That day.
The Witch of the Temple of Transfer had always encouraged her to perform her duties as usual.
It's not about changing jobs, it's about one of the tasks I do every day, having several conversations with the transferring gods in one day.
Seeing the paper falling onto the transfer bench, I utter words and have a conversation.
I use some magic, but I usually just end up doing the right public talking, which is one of those things that's not that hard.
"Shh, I'm sorry... is anybody there..."
A man with a scratch in his temple rushed in to say hello.
"- Oh, are you okay!? What happened to such an injury..."
"Oh, oh, I don't care about me. This is the Temple of Transfer in the Star Capital."
"Yeah. Well, yeah."
"Good...... I came to hear that there was a flying haulier in the Star Capital."
"Huh..."
"Please, I want you to tell that haulier. A pillar of God worshipped in my city. He wants to meet a flying haulier......!! 」