Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"Is that such an interesting book? If so, if they carry it up there too..."

Meir calls out to me, clinging to the magic book.

"No, not enough to take... you mean you just want to read this part..."

Having been hit hard in the abdomen by the High-Level Spirit Atlas, I managed to regain it and was looking for another blind book in the warehouse.

The High-Level Spirit Atlas is too heavy to hold properly, so I decided to ask the servant to take it to my room.

"But I've been reading it... and if you haul it..."

"I don't know, it's not like I want to go that far and read something else, but if you don't check it out, it's kind of disgusting"

"There are other pots and paintings that look more interesting... Hey, why don't you take a look over there? Right? No, nothing... I hope you're not interested..."

... It's strange because when they say it that way, they rather stir up guilt and make me feel like I have to go see it.

When I came to call you during the activities of the Alchemy Division, Mere's face, who seemed happy, turned his head.

"Okay."

"Yay! Look, Abel......!

"Well... just give me five more minutes."

"Ah, yes..."

I moved the magic book back to its original position before walking inside the warehouse with Meir.

The organization in the warehouse has already been cleaned up in advance, and is now in the stage of sorting and wrapping the artwork with cloth to take to other cities.

I unfortunately wasn't sure because I have no knowledge of pots or paintings at all.

At least keep the name of the author and the name of the picture below.

But it was fun to see that there were many paintings of warcraft and demons.

Some paintings depicted Kudr God and Levi the Water God.

There was also a huge four-necked deer painting lined up in Leavie's painting and worshipped by a large group of Dwarves.

The four necks had left and right diagonal tops and diagonal bottoms, and looked odd with the tip of the jaw facing toward the center.

It is of such a magnitude that Dwarves appear to be small grains.

Perhaps this is the god of the earth, Garugia.

I haven't seen a painting depicting Garuja for the first time, so I can't be very sure, but a golem called the Rock Giant Soldier supposedly created by Garuja stands at his feet.

Because...... the painting next to Garugia was a portrait of Lark's grandfather.

I wonder if he was quite a magnificent character around coming and arranging portraits with Kudr, Levai and Garuja.

No, not necessarily the person who placed it.

As I look at Lark's portrait of his grandfather, Meir pulls the hem.

"What's up?

"... isn't it kind of just that painting heterogeneous?

Follow Meir's gaze and there was a painting of the city burning.

... strangely accurate or vivid depictions of buildings and people.

The painting itself is structured like someone's vision.

I don't feel very good watching it.

"Well, lady, did you get your eyes on that? I advised Lawrence that it might not be easy to take it elsewhere."

Joseph, who was called for an appraisal, stopped by to see if he was free to finish the job.

"Is it painted by a famous painter?

"It's got the name of a painter about a hundred years old, Coln Korich, behind it. It's not commonly known, and I'm not very familiar with it. It's just that the number of pieces itself is high, and the name is known among painting maniacs because of the characteristic inscription behind their foreheads. Nevertheless, there is not so much added value to this painter"

"So why did you care?

"It's a famous story that Corn actually only paints landscapes he sees with his own eyes."

When I heard that, I reviewed the painting of the burning city.

Apparently, about a hundred years ago, this was a tragedy that Coln actually saw.

"... I see it certainly doesn't seem like something you can easily let go of"

"That's not all we're talking about is that this painting isn't something you can easily let go of."

Joseph approached the painting, pointing his finger at the man on the tall building.

He's an aristocratic middle-aged man with long green and white curly hair.

He wears a bright red coat with plenty of embroidery.

Slightly fat, but also seemed simply swollen.

overlooking the city and leaking a grin.

"... are you the man you felt touched when you knew you couldn't help?

Joseph shakes his head quietly.

"Actually, this man looks like a famous person. Have you heard of Count Julem O'Norea?

"... Julem... Oh, yes"

Count Jurem is like an urban legend.

I've also heard it several times when I was in the city of Romane.

He was supposedly within the kingdom of Dinlat about six hundred years ago, and said he was missing one day at the border.

Only then, more than a hundred years later, within the kingdom of Dinlat, began to emerge those who saw someone similar to Count Jurem in various parts of the world.

You think you're laughing alone away from your surroundings when you're in a big incident like anything else in history?

... just from me, where coincidences happen to overlap, I think it's just noisy that a prominent wanderer has seen himself or herself for making a topic.

It can't even be a high elf not to be over six hundred years old.

"This was the first time I had seen Count Julem's face... but you look so much like him?

"Yes.... but it is true that Corn was allegedly involved in the terrorist activities of a religious group and died, although I think the eagle was just a prank to put on it"

I loosened the look that Joseph was deliberately making me tense and laughed as if I were joking.

Meir listened to Joseph and was squeezing my hand as she shook her body, but when she heard Othi weakened her grip and exhaled as she relieved herself.

"Don't threaten me..."

"Ho ho, that's why I said you shouldn't take it anywhere else easily. If it's revealed to be a joke, Lady Lark could be ashamed of it."

Greetings Lark's grandfather seemed to like collecting suspicious things.

I sighed after reviewing the laughing man in the painting.

Anyway, because it seemed like something I had written trying to scare the beholder.

In the painting, it floats only blatantly around the man.

"It's time for Mr. Lark to finish his work, and I'll talk to you a little bit about the future of the territory."

I walked away from the burning city paintings and approached Lark.

I just had a chill along the way, and I looked back.

I felt like I looked somewhat familiar to a man in the middle of a burning city.

I just didn't care deeply and immediately turned myself over again.