Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

It was noon and a break from the production work of the Puppet Dragon Quetzalcoattle came.

I don't know if I have to take a lunch break or anything, but I was boycotted once before, and Mare and Lark persuaded me to fall into the wings of judgment in a memorial that said, "Be sure to take a lunch break for an hour."

The members of the Alchemy Division have recently begun to learn to cry to Lark, Meir, and Altamia, so I have trouble.

When I embarked on a magic lecture during the lunch break in charge of Otem, without punishment, I began a demon-like memoir that said, 'During the break, Captain Abel must not speak to the members without their permission'.

For this reason, I usually ask Meir to cry or zero stupidity, keep working alone silently, or ask Altamia, who seems a little annoying, to sit down, but from today on, I have a pen latte about Grandpa Penn.

My chest jumps when I think that Penrat would also respond to the magic talks.

Penrat is not currently in the hall, but will be back soon.

Peter came to visit us before noon, so we had him hidden somewhere else.

Lark can break it if you ask him in, but Peter is quite a troublesome opponent.

Most of all, Peter owes me a great deal for trying to kill him.

In addition, you need to go through me to make contact with the great god Kudr, which is the outline of Peter's request, perhaps the most powerful spirit in this world.

It would be a cunning story, but Peter can never undermine my mood, so I'm confident I'll push him off where he finds out... Peter is an old man.

Instead of missing a penrat, you might impose some restrictions on me in the name of surveillance of critical criminals, or you might bring me another challenge more directly.

The presence of Penrat wants to stay as low on Peter as possible.

If I'm caught in Penrat's shoes, I only have enough means to get Peter talking or to get Kudr to mediate to find a compromise between us.

I do not want to choose as much as possible the option of exiling to the Leaveras country to join hands with Leavey and thoroughly hostile to Peter.

Speaking of which, Meir's not even here right now.

Usually he was always near me while I was working, but today he was supposed to attend a cooking class that Milsey, the cooking housewife, was proud of, so he slipped out on the way and headed that way.

Previously, in the village of Pargas, where there was a morbid disturbance in Neroglyph, Meir had developed into a culinary confrontation with Fleur, the daughter of Village Chief Haile, who may have suffered a sharp loss there.

But Meir, too, doesn't mean boredom, but can't we do something about this amount of mindfulness?

When are you going to be studying hard what I said I wasn't good at or what I said I was interested in, but I don't feel like I'm getting more and more instrumental impoverished because I have a section that depends on allowances anyway.

Because Meir is always beside me, I sometimes feel uncomfortable when I'm not, and I don't like it anymore.

Anyway, Mere or Penrat, won't you be back soon?

From Meir's story, the atmosphere was going to be quite long, so we might not see each other until around evening

With that in mind, I sit on the oatem at the edge of a scattered square of puppet members, crossing the ham sandwich.

As I was stretching my back after I finished eating, I saw Mere rushing in.

"Good luck, Abel!

"Ah, Meir! He said he was gonna learn to cook, but is that over now?

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I'll see you in half a day.

When I stood up in response with a bitter smile, I slipped past the side of Meir and one little old man walked aiming at me.

Needless to say, it is a penrat.

Meir didn't even think of it, she was stopping with her eyes pointed.

Penratt stopped when he came right in front of me.

My face was so close that I took half a step back.

Penrat stepped forward. I decided not to move.

"Dear Abel! I'm finally back! I can't help but regret not being able to be present at the feat of this Grandpa Penn, Master Abel......! Damn, that obnoxious, undead womanizer!

"Oh, well, that was tough."

"Would you mind if I had some precious time for Lord Abel for this Grandpa Penn right now! We wanted Abel to guide us through this foolishness! We were wondering what Abel should teach us! So I desperately narrowed this grandfather Penn's stupid, awkward brain marrow to thinking that this is the only way to ask Abel's knowledge, which should be called a world record, which is wider than the sea and deeper than Dwarf's underground empire, after all...!

"Ma, wait! Um... I'm sorry, can you come back later?

This may be the first time that knowledge has been requested so far, including in previous life.

I've been wanting to talk about it for a long time. It keeps my desire from coming in.

Mere twisted her plans and came to see what was going on.

When I talk to Penratt, he's definitely going to be in a situation where Meir can't speak from the side.

Then Meir is too pathetic.

"Mmm..."

Penrat's eyeballs stare at Mere.

Meir flinches in Penratt's wretched eyes, but squeezes my clothes and glances back.

"Because you can't beat Me, Meir, and Grandpa Penn!

When Meir says, the penrat rattles his teeth.

What are these two competing for?

"Abel, how's the puppet dragon manufacturing going..."

"Master Abel! The first thing foolishness wants to ask you is in Gillemeim's interpretation of the paradox of virtual demons!

Mere, blocked from talking, gives a muddled look.

"I'm sorry I gave up! Abel decided to talk to Meir!

Meir turns her arm around my back and pulls slightly towards my back and leaves forward to shelter me from the pen latte.

"Gilemeim's, the paradox of virtual demons......? I didn't know you'd ever hear that word out of a man's mouth."

"Ah..."

When I answer Penratt's words, Meir leaks her breath in a voice that's about to disappear into the air.

Gillemeim is a genius who supposedly conceived the basic concepts of modern witchcraft almost five hundred years ago.

He was an excellent magician as well as a scholar and philosopher of religious and ethnic studies.

Supposedly Gillemeim made a novel proposition about the post-mortem world and made formulaic proofs about it, but unfortunately received and slaughtered the proposition of that theory as an affront to God, after obtaining no consent because it was too advanced for anyone to understand.

Its entire life has been riddled with mysteries, and there is not a single portrait left, up to the voices of evil pushing that it was really about a magical organization consisting of multiple people.

Gillemeim engaged in dialogue with high-ranking demons to pioneer the Spiritual Word, producing many magical theories.

But the majority of it is not understood by anyone, and what is spread throughout the world is only a very small part of what has also been generally accepted.

The paradox of virtual demons is not about such a Gilemeim's proposed way of thinking and perceiving about witchcraft, but this is also equal to many of the theories that many Gilemeims have come up with, one that is becoming forgotten over time without anyone understanding it.