The God has moved to another world.

A Japanese girl made of white fabric joyfully runs through the night sky.

Light as the wind, kicking the universe where nothing is supposed to be.

That's all, the girl's body rose.

Reaching the top of the parabola, the girl twists herself to dance.

Then its body loses color and diffuses to dissolve in the wind.

The girl's body, which became like a white, thin veil, soon regains its shape, however.

As he begins to draw a loose falling trajectory, he regains his cohesion and turns into a girl figure.

Bring the same white hair in the wind as the costume, bundled in a high head position, narrowing the red eyes with pleasure.

While I was doing so, I came back to the height where I kicked the universe again.

Once again, the girl kicks the universe with the opposite leg this time.

Again, its body jumped forward, as light as it had been freed from gravity.

One step, another.

Like dancing, running through the sky like playing, the girl was mumbling a song.

"Out of the way! A token of this! Even that guy's tokoro." "

It is an idol group song, popular in Skeisler recently.

Clear, sung up in a beautiful voice it had become a few steps better than the original singer sang.

Girl with white hair and red eyes.

His identity is, needless to say, Kazuhiko.

Fenghiko was in such a good mood that her favorite song she remembered at her work destination, Skysler, came out with her mouth shut.

Because the job of delivering letters to each of Skysler, Guild and Hourika has, for now, come to a paragraph.

I still have work to do, but I must have finished my business for the moment.

If it does, there's only one job outside that stays.

It is to say hello to Mizuhiko, who is in Einfarble.

Knowledge of Mizuhiko had been received from Eltovael and the tree spirits.

In appearance, what character is it?

I know the approximate as knowledge.

Sometimes it looks horrible and disgusting like the red sheath.

It has a strangely difficult tone and a rather drastic personality.

So, just like the red sheath, it's strangely sweet.

The information that Eltovael and the tree spirits gave to Fenghiko could be described as memories themselves.

They were given knowledge itself, not letters or words.

That's infinitely close to what Fenghiko himself immediately experienced.

So even though it never happened directly, Fenghiko knows Mizuhiko very well.

I've never actually met him, but I know him well.

Fenghiko's chest was pounding with anticipation.

If I met him in person, I wonder how he would feel.

What conversation should I have?

I'm looking forward to talking, but I was also looking forward to seeing Mizuhiko in person.

The appearance of Mizuhiko resembles that of a red sheath.

The face of the red sheath, which has been grinning from day to day, is flanked with a faceless expression.

Reduce the appearance age to Agney level, and if it is cheeky, it becomes Mizuhiko.

So similar because Mizuhiko was created using the blood of the red sheath.

It can't be alike.

In other words, Mizuhiko is a children's red sheath.

That's right.

It is a children's version of the red sheath.

"That's absolutely adorable! Puffiness on your face with that badly eyed feeling!!

Hands on both cheeks, Fenghiko cleverly bowed herself in the air.

He is dyeing his white, smooth cheeks in cherry blossom color and leaking laughter with a melted face.

Fenghiko liked cute things.

Fluffy, puffy, yet blind, makes me want to cuddle when I see something like that.

When it comes to why it has become such a thought, it stems from an unplanned collaborative effort by Eltovael and the tree spirits.

Eltovael wanted me to work with a sense of purpose if I was to work at the corner.

Such feelings naturally belong to the Guardian who protects the land, and there is no need to worry about what he says otherwise.

Mizuhiko and Tuhiko were not blown into those things beforehand either, and they are diligently doing their jobs without having to do that.

Still, Eltovael was breathing "his attachment, his love for those who dwell on the land" into Windhiko.

For whomever you like, you can endure even hard work.

Working makes it fun.

Eltovael thought so from his own experience.

Therefore, I also wanted Kazuhiko to become the "I like it, so I can hang in there" wind.

If that were all, there wouldn't have been any problem.

Fenghiko should have become merciful and affectionate to the inhabitants of the land and devoted himself to them.

It should be, but another element thrown in there.

The crystals of power cast in by the hands of the tree spirits had an unexpected effect on those whom Eltovael blew in.

In them they entrusted various thoughts to their crystals.

Get along with Agney.

It's so cute. It's so cute.

I want potato chips.

I think the red sheath is a cooler type than Cowaii.

Quite well with everyone.

Such a variety of emotions and thoughts intertwined, as a result of what happened.

Fenghiko became "I love small, cute things related to the land under review".

This little animal is good too.

I want to love you because I don't want to.

Not only those things, but cuteness like the Agnies.

Makes me want to snuggle and cheek.

Of course, Mizuhiko is no exception.

That shitty feeling, that awful language.

A strange tenderness, even though it is relaxed, resembles a red sheath.

Fenghiko couldn't wait to see everything like that.

By the way, Earthhiko, who seems to apply to those conditions in the same way, was not the object of Fenghiko's love.

Obsession with magic until that vicious, exploratory.

An atmosphere where you don't seem to choose the means if it's for a purpose.

Because such things inspire Binbin to perceive the crisis in Fenghiko.

Of course it's not only that, but it's also horrible because it's a respectable person of the same sex.

The majority of the approximate reasons are the former, which I guess I have no choice.

In fact, both Red Sheath and Mizuhiko have parts that are no match for Sathiko.

Wherever you go, women are still strong.

Well, that's a raven and a horn.

It was Kazuhiko, who was wearing it while scorching, but as I recall, he changed his expression to something that seemed difficult.

Start roaring with your arms together as you draw a parabola into the sky.

"Um, but I don't know. I'm not even going to hold Mizuhiko against the boulder. It's not about siblings or anything because I'm a Guardian, but it's also about stroking my brother on a boulder..."

Sure, Fenghiko liked cute stuff, but that was what we call "love" level stuff.

Like Tuhiko, he didn't like it enough to say, "I like it to die."

It is an extremely common "love" to the extent that reason and restraint are advantageous.

It would also be a gift of "common sense" blown in by Ertvael that these pressures are profitable.

If it hadn't been for it, Fenghiko, like the other two pillars, would have had a blown personality.

"But hey, but hey. Good luck with your work, and I'd like to reward myself a little bit."

With a face like a bitter worm chewed up, Fenghiko sighed.

What I'm remembering is a conversation with the representatives of Skysler, Guild and Hourika.

Dear Trinity, all in different directions, all were crooks.

I guess it's kind of natural because he's a person in an important position in each organization.

Nevertheless, isn't it not very much that you can just be created and suddenly negotiate with such big guys?

Though it seemed good because it worked, if the other guy cut in, Fenghiko didn't have any confidence that he would be able to judge.

Of course, they have the greatest respect for the Guardian, Kazuhiko, so they don't have to say anything strongly.

On the contrary, he should be desperate to listen to Funghiko and strive to act as willingly as possible.

But that's not what I'm talking about.

Anxious things are anxious, and nervous things are nervous.

Because of the "common sense" of what is in the Guardian, Fenghiko is basically a small citizen.

Keep flying through the universe with your arms together for a while.

Vertically and horizontally, its appearance turned as if it had ignored the resistance of gravity and wind, as if it were dancing.

Suddenly, when Fenghiko makes a stiff look, he slaps Pong and his hand.

"Yes! Wouldn't it be okay if you were to stroke me instead of letting me stroke you?! I mean reward you for your hard work! It's not unnatural if you want me to!

It's nice to hold her and be cute, but isn't it hard to get her to stroke her?

Fenghiko nodded contentedly at my good idea.

"Well, is it time to get there?

Turn around and face in the direction of progress.

A place of purpose, in the sight of Kazuhiko, who narrowed his eyes so that he could see far away.

A view of Einfarble comes in.

Fenghiko spread his hands and legs wide as he hoisted the edge of his mouth for fun.

Then, Fenghiko's body begins to diffuse to dissolve in the air.

Fenghiko, who quickly became like a white veil, diminishes further from it.

It melts into the air and moves into the wind itself.

He is the artist who can do it because he is Kazuhiko, a being who breathed life into the wind itself.

It wouldn't be so convenient to move without anyone's eye.

If this happens, it's pretty hard to find what Fenghiko looks like.

It is also impossible to detect magic that is quite superior.

That would be impossible if you weren't a similarly qualified Guardian or an angel.

Fenghiko goes for Einfarble in a straight line, staying that way.

Go into the city as you are and get into the shape of a person in the right place.

I plan to go see Mizuhiko in the morning.

Fenghiko began to descend into a painting of Einfarble, leaping his chest for pleasure.

Fenghiko descends to Einfarble, not long ago.

The company of the Red Sheath had gathered those who guarded the land under review.

Asako, the red sheath and Eltovael are, of course, tree spirits.

Earthhiko, Enchanted Dragon, and the Lake Spirits.

Mizuhiko and Fenghiko should have been added here, but unfortunately they are both out of the land now.

"Aren't I the lowest end of the scene?

Unexpectedly a red sheath whining about that would also be a nodding situation.

An angel who is closest to God.

God, the Guardian co-created by the world trees, spiritual trees, and mediators.

Enchanted Dragon, a natural guardian.

Trees that follow many spirits.

Even the most numerous lower spirits are the least numerous in the world.

By the time I was in Japan, the load would have won too much for Red Sheath, who couldn't help but deal with a pillar of the inferior god that there were eight million.

"No. Um, because Red Sheath is God. You're also the land god of the land reviewed."

It was Eltovael who told me to fool the anxious red sheath.

Eltovael goes on to say more to the red sheath, which still has a hard look on its face.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine with that."

"Ah, so is that, isn't it? I'm a land god for once, too, right? It's the hardest place to be in front of a building. I don't know much about Kyod, do I?"

Eltovael told me, and the red sheath made his dwelling right.

Though the expression is still hard, it seems to have calmed down.

From the earthly hiccups who saw it, there was a whirlwind.

"I calmed the red sheath in that state in an instant..."

"Even though it usually feels weirder reluctant or humble, weird"

"It's a boulder, Lady Eltovael. Do sinful angels differ in character?"

Whether it was an enchanted dragon or a tree spirits, the low self-esteem of the red sheath was plagued by a variety of things.

I always had trouble dealing with it, but Eltovael's handiness seemed admirable.

Eltovael purposefully coughed his surroundings and shut him up, opening the booklet he had in his hand.

It is a schedule of proceedings, which was prepared in advance.

The fact that angels look difficult with paperwork is also quite a surreal picture.

However, I guess it comes from her nature to stick around in the case of Eltovael.

"Anyway. I would also like to share my current situation in order to see our future course of action"

The purpose for which we gathered today was as Eltovael said.

It's a reviewed land with a little bit of reconstruction going on, but a situation where we're still working apart.

Many don't know what each one is doing.

I'll do exactly what I have.

But managing land is a big deal, and it's a complicated job.

That alone is often inefficient.

Location-by-location collaboration is important.

That is why we also need to know what each other is doing in the future.

Today is the first time.

"So long, from Mr. Enchanted Dragon"

Encouraged by Eltovael, the enchanted dragon nodded loudly.

Incidentally, the current enchanted dragon has a compact size of about 2m in length.

Because of all the interruptions when it is large, it has been in this size a lot lately.

There's no majesty or anything, but there's nothing to worry about anyway, so there's nothing wrong with that.

"We're expanding parts of the nest to create facilities for our guests. By the time the guests who are due to come from Skeisler, Houlika and the Alliance arrive, they will have managed to complete it."

"You came around the corner, but you didn't have anywhere to stay."

Red sheath puts his arms together and says, nodding.

Indeed, the land reviewed so far does not have any facilities to welcome visitors.

Sharsherish kougaku is herself in Agney's settlement, and the Galtic mercenary regiment is sleeping in Tuhiko's lab.

Nearly both may be referred to as places for internal use and not places where guests can stay.

So we decided to build a visitor facility in the nest of the Enchanted Dragon.

It's just like a dungeon in Las Bosses, but it wouldn't have been easier to stay.

But unfortunately, there was nothing here to point that out.

Anyway, there's no other place that looks good.

We just have to get them to compromise.

"With regard to the interior, we are to leave it to the Temple of Tuhiko and the Gartic Mercenaries"

"Yes, it is to be left to you"

It was Sathiko who raised his voice to take over the Enchanted Dragon.

Tuhiko grinned with joy as he paired his hands with Patchouli.

"Walls and floors are made by pressing and consolidating soil. Colors, wallpapers, and carpets are meant to be made magically with ingredients in place. I'm not saying it's a first-class item, but you can have a lot of it."

"What's that? Awesome. It's fantasy."

"From the point of view of Master Red Sheath, it's certainly a fantasy"

In the red sheath, which looks impressed, Eltovael does not empty to get a hand in each other.

Sathiko looked at it and narrowed her eyes for fun.

"I really wish I could get my brother some furniture or something, because I haven't been able to secure the route yet. It's hard to buy a lot of baggage."

"I'm going to make this invitation to make sure I can do that. - Logistics will be needed to ensure logistics. It sounds ironic."

"The only way I can bribe you is to bribe yourself. First of all, we will not finish and see to the extent that we are not ashamed to welcome our customers!

When I saw Earthhiko laughing with both hands together, the red sheath nodded as if relieved.

That's all, I guess I trust Tuhiko.

Ertovael and Enchanted Dragon look so anxious, but naturally I don't notice the red sheath.

These two thought that Tuhiko probably wouldn't do anything busy.

And Tuhiko will not betray that anxiety in ten and eighty-nine years.

Trust is built in an unpleasant way.

Eltovael shakes his head and switches his mind for a moment.

"Er, Mr. Tuhiko next. You're from the Galtic Mercenaries."

"Yes. Negotiations with Mr. Agney and the others were going well, and now we are in the interim contract phase. The guy in the barrel did a great job!

Earthhiko smiled deeper, banging Pattiri and his hands.

In fact, barrel man, you can tell Dilloud did a good job.

Because I really smoothly resolved my discussions with Agney and the others that I thought would be difficult to navigate.

Agney is a very distinctive species.

From common sense, which can be placed in "Sea Plains and Nakahara," it is a deviant species.

Even if it's a deviation, it's only salvation that I'm flying in some cute direction.

"Equipment, but we are currently in the process of developing it. There are a few that are already up in the practical phase, but it will still take a little while to test whether they can be used at the operational level, etc. Even after that, I'd still like to take a moment to train you to use it."

"Uh, yeah, right -. After all, when a professional does a decent job, it takes time -. I don't think there's any other way around it. Instead, you should think you're doing a good job."

The immediate purpose of the Galtic mercenary regiment is to "search for, and in some cases recapture, the captured Agnies".

There are many different cases that I can think of, so I've never been able to get as much gear as I can.

Also, even if I had prepared it, it wouldn't make sense if I couldn't use it, so I would have to take the time to acquire the technology.

I've never rushed over, but if I have to move to execution and fail, I don't have an ex or a child.

Fortunately, as far as their work was concerned, there was no need to take the status quo and hurry.

From what Eltovael has investigated, there is no Agney present who is in urgent need of rescue.

Agney was a rare being that Metermagito was craving, and that was what was guaranteeing their own safety.

It is an unparalleled examination of the "Angel of Reveal Sin".

It can be said that information is more trustworthy than any other.

"To get ready, let me take the time for you. There's nothing to rush about. Hey - when I was a land god in Japan, it was a slow job and a lot of annoyance around me. I didn't make a mistake for once because you took your time, did you? Now I wonder if it's because I didn't get stuck - already. Well, that would be rude compared to me or something!

"No, because the Red Sheath is God. I think Mr. Red Sheath's work is much more important."

The red sheath is nodding in what convinces me, whether I hear the scratches of Eltovael or not.

Red sheath, they do a more difficult job with the Galtic Mercenaries than they do with themselves.

Well, naturally, that can't be true.

The book of the day. That's what God thinks, so I guess there's nothing I can say.

Ertvael coughs gently with Cohon as he rolls the paperwork back into the compartment.

"Next, the tree spirits."

"Ha! I'm helping Master Red Sheath do her job!

"Masoo!!

"Good luck."

"I'll have it pounded -!

"You need help first!

The spirits of other trees make a noise, as they follow the mediator, who is the representative.

They can't stand still.

But no one can blame it.

The spirits of the trees didn't start like this.

They look a lot bigger, but they're just kids.

"It's great."

"Yeah, I've always had you hanging in there."

The red sheath nodded happily at Eltovael, who smiled.

Still the spirits of your children's trees, but their abilities are eye-catching.

In any case, the red sheath, which is God, raised it from his hand, it is a divine tree.

They are worldly trees, spiritual trees, mediators, and so forth.

He always looks like he's playing, but his fruit is growing up to be a very good red sheath aide.

"Finally, then, the spirits of the lake. Please."

It was the Spirit of Light that prompted Eltovael to move forward.

It is called the War Maiden, and its appearance is that of a beautiful woman in a war outfit.

It is a being called a superior spirit or a great spirit, and its appearance is full of majesty that ordinary human beings may inadvertently fall asleep if they see it.

Nevertheless, it's the lowest end of the spectrum.

Regardless, the red sheath is frightening.

The war maiden was frightened for a moment when she saw it, but Eltovael urged the gesture alone to continue.

At times like this, it's easier to flush it, but the red sheath is easier to regain calm.

"With the guidance of Master Red Sheath, Floating Island is well on the way to completion. I was wondering if it would soon be possible for Red Sheath to use it as a relay base to manage the land."

The floating island of the lake, which was undergoing demonic modifications due to the hands of the red sheath, was to be used not only as a residence for the spirits, but also as a relay when the red sheath managed the land.

As easy for the spirits to live in, various forces are stored as crystals on floating islands.

For the red sheath, which has the perverse ultra-technology peculiar to Japanese gods, it can be called a terribly easy-to-use land management device.

I oversee it to make it easier for me to use, but it's something similar to a single piece of special order.

"Hey. I'm really sorry. I'll make sure you don't get in the way of your place."

"No! No way, that's what happens! I'm so scared!

Before the red sheath, which grinned bitterly with sorrow, the maiden of war had wandered off.

I can't help it. We'll talk.

They spirits have a good understanding of what the existence of God is in this world.

Because I understand, God, who normally shouldn't even be approaching me, is baffled by the situation in front of me laughing naggingly.

Most of all, from the red sheath, the spirits living in the lake are so high above themselves.

You'll have to get used to both of these things.

Eltovael had seen that something could be done after two hundred or three hundred years.

Conversely, I don't know what I can do until then, but I give up.

"So that's it for starters? If you have any questions, etc."

"Yes."

What a red sheath it was to Eltovael's words that he raised his hand first.

Eltovael rounds his eyes to less likely aggressive behavior from time to time.

"Yes, Master Red Sheath. Did you have something to worry about?

"I mean, I care, or I have a good idea!

Ertvael tilted his inner neck as he strained at no time.

Other faces, they dive into their eyebrows wonderfully or look surprised.

As the red sheath stood her finger, she began to talk about the continuation.

"Next time, we're going to have our own meal, aren't we?"

Those who were to be invited by Skeisler, etc. were only to provide accommodation.

Unfortunately, because there is no one in the land now under review who can cook.

The cooking area was planned to be prepared, but we were supposed to have our own ingredients brought, cooked and eaten.

It's a very rude story, but, well, this is God's side, so let's have a big look at it.

That's what was going on.

The more I look at them, the more I don't care about that, the more I'm honored to go into the land under review.

But the Red Sheath, the OMOTENASI Japanese god, thought it shouldn't.

"I've been thinking about it! I was wondering if anyone could cook! Worst case scenario, I was just wondering if I should ask Mr. Amvalence!?

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

It is also the unbalance of the supreme god by making it a light sun god at the top level in the god world.

If the red sheath asks me, I'll tell you.

"Hey, I'm the sun god on the boulder!? I can do that. Ok! I don't know if I should try!!

Say, etc., we could make a cheap deal.

If that happens, it will be a terrible thing.

But the boulder red sheath knows that, too.

"No, that's a joke about boulders, isn't it? That's a raven as a horn, think about it, and you were alone! Someone who can cook, someone who seems to be able to call me here!

"Someone I think I can call...... no way"

He was an eltovael with a strange face for a moment, but I guess he had someone in mind.

Clouding his expression, frowning to gloat.

The red sheath looks confident and says it off with a calm face.

"I think it would be appropriate for Mr. Anis to stay at the inn where Mizuhiko is staying!

Eltovael held his head when the name of the suggestion came up.