Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

The night sky is red and the light of the rotating light is illuminating.

The siren sounds heard overlapping multiple times rang so loud from speakers installed in white and black two-tone colored cars that they were still indicating to the perimeter that something was happening that should not be donating ordinary people there right now.

A man and a woman dressed in a blue uniform expand as they try to hide themselves in the shadow of that two-tone coloured car, which has a small pistol clenched in its hand.

In it, a woman with black hair tucked into a twin tail pulled the microphone connected to the cord out of the car and approached her mouth, pushing the microphone switch to open her mouth.

At a volume that overwhelms the sound of a siren around him as soon as possible, he sounds tall with a hearing impairment.

Unexpectedly removing the microphone from its sound, which offends all those who listen, the twin-tailed woman, holding her ears, slapped flat on the back of the head of a subordinate-like man who was right around the corner.

They beat him with considerable power, and the man who was beaten becomes a feather who gives a strong and enthusiastic mouthfeel to the sides of the body of the car.

"Something's wrong with the setup! You're howdy! Start Over!"

"I wish you could do it yourself."

The yelled man begins to adjust the equipment in the car as he is told, even as he points his resentful gaze at a twin-tailed woman.

During that task, the twin-tailed women see the buildings they surround with two-tone cars.

Its five-story concrete was swept out of its surroundings with dozens of searchlights, illuminated white in the shade of the night.

It is not only to inform the surroundings that the target building is it, but also to discourage the act of saying that something escapes from the building in the shade of night.

"Configuration finished"

When she heard the man's voice if she was unhappy, the twin-tailed woman squeezed the microphone again and held her mouth, breathing in slightly before raising her voice for the building illuminated by the search lights.

"Tell the killer! Stop the futile resistance and surrender to adulthood!

If this was the scene where we were hunting down and calling for surrender the culprit who committed some crime, it wouldn't have been stranger if there was more tension on the scene.

However, the atmosphere now drifting on the spot is full of tiredness and repellence, and there are no tension or other shards.

The only thing that looks like the face of the men and women in the uniform participating in the siege is just the emotion of saying it won't end soon, or the emotion of saying they hate being made to participate, the condition that only a twin-tailed woman holding a microphone is straining herself.

Don't you notice that, the twin-tailed woman raises her voice even more toward the microphone.

"Don't surrender before you sin any more!

There is no response to the raised voice.

The twin-tailed woman stared at the building for a while, but when she basically stuck her torso in the car and fished inside, she took out a barrel of elongated metal just to welcome.

A rhomboid warhead on the tip, lightly shouldered, aiming one eye and pulling the trigger with an unmotivated hanging voice.

"Huh."

Leaving a slight recoil on a woman's shoulder, is the warhead that flies away with white smoke as it is aimed or appropriate, and piercing the middle belly of a concrete building raises the blast and flames to scatter concrete fragments?

The men and women of the uniform who were surrounded by the stiff shards pouring from overhead tried to hide in the shadow of the car and do it, but only the twin-tailed woman threw the cylinder around her shoulder, while remaining Jen-royal.

"Uh, I'll tell the killer again! React to something! You sound like an idiot to me!

"It's not like that! You're an idiot. I'm sorry!

To the twin-tailed woman's shout, it was the man with his face out of a hole pocketed around the third floor of the building who returned the shout.

He has red blush hair and is a wild looking man but for some reason his body is built up is a horizontal striped, long-sleeved prisoner garment that was worn as a prisoner a long time ago in jailbreak contests and such.

Carefully, both wrists are fitted with shackles, and the feet are covered with iron balls.

"What are you thinking! What the fuck is this setup?!? This would be my realm!? How did this happen!?

"Ha ha. We already have control of the realm."

The administrator of the Beast Nation, a red-haired man, bites his teeth at the giggling twin-tailed woman Gilliel.

If we just roll back a little, Gilliel, who followed the people to the Dragon Administrator's authority, now made an intrusion into the realm where the management of the realm is slightly sweeter than other administrators, the Beast Administrator has.

For Gilliel, who opened up two realms and was also more susceptible to support from the Toddler Goddess, it was no longer such a difficult task to enter there after having identified and encircled the realm of the administrator of the beastly tribe where the use of power was so cluttered and somewhat appropriate.

It was even easier to take control of the realm once the path had been secured to break in, and Gilliel, who had taken the roots of it, proceeded to pawn the herself into captivity of the Beast clan administrator in full.

"That's why you don't have this!?

"Sometimes you have to be playful, so you're completely besieged! Come out with me."

"Who's leaving adultery!

The spare grin does not disappear from Gilliel's face, who is the administrator of the shivering Beastman clan, but understands that he has an almost unmasked advantage.

"You're not really such a vicious guy, either, are you? He used to be a more decent guy."

"I don't know if you told me!

"My mother in my hometown is crying too -!

"Hometown? Mother......?

administrator of the Beastman tribe who inquired in surprise.

Gilliel grinned and looked back and took the confirmation once, then raised her voice to Mike again.

"To persuade you, I'm calling my mother back home here!

"Hey, who did you call, who?

At least as far as the administrators of the Beastman tribe know, there is no substitute in that body that can be called home, and there is no such thing as a mother, although it is a natural story.

What the hell is Gilliel talking about, before the gaze of the beast tribe administrator wandering outside from the destroyed hole, the person Gilliel summoned appears.

That was a very small person, presumably a woman.

The hair is gray with gray hair, and the face is deeply engraved with wrinkles.

The back is bent and the outfit is any combination of a jacket and a mumpet, but the sight of the beast tribe's administrator quickly discerns that the person is not what he sees.

On a good note, gray hair with gray hair is a rash no matter what, and creases engraved in the face are fakes carefully decorated with cosmetics or something.

In the first place, the neck muscles, hands, etc. have matte skin, so you can quickly tell that the bent back is also deliberate.

The little man sucked his breath once as he walked down to the side of the car to allow Gilliel to hold the microphone he had handed to him with both hands.

"YoshioOOOOOOOO!!

Everyone on the spot was cocked by a screaming voice.

That doesn't matter anymore about the siege or anything, it even involved Gilliel and everyone flipped over.

Originally, even the administrator of the Beast clan, who can poke the gap and escape, rushed to cling to the wall where he fell from his knee and nearly rolled out of the hole at risk.

I didn't have the strength to stand up, and everyone thought at about the same time.

Who's Josio?

Not everyone's doubts, etc., can tell, and the little person who squeezed the microphone keeps screaming even more.

"It's me. Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! YoshioOOOO! Will you stop being such a horrible thing and atone for your sins? Ahhhhhhhhh!

"This destructive power is a little unexpected, isn't it? I didn't expect you to get cocky together to your side..."

Gilliel, who managed to avoid just clinging to the door of a two-tone coloured car and kneeling on the ground somehow, whines in cold sweat, but doesn't stop screaming at the little guy.

"Kaa-chan, I don't remember raising you like that. Whoa, whoa!

"I don't even remember being raised..."

The administrator of the Beastman tribe, who has sat down, squeals powerlessly, but the voice never reaches.

The uniform group that was in the siege also took off the pistol that it had in its hand, leaning down and shaking its shoulders, but whatever it may be, it looks desperate to laugh.

"Come out, please. Yeah, yeah! YoshioOOOOOOOO!"

"Uh... I feel a little overacted. I knew it beforehand. Even I was standing."

"If I don't do this with momentum, if I wonder what I'm doing, I'll be embarrassed and unable to do it... I'm no longer conscious..."

Remove the microphone, remove the rash and the saggy blonde hair will fade away from the bottom of it.

If you remove makeup by wiping your face messy and unmade with the hand plush gently offered by Gilliel, all that showed up was a toddler girl's face so neat that it seemed like a joke.

Dyed bright red with shame on its face, she abusively threw off her jacket and mompe, and when the young girl in underwear waved her hand, the figure instantly turned into a pure white gothic dress.

She stretched her spine softly, her face dyed red and with her arms wrapped in pure white gloves. She pointed and shouted at the administrator of the Beast Clan, who was looking at herself flashly.

"Kaa-chan, pity and tears!

"You're still going on!?

Administrator of the Beastman tribe who penetrated with momentum.

With both knees on the concrete floor as the uniform group that was trying to get up fell bulky like it had been stabbed to a stop, the Beast clan administrator groans.

"Lord......"

It was that toddler who turned her breasts with majesty, even though she had a young appearance, that was the toddler goddess whose head they should drool with the Lord.

Can't you believe he's on the spot right now? The beast tribe administrator lays his hands on the floor disappointed.

"Lord... why are you imitating that..."

"Oh, that? I'm going in, right there?

"Are you an idiot... you'll ruin everything by wearing a dress now and shaking it with majesty"

The uniform group is nodding at the words of the administrator of the Beastman clan, who proclaims with a trembling voice.

To the unexpected ambient reaction, the toddler goddess answered with excuses while rubbing her toes, fingers, etc.

"No, 'cause Gilliel really wants to do it in this setting. Sometimes I wonder if I need to play with this?

"I was wondering if it would be interesting and I suggested, shall I limit this to this one? A little mental damage was way above my expectations. If you're bad, if you're a junior angel, you could be doomed by the current exchange."

A toddler goddess who looks at Gilliel with a blameworthy eye for feeling like she has failed.

"Was it already possible for the Lord to intervene"

He is the administrator of the Beastman clan who seems to have finally been able to afford surprise you, but the Toddler Goddess shakes her neck left and right to deny it.

"I can't do the main body. Because this is a split body, and it feels like a hundred million parts of the body."

"Still..."

"Yes, still."

The toddler goddess nods with a thin blade grin on her lips.

"I have enough power to destroy you."

The killing spirit that put him on his voice was never like predicting from the information he could get from his appearance.

"Knock..."

"But when I try to wield that power, I get played from the world lightly,"

"As much as I opened up two realms, I knew it was a little impossible"

To the young lady god shrugging her shoulders, I'm sorry to hear that, Gilliel.

The administrator of the Beast tribe, who was looking at those two, leaps from where he was hiding himself and descends to the ground, kneeling and drooling his head in front of the toddler goddess.

"I surrender, my lord... and I will bring you to justice."

The toddler goddess laughs with her nose, looking down at the administrator of the beastly tribe that has become a strange tone.

"Simple, therefore, do you know what to expect? Well, let's think about punishment later."

"The killer's name is Josio. Arrested now at 23: 45. I'll take you to the precinct. Bring the wappa!

"What, that setting still goes on...?

I accidentally left my toddler goddess behind and Gilliel is taking the radio out of the car and contacting me somewhere.

The administrator of the Beast Clan, who remained on his knees, raised his voice to be heard somewhere pitiful as the uniform group that was calling around him brought out the handcuffs or a towel to hide them.

"Um, Josio..."

"Yeah, well, give it up. That's part of the punishment."

Perhaps even if I correct myself, this administrator will continue to be called Josio by Gilliels, etc., while the toddler goddess made a hard and cold noise on the wrists of both the administrators of the angry Beast tribe and watched the handcuffs be filled.