Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Wang Du, Elksia.

In this city, the heart of the kingdom of Dinlat, there is a large arena for fighting.

This Elksia Arena is staged every six months.

As part of the opening ceremony at that time, there will be a presentation by the princes of their own side, the SS captain.

To show the majesty of the royal family, in addition to the aim of increasing the tax nomenclature from the wealthy, the significance of appealing to the present King Dinlat that each prince 'could have hired someone so strong'.

In the Kingdom of Dinlat, succession to the throne is by nomination.

This is also the first step in a scrupulous battle for succession to the throne.

Standing on the east side is Brian Bond, a big man in armor serving his first son, Prince Alphonse.

Orange's wretched mustache, dark skin tone skin, and an august face.

Diagrams distinct from Knox. Thick neck, limbs.

Brian's race is called Daldwarf.

Among the dwarves, the skeleton is thick and a combat-specific species.

Dardwarf was a bloody species that preferred war and was treated as a mercenary of nobility in times of war, reducing its number.

It is now a completely rare species.

Brian served Prince Alphonse, and it's been six years.

Prince Alphonse was thirteen at the time and had no power to hire Daldwarf warriors on his own.

He was expected to be a future and was given over by the nobility of the faction that supported him.

Look around the guest seat as Brian lightly takes on the big axe.

That's all the noisy audience seats kept quiet until just now.

Brian feels better about the reaction, shows his gums and laughs.

Then he glanced at the opponent's coming out south gate.

Brian was hungry for the mighty.

Whether he was hired by a nobleman to conveniently be turned around as a bargaining tool, but consequently to serve the royalty, he was not interested in that.

There is no loyalty. What he had was just a hunger for fighting the mighty.

Fight the strong and twist down. That was his joy as a Duldwarf.

When Brian was a child, he traveled with the person of his master, Nokes.

But when he turned nine, his master died after being attacked by bandits.

That's when Brian destroyed a bunch of bandits laughing at him for intending to finish his job, alone, and it also devastated him with his bare hands.

He then built his master's tomb in a nearby village, where he was picked up straight up by the village chief's house and lived helping him with his strenuous work in the village.

Brian looked pretty floating in the Knox, but was never seen in the eyes of contempt.

Strong in power, he was very treasured in the village and enjoyed his boyhood as a popular person.

But his blood was not filled with such idyllic life.

At the age of sixteen he had popped out of the village to become an adventurer, was employed by the local lords, and, if he noticed, had become a knight of the Marquis, and, if he noticed again, a knight of the royal family.

Even in my life as a knight, my blood as a daldwarf was still unfulfilled.

But Brian finally found the presence of those who would be able to fight against him on an equal footing.

That is demon killing, Gaston Garnand.

Brian had ever wondered why he had been born in such a peaceful time, but when he found out about him, the worry blew up.

Dardwarf's instinct told Brian that he was born to fight this man.

Brian swallowed that the saliva was about to drop zero.

It is Dardwarf's instinct to excite the battle before it.

It was supposed to follow the joy of blood and want to drool the saliva, but nobility hates nasty imitations.

From the south gate, the SS captain of Princess Elanor, the fourth son, appears.

Blue hair, neat beard.

Back length is high as a nook, but it is also a range of the constant.

The blue-haired man walks into the middle of the arena.

As rumored to be a rising adventurer, I don't seem to be familiar with these places.

The blue-haired man shook his body when his eyes met Brian and stopped walking.

Normally, you would have seemed scared to notice. The man's face seemed distorted by grief, and he seemed kind of like he was going to cry out right now.

But Brian and all the audiences in the arena knew it was a samurai tremor.

The man's name is Gaston Garnand.

He is a positively out-of-standard, code-breaking adventurer who launched numerous legends, overturned the terms of the Adventurer Support Office, and rose to the rank of legend in a short period of time.

He has an excellent personality as well as strength, and a reputation for holding a silent and humble side together.

The spectators, who were frozen by Brian, were wrapped up in enthusiasm again.

"Gaston! Gaston!" "Gaston! Gaston!"

"Gaston! Gaston!" "Gaston! Gaston!"

It is a storm in Gaston Cole.

That would be the case, too. People want heroes.

Gaston, an overwhelming power and personable man, was truly the man of his heroic statue.

I guess the success story of coming out of a poor street-grown orphan to a royal knight also crossed their harp line.

In his cheer for the enemy, Brian was laughing invincibly.

When I won, I imagined what they would look like.

When the battle began, it was Gaston who moved first.

Gaston pulled out his sword before taking a rough breath and jumped into Brian as he meditated his eyes.

That looked like yakeshit itself, but the audience interpreted that there must be some way to fight it.

The audience gushes up at Gaston's brave and unattainable appearance, but Brian stretched his face and dew his anger.

"Whatever the degree of nonsense, does it bracket the height?"

Gaston hears the voice and stops his leg.

"Come for real. From you now on, I feel as if I am intimidated by a powerful man. I can only be disappointed if I ask you to be caught off guard."

Shortly after Brian said so, earthen smoke rose between him and Gaston, creating a huge smudge on the ground.

It is a thunderbolt and a feared blow, a blow to Daldwarf.

It only seemed to those around them that they had destroyed the ground with sorcery.

But he just swayed his axe and decided the ground at a speed that no one in the arena could follow.

It was a complete thunderbolt, made possible by the excitement and anger raised to the extreme.

"If you're only wearing the skin of a dwarf, Noon will broil it out!

Brian inhaled heavily and raised a loud roar.

It is the roar of the mighty, which puts life at risk to the instincts of those who hear it.

Brian tried to take Gaston's heart out of this.

Fear echoed throughout the audience, as did those who accidentally took their seats and those who collapsed on the spot.

But Gaston didn't move at all.

Precisely, it didn't look like it was moving.

"Brilliant, take the roar of Non directly from the front... hmm?

Gaston was unconscious and incontinent.

For a while Brian didn't know what had happened and stood on the spot.

The audience was starting to quiet down.

When Brian looked up, it was in his sight that his lord, Prince Alphonse, was taking his seat and waving his arms up to rejoice. I didn't care about the bottom of my heart.

My anger came in boiling.

I don't know why, but I finally got a guess that this fight was a grand farce.

The extra excitement, the magic, the killing, was leaking out of Brian.

His blood taught Brian, angry at his frustration with desire.

That there is a real strong man in the audience this time.

Perhaps that guy sitting in the audience went into a battle posture for a moment when he heard Brian roar and leaked his magic.

Brian's blood smelled the magic.