Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I look into a hole in the ceiling.

The height to the hole is about thirty meters.

Right next to the hole is a staircase leading to the two levels.

Until earlier, the stairs leading to the two floors were interrupted along the way, leading to something like a distortion of space, but they usually seemed to continue above the ceiling due to the loss of efficacy of the junction covering the first tier and the leakage of Altamian magic that was full.

I guess this was what it was.

Looking within a single tier again.

The exterior of the dungeon is not shadowed until earlier, when the fantastic meadow was spreading by striking and changing, and the goblins, the inhabitants, are just sitting flashly in the grass that grew on the brick floor.

The blue sky, which had spread far everywhere, is now blocked between brick walls as well.

The landscape, which would have been preserved for nearly a hundred years, had been completely damaged by my inadvertent blow.

"... well, let's go to the next floor"

Meir grabbed hold of me and pulled me up the stairs.

"This is absolutely not good! Altamia's seal is definitely weakened! Aren't you a one-tier mess! Let's apologize! Let's go home and apologize to Mr. Lark! Because Meir will apologize with you!

"Well, you're gonna be fine. 'Cause there's seven tiers, right? Maybe, to my mind, he tried to seal Altamia high to prevent Altamia's magic from interfering with the outside world. That kind of thing would be made a little higher, and it's like an error on the ground floor or something."

"Oh yeah...?

"Oh, I'm fine. The person who made it also felt that it would be okay to get out of hand on the ground floor or so, so he made it brittle."

"Ugh, yeah... Meir's not very familiar with magic, and if Abel says so... no, but..."

Meir and I said this, and we went upstairs while Goblin dropped us off.

One hierarchy was full of warcraft of hazard class F, but the two hierarchies were stories of many warcraft of hazard class E.

I'm not exactly alert to the Warcraft itself, but I have to keep track of what traps there are.

The stairs were at an unpleasant height and had an unfriendly design that required quite a few feet up.

I hold my legs from time to time and climb ahead while I rest.

The Goblin trolley kept her strength warm, so she had a hard time, but she seemed to be able to get over it somehow.

"Hiu... Hiu... Hiu..."

"Abel, are you okay? Knees, I'm laughing."

Meir wiped a handkerchief of my forehead sweat as I sat on the steps and roughed my breath.

I take Meir's pointer and turn to my own knee.

"... that's a scarier place than I thought. A little, I might have been licking Altamia. Two tiers is the limit."

"Shall Meir bear it?

"No, that's kind of just... Are you worried about people's eyes..."

Exactly. Even I have pride.

If someone were to see a place like that and stab me in the finger, six months is unlikely to be forgotten.

He said, "It's okay! This place is off-limits, right?

"Uh-huh... but..."

People don't go through...?

Then nothing, is there a problem?

"I guess I'll ask you when I have to"

"Ha! Leave it to Meir!

Meir happily accepted.

I wonder if Meir has anything to think about.

On the way up the stairs after the break and supported by Meir, Meir turned to the end of the stairs and narrowed her eyes before turning back to me.

"The first tier is in the meadow... what is the second tier like?

"That's two levels... The Warcraft is E-class at best, but the book says the view is quite spectacular."

"Is it stunning? The ground floor was beautiful..."

"No, no. They don't compare at all anymore. The reflected light sparkles over there..."

"Light!? What do you think? What do you think? Like water, ice..."

Meir sparkles her eyes.

"That's right there anyway, and you're the guy for fun when you get there. If you're so concerned, you can go up the stairs first. Two levels should not be dangerous yet."

"It's because of this, and let's go up at the top. Ah! Look, it's already next time. No..."

Up the stairs, the second level of the Witch Tower had become a murderous brick-built labyrinth.

The warcraft of the rat, the fog, stopped on the spot as if stunned, looking around at most of them.

The labyrinth floor and ceiling had a large hole.

Or after the penetration of my abel sphere.

I turned a blind eye to Meir.

Meir looked around the labyrinth with a flashing look, but looked at me like she thought.

I turned away.

"Ugh, you're very different from the rumors. Well, this kind of thing is exaggerated, so I can't help it."

"What are you trying to delude! Or, let's apologize after all! I'm sorry for Mr. Lark. Let's do it! If you don't like to apologize, you can also mean that Mere did it all, so let's just go back for a report!

"No, you can't do that."

Meir wants me to take care of myself a little more.

"So, but isn't this really a bad idea? It's all eight levels, right? A quarter of the entire tower has already been damaged."

Indeed, Mere was right, following the first tier, the spatial magic and junctions that were applied to the second tier also seemed to have lost their potency in the aftermath of the Abel sphere.

"... even though the purpose was to explore the tower, in the second tier of the present state, it doesn't seem like there's anything worth looking around for. In the meantime, head to the third floor."

I take the wand out of my pocket and tip it to the floor near the big hole in the ceiling.

"ব া য ় ু (on Sat) হ য ় ে (Be)"

The light coming out of the cane illuminates near the aiming point.

The bricks on the walls and floors are crushed, the fragments are mixed and turned into soil.

I go on and wave the wand again.

"ব া য ় ু (Sat.) ো হ া ত (Elephant the stairs)"

The soil piles up and constitutes a step.

After the shape could be formed, the density increased, and a strong dirt staircase was created.

Unlike the staircase that originated in the tower, the front staircase is a friendly design with low steps.

"I should have broken down and rebuilt the stairs earlier, too. Okay, let's go."

"I'm changing the interior again on my own". Is that okay, this... "

"I'm fine. There is no limit to what the hierarchical bond of the tower is to seal Altamia. It's just a story about my hypothesis. And now I'm just rethinking that if the bond was so brittle, it wouldn't have played such a serious role as a seal."

"I don't trust Abel's brittle..."

Meir was anxiously comparing the hole in the ceiling to the hole in the floor many times on the road up the stairs leading to the three levels.