Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

It took longer than I thought, but at last all six magicians could have their own autoems.

There are wreckages of failures rolling around.

Some of the failures have resentments and vertical lines drawn to their faces.

Once on the way, I also worried about compromising even if it was slightly distorted.

But I figured I should be the first to coach you exactly when I think about the later, so I decided to rebuild it and have it taken to the minimum line.

There were two really clumsy people, so Meir and I ended up carving their share.

With the other five sitting around with an oatem with a sense of accomplishment and a burning look, Linoa approached looking flat on one.

"... because now I can really, really send a cloud?

He asks, poking a little oatem in Linoa's hand.

She's the only one of the six to pass a check on Autem.

I guess that's why I'm less exhausted.

Linoa's slightly longer ears shake faintly into the wind.

Her race, Noir, hears that her hands are clever and surprisingly powerful.

The autoem carving was pretty good for the first time as well.

This is the kind of talent I wanted.

I am confident that autoem carving is the only way, but it is also because of the wooden carving knife of the world tree.

When it comes to processing metals and ores that need strength, you have no hands or feet.

It may not be a bad idea to ask her to process the remains of the Zeshm ruins after giving thanks to the territory in this disturbance.

What to make and how to get it designed.

I've had some ideas in my head since the day I picked them up, but let's pack them up specifically.

"Abel, your face, it's loose..."

Meir whispers in my ear.

Returning to me and regaining consciousness, Linoa looked at me suspiciously.

"Uh... were we talking about what we're going to make now?

After I say it, I realize that my thoughts and the words I put out in my mouth were annoying.

It was seen at the edge of my sight that the snarky magicians were listening to my words and exposing their despair as to whether to make something again.

"Practicality of this autem"

Linoa shakes her head and answers briefly.

I cough up and get back on my mind.

"Definitely... but you have an anxiety element"

I follow with my eyes the clouds subtly dodging from the vicinity of the Phage.

The flow is slow, and only very slightly uncomfortable.

But you can almost certainly see that they're doing something.

Linoa seemed to know what I was trying to say, staring at the clouds in the sky.

The magicians sighed and dropped their shoulders as they stared at their own autems.

You interpreted my words as a precautionary line, and you decided you weren't very confident.

I have absolute confidence in the clouds themselves.

But these sorceries basically have a leading edge.

As a hindsight, it is right to destroy the medium the other uses to maintain the magic of cloud scattering, or to carefully identify and analyze the magic of the enemy.

This time, I can't take the time to do this, so let me challenge you with unfavourable knowledge.

I won't be in the first place to let you know how awesome Autem is.

Let them enter the war only when it didn't work out.

Still, if it fails, then the hand is contemplated.

In the worst case scenario, you can dig a hole in the area by magic and avalanche the water, and even make it in a larger reservoir.

"Well, there won't be a hand in trying to get this far"

All six of them followed me and sat in a circular line.

Autem is placed in front.

"Now, please use the magic formation and the spell as I instructed!

When I slap my hand as I say, the six wave their wands and point them at Autem.

"প ু ত ু ল (doll) ম ে আ া (gather)"

Six magicians speak at the same time.

The glow of magic emanating from the wand enters the Autem, and the eye of the Autem emits a cackling light.

"Hey, Lord Abel, nothing's happening..."

After about a minute, the skinny man in the sorcerer says anxiously, deflecting his face from the autem and looking back at me.

He was called a Jaguar, by Linoa.

It is a single crack in the two that lacks a bit of concentration and did not carve the oatem well.

Judging from the magicians' conversation, Jaguar is not a very good magician's arm either.

Autoem sculpture is also an aspect where your arm as a magician is questioned, such as concentration and spatial grasping ability.

As much as I've worked out the foundations of witchcraft in autoem sculpture in my childhood.

Jaguar was initially hired as a private soldier, but apparently he was turned here with the intention of increasing the number of people on the Linoan side inside the Alchemy Division.

"Shut up, focus"

Linoa cautioned him faster than I would have answered Jaguar's words.

Jaguar bows his head sorry and turns his wand toward Autem again.

I make sure Jaguar shines his oatem before observing the sky clouds again.

The flow of clouds coming towards Phage territory is getting faster and faster.

More and more clouds are gathering in Phage territory that were bending the path in front of the flurry and plugging into Phage territory.

I guess the clouds that have been so far away from phage territory are pushing at once because of the artificial intervention in sorcery.

Visibly, a crowd of clouds was approaching from all directions.

"Oh, oh...!

Jaguar drops his wand from his hand and rises, sees the clouds coming towards him and weeps.

"He's here... until now, those damn clouds that were just the same away when we got close are coming to Phage territory! Look, guys!

The other magicians seem to feel the same way.

I was shining my face and holding hands together.

In its eyes, it was a hopeful smile, as if it were a reflection of future territorial recovery.

"Now the water shortage, which was the biggest problem, should be eliminated! You can even make Icarus motherfuckers blow a bubble!

"Great! Glad I carved it! I thought you were designing something annoying when you were re-sculpting it, but now you look like an angel in retrospect!

The mages rejoice in each other's hands.

Linoa narrowed her eyes and looked around to flatter them, but leaked a grin as if the poison had been drained all the time.

Daiwa, I know you tried to rush the resumption of magic, but now you must have reconsidered trying to keep me immersed in joy.

"Lord Abel, the sky! Sky! Ha, I can't believe this is going to be so awesome...!

fingering heaven as the jaguar shuddered.

"... it's amazing."

"Huh?"

When I return the words, Jaguar looks back at heaven and clouds his expression.

White and blue. The sky is split in two.

It was such an illusory sight.

The clouds are blatantly avoiding the vicinity of Phage territory. It doesn't lean at all from a certain border.

The border between the clouds and the sky drew a line in a pompous, artificial way, as if drawing even in an ellipse.

The more clouds gather, the more blatantly it rises.

Until now, it had receded in front of that line plugging, so it would have never been so blatant.

As a result of pushing the rebellion back and forth, the junction playing the clouds was clearly visualized.

Perhaps the humans who put together the cloud-scattered magic didn't want this to happen, nor did they predict it.

"hey... what the heck, that... you're absolutely crazy... because that..."

Jaguar trembles and enters the scene without force.

The clouds have not crossed any boundaries.

There is no doubt that an artificial intervention has been made.

Linoa was also biting her lips and staring at the walls of the clouds in disgust at her young face.

"I didn't know it was funny, uh, I thought. But no way really..."

"That's a pretty big deal"

I would have taken a different approach and have the confidence to camouflage it better and ripen it with a simple technique.

Being so openly exposed can make the surgeon lose sight of me grasping that there are people who are harming my territory.

I wish you had at least organized it in a self-destructive ceremony to mislead.

In that sense, they could have taken one.

"... such a complicated and hectic magic formation, uh, it's the second time I've seen it. For the first time, Nargarn's Regenerative Ceremony"

Linoa seems to regret it.

"Hmm?"

I think they picked up the statement with a different intent.

"Hey, hey, what's that all about? The lieutenants, they grabbed something, didn't they? That's how it goes, right? Yes, there was a mistake in the magic team..."

Jaguar calls out as he pulls his face apart.

This wasn't such a big deal, it was a slight mistake.

Yes, it was as if I was desperately trying to delude myself.

"... Lord Abel, you did well. All we can do now is report this matter exactly to the Lord, that's all."

Linoa shakes her head and denies Jaguar's words.

"Oh, no! What was the magic of clouds that we've been so distressed by? Um, what the hell is that wall...?

"You know that. That's the junction. That, too, is pretty high altitude hydromagic. This territory is targeted. Report this to Lady Lark…"

"How are you going to resist someone like you who's been covering up in such a decadent junction and hiding it all through!

Jaguar screams hysterically and slaps the wand to the ground.

"Scattered by the Icarus guy! White-eyed by the people, too! Still, still, because I believed that if I came desperately in trial and error, I would figure it out! I can't do this anymore! How am I supposed to report this to Lady Lark? I don't know what I can do about it because I found out!

Jaguar kneels on the ground and grabs the dirt with his fingers.

Tears shed by another factor cover the cheeks that were wet in tears of joy.

The other magicians, including Linoa on the spot, couldn't think of a word they could return to him, just leaned down.

"Jaguar......"

Linoa leaks his name pompously.

"... it was futile, all of it. You've been so hard and desperate, you seem like Abao. I'm gonna have to shut up and leave here now, 'cause even Nargarn isn't here. You won't be able to do anything, whether I'm here or the Vice Commander. How you scratched your feet, this place is doomed."

Jaguar spits a grudge.

The air on the field gets heavier.

Perhaps Jaguar is also one of the drifters who was coming to Phage territory as an adventurer and helped by Lark.

As a matter of fact, he should have liked to thank Lark too.

"A, Abel...... what the hell is that?

Meir also seems to have learned to fear the differences in the sky, squeezing my sleeves tight.

I nod small and touch Meir's shoulder with the opposite hand from being caught on the sleeve.

"It's okay, don't worry. I don't care about that."

"Ah... yes"

Apparently Meir felt strong persuasion in my words, snorted and gently took her hands off my sleeve.

I approached the World Tree Ortem, which I had prepared for a sample to have the Ortem carved, and pointed the wand.

"Lord Abel, isn't that enough, already..."

A woman of the sorcerer said, as she was exhausted.

I duly gave back a bitter laugh and then shook my wand.

... hey, let's put some effort into it.

Your enemies seem very uptight.

"প ু ত ু ল (doll) ম ে আ া (gather)"

From the eyes of the world-tree oatem, the light that just dazzles overflows.

Everyone on the spot covered their eyes with their hands.

Whoa, whoa!

Clouds push toward the junction.

A low sound, as if the space were at its best, echoes across Phage territory.

"ড ্ র া গ ন (take a dragon) হ া ত (elephant)"

Magic to the clouds via the autoem of the world tree.

The clouds swirled and chunked, elephanting a dragon with a long torso.

The dragon jumps into the junction with a big mouth open.

The invisible junction collapses with a high sound.

The clouds that were elephant of the dragon were dispersed and poured over Phage territory.

"Oh, there he goes. There he goes."

... a little too much to come.

Looks like we're gonna need to control the cloud flow for a while.

"" "Huh?

The magicians see the sky with a dazzling face.

The Jaguar remains in a crawling position on the ground, with only his neck wide bent to gaze at the sky and his mouth gently open.

"Lord Abel... are you human?

A sorcerer of a woman who had just called out to stop me from doing my deeds said with a more daunting look than an admiration.