Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

"Start searching again sequentially from Route 1. We currently have a complete blockade of 5% of all routes. They come and go with a 2% damage rate line to the world over there, but they recognize it as acceptable. Summoning rate is still rising beyond 41%. It's hard that the intercept's success rate is cutting 40%. They take the lead over there for a minute when the distance is really close...... Summoning Path Discovery, intercept this.... Oh no, I was unplugged on another route. Erosion rate will increase again."

"Start psychosuppression of the summoner's operator...... I can't do this one either, because of the powerful jamming of the people's administrators, which sweetens the narrowing of the subject. Confirm the deactivation of 98% of the viruses released. 2% are on hold or on standby, but with no possibility of restarting. The protective wall is too thick...... release again?

"Approve. Say, or do it continuously until that one turns up the sound. It could get in the way of some other processing."

"Roger. Mix the modified subspecies and release them again."

"Uh... Lord?

Guessing the atmosphere, which was in some strange way uplifting, Gilliel reluctantly called out.

Now she's in a huge room with some kind of machine embedded all over the wall that I'm not sure about.

In the center of it, a young girl is Jen-royal, and numerous terminals are arranged to surround it, and in front of the terminals, angels equipped with translucent visors that hide their eyes, for some reason throw up meaningless dialogues while tapping on input terminals like keyboards.

"I'm sorry to take you in, but what the hell is all this fuss about?

"Work content? Coordinate the room? Which one do you want to hear?

"I'd like to hear both..."

"If it's about the room, I changed my mind and tried to look like a cyberpunk. Isn't that cool?"

Gilliel looks around when she is told.

The ceiling of the room was high, the walls were large, but machines with no application were tightly fitted to fill that wall, and the meter, which does not know what it indicates, spits out a value that I still don't know when I look at it.

If anyone likes to talk about that hand, it might have been cool in a dim room, but Gilliel doesn't have that hobby.

"Does that make sense, that?

"It doesn't make sense!

Quite outrageous, Gilliel.

Still, I'll try to regain my mind and bump another question.

"So, what's the work?

"This way..."

The young girl, who looked around at the working angels while making a gripping sound, abandoned them in an abominable manner while stiffening them, such as a grip.

"Where I stand in the way of the ritual of summoning brave men."

"Am I interrupting..."

"Yes, this is what it looks like, but what I'm actually doing is the task of searching the path of the world from the world of the summoner to the summoner one by one and crushing this once I find the magic of the summons. The magic used in the summoning ceremony is enormous, and the surgeon cannot do it alone, so the magic is divided into several paths and sent to the world of the summoner. The fat path that can send a lot of magic at once is closed from the start. But the number of paths is innumerable, and I don't know when or which route will be used, so I'm almost halfway through the ritual."

"Even the Lord?"

To Gilliel, who said a little surprised, the face the toddler pointed at was not a very toddler's floating grin, but a very tired old man's grin.

"If I were almighty, I wouldn't be struggling like this."

"Really...? You can't stop the summons itself."

"You can't. I really get this one going around the back. Even if we can delay it, we can't stop it."

To a young girl who looks rather remorseful, Gilliel hits the question she thought she would.

"Nevertheless, how could you try to stop the summons? Aren't we going to tell you that there are no more brave men in the people than there were demon kings appearing in the devil tribe?

"It's because I'm not gonna talk to you."

Without knowing what it means, against Gilliel, who frowns, the toddler sees Gilliel in the eyes of a teacher who sees students as if they are badly made.

"Gilliel, do you know what chess is?

"Uh, yeah. That's one of the games in the world that Lianya was in."

"Yes, yes. That's a game where we try to take each other's kings eventually, but we change the number of pawns depending on the difference in strength. But there are pawns that never go down."

"It's... a king or a ball, isn't it?

"Yeah, that. Without it, it won't be a game. It's the same thing with this formation game."

As I speak, my toddler's eyes bring a dangerous light to see if my anger towards those world administrators has crept up.

Gilliel thought she wouldn't leave it to anger to wield her powers without thinking, because she had stopped it just once before, but still angry, this young girl was a very scary presence, even from Gilliel.

"There's a demon king, there's a brave man. This is the first time we have all the pawns to talk about a game or something. If one of them is missing, that won't tell the story."

"I mean, as long as the Lord is in the way of the summons of the brave here, it won't start formation in that world," he said?

"That sort of thing. If I could, I would have totally stopped you, but I still couldn't."

"Is that it? Speaking of which, is it going to be just a game of people and demons this time?

Ignoring the grieving toddler completely, Gilliel speaks of the question that came to her mind.

In ancient times and now, in that world, for some reason, it was only the people who summoned the brave men from different worlds, and the record of other races saying that they had performed the ceremony of summoning the brave men was not known to Gilliel.

"That's not true. Just say that only people try to call the brave from different worlds, and the other races elect the brave from among themselves"

"In doing so, other races have already elected brave men?

"No, you haven't."

The young woman answered with a groan of her head.

"Brave men appear in other races because the human brave summons is the setting that triggers them. That's why if we crush this ritual of summons, no matter how much demons want to play, the game won't start."

"Really... but you failed to stop it"

"You... don't be upset"

Gilliel, stunned by a young girl, turns to the day after tomorrow in haste.

As a matter of fact, the way my boss, the young girl, fails without strength, was Gilliel, who feels a little better after watching, but I honestly answered that, and I didn't know what kind of eyes I would see.

Moreover, Gilliel desperately distracts herself from her gaze because she feels like she's about to be enlightened about the area even if she just meets her eyes.

"Well, fine. It wouldn't have been difficult to stop them altogether if we hadn't thought about the subpoena and its impact on the subpoena. It's very easy. We just have to seal off all the connected paths."

"May I ask why you didn't do it?

"Easy. Both worlds will probably be doomed"

A young girl points to a monitor that one of the angels was peering into.

There were countless numbers lined up there, fluctuating momentarily and their numerical values, some of which remained zero in red letters, with no variation.

The meter attached next to that monitor revolved around a number that said 0.02, going up or down.

"I'm going to say that this is the monitoring of the route…"

"Huh."

"The path where this red zero is blocked. As it stands, we tried to completely seal off 5% of the entire known route. The result is that there's a natural mutation starting to occur on Lianya's side of the world. Maybe we should lift the blockade already because we can't keep doing this for a long time. We can't stop the subpoena if we keep blocking it."

"That's right. If it's going to bother you, we should just unseal it."

"... you're in a light mood."

I said it out loud, Gilliel.

Toddler girl who feels terribly dissatisfied with that.

I suspect this guy was a toddler girl who didn't understand half his story, but this was simply a difference in reaction that the difference in standing position was making.

"Well, it's not within my scope of work. There's no way that I can do anything about it to my lord if he tells me to do something about it.

"Truth be told... don't be kind of frustrated..."

"That's eight wins, Lord. So, this big jamming job is going to be stopped?

"Right. Even if you keep going, you can't just buy time and be fruitless. It's only costly to keep it here."

If you decide that, you're quick to move on to action.

Toddler girl retreat! in a word. Until then, the angels, who had done the keyboard in front of the monitor with a chatter, had no idea what the principle was because of the handiness that also seemed to be some kind of joke, but they disassemble the room they were in and remove it somewhere.

The dim computational room, which is likely to be a near-future cyberpunk stage, quickly disappears and transforms into a whiteless, usual space as far as we can see.

The angels who were carrying out the removal work were at the same time tired when they confirmed that they had nothing more to clean up, and when they bowed their heads, they flew away without knowing.

I'm sure he went back to his other job, Gilliel thinks.

This dimension should have been more irregular for them.

"I stopped buying time, so I guess the brave will be summoned soon."

With the angels flying away dropped off, the toddler growls.

"Well, starting with the selection of the person to be summoned, from the request for an explanation of the status quo and crossing of boundaries by the administrator of the human race, the person understands it... because there is a flow of dictates to attach a brave mastery or choose a gift, even if the ritual itself succeeds, I think there will be some time for the brave to descend"

"You have a lot of troublesome procedures. Why don't you just stick with the skills and gifts you already need and send them?"

To Gilliel, who wondered what was taking such an inefficient way, the toddler looked at Gilliel and said to her in the manner in which she was going further up.

"You. For the Administrator of the world, O brave man before the summoned... it's one of those wonderful events anyone dreams of once if he's the Administrator?

"Are you serious? How poisoned is your brain?

"I don't know, but it's true, so you can't help it."

"Could the Lord have actually wanted to go ahead and talk like that!?

"Don't be with me!

With a gruesome face, the toddler screamed back at Gilliel, who was stuffed.

Somewhere not here.

Not now. Someday.

A space where neither time nor place exists.

In that place, which can only be described as so, he woke up.

Peeping into her immobile body is one woman who naturally flushes her long green hair and wears a pure white piercing coat.

"What about you...? What the hell is this place...?

The green-haired woman blocked the voice to be questioned and blocked his eyelid with her tender white hands.

The warmth and fragrance, felt from the palm of his hand, placed on his lid, calms his feelings.

"Ooh... brave man. Thank you for having responded to the call of the weak."

A green-haired woman who strictly tells.

By blocking his lid, he could not see from him what a woman looked like and said the word, but he wondered if she must have a tender face to that voice full of charity.

And she just hoisted the edge of her mouth slightly, wondering if he must think so.