Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

He was caged in a room with ties and troubled with boredom.

Groaning and squatting on the bed, he fell and slammed his flank.

I was attacked by mysterious abdominal pain because of too much distressed stress.

When I got up and was thinking, I felt somewhat shabby and layered the oatem on my impulse and I built a tower and it fell on me and I was dying.

I pulled the cage for six hours, but I couldn't think of any good hands.

I can think of a hand, but no matter how I scratch it, Gisele just feels pathetic.

I've been thinking that much about whether I can marry Gisele anymore.

I have resistance now, but I'll probably get used to it.

The world, that's what it is. Let's apologize to Cibi.

No, but... really, is that okay?

It's something I've always been afraid of, but Gisele's pretty much dependent on me.

Whatever it is, I just don't see myself, and there's a theory of co-dependence.

Gisele has been with me since she was born.

I didn't have a decent relationship with anyone but me, but it must be the end of the day.

It's mostly Marlen's bad habits and my fault for not paying much attention to them.

A theory begins to sprout in me that maybe your ancestor was a severe ciscon.

In short, Gisele just had a narrow field of view.

As long as Gisele had more eyes around her, she would have had someone else she liked.

Unlike me, who has memories of my previous life, for Gisele, the fourteen years she's lived with me are all, so maybe there's a difference in her thoughts.

Though I don't really want to think about it.

Gisele was more exclusive than me in the magic cage.

It seems to me that both Cibi and Philo for Gisele were only perceptions of how well they knew their brother.

I guess I should have hit my hand sooner, but with all due respect, I was only thinking about 'my sister is cute and in trouble'.

I was an idiot.

If I had stepped in a bit more and thought about it, I would have had as many opportunities to notice the cultural differences, the differences in consciousness as well.

I've been flushed so far, I know I'm not in a position to say it now.

I know, but that's also why it wouldn't be a good thing to keep it this way.

Keep it up, Giselle won't have anything to do with anything but me.

In the long run, that's definitely not a good thing.

... let's get out of this settlement.

That's all I have.

My father is willing to enforce the ceremony, and he won't listen to me no matter how much I say because he's delusional about the Marlen culture.

Besides, Gisele is totally on board.

I've always wanted to see the world outside the settlement.

I'm lonely, but maybe it was just the right opportunity.

It's forbidden by the settlement, but I'm sorry, but let me break it.

I meditated my eyes and cut off the universe, praying to the spirits of my ancestors.

The evil in the Marlen settlement is more or less forgivable now.

Our ancestors are generous.

I replaced the fat oatem with a desk and wrote a letter on the paper.

It's a letter to my father and mother, and then to Gisele.

It spelled out that I could only have feelings for Giselle as my sister, and my apologies for that, and my anxiety about Giselle's dependence on me.

And finally, he added, 'I'm getting married outside or I'll be back when I hear the news that Gisele's getting married'.

… once out of the room and ready for a long journey?

A simple map of this neighborhood should have been in the sheikh's mansion, too.

Let me disrespect that one and head to the nearest city.

You can use Autoem Trolley to move around.

We must quickly load up what is likely to be replaced by preserved food and gold.

It's better to leave early.

Over time, my mind can shake, and if my father finds out, I can be tied to a board and fixed.

And if Giselle cries at me, maybe I'll break it.

I hid a letter in my desk, and I left the room.

"Brother, you're finally out! So, are you okay? I still have a lot of complexion..."

In front of the room, there was Gisele.

It should have been more than six hours ago when I came in, but was it tensioned in front of the door the whole time?

I could have been adorable before, but I knew this wasn't a good idea. Definitely not a good sign.

"Hey, hey, I'm going to the chief"

"Then I'll accompany you too!

"... no, it's complicated. Let me go alone."

"Huh..."

Gisele's expression freezes.

Shit.

Gisele had never bothered to let me take it off because there had never been anything unpleasant like that before.

At best during this time, when I tried to talk to my father about Gisele.

"... Actually, I have a few thoughts about my father lately. I want to talk to the chief about it. With Gisele, it could be hard for the chief to do the same."

"Father's...?

"Oh, yeah. About the cigarette leaves. I hear the chief was swinging at the will of the Calco family, so he's afraid that his assets will concentrate his power in one house.... In fact, during this time, I happen to have a bad rumor about my father in my ear. It's just a rumor... I don't think so, but it's because there's nothing dark behind it that we need to report it well within the early hours"

"Really... this is such an important time..."

I guess Giselle had it in her mind, too.

Gisele grabs the hem of her clothes all the time and bites her lips.

... seemed to convince me for once.

Guilty, but well misled.

I've tailored my father to a typical little villain, but I can't help it.

Later, Giselle will soon find out it was a misunderstanding, too.

Maybe that guy is just floating around a little concerned because all of a sudden a lot of money started flowing and getting praised around.

Nothing to worry about that much.

"Sorry."

I put my hand on Gisele's shoulder and I walk through it.

"Brother."

About a few steps away, I was stopped.

"What?

I stop and look back.

Easy, me. There should be no such thing as a surprise to Gisele.

"So my brother... you've been worried lately, haven't you?

"What? Oh..."

I was surprised at what it was like to confirm, and accidentally bit my tongue.

It's okay. Don't panic.

There's something backwards, so I get upset about every word that's never happened.

The identity of a ghost, seeing or dying tail flower, is something I've often said in my previous life.

If you're threatening me, everything will look meaningful.

I cough lightly, and that's how it works.

It's an appeal that I didn't get stuck in words because there was nothing dark behind me.

"... oh, yeah... yeah..."

"I hope my father is clean... Then I'll be expecting you home. I'm sure you're not feeling well, so be careful not to fall down along the way. Don't push it, turn back as soon as it gets rough, okay?

".................. Ooh, ooh, ooh. Sorry to bother you."

I turn myself over and head out to the sheikh's mansion.

Good, I lifted it well.

I knew they didn't seem suspicious.

Nevertheless, I'm glad lies and acting went through.

I didn't think I could do it anymore because I couldn't look him in the eye, but Giselle didn't seem to mind.

That's about all I care about.

Perhaps the mastery of these rushes is the difference in previous life experiences.

If you go to the city, isn't it a bad idea to go for a famous actor?

Although I am curious about the extent to which such a culture holds such a place in this world.