The God has moved to another world.

Binkert Subainku, Chancellor of Skeisler.

His flesh, which has spent more than two thousand years in this world graciously, has perished long ago.

The current shoddy body was a doll that made a variety of objects into materials.

Binkert, himself a high-ranking Necromancer, possesses his own soul as an evil spirit in the doll.

He has supported Skeisler since his founding and continues to be Prime Minister even though he is dead, for only one purpose.

The prosperity of Skysler.

That was all.

It is in large part due to his arms that he created the present Skeissler, which makes the world famous as a major transport nation.

Instead, I'd say it's his feat.

The birth of the world's leading Skysler magic system, Demon Sword Magic, is also due in large part to Binkert's achievements.

It attracted talented people from both home and abroad and made them build over the years.

No, I'm making it up, that would be accurate.

Demon Sword Magic is still showing the development of daily advances.

Always new and for higher performance.

The technology created will be used to develop transport vessels and strengthen soldiers.

The people who run them are also all the brilliant people Binkert has found.

A standing position of magic, man, and transport nation.

It can be said that most of what Skysler has today was made with Binkert's hands.

Why is he in such a position as Prime Minister?

It wouldn't be weird to be king, usually if it was something like him.

The reason is very simple.

I'm not even interested in such things.

Binkert's interests were merely directed at the prosperity of the country.

Extend sales channels, expand share and enrich the country.

Only on that point is Binkert's power and consciousness poured out.

A Necromancer who has spent more than two thousand years just developing his country.

“Ghost of Skysler." That's what Binkert Sbainku is.

After completing his duties that day, Binkert stood by his own window.

It's already been a long time since the sun set, but the lighting is not on.

But thanks to the moonlight, the interior was surprisingly bright.

Binkert's private room is located in the Royal Castle of Skeisler.

Forty-eight floors above ground, the Royal Castle is the largest building in the country.

There are several buildings that are bigger than this if you look at the world, but at least there is nothing more expensive around this royal castle.

Binkert sighed small as he looked down at the town stretching out the window.

A number of lights shine on the ground as they float in the darkness of the night.

As loving as every one of them was, Binkert smiled.

Raise the gaze that was pointing at the ground, now up into the sky.

There were numerous vessel figures floating in the sky blinking the mounted lights.

The shadows that rise in the starry sky vary in size and size.

From large over hundreds of meters to a dozen things you think are privately owned.

Controlled by Demon Sword Magic, they are all from the Skysler Shipbook.

Binkert looked lukewarm and watched them for a little while.

But as I recall, I look back and look at the clock hung on the wall.

Was there still time between them, loosened his expression as if relieved.

When I walk over to my desk in a relaxed manner, I reach for the equipment placed there.

Operate the input device in a familiar manner while looking at the monitor.

In response, the window Binkert had been peeking at earlier began to open.

Binkert lifts the bottle he left on the desk and pours the contents into the glass.

An amber, slightly thick, distilled liquor with a high alcohol content.

I poured it into the glass for about a bite, and I sipped it out in one breath.

There is no such thing as alcohol spinning around in the body of a doll, Binkert.

I made it so that I could understand the taste, but there was no point in saying anything other than for hobby purposes.

As a result, he was usually a binkel who barely spoke of eating, except for alcohol and cigarettes.

Neither is very good for the body.

Binkert had become fond of these two things after his death, which he had never spoken of before in order to live a little longer.

And I deeply regret not wanting to waste my life.

Whether the life expectancy is reduced by fifty or sixty years, can't it be substituted for pleasure?

People don't live to live.

Live for fun.

That is the lesson Binkert learned in his first millennium or so in this world.

I left an empty glass on my desk and the wind blew in slightly from the window.

Not necessarily because it's a high-rise room.

Windproof treatment is applied to the windows in this room.

The wind doesn't blow in because it opens the window.

It is possible to solve wind protection at will, but I am not doing that right now.

Still wind coming in means strong wind coming in beyond the limits of function.

Or maybe that's something other than the wind.

Binkert stepped away from the concierge and bowed his head to the center of the room.

Almost at the same time, the wind starts swirling small in the room.

And so that something stained out of the air from it, a human-shaped thing appeared.

Girl in white costume with white hair tied up in a high head position.

Slightly narrowing her adorable eyes, the girl makes a grin and a smile.

Binkert kept his head down and opened his mouth.

"We will see you with the Guardian of the Reviewed Land, Kazuhiko"

On the question, Fenghiko nodded cocklessly.

"Yes. Master Eltovael has been able to use it, my name is Windy Hiko. I see you as Chancellor of Skeisler, Lord Binkert Subainku, but what do you think?

"Ha. As you can see. It's called" The Ghost of Skysler, "and so on. I'll be sitting in Binkert Subainku."

"Oh, good! For how many minutes, it's your thing to go out and meet for the first time! I know you asked, but I was just born the other day, I"

"Mr. Eltovael has told us what happened."

Binkert had some explanation beforehand from Eltovael.

The new Guardian created by the Red Sheath carries a summary of future policies.

Eltovael is no longer able to leave the land that has been reviewed for some time, so he also tells them that the Guardian will be in charge of direct negotiations.

"Master Eltovael and Lord Binkert are excellent, so it's good to make running easy to use! Oh, this is what Eltovael left me."

Fine, Fenghiko removed a large tea envelope from the

How many paperwork came in. To receive it, Binkert tries to poke his knee.

but Fenghiko hastily stopped it.

"Ahhh! It's me! Because that's what's fine with us! That's what you call it, right? I don't like Red Sheath being very respectful! That I, the Guardian, would do something that wasn't even Red Sheath, right?

There's no way a Guardian can be treated with a respectful attitude that doesn't like being red sheathed.

Binkert, who immediately perceived it, bowed his head and stood up as if he had understood.

As it was, I received a tea envelope with both hands.

"Indeed, I have received"

"Please check the contents and ask Mr. Eltovael any questions you may have. Even so, I haven't negotiated with Houlika or the Alliance yet, so it's not a big deal."

"No, because it's a lot different just because I can think ahead of time"

"Is that what it is? Oh, no, well. That's right. I have to think about the space for transport and all that. No, I'll take care of you."

Binkert thanked Fenghiko quietly, who nodded in a convincing manner.

Binkert, who has lived two thousand years graciously just in the record, but there are no shards of feelings to insult the newborn Kazuhiko.

Because I have experienced the horrors of God and what belongs to him many times.

Not once or twice have we witnessed a phenomenon that would later be considered a miracle.

The longer you live, the more likely you are to come across something like that.

Most of all, Binkert is dead and a spirit.

"Nothing. I sit with unwanted joy that I can do all I can for the land that has been reviewed."

"If you say so, this one will help. I will be going to Houlika and Guild after this, so I know a lot of trouble will be a while ahead, thank you. So, it's a hassle..."

Binkert wondered what the wind would say.

Is it difficult to say anything?

Depending on the content, it would be disrespectful to encourage it poorly.

As Binkert waited silently, Fenghiko began to talk to him the way he had decided to.

"Actually, Koch is the real deal, isn't he? My red sheath is the one who will take care of me this time. Well, Lord Binkert and I will be negotiators for Howlika and the Alliance. He said he wanted to say hi."

"That's a terrible thing to do."

"No, uh, things are a little different."

Binkert tilts his neck inside to the appearance of the badly chopped wind hiko.

It would also be impossible for Fenghiko to say what he is trying to say.

In this world, there were times when God spoke to humans and others.

Normally it is extremely rare because the will is communicated through angels.

When I stayed in the world as much as Binkert, there were several times when I was blessed with such opportunities.

Just get a word or two from God, and a word from you unilaterally.

I don't even see him in person, I ask him to hang up like he's pouring out of heaven.

If and when it comes to God, it is almost like that.

But the other guy is God.

It is not an honorable thing to do.

Unconsciously, Binkert wondered if that was the case again this time.

He has a calm attitude because he is in front of Fenghiko, but he is otherwise ecstatic.

Being able to get the word directly from God means nothing more than that remembrance is eye-catching.

Binkert, as an individual, is very pleased and grateful, and it can be described as a terrible and honorable position as a dignitary in the country.

It's a delightful occasion to let go.

But.

The "greeting" that Fenghiko says is not of that dimension.

"Yeah, right. The Red Sheath would like to speak directly to Lord Binkert about his abandoned land. Right, exchange words."

The boulder "Evil Spirit of Skysler” also took a comma few seconds to understand the meaning of the word.

How to respond, Binkert immediately starts spinning his head.

Exchange of words, that would mean exactly what they say.

Face to face with God, have a conversation.

In common sense in this world, it's unthinkable.

But there are no more Guardians.

There is no question, and doubting itself would be disrespectful.

In Binkert's memory, there are only enough people with one hand, such as those who have had a direct dialogue with God in the past.

With the exception of Charles Sherris, the god of charity, who had met with many, there must nevertheless be very limited priesthood.

What Funghiko is saying right now is an exception to the rule.

How can I not be disrespectful?

Is it okay to ask the contents?

The risk is, the return is.

Not changing one complexion, Binkert makes a glaring thought.

But Fenghiko would have understood if this was a problem with how to react.

With a bitter smile, I began to explain.

"As you may have heard from Eltovael, our red sheath is somewhat irregular. I don't care about common sense. And most importantly, you don't know your worth."

"Value, is it"

"That's right. The Red Sheath wants to talk to you to thank you. I'm gonna do you a lot of favors and break your bones, so he wants to thank you for seeing me right away."

seconds, but Binkert's movements stopped.

You'll see the mood, Fenghiko shakes her neck left and right with a rugged look.

"No, really, Master Red Sheath has no other intentions. That safeguards you as a Guardian. Oh, I'll take care of you, I have to thank you. That's what it feels like."

"Come on, is that it? It's too much to sit on."

Fenghiko gives a distressing look to Binkert, who managed to squeeze it out that way.

Fine, I say it for a moment, but I shook my head slightly and went on with the words.

"So, it's the place. Master Red Sheath is unable to move because of circumstances that prevent her from leaving the land. So, I don't know if it's any trouble. I'd like you to come if you can. to the land under review."

Binkert peeled his eyes wide and was stunned.

I am invited by God to allow myself to enter the divine domain.

Instead, I was invited because I wanted to thank you.

I don't know what it is anymore, Binkert had no more judgment to make.

So far, Binkert decides to stop thinking deeply.

This is not an unprecedented fuss.

But this is not a place to be frightened and shrink.

I thought it was time to reopen and accept everything.

Seeing Binkert's expression, Kazuhiko hastily added the words.

"Oh, uh, if you don't seem to have time for that, you can say no at all. I just want to thank you. Don't think too hard..."

"Ha. Thank you for your attention. Sit down. I didn't expect you to talk like this, and I was trembling with emotion."

Fenghiko was now surprised by Binkert, who bowed his head respectfully.

Honestly, in the common sense of this world, the kind of content that Funghiko said is also close to a natural mutation.

Weak things would be fainting on this occasion.

Binkert's liver balls seemed much stronger than Fenghiko had imagined.

Fenghiko made a smile, really happy.

"Was it? Yeah, but you haven't even set a date yet, have you? Because it also combines with other people. For more information, see you later"

"I'm in awe"

"Okay, I'm in this!

Fenghiko raised one hand and said that, with a light foothold, he turned to the window.

When you gently apply the help, it jumps straight out the window.

But his body had gone clear to dissolve in the air, and only a few meters out of the window, it had disappeared completely.

Binkert, who was quietly bowing his head, wakes up slowly and sighs.

"Like a storm, or..."

As he approached the concierge, Binkert took out an earlier bottle.

Trying to pour alcohol into the glass, stopping hands.

And I put my mouth straight on the bottle to see what I thought, and muddled the contents to a large extent.

Gokugoku and throat pour the liquor in, slamming the empty bottle onto the desk.

Binkert shook his shoulders as he remained in that posture that made his body nod.

"Damn, this is why I don't want to float! You're gonna live a long time! I can't believe this is happening now! I knew it was that one! Five hundred, six hundred drooling lads, it's not until you know the depth of your life beyond two thousand, hey!

Binkert laughs out loud when he shouts that all over his body.

The appearance of a big glance at his body and laughing was still like he was attached to madness.

Binkert laughs and reaches out to the caller placed on the desk with the impetus that strikes him.

He chattered and raised his voice without waiting for his opponent to connect to the call or react.

"Wake them up! Yes, all of it! All of them, get 'em all up! Oh!? The minister in this castle and everything! And the king! King! Kick me in the ass and beat me up! If you're reluctant, scream at him in the ear!

Inhaling heavily, Binkert hung up the edge of his mouth, giving him a flying, evil smile.

"Big business! Expanding sales channels isn't a dream either!

Binkert spreads his hand over his head as he looks up into the sky.

That look of fun everywhere didn't look very much like the dead ones.