The God has moved to another world.

It was a well under review land of improvement, but the central vicinity was as wasteland as ever.

Occasionally, plants that are resistant to magic depletion that should have grown are somehow no longer seen these days.

The red sheath twisted its neck as it looked around the wilderness where the uneven ground spread.

"Something's been missing that little grass lately, too."

Ertvael, who was walking a few steps back, raised a picky eyebrow over the blushing red sheath question.

When I find that answer out of my head in less than a second, I immediately respond to the red sheath.

Eltovael has a huge amount of information in mind, but he's also quite capable of pulling it out.

"If that's the case, you two mediators are keeping us from overbreeding. That plant is often rooted in rough land, but it flows traces of toxins from the roots to the soil."

"Poison!? Heh, that grass, it was poisonous."

"Yes. You invade the land with poison that you can neutralize yourself. There is nothing wrong with a small number. It's about getting ahead of other plants in these wastelands and monopolizing the place."

"Huh. It's a clever grass."

To the words of the red sheath, Eltovael raised his eyebrows.

Clever, because I didn't think there would be a positive word out there.

Surely as a survival strategy, it would be an excellent category.

But for something that tries to enrich the land like a red sheath, it can be considered a disturbing existence.

For such things, it seems impossible to go from affirmation to affirmation.

"So it seems that you two mediators are reducing excessive proliferation. Don't let other plants get in the way in the future."

"I see. I mean, tree spirits, have you got that much power already? Even in the wasteland alone, it's pretty big."

"They're pretty big, too. And you've been protecting Mr. Agney's fields for a long time."

"Ahhh. Ahh! Speaking of which, I did! I forgot!

As I recall, the red sheath slapped his hand.

Seeing that face laughing happily, Eltovael only gives a sad look for a moment.

If you just forgot, that's fine.

But if it had disappeared from my memory.

The power of God also includes the matter of memory and knowledge.

The Red Sheath is a god with only very small powers, including those.

The total amount that can be remembered and placed is very small.

I forget from one end, except for the memory that is so important.

Perhaps a god named Red Sheath accepts that.

If we even started to forget about this "sea plains and middle plains" since we came here, how much has the red sheath forgotten so far?

Eltovael, who is born with strong power, can only imagine.

The red sheath, not originally born in this world, was so inefficient to turn it into power, even if it gathered faith in this world.

So you should stay a mess fish god like you are now for a few hundred more years.

How hard is it on the red sheath from man to God?

That's what Eltovael can only imagine.

But still, the red sheath, always laughing naggingly.

Nothing, it's not like I don't know my situation.

A god named Red Sheath is a god who laughs naggingly, even if he is placed in such a situation.

Not mourning, not grieving.

That was what I liked about Eltovael.

"Oh, it's time."

The red sheath looked forward as she made shade with her palms.

Ahead is where the Red Sheath Company is built, where eight trees have grown.

"No, but. It's not hard to walk every day, but it's Mendow."

The way the red sheath travels without the ability to fly is basically walking.

The red sheath also passes every day on foot to the lake made by the spirits of the attributes.

It's not too far away, but it's a long walk away.

As the red sheath says, it is not hard but it is troublesome.

"Isn't there a good way? I hope it's a bus."

"If you don't mind, may I fly with Master Red Sheath?

When the red sheath looked strange, she twisted her neck.

And laugh sorry.

"But you're not a good lander, Mr. Eltovael."

Landing is what I'm not good at, but Eltovael's ability to fly becomes a high category among angels.

Flightable distances, maximum speeds, and concealment are called top notch.

It was the rating from the angels who knew her that she didn't like going down to the ground because she kept flying too much.

"Ho, I'm good at hovering, so you just have to jump off some height"

"Oh, I see! Me, you're good at jumping off high ground!

Fine, the red sheath laughed at the potent weather.

I wish you could forget that.

With that in mind, Eltovael sighed small.

In the center of the land, in the red sheath that returned to the company, the tree spirits gathered together.

"Red sheath!

"Welcome back!

"Welcome back!

"I'd love to. - Whoo!

"Ha-ha-ha. Yes, I'm home."

All the spirits were no longer jumping because they were all grown on boulders.

But still, some pillars are still jumping on the head and chest of the red sheath.

Though clustered by them, non-entities, the red sheath proceeded to the center of the land in a familiar manner.

"Akasaya! Kaihiko Kaihiko, right?

"Uh, you haven't decided on a name yet, have you?

"Make it a more crazy name. Yikes!

"Well, aside from my real name, hey. Common name is here. They say I have no sense of naming."

The red sheath laughs bitterly at the words spoken by the tree spirits.

In fact, the names Mizuhiko and Tuhiko were not real names.

A name is an indication of its existence, and it also binds its existence.

If it is called lightly, it is assumed that it may be used for curses, etc.

Therefore, in order to hide it, they usually use a different name.

Besides, it is usually impossible to tie up as many beings as Mizuhiko and Earthhiko because they used their names.

Throughout that imposition, you will need the power of the higher god level.

There is no particular need for it, but did I mention the precautionary measures?

"Oh, dear Red Sheath, you have no sense of naming."

"Even though Sathiko is a girl, she's about to wear Hiko"

"At least you're a princess, right? Normally, a dirt princess is subtle."

"What? I think I'm cute, huh? Earthhiko,"

On the red sheath twisting his neck, the tree spirits sigh.

"He seems to like it, fine."

"Right. That's awesome."

Tuhiko himself seemed to like the name Tuhiko.

I got it from the red sheath, and I think there was something in the name that matched my brother.

Yeah, I can see it. Sohiko is a fazacon in Bracon.

Gently peeling off the tree spirits that were tangled in him, the red sheath slaps the bread and hands.

"Come on, come on. It's time to start. Gentlemen, could you please stay away for a moment?

"Yes!"

"Okay -"

"I'm watching you."

The tree spirits flying to their main body one after the other.

Instead, Eltovael walks up to the red sheath.

I spoke to the red sheath with a look that seemed worried about where.

"Um, Master Red Sheath. Are you sure?

"Heh? Oh, is that a name? It's easier to give an image of what kind of child you want to be if you decide to name it first. Quite a few other gods, aren't they?

Keep the names of your servants and Guardians before you are born.

That was not particularly unusual.

Names often represent their abilities, as the first name reveals the body.

Therefore, for the purpose of "I want you to have these powers," I sometimes put them under a name first.

I knew the Red Sheath, and I used to make the emperor of every pillar of God who was a land god in Japan.

But what Eltovael cares about, apparently, wasn't there.

"No, you're not. Using my, that, winged wind..."

"Uh, is that what you mean?"

I see, and so on, the red sheath slaps his hand.

This time, in creating Fenghiko, the Red Sheath had asked Eltovael to cooperate.

I was thinking of having the wind, which is at the heart, made out of Eltovael's wings.

The red sheath could have manipulated the flow of power, but he thought that what Eltovael had caused was better than that.

Either way, Eltovael is an angel so good at gathering information that he can be given two names: "The Angel Who Reveals Sin".

Guardians and messengers are often anecdotes and involved when they are born, and often determine the direction of their abilities.

Create a Guardian for information-gathering purposes with the wind raised by the wings of an information-gathering maniac angel named Eltovael.

Can we say that the red sheath specializes in "processing" more information-related "materials?

There's no way that a Guardian who builds all these elements won't be good at gathering information.

"I'm going to help you build a Guardian..."

In this world called "Kaihara and Nakahara," an angel is only an adjunct to God.

Is it something I can help an angel build a Guardian?

Already, the spirits of the trees, who are considered inferior to angels, are helping to build the earth.

But that's just it.

How about making some exceptions?

Yes, I'm thinking.

Eltovael is a serious angel everywhere.

The red sheath puts the brow in the letter (c) and laughs like trouble.

"No. Doesn't it matter what you prepare after all? Mizuhiko and Sathiko are like that because they didn't make it right."

Eltovael succeeded in finding a way to snort at the words.

Mizuhiko, made from red sheath alone, has become quite troubled.

Souhiko, whose tree spirits filled her with strength and knowledge, has become something amazing.

Not that it's bad, but it's also true that all these kids get in trouble.

"I think if you could help Mr. Eltovael, he'd be a smart kid. Yeah."

"Really..."

To the red sheath, which is somewhat distant, Eltovael is no longer able to come out strong.

The red sheath continues "to it," laughing with the brow in the letter (c).

"Because I am a rare miscellaneous fish god in this world. If you don't help me, I won't be able to turn things around."

The red sheath scratched his head as he laughed.

Eltovael grins small, nodding one cockle.

"Okay. I'll help you if I can."

"Hey, that helps."

Red Sheath and Eltovael laughed strangely when they saw each other's faces.

Eltovael stood with eight trees on his back.

Step firmly on both feet to prevent your body from floating under the wind pressure that moved your feathers.

He further used the angel's business and sewed the soles of his feet to the ground.

"Dear Red Sheath, we are ready."

"Yes, Koch can do it."

The red sheath, built away from Eltovael, waves flickering.

Around it, tree spirits seemed to fly around unusual.

"Master Red Sheath and Eltovael's, working together?

"Are you going to make children?

"No, no. I guess it's a little different than that"

"Then Tuhiko will be our child."

"Eh! Tsukichiko is a child, Kanji like you"

"Hey."

"Our common sense of normal creatures..."

"It doesn't work for angels or gods."

"To the Guardian, of course."

"I don't think so."

The red sheath laughs joyfully when she sees the tree spirits talking about that as they fly around.

Since the distance is somewhat apart, it is determined that there will be no danger.

"Now, Mr. Eltovael, please -"

The red sheath pierced the sheath, the main body, on the ground, with a single knee.

As I signaled it, Ertvael starts to move his wings big.

Then a big wind began to blow, unlikely due to the size of the wings.

The wings of Eltovael, the angel, have a very great impact on the world.

We can draw so much strength from the sight and mass that we can't even think about it.

Stirred by strong winds, the red sheath concentrates on his fingertips.

The belly of my index finger, in the middle of it, was stained with red colour.

The surface of it, which has slowly flourished, is waving small.

Created by concentrating on power, it is the undisputed blood of the Red Sheath itself.

"Well, I'll go Yikes!

Fine, the red sheath puts the bloody fingertips overhead.

The ball of blood plays, becomes a small particle and dissolves in the wind.

Eltovael's eyes, as well as those of the red sheath, were directed towards it.

And the tree spirits who were after the moment move out in unison.

"Not yet -!

"That!

"Follow me!

"This is how it works!

"This kind of thing!

"It's not an attack. Yo!

In clothes, behind your back, in your palms.

The tree spirits threw the little shards they had hidden in their respective places into the wind of Eltovael.

"To?"

"Ah!"

You were alarmed by the boulder, neither the red sheath nor Eltovael could react to it.

Red sheath blood, in the wind of Eltovael.

Besides, the tree spirits create shards of power that intersect.

"Oh..."

Sweat floats on the forehead of the red sheath, and Eltovael flashes.

Hit and change, the tree spirits rejoice.

The wind, which contained the red mist and crystals that were blowing in one direction, began to make small whirlpools.

The vortex, which is about the size of a person, moves in front of the red sheath.

The fog and crystals disappear to blend into the air.

That wind, which continues to wind even as Eltovael stops the wings, remains in front of the red sheath.

The wind twisted and jumped as if to confirm its own existence.

The wind that has been doing so for some time eventually stops moving as satisfied.

And it swelled up just a little big.

Spread the wind around you, and at the same time something appears to rise out of it.

Long, thin hands and feet, white, long, thready hair.

"Whoops! [incomprehensible]

tons, and stood down on the ground with his toes, it was a naked girl.

White skin and white hair.

Red eyes like blood.

The eye area with a slight hanging feeling would be similar to the red sheath, Mizuhiko, and Earthhiko.

Though she has a young body, she has a body that is well known as a woman.

In the years, is it to the same extent as Mizuhiko or Sathiko?

The face was really cute.

The adjective, like an angel, suits you, it's adorable.

It just doesn't look like Eltovael.

There will be no first thing to think about in association with white hair, white skin and red eyes.

"Much more. This is it for now, huh?

That's good, but the girl looked around at her body.

Nodding satisfactorily, he snarls his fingers patsy.

At that moment, the wind swirls around the girl's body and the cloth appears to stain out of the air.

A bright white piece of cloth covers the girl's body and the cleavage changes into it.

All I could do was put on pure white Japanese clothes and lanterns.

Foot pockets are also made of white fabric.

The girl sticks her hand in her nostrils and pulls out a single string.

Tie long stretched hair into one at a high point in the back of the head.

When I turned back to the flashing red sheath, I made a grin.

Slowly poking one knee on the ground, one hand against his chest.

"Nice to meet you, Red Sheath. Though my plans seem somewhat crazy thanks to the tree spirits. Windy Hiko. Safe, born and seated in front of you."

"Erm."

Before Fengyan, the red sheath attracted and consolidated his expression.

Fenghiko laughs at the red sheath wondering what's wrong.

In trouble, the red sheath looks around.

Eltovael is solidified with his mouth open in a dazzling manner.

The tree spirits were happily flying around.

A red sheath scratching his head wondering what was wrong, Fenghiko speaking as he stood up.

"Although the unexpected overlapped and appeared to be a lot more sturdy than originally planned. Brother Mizuhiko doesn't seem to have as much power. Knowledge, too, is about the size of Tuhiko. Is it versatile, about the middle, something like that? Oh, I'll take care of the information."

"Um. Why are you doing this to both of us?

Where does that knowledge come from, even though it was just born?

Windhiko laughs funny at the red sheath twisting her neck.

"Yes, Master Eltovael, let the wind ride about all the knowledge you need. so that you can start working immediately. Yeah, I'd like to go say hi to my brother and sister before I do, if you don't mind."

Smiling like an angel and looking like that was something really cute.

The red sheath grins like trouble, scratching his head crisp.

And when you inhale heavily, you sigh tired.

"Ma, okay. I'm just a little off schedule."

In the meantime, you can't help what happened, can you?

The red sheath was still normal driving today.