Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

A bulimic dragon Fifnig is a warcraft that appears only in the inheritance.

Fifnig is told that there are special organs beside his stomach that can collect as much food as possible, and that he used their powers to devour and destroy one country.

After Fifnig's death, an alchemist used the skin of his organ to create, after trial and error, five tool bags that could hold things indefinitely.

Around it came a war among nations, and the toolbag of a bulimic dragon was considered a spark of war disaster.

But the toolbag of the bulimic dragon could not be destroyed using any sorcery, and four of the five were abandoned out of anyone's reach, and the last one went missing.

Far away, it was over a thousand years ago.

- There was a story about what was causing it, where it came from, and the collector holding that last binge of bulimic dragons.

Honestly, I thought I might be a frown saliva, too.

But when I saw what was now, I sensed the movement of the Spirit and was convinced.

"You have it! Raging Dragon Tool Bag!

Altamia, who was watching me like I was being taken aback, hastily interrupted me and the collector.

"Hey, hey you, what are you thinking!? Because of people..."

"... well. You've often noticed that it's the power of a bulimic dragon. Damn, I always assume that this guy will just know his name and take it out of my cloth bag."

The bandage on the collector's mouth lifted slightly.

"Duh, where! Where is it! Mi, shouldn't you show me!?

"Huhun, you can never let go. I tame my body with the power of other magic tools and forcefully assimilate them. It's affixed to my skin here. Nothing. There's no point in keeping it in shape as a bag."

With the fingers of the hands of those who the collector is good at not holding a sword, he shows his own chest and pokes at it with a tongue.

"Or did you assimilate it to your body? is, the end! Could you just give me the end!

"Hang on! You're a funny guy! It's the demonic organ of a bulimic dragon that the old sorcerer couldn't destroy and had to dispose of across different dimensions? In the first place, there are complex different dimensions unfolding inside. It's not like a thousand cuts!

"Do you wish you could? The old alchemist was able to process it, so there's got to be something to do! Hey, let me give it a try! Because I'll give you a wand of destruction or whatever!

"A, Abelu!? Hey, hey, how many unsolicited things are you saying? Meir, hey I don't think that's a good idea!?

Meir holds my hands from behind and pulls back, trying to pull me away from the collector.

"Me, Meir! Let go of me! My years of dreams are about to come true!

"Be calm, Abel! Please! Wow, only powerful at times like this!?

A collector stabbed a giant sword to the ground and shook his head.

"Ha! No, no, no! I don't care what you decide! Raptor toolbags help protect my heart, don't they? What makes a kid like you touch something so important! My treasure will be damned!

The collector said so in a good way, leaking his nose.

He was using the sturdiness of a bulimic dragon tool bag to protect his heart by sticking it to his chest.

Then I can't help but to not want people to touch me too much.

But I can't give up.

You can store anything indefinitely and take it out at any time. It is exactly the ideal magic tool.

It's a lot of constraint, and it's very different from the sorcery of a highly magically depleted metastasis in requiring one action to prepare.

In search of that convenience, it would also be natural for there to be a war.

Even when I found out it existed a long time ago, I wanted to get it anyway.

But I gave up on the fairytale world. That's what's right there.

It would be harsher to give up here and back off.

"Please! If you can't, just look! Just take a look! Just take that coat off for a little while, let me see! Let me touch anything!

"... ha? Do you know who you're talking to?

The collector's eyes peeking through the gaps in the bandage are surprisingly distorted.

Meir strengthened my strength to hold my body back.

"I'm sorry! Abel, when I get a little excited, I sometimes rant about things I'm not sure I understand! Sorry! Mere will apologize as much as he wants instead, so forgive me!

"Don't stop me, Meir! So, because the bulimic dragon toolbag is right there...!

I stretch my hand out to the collector, desperately.

"Really powerful only at times like this! Why!? Mr. Altamia! Abel, help me!

The collector looked at me uncommonly for a while, but raised his hand as he thought.

A huge sword that was freshly poked to the ground suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Ah!"

I raised my voice of surprise.

The movement of the body was stopped in order to focus on sensing the movement of the Spirit.

Exhale like Meir's relieved.

I thought, at the next moment, it was back in the same position again.

I can't really grasp at which moment I showed up.

Again, I tried to shake Meir off.

"Almost there! Because I just want to see it from a little closer!

Collectors snort at each other.

"Also, again! One more time, please!

The collector laughed out loud when he saw me desperately trying to pull Meir apart.

"Huhahahahaha! You, Aura, are common, but you're an interesting guy. When I was climbing the tower, I was worried about how I'd kill you, but I liked it. Hey, little stoneless girl there, let him go with that Abel. Don't worry, I'll miss some disrespect."