Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

A small puppet dragon mettori crosses the walls that cover the city of the Holy City of Liveryn.

Down in the city, I saw the Leaveras looking up at me from below.

That's the Holy Capital, the people who go out with each other, they're all the people in Leviathan robes.

The kingdom of Dinlat is also tolerant of other religions other than the state religion, and it is such a messy country that it also arranges Wegener Adventures in the Church Library of Kudor.

I guess the State of Leavalas, where the Pope is at the top of the country, is more aware of religion than the Kingdom of Dinlat.

"Hey, what's that?

"Golem......? Wouldn't it be a good idea... obviously, it doesn't seem like one of our countrymen"

The majority of the people in the Holy Capital still didn't seem to understand what had happened.

When he saw we were headed to the central palace, he understood he couldn't just leave us alone, so he turned his cane overhead and began to show up as well as a magician exercising water polo magic.

But by the time the demon bullet reaches the altitude of the Puppet Dragon Metsutori, we'll be ahead of us, so we won't hit it.

Even if it arrives, there's no way that some sort of magic can penetrate Metutori's boundaries.

There is no need to be vigilant.

"Oh, hey, that's really bad! What denominational people! Keep going, we'll cross the waterways of the palace!

"Stop, the undelivered! Stop! Aim, Pope Sarteria!

"Somebody, stop whatever you do!

The noise grows louder, but the other side just runs and comes after us.

You can't even make it. Over there, you don't think you can catch up.

He runs a little, gives up early and stares at me from afar with desperate eyes.

Interceptions, too, do not increase in particular.

By the time the information is communicated, Metutori is flying ahead.

"Being so overwhelming makes you feel so pathetic... I don't know if I got in on the day I decided, but I thought maybe it was a rush.

Whimpering like any other HR as Peter turns his eyes to the rear distance.

I'm just here because you asked me to, and Meir's just here to keep me out of this mess, so the best tense person is Peter.

Finally, Metutori crossed an aqueduct that inhibited his way to the palace.

The palace was longitudinal, with the impression that towers, etc. would come firmly.

The height would be nearly thirty meters.

"There shouldn't be a lot of people in the waterway, because it's a decision that only people selected from Levi can enter, including Sarteria caretakers and escorts. If you go inside, it's over here."

In the central part of the palace there was a balcony designed to enclose the building.

The balcony has four stone slabs.

The surface of the tablet is engraved with a magic ceremony and the top is embedded with demonic stones.

Five magicians stood before them.

The five leading men were tall men with little heads.

"Hey, what is it, that guy..."

Meir looks at the boy man and tells him like he was threatened.

I can't force that reaction either.

The boy's man has no eyebrows, his eyes are surrounded by blue tattoos, and his third eye is engraved with tattoos on his forehead.

On his chin, he had a water-colored piercing.

Compared to other believers, it was clearly different.

"We must not allow that infidel to break in any more! This is the word I have given you from our Lord, Lord Levais! We have to do this, even in exchange for our lives!

After all, that jaw-piercing man seems to be the head of the five, and the rest of the Christians are spinning their magic formations pale.

"That man...... Malevial!? Well, he must have been the head of another dangerous sect. I can't believe that man was on the sect of the Surterrier..."

Peter tells me like he's surprised.

"And you know what?

When Meir asks, Peter nods.

"Yeah, in short, Malevial is a fanatic. His denomination compelled the people to pray twelve times a day and harsh commandments. Those who broke it, in some cases, were made to atone with death. Though I don't think he's an easy man to saddle a denomination..."

Behind Malevial, four magicians had begun chanting the Spirit Language.

Responding to it, the demonic stone embedded in the tablet begins to shine.

"Abel, there's a big one coming!

At the same time that Peter cried out, Malevial put up a great scepter.

"Now, by our faith, we burn down the heathens!

A magic formation unfolds at the tip of Malevial's great scepter.

"ব জ ্ র (give me thunder)!"

Simultaneously with that chant, a mass of light emitted from the center of the magic formation strikes the puppet dragon Metutori.

But the thunderstorm strike is in front of Metutori and is held back by the junction and scratches off.

"... Sure, the speed to the bomb is somewhat better, but that much preparation for the big layer, you know what?"

I set up my cane and turn to Malevial.

Malevial turns his eyes around like a reptile that doesn't make him feel angry, stares at me all the time and stiffens his body.

Neither will his men move one by one, with their canes up.

Raise your voice so that Malevial breaks the silence.

"Whoa, you guys! Again, get ready for interception magic. Whoa!

"Dear Malevial, I'm impotent! 'Cause now...!

"That can't happen! This tablet was built by Master Leavie to protect this tower! With this, there's nothing in the world that you can't do! If it fails, it's because someone in you didn't have enough faith! Change your mind on this occasion now!

"Well, that wasn't the level! You don't have one scorch on you! I can't, this. Bye!

He seemed to be rubbing something.

Malevial and his men started arguing.

Malevial gets in a bad mood to watch, and blue muscles come to his head, kid.

"What is this?! On the tablet that Master Leavie built to protect this sanctuary immediately, what is this? What do you mean you can't do this?

"But, but... in reality, wasn't it impossible!

"How many times do I have to tell you that's because you didn't have enough faith!? Remind the heathens! That our faith is not something like this......!

I look back at Peter.

"... you can do that, right?

"There's no reason why I shouldn't... Palace, please don't take me down yet"

I nodded and turned back.

"ব জ ্ র (Thunder) এ ই হ ত (Elephant the ball)"

Store electricity at the tip of the wand and fasten it in a spherical shape.

Hold it to the point of smashing power and unleash it on the standing balcony of the Malevials.

The electric light explodes and the balcony is half-baked.

The sorcerers who stood slammed their backs against the wall, crushing the slab of stone with weight and falling straight down.

I landed Metsutori on the unbroken side of the balcony.

I go down from Metutori and stand on the balcony.

"Well, shall we find Sarteria soon?"

A blood-coated Malevial, who was falling in, hung his finger on his jaw piercing, lowered it down and pulled the meat into a thousand pieces.

I was surprised by the sudden oddity, but apparently I went there to recall my consciousness with severe pain.

"Yes, pagans... don't think you can get rid of me so easily...! Even if it's just your neck without enemies, it'll bite you to death..."

Grab the broken scepter with your blood-running eyes pointed at me and stand up.

"... Malevial, what are you doing?

From inside the palace, a woman can be heard.

When Malevial hears the voice, he blues his face.

"Nah, I won't, Pope Sarteria! Now, the heathen... No, the devil! This time, we need Master Leavie's help! Leave this place as soon as possible and get ready...!

"I would have told you before to invite any Marlen visitors to the palace?

"Well, it still won't! Besides, Master Leavie, if that happens, he wants me to stop him no matter what he substitutes...! And, anyway, the Pope leaves this way!

"Master Leavie is still a bad boy, and he does that."

A woman shows herself from within the palace, following the sound of a frightened voice.

An embedded papal crown of demonic stones in blue hair long enough to drip on his back, blue sacrificial clothes, long sceptres about the length of his back.

It matches the appearance that was taught by Peter.

Tight, beautiful, jade eyes blink when they look at my face.

"Malevial, carry your fallen men down to the lower level."

"But..."

"... Mr. Leavie has just been given a decision."

"That's... yes, no, if that's the case..."

Malevial turned his suspicious attention to Sarteria, but did not say anything in particular about it, and withdrew from the occasion.

Apparently, he headed to get manpower to carry his fainted men.

"... Dear Abel, Dear Mair, Dear Peter, right? For the first time, my name is Sarteria, and I am the current Pope of the Land of Leaveras. I don't want to talk about Mr. Abel, I'm watching from Mr. Leavie. Sooner or later, I thought you'd come to the Holy City."

Sarteria carefully bows her head.

"Uh... ah, no..."

I am confused by the response and look back at Peter.

It's not what I thought.

Sarteria's attitude even remembers her humility.

Both Peter and Meir had a distraught look on their faces.

But as Peter immediately returned to me, after pointing to my wand, he gestures to hold the wand and wields it.

I'll get him straight, I guess, no, but...

I can't stand the silence and look back.

Sarteria looks me in the eye, smiles like a good person, and then distorts her expression to sadness.

"… First of all, we must represent the country of Leaveras and make an apology. For a long time, my men and Levi, the god of religion in our country, have been inconvenienced. Some of you will have suffered deep wounds to your mind and body, or you will no longer be able to return. As a pope who guides the people and connects them with God, I apologize deeply for not stopping their rampage."

Sarteria bows her head deep on top of each other.

I have no idea what words to return.

Speaking poorly, wouldn't it be taken as such a political statement and put in a hell of a position later?

It's kind of disgusting on my back.

Weird sweat came out.

Is she, in the first place, a real Sarteria or a fake?

To keep you alert, it's possible that a fake came out, or more likely that way.

If it were real, would you reach me lightly with a statement that might be inserted from anywhere later?

Or do you realize if you don't enemies, you're going to get out poorly early?

Whatever it is, I can't trust you on the detour.

It's called Marias, it's called Nero Griff, and the acting skills of the Leviaths have made me lick scattered bitter acids so far.

You can't be fooled three times.

"... Um, Master Abel?

Sarteria looked anxiously at me and approached me one step closer as I continued my dancing rigidly.

I put my hand forward and took a step back.

"Also, I'm sorry... it's only natural to be vigilant..."

Sarteria takes a step back.

"Oh, no..."

I don't know what to do, I really don't know what to do.

That's just Nero Griff's boss.

I can't see the sincerity and aim at all, they totally grabbed the pace.

I look back at Peter only half the time to make a decision.

Peter began to strangle himself, largely, after making a motion to behead himself with his index finger.

Then, with a desperate eye, he said, 'You know what I mean?' All I'm saying is, you see me as a flicker.

... What do you want me to do?