Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

A year has passed since I was certified by the chief as a leading magician.

I'm nine, Gisele turns seven.

These days, I've been made to help with hunting and other things, and I've had very little time to be hit by my magic training.

I hate my father's shallow understanding of sorcery.

I'm trying to get Otem to hunt instead of me, but it's not going to work.

It's just hard to incorporate the response behavior until you let the hunt go smoothly.

It is possible if I stick to the side of the oatem and keep re-hanging the magic, but in the end it will take time, so it is the main fall.

There seems to be some way to make them have pseudo-intelligence, but there's overwhelmingly not enough material in this settlement.

I'd like to leave this settlement someday to gain more knowledge and try different things.

No, it's a big deal that I was able to devote so much time to my magic training because there was so little entertainment in this settlement.

Outreach, if you get out of the city, your magic arm could fade all at once.

In the first place, they say the Marlens basically shouldn't leave this settlement.

Apparently, the Marlen settlement is a hidden place for ninjas in Japan.

When a war or other major incident occurs in various countries, the Wang Capital sends a messenger, and the Marlen people are supposed to join it.

The country's secret weapon, it seems.

From part of knowing the circumstances, you are called the Curse Clan as a group manipulating suspicious witchcraft and creepy dolls, and you are in awe?

Most importantly, the last time a request was made to join the war was almost a hundred years ago.

Many Marlen people now only use witchcraft for sympathy, rituals, fortune telling and divination.

That's what the chief moaned about when there used to be more sorcery, but now it's completely faded.

I wouldn't have wished I'd been born in a time when I was a little more of a donkey anyway.

Now that we're at peace, maybe that's all we can say.

Just to be clear, I'm not going to live in this settlement for the rest of my life.

There is no Golem material or Alchemy material here.

As far as books go, there are many different things in this world.

Even I'd like to try and make some more authentic chimeras and homunculus.

Autoem alone is not satisfactory.

Even magic techniques may be significantly behind because they are isolated from the world.

I can't even think about it that way or not.

There's got to be something else to make magic work than a closed place like this.

"Brother, Father wants you to come hunting..."

I take my eyes off the book and turn to my voice.

Gisele stood looking sorry.

"Uh-huh... I don't think I have that talent."

At least if you let me use magic, I'm confident I can hunt more prey than anyone else, but my father says use a bow only.

You should also remember how to use this, it will help you in some way.

My father has a hard head.

Marlen's history suggests that he was hunting by magic for a longer time.

To the chief, until about eighty years ago, bows were weapons held by immatures who could not use magic well.

Now I'm totally at peace, and people are starting to say that those who hunt with magic are more unusual things, or maybe dangerous if they erupt.

When I was little, my father and mother would be thrilled if I showed an interest in witchcraft... but lately, there are verses that I'm trying to pull away from witchcraft somehow.

Must have crossed that line a long time ago.

It would be useful to have a lighter, but a flamethrower is not necessary for the average home.

It's a bit of an exaggeration, but I guess that's what I mean.

I'm conscious, but I don't feel like stopping my leg now.

In this world, I have lived long enough to train in witchcraft.

If they deny it now, all I have left in my life is Gisele.

I also don't feel bad about that, but I'm not going to ditch magic anyway.

"Okay. I'll be ready when I finish reading this chapter."

As I say, I drop my gaze on the book again.

Gisele laughs like a sneer, then peeks at the book from the side.

Gisele, looking in the book, opens her mouth pompously.

"How many letters is this...?

"It's an array letter. It's all I've ever written about the meaning of the magic shapes."

What I have in my hands right now is one of the most elusive sorcery books.

Special characters dedicated to magic books, called array characters, are used.

Array characters summarise in one letter what should normally be expressed in multiple characters.

When it comes to suddenness, there are a few narratives, but there is something close to the shorthand technique of what was said in the previous life.

Because each letter is packed with a considerable amount of information, at the time of mastering the array letters, you will have considerable knowledge of witchcraft.

Because of this, it is only on the letter, and there is no pronunciation or the like.

Originally, if you describe the magic team in detail, it is not very much something you can talk about in about a few books.

It is this magic book that is forcing us to make it possible by having the amount of information in each letter.

You may think that you don't have to wrap it all up in one book, but using and ripening array letters can also be a magic exercise in itself.

The ability to concentrate and organize information is the foundation of witchcraft.

It takes time to remember the whole thing, but once you've completely mastered it, you'll be able to dramatically increase the amount of knowledge you can pack into your head from your books in a lifetime.

Because my father knew about the existence of array letters, I decided to ask the chief to tell me.

At first I was about to be deluded by a simplified version of the array letters, but I decided to eat back and manage to be taught the formal array letters.

Just one year now, the basis of the array letters is more or less readable.

At this pace, it's going to take more than five years to fully master the application, but this still seems to be miraculous speed.

"Oh Abel, you were there or you were supposed to let Gisele call you..."

My father came out of the house.

My father sighs when he finds Gisele beside me.

"Damn, Gisele's sweet on my brother"

Have you found it?

I'll check the number of pages before closing the book.

"Also, I'm sorry, Father. But your brother is a sorcerer..."

I reach for Gisele as I stand up and control the words.

"I'm sorry. It was a halfway page, with"

Gisele frowned and looked at me dissatisfied.

I feel like complaining to my father, too, but building strength is important.

I'm being raised, and I can't just have a hobby.