Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I manipulated the rubble with magic and protected all the discs of The Sun and the Moon, Din's Play.

Nearly all the discs were missing because of the aftermath of the Abel sphere, the fall of the wall, some of which were broken in two.

I bent down and put my face close to the disc, fingered the inscriptions engraved on the surface, and sighed deeply.

"No... it's a historic loss"

Until recently, the play of the Sun and the Moon, Din, which appeared in mythology and supposedly led to a skirmish of gods, was preserved in complete condition.

That's what made me look so, so different.

"At least once, I wanted to try until I was satisfied"

"... I think Abel broke it."

Peter walks up to me.

Peter and Munch were restraining Loupelle and Darras with the shackles of Agroan stone with the nature of the Sucker and the inscribed rope of the art that prevented the activation of the sorcery, but the work was apparently completed.

Turning to the side of the wall, there was Darras, who remained stunned, and Loupelle staring with cloudy eyes at the turn of the ceiling.

"... Mr. Peter, how far can I take this disc with me? In the meantime, I'd like to take it back and fix it... er..."

Peter takes my word for it and drops his gaze on the disc with a straight face.

Peter succumbs and puts his hand at the bottom of the quintessential giant disc.

"Too Much...!

He seems to have quite a bit of strength, his legs and arms are cramped. But I won't let the disc be slight.

Even Peter, who seems to be the hardest and most powerful of the four of us here, still has to take it home using Autem.

It seems a little difficult to balance, but I can't help it.

There's no reason to rush home so fast.

Let me carry you slowly.

If this "Play of the Sun and the Moon" Din "is real, it's definitely worth at least enough to buy a house with one shard stone.

Just because it's somewhat disfigured doesn't make it a reason to throw it away.

Most of the time, I'm not going to let go.

Even if the kingdom asks me to donate, I am prepared to just cry and squeeze waste into Peter.

It would still be best if I could fix it and decorate my house.

Munich, who was staring at Peter, grabs Peter's shoulder and shakes it.

"Dear PE, Dear Peter, please stop! There is such a thing as Peter being used under orders, and it can't be good......!

"Shut up Munich... it's one more step, one more step... This rewards the efforts of eagles who have gained extra years for themselves until they are contraindicated...! Now I'll try to accept anything with insult. Oh, Munich, give it a try on the other side of the disc."

"Please stop, Dear Peter!

Rock Peter's shoulder as Munich begs with a voice close to screaming.

"... Um... in the meantime, I'm going to think about it on my way home, so it's okay now, right?

"Okay! It's time to go home, I'll let you carry that disc!

Peter was somehow motivated.

To see how things are going now, it seemed that Peter was not at all handy with the weight of the luggage, but where the hell did this confidence come from?

As I leaned my neck, Munich seemed to be saying something to Peter, lurking his voice.

"Dear Peter... Are you sure you can? You can't, can you?

"It's okay. Whatever falls on my way home, it's gone. Until then, stay in the right mood at best."

Peter builds a cylinder with his hands and talks to Munich.

At my suggestion, for one thing, I left The Sun and the Moon, Din's Play, in the corner of the room, and decided to move on for now.

Me, Meir, Peter and Munich, we go down the road that I did when I smashed every door in the Abel sphere for "The Sun and the Moon" Din "play, and we move on.

If you stop by the story of the priest Johannan, there are three trials.

The first is a bunch of din-eaters, the second is "Playing with the Sun and the Moon," Din, "and so on.

It's not strange when it's time for a full challenge.

Just through the long passage, he went out into a bizarre great hall, engraved with great magic formations on the ground and walls.

The shape of the Great Hall itself was so circular.

Apart from the passage that came in, there is no other path that leads to other places, and this is the end of the line.

In the center of the circular room, a large single cane was upright.

The Great Divine Treasure, the mural here. I've seen the design several times.

I wonder if that wand is the wand of destruction that Peter was looking for.

"... I can't believe the wand of destruction is really here."

Peter squeaks.

Phosphorescence flew next to the wand of destruction, forming a single human form.

What emerges from the light. It is a phantom of the priest Johannan.

Cleric Johannan's lips open and he speaks to us in ancient spiritual language.

"Well done, I've survived the first and second exams, and I've come this far. Our distant children."

Cleric Johannan bows his head deeply and quickly.

"Now start the third and final exam. Prove that thou art a vessel sufficient to gain the power of God."

Cleric Johannan's voice continues to be harsh.

If we make it through here... this ancient tour of the diocese will finally be over.

But there was a firm certainty that the third trial would not have been a glimmer.

I grip my wand hard.

"... Abel, please don't get distracted"

Peter says.

Peter's gaze was fixed on the priest Johannan, not on me.

Destroy with my sceptre the statue of the wretched God that follows thee.

With that said, Cleric Johannan vanished to be enveloped in light.

The treasure sceptre of the priest Johannan, from the flow of the story, would be the sceptre of destruction.

That disastrous wand, upright in the center of this circular room, should be it.

But what the hell is "destroy the statue of the rough God with my treasure wand"?

As I rebelled the words of Cleric Johannan in my brain, I thought of it as this… I remembered the statue of two rough gods on the road, who blew and smashed Abel spheres.

"... that?

That rough statue of God has been following us since the first trial.

If I hadn't destroyed it in Abel sphere, he might still have been chasing me from behind.

It may have been the purpose of this trial to destroy it here by the wand of destruction.

"No... but no way..."

When I am troubled, the phosphorescence gathers next to the wand of destruction again, and the phantom of the priest Johannan appears.

"Well done, I defeated the rough statue of God and also survived my last trial. Let us recognize thee as sufficient to gain the power of God. I pray. May thou be pure and righteous..."

Cleric Johannan's phantom disappears satisfactorily.

Apparently, it was a real, real, just a test to destroy the Kudr statue.

I was staring at the wand of destruction with cold eyes.

Mere, unable to hear the ancient Spirit language, looked at me and the wand of destruction alternately in confusion.