Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

The chief was in a room surrounded by autems, sitting in a chair reading a book.

Hair that is losing its luster, deeply carved wrinkles.

Still, considering he was one hundred and fifty, he looked too young to say what he thought.

To look at a large body, it doesn't even seem like your muscles are weakening so much.

He's supposed to be living a life of little exit from the mansion, but he's often able to maintain his muscle strength.

I would love to refer to it if I were to say no on the grounds of my father's invitation to hunt and from my frail physique encouraging me to train in sorcery.

The chief is one hundred and fifty, but the Marlens do not have a special longevity.

They use witchcraft and spells to slow them down.

Maintaining muscle strength would be part of that.

The life expectancy of the Marlen is, normally, about eighty years.

It's no different than the people of my previous life.

The civilization of this settlement is undeveloped, but the standard of aging is high because it can maintain some health with simple sorcery.

There are some of the most unmanageable pathologies that can be dealt with by witchcraft, as well as damage caused by demons and disasters.

Compared to the average life expectancy, it is significantly lower than in Japan.

The chief looks up from his thick book and stares at me as he holds the top of his monocular glasses with his finger.

"... Philo and, well, who was it"

The chief narrowed his eyes and said so in surprise.

You don't seem to remember me because I only had formal greetings at events, etc.

It was about six months ago when we met in a ritual, and that would be natural.

"I'm Abel Belake. This is my sister Gisele. Forgive my sudden visit. I really need to ask you something."

When I keep my head down, Gisele rushes to imitate me, too.

"Hmm, the son of Zelefang? I've heard a lot from Philo. My granddaughter and I have been friends for a long time..."

"Oh, my grandfather!

Where the chief said something, Philo stops it with his voice absurd.

The chief looks troublesome and narrows his eyes, staring at Philo.

He switches the conversation by saying, "Well, okay," half a step back, as Philo consigned to that gaze.

"Do, Abel. What would you like me to do for you?"

"Actually, I was stuck training in magic. When the chief has time, he wants you to profess..."

"Well, the lad seems to have plenty of free time."

The chief said hatefully, shaking his neck slowly to the side.

You don't have to interpret them mean to such a child......

Oh, my God, maybe I'm not impressed from the beginning.

I know it's rumored to be worse than it was because of my biased life.

Besides, it's not strange that Philo is twisting and blowing in with this.

"Ha! I wanted to see my grandfather, so I thought, what can I do for you? Did you want me to teach you magic? I can't believe you're suddenly trying to teach your grandfather a habit you barely know. If that's what I learned from my grandfather, I can tell Abel that... but, well, it depends on attitude or sincerity..."

What are you like?

But to see this feeling, I may have failed in a hurry.

My mother was softer in the waist and she told me to go ahead now, so I got sweeter, but should I still have told her in advance and asked for a convenient time before she came?

The sense of distance between the Marlen tribes was not yet well grasped.

It's Philo.

The chief opens his mouth.

"Yes, Grandfather!

"Take your seats off a little bit."

came, and Philo nearly fell forward.

I manage to regain my body and eat down to the chief.

"Yeah... so, but... you see... Abel might be rude to your grandfather for something! And Abel... Abel..."

"Take it off."

"………………… Yes"

Philo drowned his neck and left the room softly.

I looked back at this one about two or three times, but as the chief wrinkled between my eyebrows, I quickened my legs.

Well, with Philo, we can't talk about it...

It would be a natural decision when it comes to nature.

To see this result, in the end, he was surprisingly useless in the sense of softening the chief's attitude.

"Hmm... you want to learn magic from this eagle, huh? The hips of the eagle are not as light as the lad gently asks me to move"

"No... you mean?

"It wouldn't be a waste of time if they turned it up right away. I don't think the kid has the guts. It's because I'm old and short."

Yay... it's a takeout of hostility.

Clearly, I have difficulty reacting even if they let me get old.

You'd know that if you lived a hundred and fifty times.

If you're in a close position, you're still just a kid with a chief.

I'm not talking about age, I'm talking about life expectancy, so should I tell him that's not true?

But even if I follow it poorly, I'm going to interpret it as twisting and disgusting.

Are you trying to hunt me down on purpose, Grandpa?

No, I'm just overthinking it.

Rumors aren't very good that you're a little scared to look, so you're overfitting yourself.

"No, isn't the chief still well?"

I answer with a smile.

Yeah, I can do this. Full score.

I did well without touching on the fact that I was getting old.

And I thought,

"Well, think you're an old man, mind you"

You must be the one who made me care, but swallow the words that took me to my throat.

I came here to kill him when I thought I'd dodged him.

Normally, he's a nasty guy, so can I avoid it and give it back?

What kind of response did you expect, this grandfather?

You got rid of Philo, so I thought you were thinking a lot... at this rate, it's going to be difficult.

Instead, there's even a line I kicked out because I didn't want my grandchildren to see me snore.

You might want to hit the master with something else.

"So... you know, can't we still talk about this one...?

"Well, he's short minded. Don't tell me you can't."

I'm telling you.

Grandpa's attitude tells the story eloquently.

"So, can you tell me?

"You didn't even tell me I was going to tell you. Don't rush me, kid."

What is this palm back?

Then which one is it?

"... well, first let's let the kid see how serious he is. Come back tomorrow morning."

… which is essentially apprenticeship certification.

I'm just talking about telling you more normally than I used to and hanging up when I thought you weren't serious.

I wonder what it is.

I feel something that somehow doesn't fall very seriously when I say that the purpose can be accomplished and it's clear from tomorrow that I'm a disciple of the chief.

In the meantime, that's what we talked about, so I decided to go home for today.

Leaving the chief's mansion, Gisele and I walk home.

"Um..."

"Maybe there's a lot of blood in the chief, tundelle"

"Tundre?"

"No, it's nothing"

Probably not a concept here.

Because of this, the chief, Grandpa Tundele, taught me magic as if nothing had happened since the next day.

When I visited the mansion, I was so surprised at how well prepared I was.

Actually, chief, I thought you wanted a disciple.