The heart of the war between the great Arborest and the small country Gungel.
On a plain near the border between the two, there was a demon god watching the collision between the armies that was just happening.
"Oh, I'm doing it. There are quite a few soldiers in this world."
She looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with black hair compared to the demonic gods of this world created by Kenji Saito.
Such a witch goddess seems to enjoy human bumping into each other with her hands slapped while hiding from the sky while still touring the battle between the two.
"If things are going so well, it's only a matter of time before the Creator God of this world comes out ~. They're usually very dear, but as soon as the world messes up, it's broken ~ or something like that starts to move ~. I know.... Ah, it's time to settle"
Yeah, even while we snorted, I would wave my hands off to Hilarious to see if the soldiers had settled for each other, or if they were going to say hello to Arballest, who is once again losing and retreating to the small country Gungel.
And this time (...), the witch exercised her magic in order to heal each other's soldiers who were hurt by the battle with her own strength.
"Yes, come on up. But if you make it too flashy, it's coming from the front - no winning against the Creator, no? Because I'm sorry we killed each other from the front. I need to take care of the aftermath so that it doesn't matter too much ~. If I do this, I'll be pissed off by Dragon God and Destroyer Tan, but well, I have to find out."
What the hell is the purpose, she just spins around, and doesn't fail to take into account this world's Creating God while it's called aftercare.
Apparently, unlike dragon gods and destroyers who have come to invade from other worlds, they have more personal purpose than the depletion issue of mana.
And when she saw it all, she went to a lair in this world, more importantly a residence with temporal spatial boundaries, built only to deceive the eyes from the sub-gods of this world.
At this time, it is the spatial juncture that the brave men of our world left behind, and we can call it our last brother-in-law against ourselves.
"Well, for today's work ~! Dragon God, it seems that this one is still at work ~ but I am a regular rising doctrine ~. My creative God also said, 'Competent employees can't work overtime! Kiri!' He said, 'No?...... pu"
A witch who reproduces finely until the last 'Kiri' and determines the Doya face.
And what was fun, I laughed down with thin tears as if immersed in glorious memories.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, I almost got hungry when I remembered. Damn it, God of Creation (Harold) is killing me just because he exists... I just want that big face to be the only joke."
Even as he vomited so evil, his expression was somehow colored by feelings of love and mercy.
And when the witch takes things like photo notebooks out of different spaces out of nowhere, she narrows her eyes and squeals...
"Speaking of which, his kid is called Harry... My kid is a genius - and you were making a scene like every day... You promised you'd let me see you one day when you grew up too... You're a real liar. You're such a big liar that you can't compare to me."
And on the back of that notebook, there was this name.
"First Class Exorcist, Harold Taylor" and….
Then for a few hours, the witch, who had never tired of looking at the pages of the notebook one by one, closed her eyes when she reached the last page.
And leaked a small soliloquy.
"I know. You didn't abandon our world. [M] Yeah, I know.... There's really a reason you can't come this way, right? I know. But... it's time for our world to be the limit. So..."
- So eat up this world, but I'll get you there.
─ ─ ─ Gather your mana, cross the walls of the world, and I'm coming to see you, Harold.
- Come on, wait till I get there.
─ ─ ─ My dear God of Creation.
The witch, who said so, opened her eyes again and laughed.
"Well, it's over to immerse yourself in sentiment! It was" Early morning for employees who can work "right?!