Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

After tidying up a whole field in the village of Caiera - no, re-exploring it and making it a land where farming can be done, now we go into work to secure the water resources properly.

I stood where the water was gushing the most out of some digging in a small magic ball.

"What are you gonna do with this, Bowes?"

"Well, we'll build a tall platform here, and we'll build a waterway that flows from there to all the fields."

"High ground."

"Yeah, I think that would be more convenient to run water through"

Now what about the table?

I tried to ask if there was a good way for the stone of the wise man - then.

The earth suddenly shook out.

"Huh?"

"Dangerous! Grab me, Bowes!

Miller grabbed my hand.

An old man's miller from anywhere, but as if his leg were a great tree with its roots down on the ground, he was not even frightened by the earthquake.

Meanwhile, the villagers who were tense rolled around one after the other, thinking about future farming in their respective fields at a distance.

"Long shake...... what the hell"

"Ah!"

"What's up, Bowes!

"The color of the water is purple... is that... poison?

"Mmm!"

Miller's complexion changed.

The spring water that I was digging in the magic sphere and was blowing from over there was turning into a poisonous hue at the same time.

The foam blows as if the poke and water have boiled, turning purple and drooling.

Whoever sees it starts with "Poison? It looks suspicious."

"This guy... no way."

I know something - and the moment I tried to ask Miller.

A black object popped up as the earth swayed even louder and the eardrum sounded like it was about to burst from the ground.

The object flew up into the air, about three stories high, and stood still pitched on the spot.

It was like a woman.

Black dress - a woman wearing a worn out dress.

His eyes were cloudy, his whole body was shaking, and he was dripping purple from his mouth.

He leaks a beastly groan, still in the air.

It's like it's leaking out of the bottom of hell, a horrible groan.

"I knew it was him!

"He?"

"Astarot, after seeing him fifty years ago, I went crazy."

"That means... he's the one who cursed Miller"

Nodding mirror.

I see, if you ask me, she and Miller, we have a lot in common.

Miller's poison hand, and the poisonous water that's blowing off the ground right now.

And most importantly, the temper that is releasing from Astarot's own body.

Just in case, I asked the sage stone about "Astarot".

The stone of a wise man of all knowledge.

... I see.

"I haven't seen him since then... but I was in the ground Bowes dug back into."

"Might be"

"Whatever. It was here, but in the centenary, it shows things to my eyes."

"Wait."

"Holy shit, Bowes."

Let me do it.

"... right"

Miller, whose wars rose from the moment he saw Astaloto, fell at an extraordinarily fast pace than the rise the moment I made my name, and the insurance disappeared from his face.

"You should leave it to Bowes."

That's what Miller said, and the atmosphere went completely into watching mode.

I took a step and headed towards Astarot.

Stagnant, until then just suffering astalot.

The Astarot noticed me and made me suffer even more.

And he scattered him, and opened his mouth to his cheeks, and exhaled.

breath in even more poisonous shades than poisonous water.

Maybe - poison stock solution.

He threw it up at me.

A flaming magic sphere was made to evaporate the flying venom.

It reached the ground that it had partially missed erasure, and even the soil was dissolved in its poison.

Screaming from around, the villagers run away.

I can't take the time, I'll go all at once.

I stuck my hand out, concentrating my magic on my fingertips.

SSS rank magic, magic equal to God.

I gathered it at my fingertips and made a little sun-like magic ball.

Astalot, completely deactivated of the venom, screamed like a beast and flew towards me.

"Bowes!"

Go toward Astaloto, keeping Miller's scream on his back.

Intercept - and counter.

Break in the small sun at the counter while extinguishing the thickest poisonous breath ever with an extra fiery magic sphere.

A magic ball enters Astarot's body.

Light wraps her up, in pain.

A different type of suffering from previous suffering.

suffering because of the effect of what I punched in.

"Oh, it's working."

Mirrors from Hundred Wars Smelt seem to be spotting that too.

Some time later, when the light settled, Astalotto fell from his knees and into the ground, like a puppet with a broken thread.

Miller walks slowly and approaches me.

"Are we done?"

"Yeah."

"Kaka, that's Bowes. I don't know how easy it is to end the culprit who tormented me for fifty years. Thank you."

The look on Miller's face I told him so was clear.

- But.

"Yeah, I didn't kill him."

"... what?

What do you mean, a facial mirror?

Before I could answer that, Astalot stood up.

Put your hands on the ground, wake up slowly, and look around.

"You haven't!

Instinct or reflex, a mirror that sits in response to Astalotto's actions.

"Yeah, I'm not."

"To?"

"How's that? Still painful?

Asked Astalot, not Miller.

She looked around with her face saying she didn't know what was going on.

In the eyes, the light of intelligence had returned.

"Is this... the human world? What the hell am I doing?"

"Talked!? No. Did you talk normally?

Stunning mirror.

I spoke of the knowledge gained when I took confirmation to the stone of the wise man.

"Astarot wasn't originally evil. He was originally a rich God."

Explain, then ask Astarot again.

"How's it still painful?

"... no. Yes, you helped me."

"I just got rid of the bad elements."

"Thank you."

Apparently, it's all right now.

Her resurrection, once a goddess of abundance, will surely be a plus for this earth.

beside me and Astarot facing each other.

"Ha... awesome Bowes. When I thought I had defeated the devil, I sent him back to the goddess. Always on top of my expectations."

And Miller was rolling his tongue.