled drinks at the table.

Sounds like ritual food to eat on a particular day.

Here, a number of discs called day gauges combined were treated as calendars.

I move it manually, but the days count changes once every few weeks, and it has the ability to take into account what is known as the "year of the year" in Japan.

It was 12 months a year, just like Japan, but the basic number of days was 352.

When I found out about it, I was distracted by the fact that maybe this is not the planet.

Speaking of things that are unacceptable other than diet, is that an autem later?

An autem is like a cylindrical doll made of carved wood. Few things are made of feet even when it comes to dolls, albeit in a drum can state with mostly facial hands and feathers.

The oatem is decorated in large quantities, both inside and outside the house.

It has weird makeup, creepy and I can't help it.

It looked creepy, but it was the creepiest thing I didn't know what it was for.

I've been chased around in my dreams.

I wondered if Autem was religiously important, and my mother used it as a foundation for taking the books on the shelf.

No, but after I finished using it, I cut the universe into crosses and asked the spirits of my ancestors for forgiveness, so maybe it's important after all.

No, no, but don't start from the beginning if you want enough forgiveness.

I'm not a kid.

"What's wrong, Abel? Look at Autem so still."

My mother, who was sitting in a chair reading a book, looks at me.

I know I'm my real mother, but when I accidentally look at her, I'm still confused.

How old is this guy?

Maybe thirty hasn't gone.

"Mother, what is the Autem for?

I ask my mother as I stroke the oatem.

"Oh, is Abel interested in Autem already? This is not a promising future."

My mother laughs happily when she says so.

What, do you like Otem so much for the peoples here?

"Autem is what Zele makes for spell training. Some are for celebration and decoration purposes..."

Dear Zele, that means my father.

My father is named Zerate, and I've seen neighbors call me Zele, Mr. Zele. Zele seems to be something of a nickname.

But why is it that when my mother calls my father?

Maybe it's also a custom to have a husband. That's a good nickname, but... is this a mismatch with what it feels like to be Japanese?

Well, leave that alone for now... I didn't expect the word "spell" to come out of my mother.

The Marlens are not only faithful, but some verses seem to believe in magical things.

Quite late, I have to think so.

Is it really possible to return from this Marlen village to Japan where there are smartphones and television?

"So now Abel is stroking this girl... for Giselle's celebration"

That's what my mother said, closing her eyes and gently stroking her own swollen stomach.

Yes, my mother was caged with her second child.

Because of it, it's like a curse or a fortune telling, and they know that gender is a girl.

I think it's eyebrow spit, but wonder and my parents were delusional about the fortune.

I can just look forward to seeing what you look like when you come off.

I'll stop by my mother's side, get permission, and then I'll put my hands on her belly.

If this kid had memories of his past life, he could play the story in a previous life talk.