The God has moved to another world.

With Alliance headquarters, Einfarble also had many different VIPs to visit.

As a result, there are also a number of hotels where such dignitaries can stay.

Strict security ensured security, making it an ideal base for operatives like Pryan Blue.

Prices are considerably higher, but besides safety, you don't have to worry about eavesdropping by guilds, etc., which is a huge advantage.

The only safe place in Einfarble, where the Alliance is heavily monitored and safe houses and secret hubs of activity are difficult to create.

Around the neighborhood where the hotel's management mother is an guild, it could be considered the arm of guild chief Boger Slobard.

In one of those hotel rooms, several men and women were gathered.

Some of them busily manipulating their own magic equipment are “multiple” Pryan Blue figures.

They're agents of Skysler.

"What was the royalty on the roof?

"It was half an hour without surveillance."

"Seriously! Ha-ha-ha!

"Hey, it's an idle period. It's cheap."

Shaking his head with a dazzling, touching face, Pryan Blue manipulates a panel of magic equipment.

Antennas for long-range communication were deployed on the rooftops where the usage was paid.

Because it is foldable, it can be prepared in minutes, but it is specially made with high output and stability.

"How's the antenna?

"Connected. It's a lot of relays, so we..."

"The advantages of a transport state."

This world "Sea Plains and Middle Plains" was the place where various threats existed.

Sometimes powerful warcraft travel between countries, making it very difficult for them to communicate information.

Even if a radio device is used, it is not possible to get very far without a relay base.

If it was meant to be, you'd want to use artificial satellites, relay aerial islands, etc.

In technical terms, a number of countries already existed that were also capable of entering space.

But the gods of "Kaihara and Nakahara" have yet to allow space development.

Consequently, communication with the distant had to rely roughly on guilds and the like.

Magic technology systems are completely different across countries, so even if each country works together, the standards are too different to communicate information.

When you have the same technology and become an organization based all over the place, there are only guilds.

But.

The transporting states had a way of enabling information and communication to distant destinations, not due to guilds.

It is a method of using a sailing ship of one's own country as a relay base.

No facility even has a waist like a guild, but a large transport ship is a moving building, so to speak.

The degree of relay of information and communication is easy for me.

Nevertheless, it is a hand that can only be used in relatively close proximity to the route, since each ship must be present in the communication area.

It would certainly be a huge advantage compared to other countries that still do not have such means.

Whether his work is done or not, Pryan Blue makes a big stretch.

Sitting back deep on the couch I was sitting on, I turn the camera that was placed on the table back to me.

He nodded satisfactorily as he adjusted his position while checking the footage output from the camera to the monitor.

"Ha-ha, yes, yes! This is ok."

"The line, too, is connected no... - Later, wait for your contact."

An operative, a short distance from Pryan Blue, says as he looks at the monitor at hand.

Pryan Blue responds with a gentle wave.

"Hold on, I don't know what you're thinking about Binkert's. Let's go out of our way to get ready for this meeting. Come on."

"" The Ghost of Skysler. "I can slap His Excellency Chancellor Binkert Subainku in the mouth like that, about you."

"Oh? Well, that shotazy super ella thing."

"Here comes the contact. Ten to the comm connection!

It was Pryan Blue laughing naggingly, but I hear the words and change my expression.

In no time, the monitor showed the appearance of one boy.

Black eyes on dark hair.

of a neat face as a doll. It was, in fact, a doll that looked like a living human being.

His name, a necromancer who even manipulates his own soul, is Binkert Subainku.

It is indeed a monster that has remained on earth for more than two thousand years, nicknamed the "Ghost of Skeisler”, as the Chancellor of the Transport State Skeisler.

Binkert glanced at Pryan Blue over the monitor when he frowned between his eyebrows, the crop.

Then, gently raise one hand and open your mouth.

"Oops, tired"

"Ugh, you're annoying."

In response to a terribly light Binkert greeting, Pryan Blue responds in a light way.

Unless it's also an official place, we're both basically about this much nori.

At Binkert's disposal was an envelope received by Pryan Blue from Mizuhiko.

It was placed on a cloth that seemed to be superior, and I can hear that it was treated quite dearly.

"So, I ask you again what the situation is. If you're walking, the boy's approaching. When I chased him because he was murdered, his identity was Guardian or something like that, and he gave me this."

"That's right, I see. Then, well, as you can see, the angel Lady Eltovael's sealed wax is not on it. Oh, this sucks, I can't even throw a mare at Master Binkert anymore. Come on, you're freaking out."

"Don't be ridiculous. I just wanted to say," Check the contents. "You're right not to touch on this one. Whatever, because things are things."

Saying, Binkert lifts the envelope with a careful hand.

It's no longer like dealing with dangerous goods, rather than dealing with something important.

Most importantly, if it were a letter from an angel handed to you by the Guardian, you would be satisfied with the treatment.

Thankful, or fearful, it passes and is no longer close to theatre.

Binkert slowly lowered to his original position as he stared at the envelope for a while.

Thumbs on the temples raise a roaring voice.

"I knew our transport was excellent, dude. This size can be delivered from Einfarble to here in a day. Ooh. We should hold the world's transport in our hands. Quick, polite and secure. But it's quite a price."

"No, no, no, no. It's not a real escape."

"Shut up. It makes me want to escape from reality. More like an angel who reveals his sins.

It's two names that some sophomore year or so of the coy boys might come up with, but it's really accurate in terms of how they name it.

It is the way Eltovael does his job to literally gather all the information from one end to the other.

For the side that runs the country, it can be described as like the Great King of Fear.

"I tried to find out about the land that was abandoned, here it is. Fast response. That's Eltovael."

"Don't put your hands on me. Isn't that a warning? I think I should go back to my country. Amazing momentum, now."

"If so, the angels will contact the country directly. I wouldn't be such a pain in the ass. I mean, I don't know, there's something going on."

"Right. So, hey."

With a pulled half laugh, Pryan Blue covers his face with both hands.

Such a glimpse of Pryan Blue, Binkert reached for his nostalgia as he shook his head.

Of the jacket, the one removed from the pocket was a small knife with a crest on the patterned area.

Sometimes letters are sent from angels to dignitaries in the country.

It is not enough to say when visiting, when visiting can be reported.

Such letters are only opened with a few knives deposited in each country.

It was that knife that Binkert took out of his nostalgia.

Putting the blade of the knife over the wax spills a dry sound of pecking and green phosphorescence.

Slide the knife between the paper and the wax and it opens without resistance.

Pryan Blue, watching over it, looked disgusted.

"I mean, here. I have to see it, too, right?

"I was deliberately given to you on the go, not our king or me. It means you have something to do with it too. So, this wax cannot be opened without special tools. Well, in other words,"

"I have business with Lord Binkert and the King, but it has to do with me, too. Is that so? Ugh."

He glanced at Pryan Blue, who looked nasty from there in his heart, and Binkert shrugged his shoulder.

Slide your finger inside the envelope with the wax removed and remove the contents.

What was in it was a necklace with a few notes and something like a little jewel.

"Necklace......? A gift from an angel? That's a national treasure. Shit. Yeah, that's it. Perhaps it makes sense that you gave this to me when you were in Einfarble. Otherwise, I'd be giving it to you before you leave the country."

"Huh. He's an angel who's going through a lot."

"I'm dying. When someone involved in a good otum country gets worse, he's the one who gets the craziest."

"Wouldn't it be nice if there wasn't a dark place behind it? What is it? The operation of the country doesn't just go around every beauty. Was it?

"Well, here's the thing. There's only 20 countries I know that disappeared from that inspection."

"Oh, bee."

Pryan Blue trembles in the cold.

I don't know in detail what the situation is that the country disappears, but it will probably have a huge impact on marriage.

That's the only thing to avoid even if you die.

While Pryan Blue was beginning to feel the horror of Eltovael, Binkert opened a note.

Look at the letters written there, Binkert holds the temples down.

"Master Eltovael's brush? It's definitely that guy's letter... it's not scary at all."

"Are you familiar with Mr. Eltovael?

"Who's stuck, boy? Bokegola."

"No, you haven't gotten that far, have you?

"I've seen you several times. Well, I've lived a long time with Dada, too."

Where Binkert dropped his gaze on the note, Pryan Blue also became quiet.

Normally, I don't care, but this time, Pryan Blue himself was concerned about the content.

The other agents around Pryan Blue are silent.

Those around Binkert were also silent, only the scrubbing sound of a note sounded for a while.

Did I say a few minutes in time?

Apparently he had finished reading it all, Binkert exhaled a deep deep sigh when he carefully placed his note on his desk.

"So, what did it say?

"A lot. Where it seems to have something to do with you. First of all, the bond between the abandoned lands has been broken."

"Oops, huh? Isn't that an array of systems that colleagues around the world are desperately looking into?!?

It was Pryan Blue who attracted the look on his face, but Binkert goes on to say the words without looking particularly concerned.

"So, it turns out that there is a land God who manages the land in the land that has been abandoned. He said he already ruled the land. So, Mr. Eltovael was supposed to be his assistant."

"Manage the land? Oh, no. That's where the Agneys fled or didn't escape."

"Oh. So, it seems that the land God accepted the Agneys as residents"

"Come on!?

Unexpectedly, and so on, Pryan Blue speaks up.

Because things are too big.

"Doesn't God's land mean the divine domain? Home of Charchellis, Temple of the Great God of Haibara"

"That's right. It means that the land abandoned has become such a sacred realm. Oh, and, uh, the name of the land, but they changed it. Reviewed land, whoa."

"somehow its cheap naming"

"The land god himself has given it to you."

"It sounds like a great name -! Acogale Chowner!"

Return the applause as soon as you think it sucks.

Pryan Blue was so weak on authority.

Of course, because when you hit it poorly, the wedding period is far away.

"I mean, does that give you little information that I need to look into? Can I go home now?

"It's not up to you, is it? Mostly, you can't disclose this information right away. It said to lay low until the right time, and it should."

"What? Then why are they asking about me and them?"

Saying, Pryan Blue pointed behind himself.

There are a few operatives there.

Everyone is very skilled, and there are many things that Pryan Blue has worked with on several occasions.

Even the first time I looked at each other, it was just something I'd heard the name of.

"It's bad information if it leaks outside, but I can't do my job without knowing it. It's information. I'll have you guys stay in Einfarble and do your job."

"Is it in this face? You don't have to be me, do you? Seriously. Can I go home?

"No, I know it's on, but this shit is messed up. The letter said he was asking my country for a job. There are also a few people named Fujiko. One of them is you."

"You...?

As Pryan Blue turned his face to the side, he pointed to an operative who was nearby.

The agent pointing at his finger shakes his neck sideways as he sifts.

"It's you, Pryan Blue. Good, it's a name from an angel who reveals his sins."

"No, no, no, no! What is it? It! Isn't it troublesome? No, no, no, no! Yeah!? Absolutely not. It!

"It said that if you want to do a good job, you will support your marriage to work well"

"I can't be caught like that. So, uh, seriously?

"Oh. Tell him I'll back you up," it said.

At this time, there was intense debate in Pryan Blue's head.

Various positions of Brain Pryan Blue are meeting on a terrific sword screen.

The agenda is, of course, whether or not we should be pleasantly entrusted with this task.

said one Pryan Blue.

If there's anything protective about angels, it's finally a marriage second reading, isn't it?

All the other Pryan Blues are keeping their mouths shut.

That's it!!

It was basically Pryan Blue who couldn't resist the magic of marriage.

"An abandoned land was opened, and a God came to manage the land. This is an unprecedented situation once. The best staff will also need to hit things in our country. Then it is only natural that this“ multiple ”Pryan Blue should be involved in this matter. Even in lieu of your life, let's proceed without delay with any work related to the Reviewed Land."

Pryan Blue praises with a crisp decision face.

Binkert put his jaw over his assembled hand as he turned his eyes to see the frigid.

By the way.

Eltovael's letter also said:

Basically, I can't give you romantic protection, but I can support you.

But you won't need to pass on the information that you can't give protection to romantic-related, he said.

The ability of sinful angels to gather information was just overwhelming.

"Well, I'll tell him later. For now, the course of action will be gathered together by analysts before we start, right? I'll tell him in four hours. Connect the line again then. Hey."

Copy that, sir.

"And all the people out there are married or just women."

"Dochisho. Awwwwwwww!!!

As Pryan Blue's cry echoed, Binkert disconnected with satisfaction.