Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Marias led me to my room, where I decided to leave my stuff and then see what was going on in the territory.

The same goes for the Alchemy Division, but there are too many anxiety elements in this territory.

There will be no harm in keeping the information gathered.

I knock on the door to the area room.

"Outside, I'm going to go around...... what do you say?

"... I'm tired of everything today. He's resting."

The usual hypotensive tone of voice returns.

He manipulated the carriage all the way to Phage territory.

For that matter, you must be tired.

Meir and I had just left Lark's Hall and there was a crowd at the end of the gate.

The man at the head of the crowd comes straight at me when he notices me.

"Red eyes on white hair... then a girl with horns... you are the adventurers that defeated Nargarn!

A man with a thick scripture in his arms, a blue robe.

I remember seeing it from a distance on the road to Lark's Hall.

"It was something I really wanted to see a hero in this realm when I heard the rumors, and I couldn't stay or stand... Whoa, excuse me. My name is Lingus, and I'm a Leviathan missionary."

Rings narrows his eyes gently and introduces himself with a smile.

I had the impression that he was a nice guy with a nice face, with a nice vibe somewhere.

The crowd of people following Rings will be the general population who are as close to being interested in talking about Rings as they were when they saw them before.

"... Hi, I'm Abel. She's Meir over here. The three of us came here with the owner of the carriage who carried us ourselves. I plan to stay for a while, thank you."

When I saw the crowd exactly, I thought it was the alchemy division of the example.

As far as Lark's story was concerned, a man named Icarus, the head of the Alchemy Division, seemed to have considerable speaking power in the realm and to do as he pleases with good things.

Given Icarus' position, my confirmation, which is an element of uncertainty, would be the first place I want to go.

... I'm glad you came missionaries because I didn't want to have as much contact with the Alchemy Division as possible.

Most importantly, this person also feels a little frigid in this person, so I don't really want to get involved.

"How dare you, just three such mighty warcraft! Awesome, wonderful! How well planned, you guys!

"Strategy?"

"How the hell could you crusade Nargarn! I would love to hear that story...! You all care!

... from the front, I just jumped my neck off with force moves.

Do we keep the place cloudy in the same way we did when we were lords?

"Uh, no, you've done a big crusade before, haven't you? I think Nargarn was weak at the time. Look, I slashed one of my necks when I did that..."

"... yes, no, I heard directly from the Crusaders that the neck that was dropped was regenerated at that time"

"You must have been using a majority of magic to regenerate your neck. Even without trauma, he almost died of lack of magic. To regenerate the neck of such a large dragon, it drains the corresponding magic."

Behind the rings, they were discussing each "what the hell was that" as the other inhabitants were convinced.

Only Rings opened his eyes thinly and stared at my face.

But soon he returned to the temperate thread and laughed deceptively.

"Ha, ha, did you, did you mean that"

"Yeah, even if you let Nargarn have the ability to regenerate, it'll only work enough to intimidate you a little bit with the first look. Maybe some country planted a magic formation in the old war, but that's not a very smart combination."

"... not a smart combination, eh?

"Well, that's what happens. They say there are a lot of cases where defeats have been cut to the present, and a bunch of different weapons have been created, so maybe that Nargarn was one of them."

In a terrible story, I hear that some countries were forced to make big monsters out of biomagic and ran wild and nearly perished as they were.

In the end, the hostile country crusaded the monsters with the force they were preparing for war, and it is assumed that peace returned between the two countries.

"Shit, but Nargarn originally has more than one magic, and it's a fairly magical warcraft, so it wouldn't be a mistake as a combination! I think there might have been some other reason why he was weak."

Rings said that with a slight absurdity.

Her face is red.

Not good.

It was meant to be a mild joke, but it may have felt like they made fun of the Leaving Country.

Nargarn is likely the survivor of a warcraft weapon made in the past by a magician from the Leavalas country, home of Lingus, ahead of him who has crossed the mountains.

If people in other countries denigrate the warcraft weapons that my hometown used to make during the war, it wouldn't make me feel very good to have no direct involvement.

It could also lead to stories involving religion and history.

That's the part where you shouldn't touch it badly.

Rings' temples are pimply and cramped.

Clearly, Rings was frustrated.

I hope I don't pull my tail.

"Ah... yes, that's true. Nargarn is highly magical... and to incorporate the magic formations of regeneration, bring them, right? I'm sure it is, definitely. It's highly manoeuvrable, and you'll be able to move quite advantageously if you cut ahead. It was my shallow concern."

He sensed I cared, and Rings held his mouth by his hand.

You must have found out that you made me care.

Meir looked at the awkward atmosphere between me and Lingus like that restlessly, but she let her complexion shine like she had come up with something and opened her mouth.

"Ah! That being said, Abel, you said a lot about the cluttered creation of the magic formation of regeneration, inefficiencies, the guy who made it didn't understand the nature of magic! Is it not because of that that Nargarn is weak?

For a moment, the air froze.

Perhaps Meir thought it was awkward because she had a different opinion.

I guess I came up with a third proposal here where they both calmed down and stepped on it as it flowed in haha what the hell they said it was.

No, I'm not asking for that kind of assistance right now.

I know you were trying to open the air, but you pushed a battleship with a help boat or a turret.

"... Mr. Lingus, what is it?

"I wonder if you're feeling ill. There is a house nearby, so take a rest and go."

The inhabitants who were behind him spoke up as they saw him.

Rings returns calmly when he hears it, shaking his head small and returning his expression.

"Ha... just a little, I'm dizzy. Maybe you hit it too hard in the day. Then I will be graciously sweet and intrusive. So, well, around here... thank you for sharing an interesting story"

She flipped herself away from me like an excuse for inviting me from an old man.

The inhabitants follow each other.

"... oh yeah. Mr. Abel."

I thought you were leaving like that, and on the way, Rings looked back at me.

"Rumor has it that you are also planning to enter the Warcraft Interment scheduled for tomorrow."

"Huh? Oh, yes"

Did rumors spread while you were resting in Lark's room?

The people from the outside defeated the warcraft that was blocking the passage, so that's all the interest of the people?

I guess that's why Rings came to see me...

"Please be careful not to lose your life due to boring things. Because you are the hero and hope of this territory. One of the words Master Leavie supposedly said is this: 'If you don't hope, you just have to grasp fiction. Even if it slips through your hands like water'."

That's all I left to say, and now it's time for the Lingus and the others to leave.

"... that's kind of a hooked way of saying it"

After I lost sight of Lingus, I turned small.