The God has moved to another world.

The current Einfarble was in a situation like an agent's trade fair.

Various people from different countries are gathering to get information about the land under review.

Because it is a city with a large population, it will not stand out.

But if a man with eyes to see looks over, he'll be able to find agents from many countries in a day.

One of those operatives was "multiple” Pryan Blue.

As usual, Pryan Blue, who was walking around the city, realized he was being followed.

I don't know from what point they were getting laid, and I haven't been able to confirm who they are in the first place.

But the same pattern of magic detections that I run regularly caught me again and again.

So many times, it wasn't always about detection.

The same pattern, so I didn't detect the exact same magic.

It's just that every few times, a similar kind of magic catches on.

Human beings with similar magic are not so small in number.

Exactly the same, I don't have to know, and there are as many of them as there are similar.

There are so many things like magical fortune that became popular at one time.

So, normally, to the extent that I think there was a similar one, I wouldn't even care.

But.

Pryan Blue found traces of his magic.

Once he senses a suspicious magic, he remembers all the magic he sensed until then and washes out its characteristics.

From there, we found the magic that concealed the features and compared the ways in which they were concealed.

The cover-up of magic was the same kind of virtuality and disguise that really gave rise to individuality.

That said, the personality is mostly trivial, as analysts find in the lab over days.

Because there is no point in what is immediately apparent on the spot.

It was supposed to require specialized equipment, and Pryan Blue did it on foot.

Nothing, it doesn't mean she's a genius in magic analysis or has supergenius abilities about magic.

At the same time, he used his ability to have the same consciousness, even with a number of bodies.

By creating several bodies and adding up the processing power of their brains, they analyzed vast amounts of information.

Nevertheless, that is not the only way to conduct a delicate investigation.

For the most part, speculation comes from the experience of Pryan Blue.

In short, look.

We found similar characteristics from the vast amount of information and compared them from one end to the other.

There may be times when the same person gets caught up in detection.

But what if that was purposefully disguised?

Isn't it normal to feel something deliberate?

"Damn. You're gonna do it."

Pryan Blue was poisoned in the mouth alone.

I can't imagine from what I usually say and do, but Pryan Blue is a top-notch operative.

Not only are they capable of combat, but they are also highly capable of intelligence activities such as tailing, entry and surveillance.

Occupational patterns, naturally it is not uncommon for them to be targeted, so they are also highly skilled at sensing them.

I've been following Pryan Blue for a while without realizing it.

Consider the opponent quite an arm, too, and you'll be sure.

Pryan Blue himself didn't think he was good at what he did, but he also didn't think he couldn't do his job.

In fact, you usually notice the moment you follow a tail.

Failure to detect this far means that the opponent is the right one.

"You're superior. Would you like to see your face?"

Pryan Blue laughed niggardly and moved on outside the city.

The goal is a forest zone that stretches out of the city.

Einfarble is a city surrounded by forests, meadows, etc.

It would be more accurate if cities were surrounded by nature, rather than forced to create cities in nature.

Because this city, run by the Alliance, exists to support adventurers hunting for Warcraft and obtaining Demon Stones.

Give adventurers a comfortable place in an area with a little bit of warcraft.

That's why Einfarble was created.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for a person to leave the city.

Pryan Blue himself has left the city several times to gather information.

The act of entering the woods in this way is not unnatural.

Anyone with a tail probably won't wonder.

You'd think to find out why I moved into the woods, but you wouldn't expect me to be lured here when I noticed my tail.

While walking in the woods in a tame manner, Pryan Blue begins to look for tailmen with his pre-planted body in the woods.

For when something happened, Pryan Blue was letting himself sneak into various places.

There are, of course, a number of bodies outside the city.

Most importantly, Pryan Blue was conscious, usually trying to move only one body at the same time.

Because the appearance of all bodies is the same, if they are present in more than one place at the same time, the identity will be dispersed in one shot.

For better or worse, "multiple” Pryan Blue names are famous along with their abilities.

Pryan Blue endeavored to capture his opponent with great care not to be noticed by the tailer.

Successfully capture their appearance in no time.

Perhaps they use sensory magic or something.

Several people were walking in positions where their eyes could not capture Pryan Blue.

When you check your face, you can see that you are an agent of a certain country.

It's a small country, but a strong country that has survived because of its excellence in intelligence.

"There. He's a good tailor."

Unexpectedly convinced, no, keep your mind tight.

Once we even grabbed the approximate position of the opponent, we were able to check the position of all the trackers with one body that is now moving in the main.

Although they tend to be misunderstood because of their special ability to grow, Pryan Blue also has very high physical abilities.

Using magic enhancements, you can easily capture someone you know where they are.

Upon finishing capturing all the tailmen he could discover, Pryan Blue erased all the bodies he had deployed around him.

Because if you leave it behind, you don't know where or how to find it.

Even if he was constantly destroyed walking in the woods by making some mistake, he still has several bodies elsewhere.

Having multiple bodies of the same will is useful in places like this.

There is no guarantee that we could have discovered all the tailmen, so it would be a dangerous act to leave the body alone if it were to be.

Except in the case of Pryan Blue.

If they do, it's just one of more than one body.

It is also possible to disappear freely, so in case you get caught, you will not give the information to the other party.

All you have to do is turn it off before they pull anything out.

What an unscrupulous body.

"Bye. Do you have boobs?"

Pryan Blue squeaked so in his mouth, he crawled his fingers into a sword he lowered to his waist.

I hung it one swing from left to right, and it's the only weapon in Pryan Blue.

The magic of Skeisler was in the form of what was called "Demon Sword Magic", activated using a special sword called "Demon Sword".

Alloy filling with several types of metal in a certain proportion.

In addition, patterns made of a variety of materials.

By applying special texts and decorative finesses to them, they function as magic tools.

This magical format, which has existed for thousands of years, boasted one of the world's leading stability and scale of effect.

Although the magic of the Devil's Sword is limited in shape, its size is quite accommodating and the effects it exerts are varied.

It is also possible to associate each Devil's Sword for a great effect.

Skysler boasts a large ship that moves by placing several demon swords with various functions on board.

Not only is it possible to attack, but it is also possible to do things like operate ships.

That's all it is, versatile magic.

Whoever sublimated Demon Sword magic to something so complete could be described as a feat of "The Ghost of Skysler” Binkert Subainku.

From his lifetime, Binkert continued to increase the magical smell of the Devil's Sword by adding talented people and gold to the water.

You may say thanks to him that there is the current demon sword magic, and hence Skysler.

If so, the two swords that Pryan Blue hangs on his hips were naturally demonic swords and magical tools for dealing with demonic sword magic.

It is a demonic sword dedicated to Pryan Blue, made to have special functions, according to her abilities.

Although this two-wielded demon sword has a common function, it also incorporated a distinct entirely different magic.

First of all, a common feature.

This was called "splitting, multiplying".

As long as the magic continues, it can multiply.

More things disappear when magic is cut off along the way, but I'd say this is the perfect thing for Pryan Blue to have.

No matter how much Pryan Blue grows himself, as long as he has magic, he doesn't have to worry about weapons.

And the ability of individual demon swords.

The greatest characteristic of a slender devil's sword is "armor making".

It's magic that creates something like a power suit that gains the ability of the Devil's Sword to reinforce the athletic ability of the wearer.

Created by magic, it still extinguishes when the supply of magic is cut off.

However, its performance was considerable and was among the highest in Skeisler.

Pryan Blue's physical abilities are terribly high, even in vegan conditions.

It was quite a thing, because it would not take a pull from an elf or a rabbit that rang with physical ability.

Because she wraps her armor like that, the high level of her combat ability can be tremendous.

The other demon sword incorporated the magic of "suicide bombing".

It is possible to adjust the explosive force by the enchanted magic, and it can be specified up to its orientation.

It is excellent that blasts can be scattered in all directions or the explosive force can be concentrated at a single point.

Just because it's a suicide bomber, if you detonate it, it'll go away, but that's fine if you use proliferating magic there.

It can be used as a highly liberal explosive that can be increased inexhaustibly with magic.

You can create as many, "armor" and "bombs" as you want.

That is the ability of the two wielding demon swords that Pryan Blue possesses.

What Pryan Blue reached out to as he walked in the woods was a demonic sword incorporating the magic of suicide bombing.

Pull it out of the sheath by holding it to pick with your index finger and thumb, it instills magic.

The magic of division and proliferation is activated immediately, and between the fingers of the hand with the sword, a demonic sword appears.

A total of four swords were swung by Pryan Blue toward his back in a seemingly unmade motion without confirmation.

The abrupt motion is a sword-throwing motion to the rear.

The tip of the sword, thrown slightly off the timing of release of the finger, is directed towards the tailor.

The number of swords to follow is twelve.

It is more than it was when it was in the hand, because at the moment of the throw, it further multiplied.

Twelve swords, which had given considerable velocity even when just thrown, exploded to increase that velocity the next moment they proceeded dozens of centimeters through the hollow.

Because one of the magic planted on the Devil's Sword was activated.

The effect was to use energy injection to accelerate the sword thrown.

The sword, accelerating close to the speed of sound, fleshes to one or twelve trackers per bottle.

The leaves and branches of the trees proceeded in a straight line without objects, and most of them could not react, which emitted a roar and flash in front of the trackers and exploded.

Stopping movement with explosions and flashes, driving inaction with the ensuing impact it seems to be a kind of non-destructive weapon.

"Ugh, ten Dompisha!

With a laugh, Pryan Blue pulled out of his jacket, out of his pocket, a communications terminal.

Quickly manipulating the surface sounds a call.

"Yes, sir."

The voice I heard in seconds was that of a colleague in Einfarble.

Pryan Blue pushed the terminal against his ear as he ran out.

"Uh-huh! If it came with any puffiness, I'd be hurt. I stunned ten of the twelve, so reclaim it!

"Yes. Direct it immediately. I'll use it to locate it, terminal, leave it running."

Ten of the twelve trackers had passed out due to the sword cast by Pryan Blue.

But the other two had succeeded in avoiding it everywhere.

"What about the other two?

"We're going to gamble."

That's all I told you, Pryan Blue stuck the device in his inner pocket.

Trees, their branches, grass and ground irregularities.

Through the woods that should be hard to run, Pryan Blue runs like an arrow.

The aim is one of the two people who didn't pass out in the earlier explosion.

Ten of the twelve could not react to the approaching sword.

I don't know what else to do.

At the stage thrown at the hands of Pryan Blue, the speed of the sword had reached hundreds of kilometres.

It was magically accelerated, and by the time it approached, it was close to the speed of sound.

If it's normal, it's normal to not be able to react.

So how were the other two?

One, round his body, sheltered his ears and eyes, flew away and avoided.

The impact of the explosion has caused him to roll down the ground several times, hitting his entire body hard.

Although I haven't passed out, I won't be able to stand up and fight right away.

Pryan Blue was one of the first to aim.

Soon approaching a tracker who is crawling and shaking his head, Pryan Blue kicks up its jaw tip.

The tracker's body floats into the universe in a blow without any hesitation.

Unmagically enhanced kicks, but Pryan Blue has legs that can easily be blown away by one person.

In his empty torso, Pryan Blue still let his fists plunge without hesitation.

That compact blow, which does not seem to be a collaboration from a forced kick, lightly prunes the consciousness of the tracker.

Pryan Blue ran to his next goal, faster than his tracker's body could get to the ground.

The goal is the last remaining tracker.

How could this tracker have shot down the sword unleashed by Pryan Blue?

Magic tools and thought knives were used.

With a pattern and a body angle of about forty degrees, it looks like a replacement of the gun barrel part with a knife at first glance.

In fact, it was something that had unlimited functionality close to a gun.

Because from the tip of that knife, a bullet greetingly ejected a mass of magic.

User-friendly, this shaped knife is shaped by many countries as a magic tool.

It was a commonly viewed type of weapon, as a weapon that could be attacked at close range as a normal knife and at a distance as a magic tool.

The tracker struck down the flying sword with it.

Visualize the sword approaching you, pull out the knife, use magic, and unleash magic.

That motion, which was carried out to flow, was so vivid that Pryan Blue was also impressed.

To Pryan Blue as he kicks in the ground, the last tracker turns to the knife's cutting edge.

Three consecutive rounds of energy released fly to be sucked into Pryan Blue.

It was launched at a speed slightly higher than the speed of sound, but it never captured Pryan Blue's body.

Because he was slapped down by the sword of Pryan Blue, which was pulled out in an instant.

"Seriously! Raptor!

While telling him to throw it away, the tracker keeps firing off the energy mass.

But they are cut off, and they are not stopped.

A tracker moves his legs trying to make a mistake, but not Pryan Blue allowing it.

When you hold up an intermission all at once, you flash your sword.

Not wanting to aim, it was the knife the tracker had in his hand that the swung blade captured accurately.

A tall metal noise sounds and the hands of a tracker with a knife are played loudly.

Despite such a huge shock, the tracker had not taken his hands off the knife.

On the contrary, he quickly pulled out another knife with his free hand and struck out an energy mass.

done while blinking. That is just a quick shot that goes unnoticed.

But Pryan Blue was reading it.

Playing the energy chunk with the other sword that had been pulled out at some point would make the tracker eat a strong forward kick in his chest.

I guess I couldn't stand this on a boulder.

The tracker collapsed significantly and fell from his back to the ground.

Quite simply, Pryan Blue pours magic into the demonic sword of both hands and activates the magic.

In an instant, four split demon swords, left and right, protruded towards the tracker.

Its cutting-edge, all slightly pierced from the tracker to it, to the ground.

It doesn't seem to make sense, but if the tracker moves even slightly, the blade will eat into its body.

The tracker literally took the form of a stitch to the ground.

"Yes, Ugly"

Pryan Blue made a garlic smile as he pointed his cut at the tracker's neck.

What an evil way to laugh at that, the tracker makes his face pull.

Oh, thank you.

"That's a lot. You followed me around in large numbers. Was I that attractive?

"No, that's me, though"

"Tell me you're lying, let's do this. So, who are you guys?

Pryan Blue dared to ask that question while he knew where the tracker belonged.

If this one knows what's in their hands, it's to keep them from understanding.

Whether they respond or not can also be tips to explore their purpose.

Sometimes we can identify this person immediately and vice versa.

I don't know what would be more advantageous to them than I don't know what the purpose would be and a disadvantage to this one.

At a time like this, Pryan Blue decided it was best not to talk about what he knew.

"I don't know. That's what you're talking about, isn't it? I mean, don't you have a guess?

"If you knew that, you wouldn't listen."

What do you say?

Apparently, the tracker is not going to talk right away.

That would be so.

It doesn't seem easy to crack or bore your mouth, you don't talk.

Pryan Blue has a cracked country, but that's because she found the face she knew in the occasional or tracker.

Conversely, there could have been something on the tracker's side that knew Pryan Blue's face.

Of course, you wouldn't say so.

For most agents, it is important to avoid spreading their faces and names in sets.

Because infiltration and so on will no longer be possible.

It's not uncommon to kill something that knows your face and identity to avoid that danger.

"So, why did you follow me? You know who I am?

"This is what happened when I started tailing you to find out about it. Damn, it's not uncommon for Einfarble to go into the woods..."

In a sigh of confusion, the tracker said so blurry.

If you believed the tracker, you wouldn't have known he was Pryan Blue.

Bluff, maybe, but if you knew Pryan Blue, you wouldn't think of following him in such a small number, or at this level of strength.

Nevertheless, it just so happens that Pryan Blue wasn't capable of fighting, and there are other fears that he's still lurking.

"I was wondering if you know anything about abandoned land."

Now, at this time of year, the purpose of the operatives operating in Einfarble would undoubtedly be the first land to be reviewed.

Did I bother to say that because it was normal information that made no sense to convey?

Is that actually because it's a completely different purpose?

Either way, you won't have to ask in this room right now.

Whether they tell the truth or lie, it takes time and effort to judge it.

None of them are here right now.

"I thought you got the day off, so you should be a prisoner for a while."

When people smiled badly, Pryan Blue told them so with pleasure.

minutes after Pryan Blue took control of the tracker.

By the hand of her colleagues who came, all twelve of them were held captive.

Once transferred to the safehouse after this, it is scheduled to be sent to Skeisler after the shipment has been distorted.

"Why did you identify the other country immediately?"

"Because it's the country you're dealing with. If you don't remember the face of the agent you're dealing with, you're in trouble when you get in trouble.

Pryan Blue shrugged his shoulders and showed his colleagues asking him how impressed he was.

Those trackers who followed Pryan Blue were operatives from one of the trading countries.

Most importantly, there are dozens of countries where Skysler takes on shipping.

"I thought you remembered my face because I'm a good man again."

"Joudan."

To a colleague who jokes and tells a story, Pryan Blue looks disgusted.

Of the trackers caught, eight are men.

The last person Pryan Blue caught, etc. is a good-looking guy, as they call him.

If you're a person who usually knows her, you definitely think of two letters of marriage first.

Despite that, Pryan Blue's reaction was something completely different than usual.

"That's not what colleagues are for. At the very least, there will be one."

"Oh, yes."

From day to day, in the first word, it's a dialogue I can't imagine from Pryan Blue, who is always talking about marriage.

My colleague even thought for a moment, "I guess he's a fake."

I was too obsessed with my marriage, and I also wondered if my brain burned around, but he doesn't seem to be.

"Who are you married to?" Your face, well, you don't have to be on a physiological level to accept. I have my salary, and my arm shouldn't be that strong. But yeah. "

Pryan Blue says in a serious voice when he makes a tight look that he doesn't even show up at work.

"Trustworthy. That's Digi."

"That's a mess."

The job of an agent is to suspect anything first.

White things and black things twist and bend so that they are convenient to us.

I don't trust anyone, I thoroughly investigate them, and I still don't trust them.

Do the work you are ordered to do, also doubting yourself and the organization to which you belong.

That's the job of an agent.

By the way, I don't care, Agent Skysler's slogan this month is "Doubt the truth in front of you".

Pryan Blue was a highly capable man as an operative.

Such a "trustworthy" girlfriend would have to be the extra person.

An extra personable person or a person without a back table?

I just did that, and if it's in her eyes, it should come out rough.

"It's not impotent! Marriage isn't!? I think I'm just alone in a world I can trust from that part of my heart. Happy, happy, and everything shines in all its colors is marriage - wanting to!!

"How dreamy are you..."

"It's not a dream! Trustworthy as a condition of marriage, no? Mundane, mundane!!

"Aren't you suspicious of your work? I'm not a maiden."

"Women are always dreaming maidens! I'm desperate to work my way around this world of grays that don't come with either white or black. Come on! I wish I'd dreamed of getting married! It must be Justine! I wish I could have made you beautiful! What do you mean you can't want the ideal marriage - ahem!?

My colleague is confused by the desperate figure of Pryan Blue.

Or it was pulling.

Don't worry about that, Pryan Blue squeezes his fist and sifts the hot valve.

"It's the outfit that I generally don't like the most about guys in my industry these days! A white shirt would be basic on the top and bottom of the pitch black! It's not white, it's not black, it's because I work thin, and the outfit is these two colors! And yet what are these people these days! Fashionable clothes don't make you wear them, they don't have aesthetics! Yes, it's a job like this full of wet work, which is why we need that aesthetic - but!

"You're no longer married, are you?"

"I do!? To get married! What do you want from a married person in the first place?

Apparently, colleagues stepped through the mines in Pryan Blue's mind.

After this, they were told about Pryan Blue's marriage and aesthetics for work for about two hours.