The God has moved to another world.

The trees grow, in the deep woods.

A place with deep, dark greenery that does not appear to be inhabited on the surface.

It was one of the largest cities in the forest city of Metermagito.

That said, it is not on earth, nor on trees, that the people live.

It's an artificially drilled, vast, tens of kilometres underground cavity.

Inside, buildings stretching hundreds of metres in height are twisted.

In the middle of such a city, there was a large international building

Various government agencies were delivered internally, where they were closely involved in politics.

It was also the castle of the old High Elf "Mallicht", who ruled Methermagito.

Metermagito is a country ruled by High Elves.

With a long life span of about a thousand years, they are taking the rudder of the country by Parliament.

Few people are dissatisfied with the system.

Because Metermagito is a country where the parliament of these high elves was built.

organization for the purpose of "salvation of abused elves".

That was the predecessor of Methermagito.

Highly capable High Elves and Elves have long been persecuted by other races.

Few countries still speak of "human supremacy," although it is now coming to a lesser extent.

Such countries have crushed other races as instruments of subslavery.

Of course, there are still a number of areas where such treatment remains unchanged.

Elves who had been abused for a long time, but they rarely took their weapons and fought.

Even if they fled or were armed, they were a few.

Why didn't you do a great deal of resistance?

Various reasons can be given, but the biggest one was said to be "if the elves were willing to do so, they could destroy other races".

Elves are simply powerful.

In terms of physical ability, they say you can beat a wild animal who weighs twice as much with your bare hands.

In addition, there are many magic powers that can be handled by individuals.

Intelligence is also high.

The fact that "low fertility" is said to be the only weakness is also different from the fact.

With their own reason, they held back their sexual desires and "had fewer children".

Many parents considered the environment in which the elves were placed at the time to be unsuitable for raising their children.

Intelligence, strength, magic.

Elves, a superior species to all, are in fact superior to humans.

They were just too "kind".

It was the first time we had taken a weapon after being driven to the point where we were about to be destroyed.

Reclaim the Elves from a country that is creating new magic and capturing them as slaves.

Though small in number, the elves were unable to fly their individual abilities.

Morale and pedigree companionship are high, but for this reason, collaboration is readily possible.

We were optimistic about every country at the beginning, but in no time the organization gained strength.

And as we surrounded the elves we helped, we couldn't fit in the framework of "organization."

The group that became huge only began to name the "country" for how long.

That's what Metermagito is today.

If Metermagito is not born.

Still in the world, the elves would have been abused.

Perhaps, no, almost certainly, it should have been doomed as it was.

Most elves understood it and thanked those who created their predecessor, the Organization.

That's why we support and follow the "High Elves" who are still in politics.

Some of the "High Elves" currently present are the sons and grandchildren of those who set up the organization.

Though old, the old man had a truly beautiful appearance.

Attract what you see, should I say aura?

I'm sure he's been through a lot of years, but still, his spine stretched and his eyes asked for a clear color of will.

The old man, who is over eight hundred years old, is Mallicht, one of the high elves who runs the Metermaguito.

"No, I'm sorry to call you. Let's just sit down and talk."

Mallicht smiles graciously, saying so, recommending a chair to the two invited guests.

It was surprisingly simple there, the reception room for his castle.

The floor is a synthetic resin commonly used in Metermagito and the wallpaper is simple.

Lighting and other equipment are not particularly elaborate.

Was the chair and table a little spilled of metal and synthetic skin, to that extent?

But still, one of the two called in.

Keith Maxwell, deputy head of the Iron Wheel Knights, was making his whole body look nervous.

"Ha! Thank you!

The reply is very good, but the complexion is slightly bluer.

I'm confused by the person in front of me.

In contrast, Shelbren Grosso, the head of the same Knights regiment next door, looked really calm.

"Ha. Thank you."

Make sure the two of them sit back, and Mallicht sits on the chair himself.

Looking at them to check their faces sitting face to face, they slowly started talking.

"I've been forgetting a lot lately. Let's finish the requirements first."

Keith drank his sawdust and saliva.

Mallicht is one of the old stocks among the high elves.

He's not just an old man, he's a big man with influence.

Such a person has been calling on purpose, so it is not a big deal.

Probably some sort of rough relationship because he's being summoned as deputy chief of the Iron Wheel Knights.

I don't like it.

I don't like it.

I don't want to hesitate.

Keith shrugged in his heart.

Either that or Keith is the type of person who doesn't like to work.

It happened to be more magical than people, and there was something like talent about battle.

Being a soldier appropriately, and intending to do it appropriately, will be the feather of being forced to meet a horrible senior and train in madness to death.

The senior is Shelbren.

Keith was thoroughly impressed by the type of Shelbren who would not allow compromise.

You didn't die well, I guess, but now that I'm around, Shelbren was still out of his hands.

It wasn't until after all this time that I learned that Shelbren was a monster of too different stature.

I am still alive thanks to my workouts, but many times I have been made to work to die because of my workouts.

Maybe this time, it'll make you do some rough work, Keith thought.

"First, Mr. Maxwell. I want you to go to Einfarble. [M] Investigation of the current situation, gathering of information. It's your specialty."

Holakitar!

Because - I don't want to go -!

Keith screamed thoughtfully, not squealing.

Of course, it is in my heart.

The expression is slightly off, but I shouldn't be particularly concerned because my face was originally pale.

"As you know, that land is making a lot of moves now. Because of us. I didn't think the Agney thing would fall like this. You know more about these things than I do."

"No, that's not..."

Keith specializes in information-gathering and direct undercover investigations.

Strong is strong for once in battle, but he had the pride of hating the roughest of the Iron Wheel Knights.

Honestly, I don't want to go to Einfarble, which is in the state of the National Agents' Fair.

I don't want to go, but I didn't have the nerve to say "no" in this stream.

More importantly, I can predict that Shelbren will also agree with this proposal.

The more I go to Einfarble myself, the more Shelbren cares about the land.

So Keith first noticed.

Even though Shelbren was present on this occasion, he was only told to go to Einfarble.

That would mean that Shelbren has another errand to run.

It's hard to imagine that a deputy commander will be called at the head of the regiment's errands, but Keith will come with Shelbren as he leaves the job to him.

In the first place, they're calling to tell me that they both have business to do.

Shelbren's job, when it comes to it, there will be one kind.

It's so rough that it comes with super.

If the conversation goes in a reluctant or unexpected direction here, they might go for the worst Sotch job.

"Okay. If that's the case, it's my specialty. Let the bakery bake the bread. Leave it to me."

He had the most crisp face of the day.

Probably the best here these days.

I want to do everything in my power to escape what I have to do.

Keith's motto is, "I don't want to hang out."

Knowing or not such a state of mind, Mallicht smiled and showed it.

"You're reliable. I hope so."

Keith grins back and caresses his chest down with relief.

Mallicht then turns to Shelbren.

"Well, Mr. Grosso. I want you to do something else."

"Ha. What is it like"

"You know that Borwaitz and Michelin are in a state of war, right?

Both Borweitz and Micheleef are the names of the country.

It was a less friendly country, but the war had just begun.

Although the cultures are similar between neighbouring countries, there is a clear difference in national power.

Borweiz is a small country with a small area and a commensurate military strength.

By contrast, Micheleef had both national and military power there.

Unless there is much left to do, the results are visible.

"Actually, there was contact from Borwaitz. He wants your help."

"Ugh."

It was Keith who groaned unexpectedly.

In fact, these two countries can both be countries that affirm racial discrimination.

Other than the so-called "human" race, it is a country that is not treated too well.

Beasts and goblin species, of course, dwarves and ravens.

And elves.

Every race is considered inferior to the "human" race.

A country like that is asking Metermaguito for help.

Normally, it would be impossible.

But there was only one possible reason.

"Help to this war. As a token of that, we're handing over all the elves in the country."

Give the elves in the country to Methermagito.

In return, I ask you to take on every favor.

It was a few precedents in history.

With the military power of Metermagito, it is possible, to be honest, to destroy these countries.

But that can be a lot of inconvenience.

The key elves may get caught up in the fight to help the elves.

There is no way to carry an elf if you can finally crush only the center and military power of that country.

In this world, long distance travel carries great dangers.

The presence of warcraft is making it difficult to get around.

Of course, that's not the only problem.

There is also a fear that it will be necessary to cross another country for the sake of war with that country.

There will be very few countries that will allow us to cross the army.

You may want to go through the sea, but the sea is where the Warcraft lives.

If we do not prepare carefully enough, there is a danger even if we need a combat airborne mobile island.

I wish I could ask a transit state, but unfortunately they are extremely reluctant to engage in "war".

You don't know what kind of grudges to buy, so naturally.

For distant countries, Metermagito is also holding hands.

The means to unlock it is the way it was earlier.

If it is a "peaceful" arrangement between countries, there will be many means at their disposal.

That's it. It's also possible to ask a transit country to transport on a large ship.

"There have been various obstacles, but one problem may be solved. Things are a little tough, but that's why I want you to do it."

That's what Mallicht said, smiling softly.

Keith, when it came to it, was letting his face catch on with grandeur.

Because it was more important than I thought.

Help to the war.

Such things have happened before.

Shelbren has traveled alone and destroyed combat airborne mobile islands.

In other words, the fact that Shelbren is hunted out in these cases could mean dealing with so much fighting power, I guess.

Or.

Are you going to destroy your opponent without leaving any shards?

Shelbren opened his mouth only slightly narrowing his eyes and barely changing his expression.

"May I ask you a question?"

"Of course. I don't mind."

"In other words, let's take this opportunity to destroy Mishreef. Does that mean"

To Shelbren's words, Keith breathed.

In wars between nations, it is not uncommon for one of them to perish.

In that case, it is normal for the losing country to be annexed to the winning country.

If we let them win, if we merge them, the condition of "all the elves in the country" will change the meaning as soon as possible.

"If both come together, we can save both elves."

Seeing Mallicht laughing that way, Shelbren breathed in quietly.

"Got it. Quickly, get ready. Who should I ask for more information?"

Shelbren tells you the same, calm way as usual.

Next to that, Keith was distressed by holding down his eyebrows.

Honestly, I appreciate you sparing me from being put into battle with Shelbren.

With the aftermath of a blast or other attack, there is also a risk of accidental death.

Of course I'm aware of the area, but Shelbren always has a series of attacks on his cheerful face when he accidentally dies just scratching them.

Keith thought it was a suicide in his hands, even if it was an ally position, such as standing on the same battlefield as Shelbren.

That's why Einfarble is easier, or not.

In some cases, Koch can also be terrible.

"I'm going to Eli..."

Keith was alone in a small voice that no one could hear.

That day, the man, who was always in the barrel, rarely walked out of the barrel and on his own feet.

He opens his back mouth wide, borrowed from members of the mercenary regiment, and packs his stuff.

I have some notebooks to change, but most of them are sweets.

"Oh, I wonder if this is the case."

Pack all the bags you have prepared, and the man closes his mouth across his back.

He then put his hands through a single-handed area called a shoulder belt or the like and lifted it in the form of a forward hold.

Normally, it would be on the back, but a man can't do it anyway.

The wings on his back are in the way.

"Huh. Honestly, a feather is a fube. These kinds of useful tools are generally not taken into account for people who do. Rather, it's not bad to have this. It's just a real inconvenience."

Complaining about the bump, the man starts walking in a sloppy movement with a bad posture.

Although the movement is cursory, it is probably because of the long legs.

The man was walking in the underground dock of Tuhiko at the pace there.

"Hmm!? What's wrong!?

To the voice of doubt suddenly called, the man looked back in a slow motion.

He was there, apparently walking while operating the terminal, Sathiko.

"Oh. Mr. Tuhiko. None."

"Yes, thank you. That's not it! Get out of the barrel, what's wrong!

"Huh? No. I was wondering if we could go to Agney's settlement."

"I see. I see!? Oh, are you going to be walking away!?

"I am, though. Oh, what. Is that so surprising?

Even strangely, the man said.

It would be stranger not to be surprised, given the way it's behaved so far.

"No, because I was wondering if they were going to roll around in the barrel."

"What's going on with my image? Sure, Tull was cozy. It's not easy to get around. I'll walk normally."

"Did you! No, you've wasted this."

The man tilts his neck to Tuhiko, who unfortunately frowns.

"That. What happened?

"No, actually, I have barrels for travel! You've wasted it, this is"

To the word, the man rounds his eyes.

"What's that? Awesome. Uh, okay, let's use that. It's a waste, and it's a waste. I don't think it's a good idea to waste it."

"I thought you'd say that! Now let me show you quickly!

Tuhiko laughs at Nico and puts his hands together with Patchouli.

He was the man who felt something black on that smile, but he could make it easier for now, so he decided not to care.

The man was brought to the upper level, close to the ground.

The ceiling has cuts in it and looks supported by a huge arm.

"This is the departure hatch! We're on disguised ground, and we can set off into the air!

With a tremendously sparkling smile, Tuhiko speaks fervently with his hands together in front of his chest.

It's a pretty long dialogue, but it wasn't in a man's ear.

Something tells me I don't like it.

"And well, they can fire a variety of fighters, but naturally air battleships can also be launched! I haven't finished the key air battleship, but I'm going to build it as long as I have the ingredients in place! Oh, I'm sure you'll make a beautiful addition! You may also want to show off to your brother! Master Red Sheath will always be delighted! Perhaps it will also help Fenghiko in his work!

Tuhiko keeps talking like a machine gun, repeatedly spreading his hands and matching them in front of his chest.

Something tells me about the magic ceremony and the lightening of the armor, but the man missed hearing more than half from right to left.

At that time, the green phosphorescent light leaks slightly from the area around the man's chest.

Did the man feel something, "Hmm?" He shrugged and looked up.

Then the spilled phosphor rises above and increases its number at once.

Gathered together to shape something, it quickly shaped the appearance of a woman.

It is an artificial spirit, Martina, based on the demonic stone embedded in the man's chest.

Tuhiko had added the ability to ride with Martina to the system of this underground dock.

If a man is in this dock, Martina is free to move around the dock.

It was specially built by Tuhiko because it is usually not far from the main body, the Demon Stone.

The effort to create such a thing should be considerable, but Martina was too good to let him play and put it down anyway.

I'm motivated, I'm an artificial spirit, so there's hardly any mistakes.

At one point, I was carrying a man to use martina, but on the way, he got dizzy and created a new feature.

Sotch's effort is less than that of moving a man, so a man's plenty will be disappointed.

Martina bowed her head respectfully when she confirmed the appearance of Tuhiko.

"Oh, Mr. Martina! What's the matter, sir?

"Yes, young people can go outside, so we were doing everything we could."

In response to Tuhiko's question, Martina answers with a gesture of gratitude.

As he was convinced, Tuhiko put his hands together.

"Did you! Because if the main body isn't in the dock, it doesn't make sense! Well, thank you for your support in speaking to Mr. Agney and the others!

"We will try to meet your expectations"

Anticipating the timing of the end of such a conversation between the two, the man raised his hand with a nasty one.

"Uh. So, where's the barrel for travel?

"Oh! I was! What I did told you! I can see it over there, it's me!

So what Earthhiko pointed to was something like a metal plate.

On a thick, rectangular sheet of iron, something that draws a line, should I say?

The lower part seems to be the foundation of the movable, creating an atmosphere that is likely to move.

"Uh. What's that?"

"That's an ejector, it's called a catapult! It's movable, and when the hatch above opens, you can point it up!

To Earthhiko, who speaks proudly, the man makes the complexion he sees look worse.

"Huh? What, is that it? Are you saying we're gonna hit the tar out with a catapult?

"Yes! You're right!

Earthhiko put his hands together with Patchouli with a good smile.

"No, that's on the boulder..."

"It's okay! It comes with a drop umbrella!

I don't know what's okay, but they have an umbrella for once.

Then you'll be fine!

was, it didn't turn out to be a boulder.

"No, no, no, no, no."

"Young"

Martina blocked the words of a man who tried to recruit something good in a slow tone.

"This is what Tohiko recommends."

No, I don't think so.

Though artificial, Martina is a spirit.

I was far more annoyed with divine upward and downward relationships than normal creatures.

"The one prepared by Tuhiko" seems more important than the safety of the man who is the Lord and the main body.

That's a hell of a place to say no.

"Don't worry! I've experimented with it several times at once, because there's no problem! What if, look! You have your own wings, too!

Have you only experimented "a few times" on top of "once"?

That is, I couldn't get into it.

I do have my own wings in the worst case, and I'll figure it out.

It will work out.

And I guess Martina won't disagree with that either.

"I'm going to Eli..."

The man shrugged and whispered like no one could hear him.

Still, he said, "Well, it's a pain in the ass to refuse." Look, "he thought," it's only going to be a boulder.