Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

When I got back to the hall, I headed out to greet Lark.

He explained only that there had been no serious injuries and told them that Eurice and the others would soon be back for a detailed report.

"You didn't have any particular problems. No, good, good. I was worried and worried that it would happen again because it was a disaster..."

Lark nodded yeah and stroked his chest down.

There was a problem, but Eurice would explain it well around there.

"With that said, who set the detailed route for the Warcraft's plan for the intersection?

I just want to make sure of this.

It cannot be said absolutely, but it is likely that the man who proposed the route is a spiritual user with Hermeln.

The place where the three squads assembled was brought too far to surround and carry out an ambush.

Maybe that's why I just moved Hermeln, but I'm pretty sure he's someone who knows at least the details of the plan for the compromise.

"Fine route, huh? I can't say anything...... The decision was made by gathering a wide range of people from within the Private Corps and the Alchemy Division to correct each other. I could list it if I had to...... why would I do that?

"I was just wondering. Uh, the Alchemy Division, too?

I was told that he refused to join the war.

"Oh, Icarus, because he's experienced and he's out of his mind... he always decides to borrow wisdom at times like this"

Lark said bitterly.

He's definitely a good person.

However, to make that a good thing, he seems to be running away for a thorough reason from anything dangerous or annoying...

"What set the rendezvous point near the mountain?

"Huh? Uh-huh, I... was it. It was just right in position, and I can't go wrong..."

... Doesn't it seem like we can squeeze it from here?

For once, let's ask around Eurice.

If you just know the route, it's possible if you hear it from a private soldier, and it could be dangerous to make it too athe.

Territorial blockade by Nargarn, attempted destruction of private groups by Hermeln, blow to crops......

If these could have been deliberately caused, it would have been easier to destroy Phage territory.

The only thing that has the advantage of keeping him alive and not killing him is that he is in a position to cow this territory after Lark's authority has completely collapsed......

Thinking about it, every second the suspect gets squeezed.

Some people think it's suspicious, but it's not something they can say poorly.

If you make a mistake, you'll just end up alerting the killer, and this is where you lose credibility if you're resisting even if you're hitting it.

If you can't grasp solid evidence and run away, or leave your mouth shut, it can be difficult for us to stay.

Then it's the end of the line.

I have a hand in keeping Lark alert, but I don't even think that would make things any better.

I'm sorry to say, but there won't be any countermeasures that Lark can take right now, and it's rather negative if he's half conscious and that's the original killer.

I would rather Lark only serve to restore authority than restore the realm... True.

Apparently, the enemy is a pretty big opponent.

You should let them swim until you have certainty that they can be tailored.

I don't really care, but waiting for the other side to give up and run is one hand.

After I finished talking to Lark, I headed to my room.

Meir had also lent me a separate room, but she didn't have time for bed yet, so she followed me.

"Well, we need to see how Harmeln is doing."

Invoke the world-tree oatem with the magic of metastasis and place it on the floor.

Point the cane tip toward Autem and cast a spell again.

"প ু ত ু ল (doll) থ ু ত ু (spit it out)"

A black cloud fell off the oatem of the world tree and fell to the floor.

The black jaw quickly became spherical, with two small, crushed eyes floating.

Hermeln, which should have been about the size of a person's head, is now a hand-ride size.

"...... ব ে ণ ী? (Kiku?)"

Hermeln tilted her body and blinked her pussy.

"Hey, aren't you getting kind of a lot cuter?

'Cause you're sharpening your power.'

It was just too dangerous as it was, so I peeled off quite a bit of the spirits building Hermeln.

We need to manage thoroughly to keep the Spirit together and not try to regain strength in the future.

"My eyes are twofold, I knew I broke my eyeballs..."

"It shouldn't matter because you're an indefinite demon, maybe"

"Ho, is that true?

Harmeln rolled around and exposed himself to my stomach.

Maybe it's a surrender pose.

Poking his belly with his finger, he groaned, 'Kikyu'.

Flush magic into Harmeln and examine individual information with echoing magic.

"You've already cut the subpoena."

"What's a subpoena?

"It is an inscription that spiritual beasts and demons engrave on the body of a favorite spiritual user. With summoning marks, spiritual users can summon spiritual beasts and demons whenever they want."

If the Spirit user had retained the Summoning Mark of Hermeln, he could also have ascertained if he had taken Hermeln before a dubious man.

But now Hermeln doesn't feel like magic is connected somewhere.

Perhaps he erased the subpoena for fear of being identified.

Have you failed to summon and perceived that Hermeln is in captivity?

Harmeln is a less intelligent demon, so it's also difficult to hear out the original spiritual user.

Should priority now be given to stabilising the territory, as the search for the killer also proceeds in parallel?

Harmeln put his head on the floor with poten and stopped moving.

Something like an elongated arm grows about five and drips without force.

Two small, crushed eyes blinked with a pussy.

"... I knew it was kind of creepy"

Meir hides softly on my back.

"Really?

Your arms seem dry, and your body looks snuggly.

He's pretty weak.

Were you using too much force to bring in that scale of warcraft, because you bumped out of sorcery, or because the interior of the world-tree oatem didn't fit your body very well...

I'm hungry for a second... or maybe I'm lacking magic.

He should have used all his magic to maintain his body under the guidance and attack of the Warcraft, then imprisoned in an autoem with a junctional effect, unable to replenish his magic.

I gather magic at my fingertips and approach Harmeln.

I'll keep it down pretty little because I'm having trouble getting too much done and being empowered.

When Harmeln doubts and wonders if he has put his face closer, he stretches out numerous arms and goose my fingers.

He opens his mouth wide and sucks on my finger. Tickle.

"And that's it."

"আ হ আ হ! (Argh!)"

When I see Harmeln's body swell, I gently pull my finger.

Harmeln stares at my fingers in shame and stretches his arms out.

"But when you look at it like this, it's cute stuff"

Pushing his belly with his fingers, he stretched out his small thin arm to cackle and dry.

I feel comfortable touching the information.

"Me, Meir's just a little bit too, want to touch it......?

You susceptible bastard.

When I pull my arm, Harmeln wakes up and looks over at me.

Are we done here? It was the kind of eyes that would ask.

Meir, hidden in my shadow, stretches her arms out softly.

Meir's fingers touch.

"Ah... softer than I thought"

"Right?

After that, after a while the two of us followed each other, we approached the world-tree oatem with a great deal of tiredness, changing the shape of our bodies and pouring them into our mouths.

... Are you a hamster?