Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Gisele and I go home and sneak upstairs.

If I find out I was taking the trust card out on my own, my parents will piss me off perfectly.

Put it back in position, then go down to the ground floor and back, waiting for my father to return.

My father is busy hunting, exterminating vermin, village board meetings, etc., so he basically doesn't come home until about evening.

Watching Gisele build up the building blocks, I was bearing Eve's fruit.

Eve trees grow side by side outside the settlement. I went on a sorcery course, and I picked it up.

Eve's is actually sweet and quite delicious.

My mother would be mad if she found out because I haven't eaten at night yet, but I want you to forgive me for this much.

The Marlens eat only in the morning and evening.

I wasn't familiar with the two-meal system yet.

"I'd like to eat that too."

Gisele stops the hand holding the building blocks and calls out to me.

"No. Dinner won't be coming in. I'll leave you, after dinner."

Giselle had a terrific eye to say something, but nodded small.

"... Yes"

Um, be honest.

I heard the front door open.

It seems my father is back. Quickly, talk to me about the master of sorcery.

I get up and walk to the front door.

Giselle follows me.

"Welcome back, Father"

"Welcome back, thank you."

"Um, Abel, Gisele, I'm sorry I'm late. Let's eat right away."

Father, I need to ask you a few questions.

"What's up?

I open a page with a magic book and stick it out in front of my father.

"The magic formations that fly this fireball and the magic formations that fly the water polo, the shapes are partially very similar, aren't they? I'd like to know the semantic difference between these different parts."

It wasn't this part that I wanted to know, but I wanted to measure my father's degree of witchcraft by whether I could answer this.

"I've been settling down making oatems lately, and I thought Abel was something of a kid because I hear she plays in the woods a lot... but I didn't know she was still practicing magic"

My father tells me to roar and hold my head.

It used to be something that delighted me just making oatems, but since when have I been treated like this?

Sure, I'd probably be a little nervous if my own kid was only studying when he was seven.

"So what is this difference?

"Abel, it's too early for you to have that book. It is said that we will be able to handle spells and magic formations from the time we welcome adults. Until then, you don't have to read this stuff."

My father reaches out to the book.

I'll just avoid it and hold it in my chest.

"Tosama, the spells and the magic team are already gone."

I cover Gisele's mouth with my hands.

Danger, danger.

My father wouldn't do my magic training any good if he remembered something unusual about my enthusiasm for magic.

If I tell you that you can already use both spells and magic formations here, my father's suspicion becomes unnecessarily worse.

"I want to be a top magician in the future."

"I'm fine. At your age, you can make all that oatem. The qualities are adequate. You don't have to rush."

Yeah, I'm in a hurry.

Sounds like you can't make my father a master of sorcery.

I don't usually get much time because I'm out hunting, and I think my father's level of witchcraft is that much different from mine.

"... and you don't have to understand what the magic team means. The only thing that can be done to elucidate and improve the magic formation is what we call a wise man with a vast amount of knowledge. It turns out that many magicians remember the existing magic formations and deal with magic."

... As far as I'm concerned, I'd like you to tell me there.

The amount of knowledge available now alone will also limit the training that can be done.

By analogy, it's like I'm just reading an arithmetic textbook now. I want a firmer math book.

"Is anyone who can be considered a wise man not in this village?

"It doesn't mean he's not here... just the chief. Besides, the chief also says you should use the traditional one rather than form your own magic formation. That's more stable, and less magic."

By the way, chief...

He's a scared and uneasy old man.

He says he is one hundred and fifty, but he only looks like he is about seventy years old.

It boasts the highest life expectancy in this village in Buchigiri. Apparently, magic is delaying aging.

The body is still healthy, too, yelling all the time.

The chief rarely leaves the mansion except for events such as village meetings and rituals.

But when a dangerous demon came in close to the village nearly ten years ago, I heard rumors that he took his offering to the woods and instantly killed the demon.

Surely that guy seems to be the most witchcraft savvy in the village.

Besides, the granddaughter of the chief (descendants, to be exact. I don't know how many generations it's pinched) I don't like Philo, who is.

Face to face and they'll poke at me if I do.

This one is full of witchcraft training and my sister's opponents.

No, but it does seem like that chief could take some time.

Plus you'll have a whole bunch of books. Some knowledge has lived for a hundred and fifty years.

As a master, it seems appropriate.

Let's head to the chief's mansion as soon as possible, even tomorrow.

"What, is that something like that? I was just wondering if I could do more things."

I say it like I'm discouraged and shake my neck small.

"Oh, yeah,"

"I was wondering if I could create a meat pie..."

I say my hands excitedly, then I drop my shoulders deliberately and disappointingly.

"Ha...... too bad. What good is magic? Is it enough to end the ritual without delay at best, is it?"

My father looks me in the eye.

Will I be pissed off later if I say so far?

But I don't like suspicion remaining halfway through, and you should do it thoroughly here.

Let's push another one.

"Oh, Father, I was about to take this earlier, do you use it for something? Hey, I'm glad I saved you the trouble of cleaning up. Enough of this. It was very clear."

I turn my magic book to my father like I push him.

My father only said to me, "Clean yourself up," and walked to the living room. I kind of felt that back was just a little smaller than usual.

Perhaps I am disappointed because my son, who has always been keen on witchcraft, suddenly returned his palm.

He's a hard father to handle.

Well, fine.

This will mislead my father for a while.