The God has moved to another world.

Occasionally in this world "Sea Plains and Middle Plains", humans emerge with strong powers that do not fly away.

A monstrously stained being that can fight the armies of a single country properly.

You think you're good at sabotage or you're good at personal control?

In that sense, I do not mean to say "can fight decently" as a "can fight".

Purely, directly from the front, we can cross each other with force and power.

I grind with pure violence, as if I were to bruise what I call the violence of numbers, the power of solidarity, etc.

Such a human being exists in this world.

Why is there such a mutated thing?

It has to do with magic full of this world.

The identity of what is called magic is "a kind of power used by the gods in their creation".

A fragment of the power that will make this world and make it the world it is.

Naturally, there is no way that a mere organism can use such a thing.

to the extent that the refinement can handle a limited portion.

Nevertheless, we can benefit enough that things are just things and that is just too much for twelve.

In fact, if you look at the development of this world's magical civilization, that should be convincing.

But.

Exceptions exist in everything.

It is rare that forces that are supposed to be used only at some extreme ends are created that are "somewhat" used.

Though only "to some extent," it is the power used by the gods.

Compared to many other normal organisms, the difference becomes obvious.

They have also become comparable to spirits, or guardians made by gods, which are not within the control of man.

It is a "monster" that wields half the power of a natural disaster.

So far, the lives of those who possess such power, the four, have been confirmed.

“of steel." Shelbren Grosso.

“Paper scraps." Paper snow sai.

“The Absolute Wall of the Border." Hauser Blackman.

“One Corner” Heinkel Climas.

Though of different kinds and tendencies, it is like destroying them all alone if they are small countries.

Wrong treatment results in immediate desperate destruction.

A willing disaster, is a word that refers to them, a common perception of nations all over the world.

The only salvation would be to say that they each "serve the country".

Each of the four is at the behest of the nation.

Reasons, circumstances are different from one another.

But it can be controlled to some extent, not at all disorderly, like a "real disaster".

You won't be able to be optimistic, but still should be enough to stroke your chest down with relief.

So far, nothing like these four fighting "at all costs" has happened.

Occasionally, they were put into battle to show their strength.

But it's just a kind of "demonstration" to prove their power.

Shelbren's intervention in the war between Borweiz and Micheleef was truly part of it.

For "monsters", such as wars between small nations, it is only a stage for showing off one end of strength.

So it is.

A country like that that gets its hands on them, it won't be the first.

If you ask me, being itself is a deterrent.

Fortunately, the world situation is stable at present.

Of course, every country is looking at each other to some extent.

Nevertheless, speaking of nations is one that creates friction if it exists, and if it is to the extent of glaring, it can be said that peace itself.

There is no war between the great powers.

Because of that, nothing has happened that the four monsters would wager their full strength to fight.

The world is nothing.

So far, four people with monster stained powers exist only as "deterrents".

Well.

So far, we're talking about.

The four forces, called monsters, are said to be antagonistic.

Especially since they had different specialties.

Can I say that each one has a different type or quality of strength?

For example, Shelbren calls himself a "knight".

You can call yourself a knight when it comes to running and fighting the "tank silvrin top" you've created.

When it comes to paper snow says, they are often called "magicians".

Gain all magical depths held by the magical state Stenglaire and use them as if they were hands and feet.

An approximate human comes to mind, you could say that the magician's image remains intact.

Thus, each of them has a different direction of strength.

Worldwide, it is assumed to be "roughly equivalent" under various circumstances.

Nevertheless, it is a person's sexuality that blooms into a topic like finding fine differences and saying "~ so ~ is stronger".

Talks like "who's strongest" would be something many humans prefer.

If this is between ordinary people, it should be a delightful topic.

But if this were to be something of a position like "Ghost of Skysler” Binkert Subainku, the story would change dramatically.

There's no fun there, it just becomes a "problem you have to think about threatening your country".

"Of those four monsters, I think I'm the best, Shelbren Grosso."

As he walked fast down the hallway in the harbor facility, Binkert told his men to blur following him.

There is a rush on my face and I bite my teeth hatefully from time to time.

"He doesn't have the strength to screw the dragon species with his bare hands, or the kind of magic that crosses the Great Spirit. Of course, of those four. If we're normal people, we can't even talk about it."

You're not human.

I thought I'd do that, but I kept my mouth shut.

Because I've done that penetration of my hand hundreds of times, and I've been binkelled.

"Shelbren has the power to destroy the walls with his bare hands, as well as the magic of the Great Spirit. That's just it, Yabe. Yabeye in twelve minutes. But what he does best are technicians, researchers, producers and developers. In terms of making things like horns on a raven."

While talking, Binkert is busily operating a communication terminal in his hand.

We can send a text to another terminal in a remote location. We use it to give instructions to people.

"For example, even if he's left alone in the desert, he'll make a magic device out of just the ingredients there and come back. He has the knowledge and skill to do that. Of course, we have a good ability to develop what we have today and build something better. Because of him, Metermagito's technical skills have advanced for two generations."

With a bitter face. That said, I step on my feet strongly.

From time to time Binkert had a bad leg habit and a habit of kicking something when he was in a bad mood.

I don't have anything to kick in this place, so I guess I'm putting my strength on my stepping leg and distracting myself.

"He's also good at designing something from scratch. He has armor and tanks. producer, producer and designer. Normally, I would make something like made out of a country guru by myself. And use it for granted. Naturally, the things you make and the technology you do can be used by someone else. In other words, Metermagito will only develop if he makes something."

Binkert turns around and stares at the faces of his men who were following him.

"I know what that means! I don't know what Yarrow's quality is, but there it is! What do you think will happen if we become hostile! They design, produce and attack. In some cases, they might make something just to attack us. They're attacking me with a bunch of remotely operable weapons. I don't know, they'll come for granted. So. That monster belongs to you, it sucks because you're a big country for fingerprints!

Abominably, step on the community too.

If you look at the trick alone, it looks like a boy with the appearance, but the content of the words is not with it.

Into its contents, it is a soul that has remained in this world for more than two thousand years.

"No, you don't. The worst part is that I'm already surrounded by another country!! Shit!! He's going to our country, I wish he'd been able to cross some technical limits by now! That's right, by now, one-third of the world share, no! Half of it was ours!!

With sincere regret, Binkert exclaimed.

Even blood reflexes seem to convey a dying sense of remorse from the look of being likely to vomit.

Well, he's actually dead.

"Horn on the rabbit! It means he sucks, besides his own fighting power. If you exaggerate a little, it affects the likelihood of the world itself. He who can do that alone can fight from the front with the country. It's just a nightmare. Damn it! How could you not have been born in our country!!

Binkert screams all the time as he steps on his feet with a twinkle.

I've been doing that for a few seconds, but I guess I soon calmed down.

When I quietly correct my residence, I fix the mess in my clothes and walk out on my early feet again.

Are your men familiar with it? There are no signs of particular upset.

"That's the kind of bad guy he is. Be careful how you treat them. In case you're in a good mood or not, it's not weird to be erased. Oh, shit. I wonder why you weren't born in Aitsu's country, then by now..."

I guess I won't give up much longer.

Binkert continued to move his legs, complaining of bumps.

The port of Skeisler was close to what we call an "airport" on Earth.

Next to the departure area is the terminal building, where a variety of facilities are gathered, including boarding ticket offices and shops.

Shelbren and two of his immediate men, the knights, were sitting on the bench in the waiting room there.

We are waiting for the departure of the ship to Borwaiz.

I have already left my luggage at the airport and all I have in my hand is something like an attash case, which looks light.

Their outfits were not like military uniforms.

Shirts, pants, etc., are really rough.

There are a lot of guests here, so I refrained from wearing anything that would make me feel intimidated.

However, due to the force on Shelbren's own face, he may be slightly distanced from the surrounding guests.

The face of one of my men was still strangely compelling, and the atmosphere was out in the van that wasn't the cat's business.

One of the others is a woman, who looks uncomfortable somewhere.

With Shelbren and another intimidation, they're noticing people pulling around.

Nevertheless, I guess I'm not even going to tell the other two to "be a softer face".

Something looks like I gave up, and I sigh.

When the female knight looked up, something popped into her eyes.

He looks like someone who eats and walks like a burger.

The female knight who saw it makes her expression shine all the time.

"Wow. Look at that, Captain Grosso! The vegetables that are pinched even though those people are eating them! It looks so fresh. Yikes!

To the words, Shelbren smiles bitterly.

Metermagito was a country with very little arable land.

For this reason, vegetables are luxury items that are not available inside.

In contrast, vegetable production is very high in this country, where the harbour is located.

Fresh and delicious vegetables, cheap and available.

Snacks with plenty of vegetables are also sold at food outlets that target customers in waiting rooms.

"Oh, it's rarely in my mouth. I have time anyway, and do you want to buy something to eat"

The Shelbrens had arrived at the port quite a bit earlier than the embarkation time in order to load their luggage.

Anyway, this time the luggage is weapons-like.

Care must be exercised, even above caution.

It must be natural to come early and get ready.

It is also my job to wait, although I have not been spared much time because of it.

Nevertheless, it is also true that there is nothing to do in the meantime.

Then I just thought about eating something delicious, and you won't be punished.

The female knight stands up at will and starts searching for her purse.

Shelbren sat next to him, turning his face toward the male knight.

I guess I immediately perceived that intention.

The male knight nodded one and stood up.

"We'll just wait anyway. I'm hungry myself, and it's good to keep something in."

To the words of the male knight, the female knight nods happily and again.

"That's right! Let's eat something! The salad system is good, the sandwich system is good, no... Ah! This country tastes good bread too -! Wheat would be nice!

"I don't care what I am. It's a luxury for the captain anyway."

"Really awesome!? Well, let's eat a lot!

To the male knight, who jokes and tells, the female knight put his hands together and let his eyes shine.

Looking at the two of them, Shelbren looks deliberately at them.

"Dude, when did we get to talk like that?

"Well, well. Isn't that good? It's also called merit to luxury your men."

"So! If you eat something delicious, you'll be motivated a lot!

The three of us were laughing as we said that, but the look instantly turned into something sharp.

Run your gaze around to be alert and reach for the accessories you are wearing.

of slightly boneless making. They are not what they appear to be.

Made of iron, its surface is sculpted.

That was the incorporation of the "carved iron magic" used in Metermagito.

It's disguised as an accessory, like a kind of dark vessel.

When it comes to dark vessels, the performance itself is high, as is the ability of the user.

If you were a soldier in alliance, you wouldn't be enemies where you bundled up.

As the two men send their guard to the people, Shelbren, who confirms it, turns his body in a certain direction.

Beyond that was a beautiful boy with cold spines.

Even the beauty and the prestigious elves have an even physique in a face that seems like nothing like it would be.

It emits a glow and demon that seems very unthinkable from the appearance that would still be young.

That's the kind of boy I take for granted to sneer and fall in love with.

But Shelbren had a dark, ominous odor behind him that he couldn't wipe away.

Border of life and death.

It's like feeling in your, or the other person's, situation.

Or the smell of graveyards and battlefields at the end of battle.

If you say it in moonlight terms.

Smells like death, but I just said.

Why do you feel that from such a boy?

Normally, I would almost tilt my neck.

But Shelbren was rather convinced of it.

Because the moment I saw him and felt the stench of death, I thought to myself who he was.

If that's the case, I'm also convinced of the "unpleasantly well made body of crops" that the amateur doesn't know so.

The death-smelling boy took several men and women behind him and walked straight to the Shelbrends.

He comes in front of the three of them with a smile on his face and stops.

After putting it down for a beat, I bowed my head respectfully.

"Thank you very much for using our port today. I manage and operate our port, Skysler. I am serving as its Prime Minister, my name is Binkert Subainku."

Those who lined up behind Binkert also drowned their heads deeply.

Look, it's the harbor staff uniform you're wearing.

Binkert smiled as he slowly raised his face.

A glossy smile, like a sigh.

Especially Shelbren was concerned about the foul feeling of stickiness deep in it, and couldn't afford to get drunk on beauty.

I've been feeling it since I first saw it, a drooling, heedless chill.

I guess that is a sign peculiar to Binkert where he is a Necromancer and himself a Necromancer.

Shelbren caught a glimpse of him about to flatter his face.

The other party is the Chancellor of another country.

You can't have a strange attitude.

Well, no matter how much you pay, you're the one who's going to take care of you.

Though I consider myself a boneless Shelbren, the idea came to mind to such an extent that I had to be rude.

"Metermagito, Dear Shelbren Grosso, Head of the Iron Wheel Knights. Dear Hurley Byrne ClaudiWeather, Dear Lisalise Dreaux, And, I'll show you, are you sure?

"Definitely. Will this be your first time greeting you in person? I saw you at the banquet in Houlika before."

"Oh! Was it Master Left! That, without even saying hello!

To Shelbren's words, Binkert looks open and surprised.

I exaggerate a little and have a play, but I don't get the impression that I dislike it at all.

"No. I am a knight. In the first place, I am not in a position to speak directly with His Excellency the Chancellor."

"It's outrageous! Master Grosso's name is on the border. It resonates all the way to the country! I'm the one who didn't expect to see you in person like this!

Binkert and Shelbren continued their unusual conversation.

I think it was a lot of trouble, Shelbren, but I also understand that there is no choice.

When it comes to dating one country to another, it can be a pain in the ass.

It was a shelvren that I couldn't think of a particular topic, but I would have said boulder business.

Binkert looks used to it and lets the conversation play.

In time, we continued the conversation for a few minutes, and Binkert slapped his hand like it was gone.

"Oh, already at this hour! I've spoken too much! In front of the famous Master Grosso, he seems overexcited!

"No, welcome."

"Damn, I'm sorry! I don't mean to apologize, but I was actually going to use it for you. We have prepared a dedicated lounge for the members of our port. I know we still have a long way to go before the ship's admission begins. If you'll excuse me, please relax."

Shelbren was slightly surprised by the offer.

Speaking of the harbor lounge, it's a VIP-only waiting room.

I've never actually used them, but they say they're incredibly luxurious.

You think the big merchants and nobles will use it, so you can get a fairly high level of service?

Because it is such a place, there is no way of saying it is free.

Famous for its hospitality and hospitality, the Skysler-owned lounge was also famous for its high royalties.

"No, that. I'm on a mission..."

A female knight, Lisalyse, turned to Shelbren with a bitter face.

I give Shelbren a nice ear whilst sparkling his expression.

"Don't be nice. Awesome! Anyway, I don't have anything to do until I get there. Shit!

"Sure it is..."

Lisalyse is right, there's nothing to do until we get to Borweiz, which is local.

There's no reason to be all over it because we're on a mission, but we don't have to be too careful.

Binkert lifted one hand as he smiled at the Shelbrens.

Apparently, he signaled his men behind him.

"If you don't seem to mind, please, don't worry! Because I have a lower heart, too. In this period, I hope that Master Grosso will remember his name. That's why I won't take your time."

Before Binkert, who laughed like a prank, Shelbren showed a slightly contemplative trick.

And sigh in bittersweet laughter.

"Because of the courtesy of the corner. Let me sweeten you."

"That's great! Soft drinks for alcohol. Snacks and treats such as fresh salads will also be served. Please, relax until your departure time. For guidance, please contact the person in charge."

When Binkert said so, the airport clerk woman who was holding back walked forward.

Apparently, they'll give you guidance.

Shelbren said thank you and goodbye and walked out as prompted.

Shelbren roared small as he walked about behind the conductor.

Lisalyse, who sees it, speaks out with a grumpy smile.

"" Ghost of Skysler, "that was amazing! Me, I've never seen a haunt before!

"Choose a few more words. His Excellency the Prime Minister of another country."

To Lisalyse's grasp, the male knight, Hurley, glanced.

Lisalyse makes a face to the point that she's gone.

A glimpse of the interaction between the two, Shelbren leaks his sigh.

"More than that. The question is why he was here. It's a masterpiece that has supported Skysler for centuries."

"Sure. I'm curious. Though, I thought it was Deputy Keith's job to look around it. I can't think of anyone else here but his land."

Hewley is right, there is a great fear that it involves "abandoned land".

I can't think of another matter.

But the most probable thing around here right now would still be related to "abandoned land".

If so, then Keith Maxwell, the deputy chief of the Iron Wheel Knights currently seconded to Einfarble, “Shadowcross”, should look into it.

It's not something the Shelbrens should think about on another mission.

"That's right. Besides, if you have to, you can just let me and Mr. Hewley disappear. If you just think about breaking it, you can handle it!

"You don't look good on my face. You're a mess. As always."

To Lisalyse straining her chest, Hurley shook her head in a frightened manner.

"Is it that easy to get there? They've been dead for 2,000 years. Say it, it's a monster."

"I don't think that's what the captain would call it."

"That's right! Which is the most dangerous thing, Captain Shelbren!

Must be, Lisalyse laughs with pleasure, as Huley laughs at me.

After a glimpse of those two, Shelbren shook his head like he was tired.

Back in the room, Binkert leaned on his back looking exhausted as he sat down in his chair.

The doll's body doesn't have a sweating function, so it also looks cool on its face.

But if it were a living body, it would have been snug with cold sweat.

"" Dragon Knight ”to Hurley,“ Grilled ”Lisa Lise, huh? Among the Iron Wheel Knights, they also take two people who specialize in firepower. Well, there's no cover. We're going to burn Micheleef to the ground."

When I saw Binkert blurry with a sly face, my men looked at each other.

One of them speaks out, wondering.

"Um, I'm a military outsider. Two other people besides Shelbren Grosso, are they famous?

"I mean, the Iron Wheel Knights are all, that way. Then they're celebrities. I'm going to be able to fight quite a bit, but if those two come at the same time, I guess I'll be soooo necked."

The two thousand years are not Dada.

Its combat capabilities, which have been cultivated over the years, have been considerable.

The path Binkert has taken is far from flat.

In the meantime, I had many opportunities to go directly into battle myself.

Instead, Binkert's original specialty is on that side.

If it was meant to be, it wouldn't suit Binkert's sexuality to be behind it or around this and the measures.

It is the direct beating that is the preference and the real thing.

That binkel says if you do it with those two, you lose.

But that was pure fact.

"Our Pryan Blue would do something about it. I don't even take a crack at those two opponents. Iron Wheel Knights, about five opponents would do it. But it's harder than that."

“Multiple" Pryan Blue is Skysler's greatest power.

Even that girlfriend said it would be harder if she had more numbers than that.

Of course, there can be no such thing as a total of five Iron Wheel Knights.

If it is mobilized, "Skysler's Maximum Battle Power" will be defeated.

That means a lot.

On the military side, Skysler will defeat one Iron Wheel Knights.

Binkert's words suggest it.

"But it's scarier. Even with all of its Iron Wheel Knights, Shelbren Grosso said he would kick it with a cool face. Talk to me directly. Okay. I knew it would be an arrangement that would lead directly to ruin if we were to be hostile."

Look up and stare at the ceiling to contemplate.

Rubbing, Binkert sat back in his chair, slapping both cheeks to get in the mood.

Since it is the doll's body, it should have little effect, but I guess it is a matter of mood.

"Over there and over here, if you don't mind, you're about to see something, hey, no!

At present we are involved with the land under review and we do not know for what reason it will be hostile to Metermagito.

The Agnies in his land will want Metermagito so much that he can get his hands out of his throat.

That's why I'm actively involved, so I'm not necessarily wrong about Metermagito's mood.

Pretty dangerous situation.

But that's where business opportunities are rolling.

Binkert slapped his desk with both hands as he smiled at the full face, people's evil looks.

"Look, Temey and the others! This is the Iron Fire Yard! It's on the edge of something to be able to chew one on the reviewed land Gotagota or to get the job of sending in the Iron Wheel Knights! I'm dying, staring and deafening!! Missed out on business opportunities!!

Everyone on the spot returned a breathtaking reply to Binkert, who raised his voice in a lively manner.