Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"I failed, I failed... Completely, failed…"

At the house of Elder Loeb, who uses it as a rally point instead of until the church is finished, Rings was whining to himself with a bump and a window.

"... wow, it's my fault. If I hadn't made an extra mouthful, the duel would have been dropped off. Then I would have had the chance to join hands with Icarus and crush Abel with a praiseworthy hand from both sides! The Grand Priest stopped me somehow, and I...! But because he was so flirty...!

I resent him, put my nails on the window, and stare at the building at the end of the glass.

It is a Leviathan church under construction.

Until recently, the young people of the faithful had all lent a hand in the construction, but they had completely disappeared in the last few days.

It is the current situation that is now left exposed the interior of the stripping.

They say there's been more rain here lately, but they don't even show up to wear rainy sheets.

Needless to say, the reason for this is because I lent my name to make up for Icarus' lack of credibility.

The result was a massive failure, and Rings' credibility disappeared with Icarus.

In addition to that, there has been an increase in the number of jobs in the realm at once.

I have so much work to do with one oatem melon, from cultivating oatem melons to managing safety, to reporting on the position planted and the number grown.

On top of this is the task of building a lot of armor from Nargarn's neck, the fabrication of a mysterious card called Trump, and there are no more free people in the realm.

Until now, the Lord was the one who had come to speak to Lingus in search of new salvation because of his predicament.

But life in the realm is expected to stabilize, and those anxieties have been completely allayed.

"Dear Grand Cleric... I am sorry that you entrusted me with the great role... I am sorry... I don't get it, but it's like this... Oh, to the Great Cleric, how the hell should I face..."

Lingus leaned down in tears of remorse.

Doing so, a gray-haired mage, Abel's face, floats in the back of his brain.

Without it, Nargarn would not have been broken through, nor would it have been rained down, nor would the land have been filled with melons whose roots had been destroyed and which did not make sense.

Too much hate, Rings distorts his expression.

Now there are only five of them, including Rings, in the house of Elder Roub.

That too. All four but him are old men, headed by Loeb.

Rather than coming for faith, it is at such a rate that the old men came face-to-face with each other because they were free.

For the sake of faith was almost prebuilt.

Every time I cross the day, my attitude toward faith fades visibly, and to this day I can't even feel the will to hide it at the earliest.

"Mm, mmm, I cut it out! This is Taoist!

Elder Loeb says in a caged voice of fever unsuitable for his age.

If Rings had a glimpse of what was going on, the four old men seemed to enjoy the example cards and doings.

"Ha! Strong, Mr. Loeb, strong!

"Isn't this the fifth time in a row that Mr. Loeb cut it off with two choices!

"Ho ho! I won't live long for Dada! Because the sound is easy to see."

"I see. Should I look at you!

"Just because you imitated me doesn't mean you can do the same thing?

"We'll keep our eyes closed the next time Mr. Loeb pulls."

"Ahhh! Well, that's against the rules! You broke the rules!? Hey!?"

I'm totally going to come visit my elder house.

Rings was also losing track of why he was here.

Rings watched as the four old men got interested in playing cards, shaking in anger.

I was thinking about killing him inside, and that was probably in his expression.

An old man noticed Rings' gaze, Aung Kyung looks back at him.

"I don't know, missionaries. How about a fight?

Lingus grinned.

"... No, I will refrain from doing so"

"Ho, do you hate losing to Mr. Lingus and the rest of us so much?

Lingus heard Loeb say that and thought, "What are you talking about," but he still managed.

After Abel came, he continued to lose in a row and where he was quite frustrated, he said, 'Don't you hate losing to the eagles that much?' was so angry that even though I could understand it was a joke word, it was still unusual.

Still, Rings enjoyed it.

Even these four are the last believers.

With this place at his feet, he said he must have some kind of hand...

"Oh, you don't meditate on your eyes! I don't know what to say about meditating on your eyes. It lacks fun. Look... I think it was forbidden even by the rules"

"You're making a mess of me, motherfucker!

That Rings was the limit, too.

The room quiets back at once.

Rings roughened his breath at the center of it, raising and lowering his shoulders.

It was a tramp that Abel suggested in an attempt to ease the anxiety of the people, but it was striking unexpected damage into Rings, the enemy, where Abel had no idea.

Rings was thinking as we looked down at the four trumps trembling at each other.

(As soon as possible, I just have to kill Abel...... As long as we have that, it doesn't matter what we do anymore. I can't do it, I just have to ask the Grand Priest to leave. He said the Great Cleric had failed in a raid once, but if he fought as hard as he could, that would not be the case. But it's bad to be seen fighting...... I have to ask Abel to leave the village alone somehow)