Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I was taken out to Peter and left for Phage Mansion where Lark was staying and destroyed by enemy magicians.

Apparently Peter has already seen the tragedy of the hall once.

In order for me to understand the seriousness of the matter, it was the quickest story to have a look at me.

Daimyo, the purpose would be to point my cane tip at the Leaveras Country.

As far as I'm concerned, I didn't want to be used that way, but the fact is, interference from the Leaveras country is beyond degrees.

If we keep this up, it could even be war sooner or later.

Instead, it even seems like the other side wants it.

Maybe I can't say something warm either.

"This is terrible..."

I was surprised to see the Phage Mansion from a distance.

The hall is about half completely blown up.

No, that's not all.

The northern tip of the hall is transformed into a barren earth that leaves no single dead grass for dozens of meters.

"Yeah, you bet. It's insane to use this magic in people."

I snort at Peter's words.

"Again, I get it. My understanding was sweet. They're not serious."

I don't think it's about what humans do.

I see misery, and repeated anger springs up.

From this point of view, Leavie doesn't care if Lark or Meir live or die.

You wanted to make Penrat squeeze and make me squeeze the spear back in the meantime.

If you feel like it, you can take these hands, at best you're shaking.

The sight of that magnificent Leavie, flickering like a big fishmonger's arm provoking, floats behind his brain.

Oh, well.

From God's point of view, I see how human beings are to that extent.

I looked down from a far height. I wish I cared. I'll make you regret it, you spear-drawn spear god.

I walk backwards, face Altamia.

Altamia is a witness in direct confrontation with Rasboot, an assassin who came at Leviath's service.

That's why we asked Altamia to follow us when we talked to Peter about the country against Rivalus.

The key Altamia was leaning down on the ground and shaking her shoulders.

Meir is pounding her shoulder to comfort her. It's really something I totally broke down when.

"... and you don't understand what they're thinking at all. Sounds like magic that radiates by switching magic power to a huge amount of heat, but the range of effects is too distorted. That's an unintelligible word, even if you wanted to flaunt the threat. It's like accumulating magic and throwing it in a ditch."

Altamia shook her shoulder all the time.

I tilt my neck at the motion, but I don't care deeply and turn back to Peter.

"Really? I borrowed the magic from Leavie, and if you can activate all this magic of power alone, I think you're the finest magician... well, if Abel says so, maybe you are"

"It doesn't matter if you just increase the scale. Well, it didn't seem like there was anything I could do about this sorcerer who used magic."

"Man, Leviathan, he's always had no decent learning, he's selfish, he's narrow-minded, he's hard-headed, all those people. Borrow the magic of the Water God, but you don't know how to treat it properly."

Peter tells me to throw up.

As Peter stands, there seems to be a lot to think about for the rest of us.

I don't really like these, decisive and derogatory things, but I'm not thoughtful enough about Leviath to shelter myself, so I decided to duly obscure and hammer them.

"Even the people who call themselves the new Levi now are the barbarians themselves who have no power, even to the extent of the information the eagles have grabbed. It won't last long what you think, because the country is worn out because of the forceful sectarian integration, and what you do there is harass the kingdom of Dinlat. Even if the eagles don't get their hands on it, we'll be broke if we wait ten years. Though I'm not going to look at it in the long run."

"... Well, I don't know the hard story, but this tragedy tells me what I'm trying to say. I don't feel civilization and intelligence from magic marks. This is a kind of blasphemy for sorcery history, blasphemy."

I feel killer from behind and look back small.

Meir held on to Altamia's shoulder as she raised her blues and fronted at me.

Altamia, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu

"That's something that you despise so much...!

"Oh, keep it down! Abel doesn't know anything! It wasn't malicious! Right?"

I tilt my neck and face Peter.

Peter also doesn't seem to know why Altamia's grumpy, so he clasps his shoulders wide.

"But you tell me you're civilized by intelligence, as you've seen the exercise of witchcraft, Abel."

"I know more or less. After a proper infusion of magic, after worrying about how to handle magic, I even feel like it exploded uncontrollably. This isn't what magicians do. 'When I threw the garbage straight up, it fell and the garbage hit my head! It sucks! It's like saying,' This is it."

"Is that what you're gonna say...? If you don't want to defend the Leviathans, but you can instantly convert a huge chunk of magic that only triggers them into a magic blow, you can tell the story that if you have a demon stone, you can change the war situation by yourself.... Well, it might be useless to tell Abel that she's going to destroy the world by herself..."

"Even Goblin Sherman isn't terrible this far. Shameless for exercising this sorcery, you should break your wand and retire from the sorcerer now. Doing so will raise the average level of magicians in the world just a little, so that stupid Leviathan will also be able to contribute just a little bit to magic."

I can tell more or less from the trail.

This is too much of a situation in itself.

I can only assume that the enemy exercised his magic on the enemy by practicing his magic properly.

I also thought it might resemble an Abel sphere for a moment, more than a magic mark, but that didn't happen.

My Abel sphere is not such a pussy.

"Ah! Okay! You know it all and you're making fun of me! That's right!

"Keep it down! Keep it down, Mr. Altamia! I know exactly how you feel! I can't help but get Mr. Altamia angry! But Mare will apologize as much as she wants, so keep it down here! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Meir hugs Altamia and makes a scene.

... What are you doing, those two?