Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"What do you think, Master Abel! Master Abel is too much of a magician for the periphery! Could you please be the lord of the land and guide the people?

There was no stray in Sarteria's face about wanting to make me pope.

But instead of being familiar with Leviath, Leviath has only bad feelings.

I don't think it's a vessel that allows me to be head of religion or country in the first place.

"Oh, you know, I'm not as good a person as Mr. Sarteria thinks I am... maybe there's some information being misinterpreted somewhere. Besides, I can't believe the Pope... you can't ride that. I don't know anything about Leviath..."

I have no idea what Sarteria expects, but I'm sorry, but there's not one reason I can say yes.

He said he was going down on me, but I just think he did it properly.

He was restricted in action by Leavie, so maybe he couldn't move too big.

"I heard that Abel is troubled by the magical regulations of the laws of the Kingdom of Dinlat, but if Abel became Pope, I think he would still interpret the Bible! Plus, this Leaveras country is rich in rare demonic ores and preserves many more unclarified magic tablets than ancient times! You shouldn't have any trouble with research subjects either! Personnel will also try to gather a selection of sorcerers from all over the country and prepare the best sorcery divisions in the Leaveras Country! There is no such thing as sooner rooting up in sorcery training! You should hang on to the survival of your country and learn from Master Abel until you fall!

"Are you serious!?

I didn't think, I froze and raised my voice.

With Peter's flashing face, he runs his eyes in turn to Sarteria, me, and Leavie.

Exactly. He didn't expect this.

"Sarteria... you're going to sell the country to the devil by going down there and doing that? Are you insane? Didn't you get crushed by the heavy pressure and make a fool of yourself!?

Point your finger at Peter as he condemns him to Sarteria.

"Sarteria...... you! Are you going to restrain the rest by pulling in Abel, who is hostile to the rest! Everywhere, you lick this Leavie! Don't be ridiculous! Suddenly you give the throne of the Pope to the man who captured the other three great priests of another country, and thus of the kingdom of Dinlat? There's no way the people will be convinced. '

Leavie barks with her mouth wide open.

"… what I adorn is that the people of the Leaveras nation are diligently mindful. If Master Leavie were to nominate him, there would be no one publicly complaining. Besides, isn't Abel able to handle Levi's spear?"

Sarteria says to Leavie with cold eyes.

'You want me to publicly declare that I'm going to put Abel in the heart of the Leaveras Nation in the rest, in the rest! I don't know how to strangle the rest of you!

"If you can't, Master Levais is here, erased by Master Abel, just to be friendly with me and the country. If I'm going to break through with Master Leavie's patience, I don't even use dragon veins!

"Sa, Sarteria, you... are you going to cow Abel and the sovereignty of the country and tailor the rest of this into mere ornaments? You... do you really think that this is acceptable...?

Speak up as Levi persuades or begs the Sarteria.

"... Yes, you're right. I'm sorry, Master Leavie, but if you don't do this, the Leaveras nation will be gone."

Sarteria bows her head pale to Leavie.

"The best way to gain trust from the Kingdom of Dinrat is to accompany Peter's treasured sorcerer to the heart of the country. In addition, if Master Leavie's influence is not weakened, you will not be convinced. Besides, now that we lack three of the four great clerics, we need more than Lord Penrat's alchemists to contain civil unrest everywhere. Master Leavie, this is a hole that you have spread because you have moved on your own. Dear Abel, you can bury everything by yourself."

Leavie runs his eyes blood, tries to say something, moves his mouth.

But words never spinned. A little late, a whimper leaks out of Leavie's mouth.

"What more... is this remainder, a god, being told by such a little girl that she will be kept and killed...?

That's all I said, three eyes closed disappointingly.

Peter did not mock Sarteria until earlier, but with a serious look, he turned his attention to her.

"... yes, that's it, you were ready"

Finally, Leavie and Peter broke...?

So, uh, me, am I gonna be pope?

I'll take a look at Levi.

After he turned his very sad eyes on me, he missed his face.

This is different from the first belligerent appearance.

My crusade was entrusted to the dragon pulse.

I'm glad Sarteria has the key to the key dragon vein.

Other high priests would have done a hell of a thing.

"What... are you really going to be Abel, Pope of the Rivalus Nation?

Meir asks me terribly.

I turn my back on Sarteria.

I was returned with a very beautiful smile.

"Something seems so..."

Do I have to bury the four priests?

Me and Sarteria are fixed, and then Altamia and Grandpa Penn?

I don't need a collector. Maybe you won't even call me.

No, I don't know yet. There may be more amazing talent sleeping in the Leaveras country.

I mean, do you want more frames for seven or so people?

"... I don't know, Abel's getting far"

Meir says lonely.

I think a little arm in arm.

"Will Meir also be the Great Cleric of Leavie?

"Is that okay!?

Meir plays her voice and sees Sarteria.

Sarteria nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, if it was Lord Abel's recommendation like no other, no problem. If I were to just take it on with Master Abel, I would try to get it through somehow. The Rivalus nation has many problems, but let's work together and turn it into a peaceful country."

"Peaceful country...... Ah!

Meir raised her voice like she flashed something abruptly.

"How can I help you, Master Meir?

Sarteria smiles and asks Meir.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, it's not a big deal. Just wondering... I hate to be rude..."

Put your hand in front of your mouth to be ashamed that Meir has raised her voice and apologize to Sarteria.

"No, if you have any doubts, I will answer. Differences in religion, differences in thinking, I am concerned to be able to respect them, too."

"Uh, well... Meir, I thought, um, maybe this, if it wasn't for God of Water, wouldn't it all go well? Look, I think Mr. Peter can compromise, too!

Sarteria froze her cramped expression.

From Levi's side, a loud noise rang.

A giant blue arm was crushing one of the pillars of the palace with his finger against the wall.

Apparently the frustration exceeded the limits of patience.

Maybe my expression would have been a little convulsive, too.

"Meir... I can't do that. It is most significant that Leviathan, the original god of religion, has been on his side that one of Mr. Sarteria's factions has come so far to advance the denominational unity of Leviathan. It's like declaring that there was no justification whatsoever for Mr. Sarteria's unification at the time of cutting Leavie."

Perhaps then, civil unrest, too, will not heal on its present scale.

It is not strange for all the people to turn to their enemies.

Peter predicted that the whole country would be in havoc at the time he killed Leviathan, but if Leviathan was disposed of in grandeur by the Sarterian side, etc., the havoc would not be at that ratio.

If we are to reconcile ourselves with the Leaveras, Leaves will have to keep Leaves as a decoration.

"Oh yeah, Meir, I'm silent, I'm sorry..."

"No, never mind!

Sarteria was following with a slightly drawn smile and checking Leavie's face for fear.

Whatever it was, it was resolved through a safe discussion.

Later, you'll talk to the royal family from Peter, and I guess an alliance will officially be formed.

What will happen to me now?

"Mr. Peter, is this okay?

I turn to Peter.

Apparently Peter was thinking of something, wrinkling around his cheek and biting his lower lip.

"... well, that's why I didn't want to discuss it properly. You have a bad aftertaste."

Zero sigh, face me.

"Abel, you need to be ready for battle."

"What... Pei, Peter admitted it too..."

Peter shakes his head small.

"I'm already packing, this country. Are you going to go along with the dream story of the Lord of a country that's going to perish? You're just being flushed, and you're not supposed to be ready for that. From here on out, I'll give you a little something to talk about seriously. Sarteria, you know that, don't you? I'll give you asylum in the best possible way, so give it up already."