In a Different World with a Smartphone

"Sacrifice? I wonder if you demanded that. I don't remember."

"Me too." Anyway, five hundred years ago, before I was born again... "

The Spirit of Fire twisting his neck to my question. Likewise the ice spirits sitting next to each other were tilting their necks.

I came all the way to the spiritual world to talk to the two of you in advance, but it still seems to be a vague memory, unclear.

"Does anyone know about you guys at the time?

"Ah, then I guess it's Sister of Fire. Looks like Atai was getting cute too."

"I, Me, am also the sister of the water, right? They were always listening to me."

Spirit of fire. Spirit of water. He seems to have a longer cycle of resurrection than the Great Spirit, so he might know a lot about it. All right, let's go that way.

Transfer the Spirit Realm. The spiritual world is a sparkling milky white space, but by the way, there is a planetary mass or a small earth. It's a small star, not even a hundred meters in diameter.

This is what I suggested to the Spirit of the earth because the space was unsettled with nothing. The Spirit of the earth, who immediately accepted me, instantly created some small stars. The Great Spirit is amazing.

Now the spirits live among themselves in the little stars.

And when I descended among them unto the great stars inhabited by the great spirits, the Spirit of the earth, who made them, greeted me.

"Welcome aboard, King of Spirit Binding. Come here."

The Spirit of the earth, with the same green hair as the Spirit of the Great Tree in the Great Tree Sea, smiled and invited me into the woods.

There was an open space in the woods and a brief Shi 'a "Azumaya". In a round building without walls, the Spirit of Fire and the Spirit of Water drink tea with pleasure. Fire and water, but we're good friends. No, the Spirit of Light and the Spirit of Darkness were also like sisters. Is he attracted to each other because he has something they don't have?

Anyway, now I have to ask the Spirit of Fire and the Spirit of Water about those two before I was reborn.

I told him about the two nations that continue to quarrel on earth and explained that the cause involved the Spirit of Fire and Ice, or, to be precise, the Spirit of previous life.

"It's a sacrifice. I wonder if those guys would do such a bad taste. The guy in the previous flame was not that different in character from now, so he was a pretty guy, though."

"Um, neither is Ice. I know you might harass me, but it's not that bad."

"I don't know what that means. I wonder what it is..."

The answer of the Spirit of Fire and the Spirit of Water was a story in which things became increasingly puzzling. Didn't you two demand a sacrifice?

"Oh, is that it? About five hundred years ago, the fiery guy was yelling all over the sword screen. I was interrupted when I found a human being with the qualities to be a spiritualist."

"Spiritualist?

"He is like a relative on the earth of the Spirit. Strong connection with the Spirit and sometimes possession can empower that person with the power of the Spirit. You're one of the top spiritual users."

He answered my question about the Spirit of the earth. [M] Does possession mean you're going to ride away? So you're saying that you'll be able to get on with the Spirit and use all that power?

"Sacrifice, then..."

"Maybe you mean be a spiritualist. I may have passed on 'Give Me Your Body' or something because I don't convey these words well to them who aren't spiritual users... oh well"

Just convinced, the Spirit of Fire struck Pong and his hand.

Then what? I meant to say, "I'll make you a spiritualist, so lend me your body sometimes," but I told him, "Give your body to sacrifice," huh?

"I see. They lied about being grabbed by the other country if they asked why they refused. It doesn't make sense to us to read emotions. Making fun of me, it's not weird that those kids are clean when they fool me..."

The water spirits are also nodding small. I don't know if it's kind, but you got mad because I tried to be a spiritualist for you, but you lied crap. I wonder if you liked the prince or the princess.

Being able to read emotions may also have felt malice like using the power of the Spirit to fall into the other country. Does that make you angry?

"If only the kings of time had conveyed their will properly, they wouldn't have lied like that."

Happy to ask you to turn your own child into a spiritualist.

Or maybe if it was the developed tabular world of magic culture, some guys could speak the Spirit language. In the end, you mean wrong intentions, wrong buttons?

I got the general picture. Maybe that's the truth. The question is whether those two countries will settle the spear.

It's hard. I was wondering if you'd believe me first.

You may not admit it if you believe it. Do you want to meet the kings of the two countries first anyway?

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It's a country I've never been in contact with. I just want to ask some country to mediate.

So it was Arendt, the Holy King, bordering both nations, who set up the arrow of white feathers.

I am accustomed to calling the Spirit the Holy Spirit and worshipping him like God is the same as the two countries of the past, but this one still has a calm image, as the Great Spirit has never had a history of direct involvement.

"My country has a history of hosting people who originally fled those two countries. The Holy Spirit must be treated with caution. But Winter Night Hall, ho, can you really call the Great Holy Spirit?

"You can call it. Do you want me to call you here now?

"Hey do it! Good! Not now!

The Holy King of Arendt, seated in the front, turns blue as he is rocked by the Golem carriage. Exactly on top of the Spirit, they care that it will also be the Great Spirit. I can't help it.

The Golem carriage is all the way to the king capital of Dauburn, the flaming capital of Byrne. Looking out the window, desert, desert, desert. Sand as far as I can see. I guess it's where the power of the Spirit is weak to see something dotted like an oasis.

Neither is this Golem carriage that goes there, of course, a carriage such as a wheel.

It is a so-called multi-legged Golem carriage that was ridden by Sancho, the first merchant to come to the back world and meet him. Walk firmly through the desert with many legs like Mukade.

It has something like a plate that I want to flatten on my toes, and it doesn't seem to be buried in the sand. But honestly, the shake is severe, and it's hard to ride.

Because both Dowburn and Zardonia have already gone on [fly] (although they just passed through), we could have transferred every line to the flame capital Byrne. But it was just stopped that there were so many problems doing it in my first country that I was coming from the desert on my way to the transfer.

I decided to break this off as a kind of style beauty too...... ugh. [Refresh] …….

Are you all right, Lord?

"Uh, it's okay, it's okay. Cured."

Amber, a child tiger shaken beside me, was flat. You don't get motion sickness?

"But King Brunhild. As I said the other day, my country and Dowburn...... Zardonia too, but even though we have quite a relationship, it's never a friendly country. You're not always welcome, are you?

There were two Golem carriages before us, two behind us and a total of five going through the desert like caravans. Even if the king himself goes to a country that can never be described as a friendly country. We're gonna need a lot of escorts.

I'm not only with Amber beside me, I'm also with Nicolas, the Knights Deputy Commander, and about five others. You're in the Golem carriage behind you, but you're worried you're not drunk.

"You don't have to be welcomed as long as you can meet the king over there and talk to him. After that, it depends on the other way out. I will try not to cause trouble to the Holy King."

"Well, he's the hero who defeated the Evil God. I'm not worried about that. But I really don't think the king over there is going to be okay with him. Well, even if you make a mistake, Dowburn will just perish."

Shiatsu. For once, I'm going to put up with you. Unless they do something crazy.

But once in a while, some idiot kings do the same thing, and there's nothing they can do. Like the pig king of Sandra. Hope it's not that level.

Finally, the Golem carriage reaches the flaming capital Byrne, knocking over a large gate and straight to the royal castle.

In the town stands out the king's capital of Mismid, houses made of dried bricks like Berge. But compared to Berge, I'm not lively with the people in town. He also looks tired somewhere. Is the longstanding war with our neighbours exhausting our people?

The children in the borough nod and sit in the shadow of the building. Don't feel bad about a country where the kids don't have a smile......

The royal castle of Dowburn was built among the flaming capitals in the Oasis zone, by a large spring. It is an ancient brick-built castle, without a spire, like a castle made of square blocks. There is no such thing as beauty, and there is a disappointing image of quality rigidity.

Through the castle gate, the Golem carriage proceeded to the site and stopped in front of the garden with the fountain.

Follow the Holy King down the Amber and Golem carriage. Hot Tuna! Heaven and hell compared to the cooled Golem carriage.

Not as jittery and hot as Japan, but hot stuff is hot. Use the [cooling] of water magic secretly. Ha, comfortable and comfortable.

A great man in red leather armor and an old man in a red robe greeted us when we got off the carriage.

Up to the entrance to the castle, Dowburn soldiers with spears and the red fuselage Golems line up with the Zlari to the left and right. Take a look at this. Is this a demonstration?

"Welcome to Dowburn. His Majesty the Holy King of Arendt. And... His Majesty the King of Brunhild, right?

"Yes. My name is Hope Moon Winter Night. Thank you for taking the time to stay busy today."

When I greeted the old man in the red robe who had spoken to me, he was surprised to see the general and the pompous figure in red leather armor next door.

"Anything?"

"No. King Taru said he had a much lower back... oh, no, excuse me"

"Originally, you're an adventurer. You don't have a dignified attitude. He said you could take a big look at it."

The General, who turned his eyes again, fell apart after that. Oh, that's a pretty good impression.

Is he about forty years old? Short dark hair, hazelnut "habami" colored eyes, and scratches on the jaw. It has such an atmosphere as a warrior of war. I don't suppose this man is noble. Is that a beat-up from civilians?

"Welcome to Dowburn once again. I'm Glenn, the Ten Thousand Horsemen who keep the Dowburn I Division."

"Nice to meet you, General Glenn"

I have no family name. Are you still a civilian? The old man next to General Glenn also bowed his head.

"It's Chancellor Dowburn, Rosso Poinix. I want you to know me."

The old man named Rosso nearly slipped back his round glasses. This one looks aristocratic. Is it obvious that he is the Chancellor?

This old man can't read his emotions. I don't have to laugh, I just look like I'm doing my job pale.

"Then come here. Your Majesty is waiting for you."

Prime Minister Rosso and General Glenn lead me and the Holy King, followed by Amber.

Mr. Nicolas and our knights, the holy knight of Arendt the Holy King, and the Golem knights of silver, two meters to follow, follow us from behind.

The castle was not as flashy as the exterior, but was constructed with a solid quality. It creates a boneless yet calm atmosphere. But overall I don't know...... clearly it's lame. 'I have used it while renovating it' I know exactly what it feels like. The season is in, I would say.

I was feeling thin, but this country is poor? No, just think about it and you'll see. I wish he would repeat the wars of the skirmishes all year round and say that the country is mostly desert, and he doesn't even hang out with his neighbors much.

I'm not just going to do something about this scorching temperature by ordering the Spirit of Fire no matter what the negotiations are.

Two red golems open large doors in front of the deep room. General Glenn seems to be this far, waiting outside the room.

Inside the large room was a large vertical table, decorated with silver candlesticks and flowers. On both sides of the depths are lined the side of the chair with people wearing the same red leather armor as Glenn, who waits in the hallway, and all the nobles and all the nobles. Probably the heavy towns of this country.

At the back window was one fine chair, where one man sat down.

Forty to fifty years old. He grows a krun moustache and a jawbeard and fastens on his head the kind of cloth that an Arab man would wear with a bowl-rolled ring. Is that Coofieya?

The garment wore something brilliant and sloppy, like a gown embroidered with red and gold, and the pompous and swollen stomach was wrapped with a cloth like a tummy roll. I have a golden dagger on my hip.

No doubt this man would be Jahrade Bear Dauburn, king of Dauburn.

And beside it sat a young man in similar clothes. About twenty? I still wear couffier, black eyes on my brown skin. A golden dagger similar to a king on the hips. Is it the prince of Dowburn?

"Welcome to Dowburn. Saint King Arendt, and Lord Brunhild. Nothing, but a minimum of hospitality."

King Dowburn urges us to sit down as well, sitting in a chair. I was laughing, but I knew you were looking at me like I deserved it. Don't you trust such a young man to be king? You're obviously looking at me with frigid eyes.

On the other side of the long table, His Majesty the Holiness and I sit side by side in front of King Dowburn. That's a long way...

"What is the intentional visit of the kings of the two kingdoms? So, what's the big story?

King Dowburn cut it out without a foreshadow. That sounds like a lot of talk about what the king of a distant little country came for.

Anyway, I talked about the "Shruff History" and told him about the events that caused the dispute with this country and with neighboring Zardonia.

One Kaiserbeard general slammed his fist at the table as he talked gradually made the faces of those sitting in the heavy town seat over there more and more intolerable.

"Do something stupid! Are you going to fool our country, Lord Brunhild! All that made this land a cursed land because Zardonia stupidly stole the offering he tried to give to God!

"No, that's why that's a mistake. Because the king in the first place in this country mistakenly assumed that God was looking for sacrifice..."

"How dare you insult even my lord Takazu! The royal king of a small country...! Don't think you'll make it home safe!

A Kaiserbeard general puts his hand on the curved sword of his hip. Our knights reached for their hips, including Mr. Nicolas on that sword screen.

I took control of those Nicolas with my hands and once again turned my gaze to an angry general.

I'm staring at this one, but it's also this one when I'm a dick. Sorry to hear that in a small country.

"I've said it many times. It was the king of his time who took the wrong word of the Spirit and deceived the people by impersonating their responsibility to the other country. I'm not blaming you guys for anything. Zardonia did the same thing. But I'm not saying there's any more reason for these two countries to fight than we know the truth."

"You even tell me to put my hands together with Zardonia!?

"Don't be ridiculous! Why do you need to put your hands together with those guys!

"You're telling me to forgive the land of thieves!

As the heavy towns began to yell at each other, King Dowburn slowly rose.

"Lord Brunhild King. That was quite an interesting story, but you've been in too much shape. We have such a proverb in our country." Rumor-loving recruits can't live long ". It means that the more he sniffs around a lot and extraneously sticks his neck in it, the easier it is to die. In many ways."

I know, because in Japan they say, "If it doesn't ring, you'll be shot."

"Zardonia is an enemy of uncluttered heaven. There can't be a hand in hand! It is only when our country destroys Zardonia, who stole its offering to God, that the curse placed on this land can be lifted!

"When is that? Ten years later? A hundred years later? Aren't we just going to keep skirmishing and getting tired for hundreds of years? All that lies ahead is a future in which both nations will perish."

"Let me tell you something!

Before King Dowburn, the General of Kaiserbeard comes clean, pulls out a sword, and rushes out this way.

"No! General Jahagil!

Ignoring the halt to the prince who stood up hastily, General Jahagil and the others swung their swords at us.

"Amber"

"Ideas"

When Amber, who was underfoot, returns to the figure of the Great Tiger in an instant, he growls at the general who was headed this way.

"Huh!?

With a shockwave emitted from Amber's mouth, Kaiserbeard's general blew out backwards.

Seeing Amber suddenly grown up, the heavy towns of Dowburn rise from their rattles and chairs.

Something opened the door to the loud noise and Glenn and the others, who had refrained in the hallway, jumped in.

"I'll tell you what, you're the one who pulled it out first. I'm not going to apologize."

"Didn't you fool me first!

"Father! Please don't!

Knock on the table, King Dowburn yells. What about being slaughtered? Sometimes I'm sorry if I'm so cute. The prince beside him seems to understand the situation better.

"I'm not going to fool you. Until I told the truth. Even if all the sacrifices I've told you about the past were lies, you think we've been fighting with Zardonia for a long time and there's a future in this country? What if I say this, but if Allento the Holy King cares about it, he can crush a country like this right away?

"Whoa. Don't get me involved, Lord Brunhild."

His Holiness, sitting next to him with a bitter smile, shrugs his shoulders.

It's easy for Arent to destroy Dowburn. I went to Zardonia and said, 'Let's destroy Dowburn together!' You can call it. And vice versa.

Therefore, Dowburn and Zardonia cannot keep Arendt at bay.

Yet it is slaughtered by the king, a friendly nation of its Arendt. I just think he wants to destroy himself.

"Knock..."

I'm sure you've finally noticed the magnitude of what you've done. I can see King Dowburn's complexion in a hurry.

As Mr. Silhouette from "Black Cat" told me, you don't think ahead, or you look like a short-circuited king. He said he was cursing at each other with the king of Zardonia, so I didn't think so. I wonder if that means the same thing over there.

When this happens, the next course of action becomes more or less limited. I will punish the slaughtered general and ask him to forgive me for anything in the dungeon. The pinnacle of stupidity is

"Capture these people!

King Dowburn makes the actions that come to mind clear. Is King Arendt in that 'these people', too?

"[Prison]"

"Guru!?

"Buha!?

Played by the junction magic I activated, the flying Dowburn soldiers fall on the spot.

The Saint Knights of Arendt were surprised at the translucent junction that wrapped themselves, but our knights and vice-presidents, Mr. Nicolas, had something flat. Yeah, you're scared to get used to it.

"For now, please think again about what you've said. We're going to Zardonia."

"Wait!? Are you willing to invade our country with Zardonia and Arendt?

"Do something stupid...... I'm just asking you to listen to the same story. Instead of focusing on lopsided skirmishes, you should look at the people who live in your own country."

"Grunt......! I'm young...!

With a bright red face on his face, the king of Dowburn moves his fingers twitchy as he teeth. He's clever.

I sighed as I saw it, His Majesty the Holy King or opened my mouth.

"King Dowburn. I suggest you think about it too. This proposal is in no way harmful to this country. Later they will be called the wise king or the fool king...... They think you're standing in the crossroads."

We stood up and left the room behind. [Prison] is only inhibited by hostile humans and golems. The door can pass somehow.

As he left the room, General Glenn lowered his head. There are decent people in this country. We should put an end to a useless battle.

When we got back to where the Golem carriage was parked, there was a footsteps coming from behind.

"Wait, please!

I thought I was exactly a chaser, he was a brown-skinned prince who was beside the king. Behind it is also the figure of General Glenn.

"Anything?"

"Please forgive my father's disrespect. On that, please. If you're going to Zardonia, let me accompany you too!

"Huh?"

The sudden offer made me face to face with His Majesty the Holy King, who was lying beside me. From Dowburn, Zardonia is an unbridled enemy. What am I going to do in such a place?

"Prince Akeem. We're going to talk to Zardonia the same way we talked earlier. I can also think of reacting the same way over here. So he's the prince of Dowburn, but he's coming with you?

"I know, Your Holiness. But I want to stop this fight. You have to know them well to do that. There must always be someone in Zardonia who wants to stop fighting as much as I do. I want to make a connection with him."

Yeah. That's a lot more decent than that king. Turning his gaze to Glenn behind him, he's nodding small, too. Apparently, I mean it.

"Wouldn't they take me and say Prince Kidnapping or something?

"Do you even care about it now? It would be like having just been declared war by the king of this country."

His Majesty the Holy King leaks his voice as if it were frightened. Is that true? I'm not going to go out with this country peacefully. So far. One way or another, they're selling me a fight.

"Okay, then. Can General Glenn follow me as a prince's escort, too? Well, I'll never let you do any harm."

"I'd be happy to do it myself,"

All right. Then let's transfer every Golem carriage before a weird cross spear gets in. I snapped my fingers and opened the [gate] beneath the feet of all involved.

Appearing after a light floating sensation was a snowfield as far as I could see, similar to the desert I saw a few hours ago. Bright white brilliance everywhere gives us our sight................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Activate warm magic [warming] on everyone in a hurry to get too cold.

From scorching heat to turning, to extreme cold. In the meantime, Zardonia should have been contacted a few days ago, so why don't we just hop in the Golem carriage and head straight to the Ice Capital Zard.