Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I put my father and Gallia to bed on the ground, and I was treating them.

First restore the vitality of the two with simple therapeutic witchcraft, then curb the bleeding of my father.

Because my father's injuries were too deep, or therapeutic magic alone could not completely stop the bleeding.

Therapeutic magic was less familiar to me than it was to me.

I was very interested, but I didn't have many opportunities to practice.

At best, I caught a rat gushing into the house and experimented with it.

"A, Mr. Abel, as I was told, Greater Bear meat, has been cut. So... is Father going to help?

They call me from behind, and I just look back at my neck.

Cibi stood holding a bright red meat.

"... Mr. Gallia should be okay by now"

Listen to my words and exhale like Civy is relieved.

Gallia had a concussion when she was beaten to the ground and seemed unconscious.

There is no noticeable trauma, and there is no blood coming from the head that would have hit it.

We've also strengthened our vitality, so we should wake up soon.

Just in case, you should check your eyesight and grip again after you wake up.

The problem is with my father.

The abdomen is heavily dictated by the nails of the Greater Bear.

Substitute meat needs to be transplanted and adapted.

I've never done anything to treat such a major injury.

I've read it in the library once and put a magic team together to try it out, rat it up and let it go, but that's it.

But my body is unlikely to take me back to the village.

We have to treat him in this forest.

"Its meat but... a little more shape to the wound"

"Yes! Shh, sorry, I was wondering if I should be a little bigger..."

"Stop! That's too small!

"Yes! Excuse me!"

In the meantime, I was using Civy as my assistant.

It's a lot of hassle, but still quite helpful.

I can't do anything powerful.

Cibi was completely round because of the shock her father fainted, or because he saw me cut down the trees with magic.

He was just trying to get licked by me, maybe this is what he's supposed to be.

"Kee, I cut it back, Mr. Abel. But is this really okay?

"Ah, oh. If you do what you read in the book, you should succeed. I guess I'd rather have meat closer to humans..."

Implanting the skin of a warcraft into the human body is classified as a chimeric in the broad sense.

In fact, experiments were conducted to transplant demonic organs, skin and eyeballs into humans, and they were actually used as soldiers in wars.

Normally, it should be permitted for medical purposes, but there is a risk that it will be off-limits in harsh cities.

My father would never leave this settlement, so I guess there's nothing wrong with that.

Plus, I'm worried about rejection.

Even if it appears to have succeeded at first glance, it can also be assumed that problems will arise later.

I should have looked into the therapeutic magic more because these urgent needs could also come up.

Sometimes the subject is the flesh parent after a sorcery I haven't dealt with much, and I can't help it.

"Well, then take my belly meat..."

Civy picks her own belly with her right hand, holding a meat chunk of Greater Bear with her left hand.

I thought you made a joke about trying to soothe the place, but he looked serious.

"... I'll just accept your feelings, so I'll ask for the Greater Bear meat over there. If it takes too long, it might not be good."

"Shh, excuse me..."

I'll put the Greater Bear meat I got from Civy on top of the stump.

Then I pulled out the wooden carving knife that I had attached to the knife cover, cut about ten of my father's hair, and put it on top of the meat.

Open a bottle for feeding water and hang the water, then float a magic formation over the meat.

Biomagic was used to transform Greater Bear meat into meat close to humans.

Then lift the meat to the site of my father's injury, float the magic formation again, cast a spell, and fuse it.

The colours were subtly different at first, but as I repeated another layering of biomagic, I became more and more familiar.

For the record, the definitions of alchemy and biological witchcraft are both witchcraft that uses existing substances to make things, or witchcraft that is an extension of them. The difference between the two depends only on whether it involves living organisms.

Though, that's one big thing.

Nevertheless, as far as reading the books, there seemed to be a subtle blur in the definitions by adding or subtracting times, places, and translations about the fine definition of witchcraft… modern books should be quite uniform.

It falls within the scope of biomagic to change the flesh of a corpse into a form that conforms to others, as I did earlier.

It is part of therapeutic witchcraft and fundamental for making chimeras.

If I hadn't been interested in Chimera lately doing research and experiments with it, this transplant might not have succeeded.

My father's complexion is getting much better.

Whatever it was, the part where I was anxious, I was able to get over it safely.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and took a sigh of relief.

Finally, once again, keep your vitality strengthened with therapeutic magic.

Later, I just hope there's no sequelae.

We'll let them fish the library again when we get back to the settlement, and we'll talk to the chief.

My body lost its strength and I fell on my back.

Your legs are screwed, and your magic is sober.

Today would be the hardest day of my life.

I don't even train in magic tomorrow, and I'm going to be the feather of sleeping at home all day.

I was about to be crushed by fatigue, but thanks to what I did, the sky looked prettier than usual.

"Now, you should be okay."

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Abel!

That's what Cibi said as he zeroed his tears and swollen his eyes.

"No, I was saved, too. Thanks for cutting the meat. If it were just me, I wouldn't have cut that hard meat. He could have killed my father."

"No! To Mr. Abel, I can't thank you enough! Um, I said that, and I'm really sorry!

Cibi meditates his eyes, bah, bah and cuts a cross with his hands.

That doesn't convey much of what it feels like to be apologizing to you, so I want you to stop.

Oh, no more! You don't have to do two sets!

Should I cut that cross a little bit, be pretty and more often?

It just seems like a joke to me.

Sometimes they still do not engage with the mysterious habits of the Marlen tribe because of the values of their previous lives.

I read a picture book and I said, 'Um, why did you settle down there?' I can be the kind of och you want to say.