Shortly after the evil gods reincarnated Hart...
"I've used quite a bit of my strength... to rest for a while. I asked for the rest."
"Yes."
The Evil God left the latter to the ceremonial God, who was about to fall asleep while sitting in a chair.
"Ah! Evil God!
"What? It's the limit. Let me sleep."
"I didn't decide where to reincarnate that one!
"... what?
"As it is, the soul of that otherworldly man drifts into this divine realm. Then the Creator will find out that he reincarnated another world on his own."
"Then let the slaves in the area reincarnate you."
"I can't be the ceremonial god. God, the Evil God, needs to decide where to reincarnate!
"Damn...... ok. Then bring me a candidate."
"Yes!"
So the ceremonial god brought a circular board and a hand-throwed arrow.
"Hey, what's this?
"It's a different world of play called Darts. Throw this dart towards what I have."
Ceremony God hands the hand-throwed arrow to the evil god. He then walked away from the evil god for a little while, overhead targeting.
"Okay, go ahead! Don't hit me, please!
The Evil God, who invested considerable power in the reincarnation and curse of the distant man, wanted to fall asleep even now.
For this reason, he threw a dart with little reading of the characters that ceremonial God possessed.
God is basically omnipotent.
The act of throwing an arrow towards a target always goes where it was aimed, even if it was done properly.
Without thinking, the Evil God aimed at the center of the target.
The dart thrown by the evil god, God, as he naturally aimed, pierced the middle of the target.
"Oh! Congratulations, Evil God! It was decided in one shot..."
Immediately after throwing the dart, the Evil God lost consciousness.
I fell asleep.
That's good.
Even if left alone, the Evil God will wake up in time.
The problem was the reincarnation destination of the distant.
The majority of what ceremonial gods possessed - roughly 90% of them were 'slaves'.
Less than 10% of them were 'civilians', and this was only slightly distributed near the center of the target.
And in the center of the target - a realm as small as rice grains - there was a candidate for reincarnation called 'nobility'.
The dart thrown by the evil god was stunningly pierced into the realm of rice grains.
Incidentally, both the target and the dart were created by the formula God with some of the power of the evil god, and at the time the dart was targeted, the reincarnation destination of the distant man was deciding.
I just re-stabbed it and it doesn't make sense.
"Yaba..."
Cold sweat seeps into the face of ceremonial God.
I saw a fearful evil god.
The Evil God was asleep, staying in a posture where he had finished throwing the dart.
"Ki, it's the Evil God who made the decision, isn't it?!? And he's got his status fixed, so there's no way he's going to be active. Yeah, yeah, absolutely fine!
As justified himself, the ceremonial God, who spoke so to the sleeping evil god, hastily disposed of the target and dart.
Thus it was decided that the remote would be reincarnated as the third son of the Count Silveray family, a leading nobleman of the Kingdom of Glendale.