Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I took Meir and escaped outside the temple with metastatic magic.

The destination of the transfer is above the puppet dragon Quetzalcoattle, regardless.

Now the Earl of Jurem faction has lost an important pawn to counter Kudr.

Mebius' soul is in my hand.

Do you have a hand in destroying each and every one of them while fleeing from the Earl of Jurem, and having Mebius' soul run forcefully with Kudr as his shield to protect him?

... but that would be if the Earls of Jurem would just let me get away with it.

"A, Abel, Ko, where are we? What..."

Meir looks around you.

I fluttered and lowered Meir to the floor.

"Shame was black. Sorry, I stepped on a dodge and put Meir in danger. But this should have been the end of the first one. At least those guys shouldn't have a reason or room to give Meir a hand. It would be helpful if you gave up on me."

"Speaking of which, Meir, Mr. Shame magically put me to sleep... So, but, A, there's no such thing as Abel's fault! I didn't even notice Meir at all... more annoying to Meir, Abel again than that..."

Meir lays down her face.

"I'm telling you I'm just doing it because I want to be beside Meir. Besides, he's a wooden spirit who can only escape to his Kudr opponent. I could afford it."

As I said, I was stretching out my arms in the guise of natural motion as much as possible.

... My arm was pampered because I held Meir.

This is going to sound like the next day.

I've been getting more chances to move around with something lately, so my body should be doing pretty good.

"So, are you okay, Abel? Would you like to hide a major injury?

"Oh, yeah, no problem at all."

I stretch out a long time and pretend like nothing happened.

... I wouldn't fit in if I found out I had a muscle ache here.

... Do you want to start muscle treading in earnest when the case is closed?

No, you might find a way to develop your muscles successfully with the application of improved physical abilities using magic.

Shall I do a little research?

"So, what are you doing?

When I turned forward... there was an Orviga figure repressed by four autems.

Orviga was crawling on the floor.

When I ask, Orviga slaps the ground like he's even outraged.

"Malfunction! I didn't do anything else, but I took the liberty of moving this autoem. Marlen, can't we get these guys out of here? If you're going to humiliate the rest of us, the 10,000 High Elves who worship the rest won't shut up!

Orviga was desperate to excuse herself, but there was no doubt that Orviga had been slapped down by a surveillance autem in an attempt to molest a puppet dragon.

... I've advised you that if you do something odd, the autoem will move, what is this guy doing?

And how can you get so far in this situation?

This one is in conflict with a faction of Earls of Jurem, which seems to be the pinnacle of the Spirit, and perhaps the Kudr of the most powerful artificial Spirit weapon in the world.

I'm not afraid where high elves have been added now.

Instead, we can already see the bottom of them.

"... well, fine. It's not like I want to do this to you, either. I'll take you to the castle."

I left Otem.

... I thought I could put an oatem on it and keep it quiet, but let's just stop imitating it like it's pointlessly inciting.

Orviga is a fool and arrogant, but he's the type who can pull the trigger.

I wouldn't do an extra imitation.

"Ho, is that true! Ha, come on! I want to forget everything that happened today, having a beautiful woman sleep with me at the royal castle!

"A, Abel......... this weird guy, what is it?

Meir asks me if I'm afraid.

"... leave him alone because there's no harm. It sounds a little strange to say and do, but it's like a wind and earth disease in the sky country (Alfheim). For once, he's a great guy, so treating him too cluttered could be a hassle later."

It may be too late for that.

"I see...?

I say it like Meir doesn't seem convinced.

"You're the daughter there, the woman who was being carried by the Spirit. Hmm, I don't like the body, but the sides are pretty good. We have no choice but to compromise and allow this rest of the sleeping. Hey, Marlen, hold on while the rest of you sleep."

I waved my wand.

An autem bouncing from the side blew Orviga's body off.

"... wasn't he a great man, was he?

"If you think about it carefully, you might as well dispose of it and not tail it"

Orviga quickly sat upright and bowed her head.

"Chi, it's not. I don't think you're on the diagram, but you seemed warmer than I thought, and you seemed kind of in a good mood, so I was wondering if you had a chance to say a little bit about me... Yu, forgive me, the rest of my personality and femininity are sick. If you think so, don't you see how pathetic the rest looks?

Orviga begs with an inviting voice for pity.

This one, this one, it's hard......!

"... now that I know, go to the corner and shut up"

"Oh... thank you for that generous heart Marlen...! If you return to the castle for the rest, forget about Silfaim, the old god who pushed you for the rest of your troublesome work, and let's serve your statue for a thousand years...!

I want you to shut up because it's really hard.

Now I can already imagine seeing how it goes and coming up when I have a little time to spare again.

... I don't know if the silfame you're talking about Orviga is simply Count Jurem's deception to get high elves involved, but well, it doesn't matter to me.

Often a guy like this has kept his hopes open for 10,000 years.

What about the country of high elves?

At that time, the temple began to collapse in full with the roar.

It recesses from the center and starts pulling away.

The rubble fell off through the branches of the magic tree Alberut.

I watched the temple collapse.

Surprisingly, it took you a while to completely collapse.

"... you broke it again, Abel?

"That's not my fault."

Orviga looked at the temple with his dead eyes and said something. I did, but when I turned my gaze, I fell disappointed.

I was secretly surprised that there were values in Orviga that only honored the cultural heritage of the High Elves.

It was a large temple, but Orviga would also live about 10,000 years later, and I wonder if I should try my best to rebuild it.

"... So, are you ready, Shame"

I set up my cane and looked back.

Sheim, James and Earl of Jurem stood side by side on a puppet dragon.

Mixed into the three of them, a green sphere about three meters in diameter is floating.

I'm Sim, who was being retrieved by Shame.