Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

My head hurts. Where are we?

Consciousness blurs. Her eyelids are heavy. I want to stay asleep again.

"Belle... Abel..."

Who is it? I hear voices.

Is that Meir? Is Meir calling me?

Yes, I lost the fight against Kudr... so what happened to Meir?

Besides, I...

"Abel... Abel... Chi..."

"Mere......"

I wake up.

I see a familiar, luxurious coat hem.

It was Sir Pelterre's abdominal black Okama mask Peter who is harshly putting the broken mask on his face and hiding his sights.

"You're awake, Abel."

"What is it, Mr. Peter..."

Peter looks at me like I'm disappointed.

"You've never seen a eagle and treated him like that before. Even if you look like a weasel, you're in a better position than the current royal family? Once the eagle is under a little pressure, the king will take his place."

It's a little unconvincing to be told to put a mask full of that on sight, wrap around a torn down coat of law, and arm around it so hard that it tries to keep its majesty.

It is true that Peter died when he was crushed by Kudr.

Oh, well. I'm dead too, so you see Peter...?

"You look like you've met a dead man... but, eagle, he's alive."

Peter wrinkles over his eyes.

"Yeah?"

When I ask back, Peter opens his mouth without telling me.

"At that time... I wasn't crushed, I was taken in by the tentacles. Somehow, you missed your life. Hey, Kudr, God."

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And palm back......

You were willing to give me a hand and crush Kudr because you were resisted trying to tie me up with witchcraft...!

"... which means, alle, you're still alive. Oh, me too, did they miss...?

I wake up.

Looking around, it was a meadow along a cliff.

With the complete resurrection of Kudr, the red-black discolored sky had already regained its original bluishness.

There is no cloud. Much clearer.

"Is that monster... already, something... if you want to analogize, did you go back to hell...?

"Who is the Lord of Hell, Player"

If I looked back into my voice, there was a woman standing somewhere I recognized.

Blue and white hair is long and hanging down to the lower back.

The body has multiple feathers of a surgically carved cloth, giving it a sense of divinity somewhere.

"No way, this guy..."

I whisper to Peter.

"... Dear Kudr. Looks like he's taking what he is to hold back the magic from escaping."

As far as I'm concerned, I was confident that I could take it to the vanishing point in five minutes... but in a rushed Icarus throw, it just didn't get through to Kudr.

Unconscious. If I had been a slightly better magician, the results would have been different.

"... Now, Peter the dwarf and I can do it alone... I lost 30% of the magic I had accumulated for thousands of years in preparation for the resurrection of my catastrophe to strip that uncomfortable octopus. I'm going to have to ask you to put this down."

Kudr's eyes stare at me.

I swallow my oppression.

"Sa, 30%......"

"You just thought, 'Well, I was scraping, so this time it's a good idea'?

"Yes, no! There is no annihilation!

I know Peter was missed because he doesn't care.

But why did I survive?

He read the question from my face. Kudr put his arms together.

"I want to twist you down and feed you Din Eater now... but because of you, I can no longer fulfill my mission. I don't mean to, but I'm going to have to ask you to fill the hole in the magic you lost. Be my messenger. As long as you're under me, I'm gonna miss that woman for now."

"Apostle..."

I know what you're thinking.

In short, Kudr wants a tool for exposures that restores magic faster than he does.

The higher the spiritual body gathers, the more magical power the devil can accumulate...... in other words, the more magical capacity it will have.

However, the amplification of the Magic Recovery Volume is inferior to the amplification of the Maximum Magic Capacity.

This means that the higher the position, the lower the percentage of recovery relative to the maximum magic capacity.

If it were to be a mass of spiritual bodies the size of Kudr, that would be what would require thousands of years of rest.

I don't want to waste any more of that precious magic, so if it's just the amount of magic recovered, it means I want to throw a round at a person who's better than the devil if I'm bad.

He said that the four great creative gods had also built a human kingdom in each of them to side with the superior sorcerer from among them.

There were five great elders in the fire god Mahalvo, and four great priests in the water god Leavie.

I've heard myths about being rampant on my own if I'm that strong, and I've often wondered, but other gods may have come to treat humans in a similar way.

For example, I also know what Kudr meant by 'I was about to make a threat and cut it up appropriately'.

If you tried from Kudr, you would have wanted to show it up and down and scout the Apostle.

Well done. I was impressed with Kudr's blow and he was safe, but he told himself that Kudr would have to rotate his reason fully and let me handle it, and maybe he was dampening the power of the tentacles that attacked me.

"Ya, let me do it! Please! What the hell am I supposed to do...!

I put my head on the ground and pleaded with a flat apology.

If you're in a bad mood, you could all be killed this time.

Kudr looks at me and laughs "hun".

"I'll let you know when the time comes. I can't even look him in the eye if he leaks from you. [M] Until then, at best, I am out of depression with that woman and her serene routine. If you need anything, call me with that chest subpoena."

"Hmm...?

I can roll up my clothes and put magic in my chest.

From the lower part of the neck, a swirling Kudorian symbol of the tentacles appears.

Peter opens his mouth and sees me eat into my chest.

"Ko, here, this, no way, kudr god's, summons prints......!?

"Oh, hey, that's not a good idea..."

Even though it doesn't float without magic, if the world finds out it's on the chest like this, it can either be lifted up as a Kuddhist saint or struck to death as a demon.

Both have a good chance of the latter on the troublesome.

In a day rather than today, my subpoena will have been joined by Zolomonia, the great demon of wisdom and ruin, and Kudr, the god of law.

"Don't call me that by boring things, Abel of the Marlen tribe. … I have to gather modern information in this form for a while. If there is movement, I will appear before you again to give you my life"

That's what I left out, and Kudr's figure disappeared.

I was finally relieved of the tension, sighed out loud and disoriented.

Keep it, keep your back on the meadow again.

I think I got caught up in something extra... but for now, Me and Meir are safe.

Is Peter exhausted, too, and Guru knocked his body down and lay down.

I can't help it because of my magic drain and my body, my mental fatigue, or my body is heavy.

"I'm glad you're more like a sweet god than I thought... I don't know what's gonna happen to me"

"Right...... more than that, Abel. I gave you momentum. Can you give me back my ring? It's a little bad not being in the eagle's hand, and now that I think calmly about it, it wasn't like giving it to you and something would get better. Especially now that the eagle is alive. If you vandalize the weasel organization and the royalty, you don't know what's gonna happen to this country."

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Peter's organization, Amor, should have been a gathering of Kuddhist fanatics and magicians who were followed on the surface stage.

Everyone's knowledge of witchcraft would be quite profound. That is so incomparable with the Alchemy Division of the Country Lords.

Great talent for a research alchemist.

Besides, I don't want to let go of the ring that forces me to invest as much from the royalty if I can.

I closed my eyes tightly and tried to breathe my sleep.

"Shh... Shh..."

"Hey, hey!? Stop it, you'll find out!? Are you kidding me? You're not seriously thinking about holding him up like this, are you? Hey, sorry! Because I'm in serious trouble! Because I need it! Because I'll give you anything else!