Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Fodoui's life was about kicking others down.

The weak are for exploitation, the strong are the beings to be driven down.

That's how I've lived.

Moneymakers who didn't get their hands on crime or wrongdoing, but legally have nothing wrong with it.

Suck the money out of the weak, and remove it from the mighty.

Then he runs to the next goldsmith.

There is no desire for gold on Fodoui himself.

It was just that birth was so, making money was his job, his life.

The way it is is is like a gear to turn the economy around.

A human named Fodoui was a device for turning gold.

Sariel was thought to be opposite such a fodooy.

Give relief to the weak and reach out to the falling former strong as well.

Fodoui, who lived an uninteresting life as a goldsmith's device every day, was interested in being the opposite of himself like that.

I wonder what kind of saintly prince the hell he is.

Fodoui had donated some of his spare money to the Saliera Society.

Successfully use the handout to meet with Sariel.

What I met there was more like a device than I was.

No emotions, just carrying out a pale given mission.

There was no such thing as the saint prince that Fodoui had imagined.

The sentiment that Fodoui had for Sariel was a machine.

A machine that does not have its own will and just moves as per a pre-populated program.

If it is to be more precise, is it a machine that is causing a bug but is working properly?

What Fodoui felt when he saw Saliel was pity.

I felt unspeakable pity for its appearance of not understanding its own philosophy of action and still fulfilling its mission in a pale way.

But that's not why you can do something.

In an attempt for Fodoui to feel pity, Saliel remains the gear of the world unchanged.

That was something that Fodoui couldn't do about himself being just one of the gears again.

Still, I want to do something about it.

That was the moment when a man, who continued to be a gear, decided for the first time to fight the world of his own free will.

From that day on, Fodoui began to follow Sariel.

Interesting and noisy, but not the man who cares about that, that extremely evil outrageous gold deceased was purified by the glory of the goddess in the public.

I served as close to Sariel as I could and tried to find out about her.

I knew her and looked for the art of letting her go.

But it's not enough.

Whatever happened in Fodoui was not enough.

Perception, emotion, knowledge, sharing, and above all, time.

To know God, there was not enough time for Fodoui, a human being.

On my own, I can't understand Sariel and let him go.

So enlightened, Fodoui plots to let someone inherit after him.

I understand God and can support him by being next to Saliel for a long time.

Someone like that.

And before Fodoui's eyes, a dragon appeared that revealed his anger.

This is the only one.

Fodoui intuited.

God that makes it easy to understand the emotion of anger.

Having emotions means having thoughts close to human beings.

Then God.

No one fits the criteria better.

And Fodoui deliberately let that dragon, Gülier, have a hard word, and tried him.

Whether he is a man enough to entrust Sariel.

An unscrupulous and extreme act of man testing God.

You can't complain if they kill you at that price.

My eyes were cloudy.

That's just it.

Yes, turn your belly.

As a result, Gülier showed more attitude walking over here than Fodoui could have imagined.

Fodoui expects.

That one day Gulier will free Saliel from the wedge of mission.

It won't be a glimmer, but over the years, I hope it slowly unleashes Sariel's heart.

Now that Sariel has done more than enough gear, that's because Fodooy thinks so.

If you string history together, you can see that Sariel-like figures are frequently hidden.

The end of the road has almost tragic consequences.

Things that I thought were good end up rolling worse.

It's like being dragged into bottomless malice.

That was what Fodoui felt as if it were a person's ugliness.

Still, Saliel says it's for a mission and continues to serve the world without stopping.

Hurt by the rundown.

Without even realizing you're hurt.

That figure, which continues to carry out its mission in a foolish way, is nothing but pity.

You should be able to rest by now.

That seems so, Fodoui has no way of stopping Sariel.

Neither words nor deeds can move Sariel's heart in Fodoui.

There wasn't enough time in Fodoui to get into Saliel's mind.

There is something in Sariel that can be faintly called a heart.

Not a complete mindless machine.

That's why I'm hurt.

That's why I can save you.

But that heart is terribly small from a human point of view.

Emotional swings are microscopic, like little.

I couldn't complain about that emotion in Fodoui.

I couldn't pull out the emotional swings that just made me renounce my mission.

So, entrust it.

Nothing. You don't have to make me abandon my mission.

I just don't want Sariel to get hurt any more.

Emotional swings are few, Sariel, but the wounds are still piling up in the long run.

Whatever it takes to heal that wound.

"Later, between younger things. Though, I'm much younger."

Fodoui sent Gürier out to Saliel.

I was in the mood for marriage counseling.

I prayed to God that I didn't even believe in the future of the two of them.

The wish is trampled upon by a man's malice.

By bottomless malice everywhere.