Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

"Let's talk... That's right, I'm going to..."

For some reason, with the rain umbrella as a cane, Gilliel watches as the toddler repeatedly grips and unscratches her fist as she turns in the direction of the day after tomorrow and tells her something in a bumpy and narrative tone.

Already her specialty, the bamboo made armor is filled in her hands, and whenever her fingers move, she hears a low, squeaky sound around her, but the toddler doesn't seem to have noticed the sound as if she was immersed in something.

"No, 10,000...... how many? Well, for me, it happened yesterday, but for you I'm sure..."

"Yes, that's it."

A shaken fist punches through the toddler's head.

The figure of the toddler disappeared from the spot without even leaving a striking sound, whether it was from a difference in mass, or some kind of feeling in Gilliel's fist.

A blow exerted 100% of the physical ability given as an angel, almost without any extra, is even difficult to imagine in the presence of fate, a good attack, even in the time that Gilliel has spent, precisely a blow to the synagogue, and Gilliel, who unleashed his fist, remains solidified in that fist unleashed posture for some time as if immersed in its aftertaste.

Eventually, when Gilliel, who returned his posture to nature, slapped one pound on his hand, the boneless armor that had covered both his arms would shine, becoming a grain of tiny innumerable light that melted into the air and disappeared.

Gilliel, who dropped off that light, looked up to heaven for some more time, but eventually said in a flat voice that made him feel no emotion when he returned his gaze to the height of his own eyes.

"Lord, where are you going to sell your fight, you"

"...... Gillielluuuuuu!!

From Gilliel, who stood up, a young girl who did not even pickle while falling like a stick at quite a distance, uttered a low voice that echoed from the bottom of hell as she remained in that posture.

Gilliel's expression doesn't move to a voice full of pregnant anger that would fade in fear if the other angels heard it.

However, if I punched an attack of all that power with that mass into the defenseless head of a toddler girl, not assuming that she would be attacked at all, I tongued it small, really small, seeing that it was something that seemed desperate in the toddler girl's splatter state while sprinkling pink and reddish mucus if normal.

"Down on top? You want to go down!? If you want my status so badly, I'll take your place right away, so tell me, Gilliel!

"A lame idea for the Lord to take his place, etc. I've never thought about this Gilliel, and I don't even have a single piece with me."

With an attitude and voice that took the form of disrespect, if Gilliel were only to be respectful on the surface, the toddler goddess woke up looking like a hundred million bucks with tears on the edge of his eyes, rubbing his punched back head in where he had been overthrown.

The face should have slid quite a distance in the face since it was overthrown, but without a scratch, Gilliel sees it after she wakes up and leaks her tongue again small.

"Just because you've got a little bit of strength... sounds like you're feeling good, Gilliel"

"No way. I intend to offer this Gilliel the greatest respect I can have to the Lord."

"Heh, the biggest I can hold...... by the way, how long do you have it?

"Is it about a teaspoon?

One blue muscle floats on the forehead of the toddler goddess in Gilliel's attitude, which he answered flatly without precipitation.

The look is smiling, but the eyes shimmer, and the black flame rises so disastrous that it can only be seen that it will invade everything that touches from the sloppy, dripping arms.

Seeing it, Gilliel began his left-right weaving slowly and stepwise as he tightened his sides and pulled the fists of his gripped hands toward his mouth, now without wrapping his hand around his fist.

"Lord, are you not going to reconsider? I'm sure we have a sad ending ahead of us."

"Don't look at me in the same line as the administrator of that world, Gilliel...... don't worry, once you've split up to the smallest unit of the element, I'll rebuild your respect for me with a firm engraving"

"My Lord... hatred does not create anything"

"You remember being hated!?

While I lay my eyes down sadly, Weaving gave Gilliel an unstoppable momentum, a black flame that stood up when the toddler goddess thrust her fist all the way through.

Gilliel, who sees it, kicks suddenly on the ground and stuffs the time with a dash.

"Stupid, Gilliel! The technique has already been proven that regular pendulum movements make it easier for the opponent to be timed because of their correctness!

I deal with a talking toddler goddess, and Gilliel's movements don't stop.

Without distorting his expression, the young goddess shook at the fist that Gilliel suddenly unleashed.

In a precise and unparalleled orbit and timing, named after God, the Toddler God is convinced of his victory as soon as he releases a counter against Gilliel's blow.

And to quotes that were struck out unilaterally by Gilliel's fist and flew a longer distance than the beginning, he was still the feather of showing off the sight of God alone that he would slip a longer distance than the beginning on the ground in his face.

"What the fuck?!?

Gilliel said in a frightened tone to the toddler goddess, who had returned in an hour earlier than the first blow.

"Lord. No matter how much the Lord decides on the perfect counter, there is too much difference between the Lord and me today for the reach in the first place"

……

The said toddler goddess looked at her arms, then at Gilliel, and finally saw herself, and there she nodded one as she finally understood things, before falling flat on the spot and stopping moving.

"So, Lord, what the hell do you want?

Gilliel asks the toddler goddess who is falling off the spot without approaching the fallen toddler goddess, who will not be able to continue the conversation as it is.

What keeps us away is, of course, the fear of reprisals, and we have not forgotten that we will always be prepared to escape into that realm of world control.

"I think I'll sort things out."

"So is that the beginning of it..."

I would have liked to have had as many other choices, Gilliel, but I also understood that the kindergarten goddess tends to tell stories to the unfortunate and to the unfortunate.

"Even when they say organize, while the resources in that world continue to dwindle, they bracket resources in people's souls and ask them to fly to that world for diffusion, and so while they're somehow buying time this way, they cling to the administrator's poka and other mistakes, currently capturing two people, the people administrator and the beast people administrator. The dragon and elf administrators were destroyed by the hands of the demon administrators, and the demon administrators are currently missing."

"The Administrator Realm has seized control of the entire territory. And yet I can't grasp the whereabouts of the Demon Administrator."

Yikes, the young lady goddess thinks as she rises up, with an old hanging voice.

As a matter of fact, at this point in time, considering only the case of resource diffusion, I'm glad to say that the role of Lianya sent by that world is almost over.

I already know all the areas of management, so if Gilliel, who is later in a proxy state, makes me accept the support of the Toddler Goddess, there will be a filling of resources to the world and the problem will be solved.

Then if you're asked why you don't move that to execution right away, that's still a big presence of demonic administrators who don't know where they're going.

The Presbyterian goddess thought it dangerous to pour into that world resources of sufficient quality and quantity to sustain the world, in the present situation where he did not know where or what kind of trap he was setting.

The magnitude of the benefits that resources give to the various beings was obvious to those around Lianya in that world, but the same can happen to angels and world administrators.

Besides, for now, even resources that are only as much tears as Lianya would otherwise need to bring in continue to give a variety of favors.

If only that were enough to maintain and revive the doomed world.

And if it is used for unintentional purposes for any reason.

Something that has benefited me will no doubt become beyond the control of the angels already, and the young lady goddess thinks that if I use my powers to do something like that, the world will break down lightly.

That's why I had to think carefully.

"I will continue to do my utmost to search for the Demon Administrator... but it is impossible and difficult to navigate the area that was originally managed by the Five Pillars by letting them manage it in two pillars"

The truth was that the situation was such that it was too productive, such as the word difficult to navigate.

Half-living corpse administrators and veterinary administrators continue the additional task of pursuing the whereabouts of demonic administrators who have probably fled to the lower realm, beside doing 2.5 times the traditional amount of work of keeping the world alive, without ever knowing that it will be over.

This was the common view of the two administrators that it would still have been better to have been destroyed after a thorough anti-war, but now the reality is that it is not even in a permissible state anymore.

"You switched to direct support, didn't you? Where's your tail?

"That one feels like something... I'm not hammered by the feeling of being missed, but it still seems like you'll pretend you don't know until you say something from here"

Looking at Gilliel's face with a bitter smile on her cheek, I guess it's something to be classified as irrelevant to that person's tribe, and the toddler goddess blurred.

If you're going to give an extreme example, he has nothing to care about, as much as he doesn't care about the whole thing, as long as it doesn't even harm himself and around him.

He fought the demons in his succession, saved the elves, made the brave men of the people deceased, fought through the war, and gathered all the brave men of the four races.

You may wonder if those actions are the kind of heroes or something that exists only in the story if the stranger hears them, but in fact, there is not a single act that has been done with a large number of layers, such as simply hating that some harm is done in your body, an element that you have no choice but to eliminate because it is in the way of what you want to do, or because you find yourself in a situation where you cannot pretend to see and not see.

"I mean... very hard to read"

What triggers and what action.

Very hard to read when it comes to that man tribe, which again strays the toddler goddess.

If he was a man of that world, there was still a beating of his hand, but he is not a man of that world, that is, he does not belong to something called that flow of the world.

Placing it in the original world is already a dead person, which means you may have said that you are out of luck from both worlds, and this one is also a person out of the stream.

For this reason, neither world can be predicted.

I am reminded that I am not omnipotent to make, but the young goddess thinks silently without saying all those crying words.

Let it be done, or hit some kind of hand.

"If you poke a snake, it's still better. Doesn't that make you want to make a name for yourself?

Look at the thought face of the toddler goddess, and softly Gilliel mouths something like advice.

That, too, was certainly a convincing statement.

Even though the returns are uncertain, there is no doubt only that the risks are significant.

As a bet, it's a bad bet for too many minutes.

I don't know that. I'm not even a toddler goddess, but if that's why you decided it was necessary, then there's nothing like reluctance to take bets on the risk exterior.

"It's a place of thought."

"If only we could find the Demon Administrator, we'd solve it all in one piece."

From the looks of it, she was Gilliel, who would use the two former administrators without mercy, but she also had the awareness that she was making it impossible.

And so we know that we can't overlap any more impossibilities.

"Speaking of Demon Administrators, I have a few questions, though, don't I?

"What is it, Lord"

"After all."

The Toddler Goddess cut her words there once, and even went on with a face that seemed really strange.

"What seemed like a formation game they were playing in that world... what kind of game was it?

"Yes?"

It was Gilliel who thought it was more of a question now, but he immediately tilted his neck knowing the meaning of the question.

If you ask me, although I had received reports that they were playing the formation game, then I have no information whatsoever on what rules were actually based and under what victory conditions what defeat conditions were set.

"I'm sorry to keep you busy, but can you check with those two? That's crazy, isn't it? You're supposed to be playing games all the time, but how can one force be neatly aligned in five on one continent? Normally it's not something that biases you a little bit more somewhere or some of your forces try to destroy you?

"If you say so..."

Gilliel, who shrugged like she didn't even think about it, immediately disappeared from the spot once she lowered her head to the Toddler Goddess to get confirmation from the two of them who were immediately being chased around by a busy eye in that realm of the world.

The toddler goddess, who took the form of one left behind, groans in a pompous manner in that space where no one is anymore.

"The hell... what were those kids going to be doing over there?

Naturally, there was nothing to return the answer to that question, and the inquiry merely disappeared releasing into a space of nothing.