Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I was at Peter's invitation again, sitting upstairs in the basement of the Lark Mansion, in a secret meeting room made by Lark's grandfather.

Peter sat face-to-face with me, elbowed on his desk. He's shaking his shoulders in a mindless, floating manner.

Munich sat beside Peter.

Peter is supposed to be a forbidden sorcerer who cows the kingdom of Dinrat out of the shadows, but this is how we got used to each other's faces sooner rather than later.

"Abel, you took care of me the other day about the Leaveras country, that was handy. It looks like the head of the Maharoun kingdom was annoyed by Med's rampage, which was fooling Leavie. Nhoof, actually, the other day I was putting my eagle men in contact with the other squire, but the other lord will be very surprised."

"Ha... Really..."

As far as I'm concerned, I honestly don't care much.

If there has been any progress as a result of that face-to-face meeting, I want you to talk about it straight away.

"Reeveras country......? Did you change your name? Until now, it's simply the Leavelas Country..."

Meir tilts her neck.

When I tried to answer, Peter came out of nowhere.

"Even now fake Leavie and Pope Sarteria have called themselves lords, but they were not officially united. With the establishment of the Leviath Arvels, we finally managed to move around the whole territory, so our Royal Dinlat has decided to officially admit to you that Pope Sarteria is the leader of the nation."

"Uh-huh... I don't know, but I kind of figured it out!

Again, I'm in a good mood for Peter sometime.

Even in response to Meir's empty reply, which she obviously doesn't understand at all, she smiles, keeping her mouth in a superior mood shape, without damaging her mood at all.

"So... please keep the conversation short. You borrowed this basement room from Mr. Lark on purpose because you asked me for something else, didn't you?

"It's not like that. I just thought I had to tell you because things had changed. You want to know, right? See, the eagle just told me about the squire of a certain big man in the kingdom of Maharoun..."

The way Peter talks exquisitely cripples his seizures.

Even as I lay down my name from earlier, it irritates me that I am involved with the big man in the kingdom of Maharoun, and yet I am talking in slow pace while making him smell a bit like he revealed his opponent's nose.

I am a leader of the Alchemy Division who has lagged behind on scattered Leaveras country issues, and I have a pile of work to do to improve territorial issues.

Even though it was ripe without desperate sleep, Peter said something that even matters, so he decided to take the time to listen.

I just want you to narrow down the main points and talk.

I want you to write everything on paper and give it to me.

As long as you do that, I'll let you read it while I carve it in the autoem.

"Mr. Peter... are you free? You've been on phage lately, haven't you? I need to fly around the country more, didn't I tell you something like that before?

"It's okay, it's okay. The place where the eagle absolutely needs to be put out in the first place is something that has generally been cleaned up with the resurrection of Kudr God and the crusade of False Leavey. I'm throwing the rest of my job to my men, so I'll just get regular reports and give them instructions for a while, and I'll let you do your most important job, Abel's entertainment, on Lark's Baron's territory."

"Yep..."

Is this guy going to keep calling me every time something happens if he keeps sitting in Phage territory for the rest of this time?

"... I'm busy too, really. Territorial reform in human resources education… and the manufacture of puppet dragons, the construction of magic wave towers, and the analysis of Levi's spears are all quite a big deal."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I'll try to refrain from calling."

"After... the day of the Moon Festival (Dinmay) is approaching, isn't it? I'm annoyed that Altamia wants to know the impact of the moon (Din), so she wants to go with the magic field measurement. It's a lot of work to prepare underneath. Mr. Lark also made noise about whether he could have an event on the Moon Festival (Dinmay) that could revitalize the territory, and when he had said all sorts of things, he was incorporated into the vice chairman of the event planning at some point..."

"You know, you have to say no, too."

The licence under Peter's mask returned to his true face.

"Anyway, please keep it short! Mr. Peter would also like to say that it is a crisis in the country, but I, too, am committed to the work of the Alchemy Division and the planning of events for the Moon Festival (Dinmay) with my life at stake!

"... you're a pretty easy type to flush."

Exhales like Peter is frightened.

"Well, fine. It would be more troublesome to hide it badly from Abel and face a third party. I really don't know about this, but the truth is, I've been in contact with Limud the Great Five, the mage rumored to be the strongest in the Maharoun kingdom."

"Li, Rimdo..."

That's just amazing.

The kingdom of Maharoun calls the king and his four advisors, the Five Great Elders.

Limud has become the strongest sorcerer in the kingdom of Maharoun, a man of influence after the king.

I don't know much about him, but I hear he's a moderate, but he's also a somewhat black rumored figure.

"Well, it's not a full cooperative relationship, but a degree of friendship where we consign behind us to advance in favor of each other's countries. Previously, when I fooled around a little, I almost got cursed to death by the magic team that I had planted in the letter at risk. I'm glad it was just a threat... but if they were serious, they'd be dead."

What are you doing, this guy...

"... I've never heard of such a convenient pipe before. Indeed, Count Jurem declared to Mr. Peter that he would let the four powers attack the kingdom of Dinlat, didn't he? What does the Five Rims say about that?

"Yeah, well, I wanted to talk about that! Looks like Abel's finally in a position to listen to the eagle!

Peter says happily.

No, I was curious to hear it from you.

I shook my head, shook off my clutter, forced my face, and conscious to stiffen my expression.

If I had listened to this hand, I would have no kiri.

As far as I'm concerned, if you just let me hear the minimum policy, that's fine.

"Oh, you know, really me! I'm busy......!

"There are many things Abel needs to know first in order to get an accurate picture of her relationship with the Kingdom of Maharoun... well, let's have a look at Arre first"

Peter rushes Munich with his gaze.

Munich put some bundle of paper on his desk.

From the rolled page, there was a sketch of the face.

Is that like an arrangement?

"In minimal! Minimal, please!

"... Actually, this is a hundred high-ranking spirits lined up in threat order with key figures from all over the world, created by the eagle exchanging information with Rimdo... don't you want to see?

I'll get myself out of here.

"Oh, I mean...!

This is, in other words, a guy named Man's Longing Strength Rankings.

In my previous life, too, the strength rankings of popular comic book characters that I liked were mind-blowing.

It was hand-in-hand and desperately created by the authorities competing for the top of this world.

It can't be uninteresting.

I step out and reach for the threat list.

Peter grabbed the paperwork and lifted it slightly higher.

"Ahhh!

"... this is, of course, a super classified document, so with your promise to Limud, you should never show it to a third party. So you're gonna be a little more cooperative, aren't you, Abel?

Peter grins as he hoists the end of his mouth in a hazy manner.

"Ugh, Ugh... but I have time, time...! The manufacture of Levi's spears and puppet dragons in the first place is meant to counter Count Jurem......!

"... In the meantime, should I resign as Vice Chairman of Event Planning, although I know there are untrained"