The God has moved to another world.

Enchanted Dragon's Nest, on the corner of the reviewed land.

The lowest level of the place, which is a giant dungeon spanning dozens of floors underground.

In that place where the enchanted dragon is the bedding for resting feathers, the enchanted dragon of the day stands with a bewildered look.

The bottom of the deep vertical hole, the bottom of the dungeon, originally just had a horizontal hole like a natural cave.

The big hole that holds the Enchanted Dragon's giant is what kept its mouth open like the mouth of an organism.

But.

What is now in front of the Enchanted Dragon was a complete departure from such natural shaping.

Built above a few stairs are transparent glass doors.

At first glance, it doesn't look like a cave.

It's somewhat of a burly artifact and looks like a hotel or some kind of doorway that looks expensive.

The impression would be even stronger if you walked inside the door.

In any case, it is actually a place made with reference to famous hotels in Kunikuni.

The entrance hall is filled with carpets with long hairy feet, lined with calm, windy conditioning.

The dance floor of the central staircase was decorated with giant paintings, as promised.

Drawn are eight trees and three companies.

It depicts the center of the land reviewed.

The superior spirits painted it. It's quite powerful.

It would be because of its subject matter and the power of what it wrote that even makes you feel a certain sanctity in what you see.

By the way, what was first decorated in this place was another painting.

The subject is "The Red Sheath and the Ambalance that are confronting which can make the sound-effect sound of the game and the Carienes and the Tree Spirits that see it and laugh".

There are more ratios of God and similar things that can be placed on the screen, and when it comes to divinity, it's divine.

Eltovael's strong resistance made it a stash.

I'd say you did a really good job.

Well.

Not only the entrance hall, but the accommodation itself is a luxurious creation.

The interior was large and divided into three parts.

The hallway stretches from the entrance hall, which is the center, to the three floors, each of which breaks up into each room like a branch leaf.

There is no hallway between each floor and there is no way to get to or from the entrance hall except through it.

This was because it was a conscious creation of the three forces that would come this time.

In the form of having one group stay on each floor together, you don't have to make any extra contact.

Dimensions that make it easier to manage.

It is, of course, Eltovael's idea.

There are many other advantages, but when I explain everything, it seems to be just a few hours of lecture.

It was an enchanted dragon that was asked about it because it was about my nest for once, but I couldn't remember everything because my consciousness was distant along the way.

Eltovael's classes are polite and easy to understand, but they're just long.

By the way, Funghiko, who I was listening to with, has passed out in about five minutes of the start.

Tuhiko was on the spot, too, and until the end I heard, "I knew Mr. Ertvael was black," he said with a very good smile.

The Enchanted Dragon wonders how much it was because that Earthhiko is black.

Well, anyway, yeah.

Needless to say, it was Sathiko and the others who decided to do this to the nest of the Enchanted Dragon.

There is no longer a prototype as a nest.

This stuff is just a fancy hotel.

Of course, it also serves as a proper nest for enchanted dragons.

Besides the three floors for the rooms, there are floors dedicated to the Enchanted Dragon.

It's at the end of a large, dim hallway where, for some reason, a strangely splendid throne is set up.

When the guests came, they sat there, and as he said, "You've come a long time, brave man," Sathiko said.

The tremendously elevated tension between the red sheath and the unbalance that I heard of it is new to my memory.

But it is.

The appearance of the enchanted dragon is at first glance a thing like a "dragon" and not in such a shape that it can sit very well in a chair as it is.

This was an enchanted dragon that I thought would waste my chair, but Tuhiko had a proper solution.

He was developing "humanized" magic that could be handled by an enchanted dragon.

Originally, the Enchanted Dragon was a race created by God and he was good at handling magic.

The magic they use is brought together as an ecology, something separate from that created by man by technology.

Enchanted dragons deal with magic just as birds have wings and fish have ela.

Races such as elves, people, and goblins, on the other hand, treat magic by technology as they treat tools.

It's a little hard to understand, but it's something fundamentally different.

of, but.

Tuhiko broke through with such common sense.

Enchanted dragons can also, in fact, handle magic that changes its appearance.

However, there were age constraints to the change.

At a certain age, the range of changes that can be made increases.

In the current enchanted dragon, it's about your size that can change.

You weren't old enough to activate the magic of changing your appearance, you should have.

But it is.

As he had done before, Sathiko overthrew it.

Analyze, elucidate, and improve the magic of the enchanted dragon.

Originally, it created a technique that could not be activated.

I don't mean most of the time.

Eltovael was astonished when he opened his mouth gently, would it convey its awesomeness?

That's why.

Currently, the Enchanted Dragon was a human figure, standing in front of his own nest.

Is the appearance a gentle man, who said he was in his late twenties or early thirties?

Face looks serene and makes you feel gentle and calm.

At first glance, a beautiful young man, or, perhaps, a beautiful man.

The outfit was a white based suit.

This was given by Fenghiko and is of the same color as the original body color of the enchanted dragon.

It is quite likely to choose who to wear, but it looked really good on the enchanted dragon.

Probably close to the original body color.

Most of all, it doesn't matter to the Enchanted Dragon right now.

Distressed and distracted, he holds his forehead with his fingers and leaks a sigh.

It is still because of its good appearance that such an appearance becomes somewhere.

The cause of that melancholy look was coming from the work we were going to have to do.

To be honest, it's not much of a job I want to do.

I understand what I have to do, and I have a sense of purpose that I have to do.

I just don't want to do my job somehow, regardless of those things.

That's what I'm feeling.

Perhaps a typical Japanese salarier would resemble the kind of emotion he feels when he wakes up Monday morning.

I know I have to.

I know, but I really don't want to do it.

Mind is, what a pain in the ass.

I wonder if I wouldn't have had to think this if I were just a lizard.

There was a figure coming out of the nest door in the eyes of an enchanted dragon who was thinking such an innuendo.

Beautiful woman in long skirt maid clothes.

It was one of the terminals of Dungeons Network, a magical management system that manages the nest of enchanted dragons.

The Dungeons Network was created by Tuhiko based on the Mad Eye Network.

It is of the same type as the golem previously guided by the Red Sheath and the Enchanted Dragon when they toured the nest.

This person-shaped golem has male and female shapes, but there is only one kind of appearance for each.

I mean, the man type is the man type and it all looks the same.

Female shapes also have the same look.

It seems possible to add a separate appearance to each of them, but they dare to unify their appearance.

Apparently, there are various reasons, but I don't really care about the enchanted dragon.

As the maid clothes golem walked up to the front of the enchanted dragon, she took a correct thank-you stance at the fold.

"Dear Hall. Mizuhiko, the cooks and the people with them arrived at the station."

The museum is an enchanted dragon.

This hall is a tribute that comes from the fact that it is the lord of the dungeon Enchanted Dragon's Nest.

In fact, the "Enchanted Dragon Species" were a species often referred to by this tribute.

They often entrust the production and management of their nests to a kind of goblin, which their goblins refer to as the Lord of the Species as the "Hall of Fame".

In that sense, it can be said that it is indeed a natural way of calling it.

"Okay. Let's go right away."

The enchanted dragon sighed and began to walk towards his nest.

After this, Mizuhiko and the others are to be welcomed here.

This was the first time the Enchanted Dragon had met Mizuhiko.

I mean the same Guardian fellow and colleague, but what the hell kind of personality is that?

At least, I don't think there's a stronger push than Tuhiko.

Not to worry too much, the enchanted dragon shook his head like he was tired.

From the station where Mizuhiko and the others got off the bus, a direct tunnel was available to the nest of the enchanted dragon.

They say there is a distance when they walk, so they all board the transport golem.

That golem, which a dozen people would be able to get on board, is made without a roof.

There are murals, sculptures, etc. inside the tunnel, which is probably a consideration to make them easier to see.

"These fine workmanship, Mad Eye. Then it is at the hands of the superior spirits. Mad Eye does these things for a living, and the top spirits are trained by the Red Sheath. It wasn't long."

Annis was listening with a pompous face to Earthhiko's words with a smiling smile.

Perhaps the processing power of the head is not keeping up with the situation.

I know you know it's awesome somehow, but he doesn't seem to understand exactly how awesome it is.

Sitting next to her, Carin has some spectacular complexion and a sad look on her face.

I don't know what a Mad Eye is, but if it's a superior spirit, Carin also sounded familiar.

It's like a legend tells you, and if you live normally, you don't see it first.

I know the name of one adventurer who is contracting and acting together, but it is the kind of big name that lines Skeisler's “multiple” or Howlika's “of the sound of the bell".

I wouldn't even be able to reach my feet myself, or I don't want to get involved as much as I can, Carin thought.

There is something in front of me that such a superior spirit has made.

Moreover, from its mouthfeel, it could be inferred that the number does not seem to be one or two pillars.

What a horrible place.

I want to go home now.

Go home, do some MC-21 maintenance and go to bed.

Such an understandable escape from reality was flying around Carin's head.

Incidentally, MC-21 is a magical crossbow that Carin uses from time to time.

It's still in my luggage, my trusted partner.

Carin could still retain her critical spirit because she had it.

I don't have any particular problems with this because it sounds like you're having a heart attack, but you're actually being pushed to about a step ahead of you.

The gate soil sitting next to it, to say the least, looked around in the tunnel looking extremely pleasant.

It looks like it's always the same, like it's coming to Mount Mustang.

Perhaps you can say it's the most relaxing.

Gate Soil nodded as he was impressed with sculpture and painting, turning his face toward the front.

There sits Mizuhiko, looking slightly bewildered, on the top of the Buddha as usual.

Neighboring is Sathiko, who is in such a good mood with his smile.

"He said it was a place where there was nothing, but apparently things have changed!

"Right. It would be too clear."

With all due respect, Mizuhiko turns her gaze to Sohiko, next door.

Sathiko looked at Mizuhiko and the face of Gate Soil, and smiled bitterly as the rashes were evil.

"Ha-ha-ha! When I heard my brother was coming home, I stuck around! But, well, it's not a problem either! Because it was made with one hassle!

"It's not something you're ever gonna make."

If humans want to make it, how long will it take?

Wouldn't it take ten years or so?

However, Tuhiko is a Guardian created on the basis of earth.

If it is civil engineering, it is a gift.

Even if I took it to the top spirits, it wasn't a big job to this extent.

Compared to the task of preparing the flow of force, which is taught in a spartan fashion by the red sheath, it is just the right amount of work to breathe.

"Don't worry! Because Lord Enchanted Dragon's residence makes it better than this!

Carin's body jumps to the delightful words of Earthhiko.

Mizuhiko frowned when she saw it.

"Sharin, what's wrong"

"Heh!? Yes, eh! Anything at all!

Nothing.

Even though it is still bad for the heart, what the hell does this mean any more?

This makes my heart much more restless in the woods where the Warcraft walks around.

That's what I've been trying to scream about.

I'm telling you, Carin's complexion was truly honest.

I keep repeating the blueness and whitening.

"Oh, my God, that guy."

"Though it doesn't seem to work. When I get here, I guess I'll just have to come to my stomach. It's Lord Carin who can hardly do that."

"Right."

Mizuhiko stood up, pounding Annis and Carin on the shoulder.

The two return to me with a stiff look on their faces.

And he turned to Mizuhiko.

"Shut up. At best, Kamiyaka, Takeshi, but no, no, no, no, no. I don't want to catch you."

"It has to be all right at all. It has to be!

As she agrees with Carin's sad cry, Annis is snooping and nodding fast.

Sure, it's not okay.

Or maybe it's common sense in this world to think about it, and it's the person who's not the most okay person.

But if you make it Mizuhiko, other people like God, angels, Guardians, spirits, etc. are not the ones you really care about.

Anyway, even Ambalance, the supreme god of this world, has been with Mizuhiko since he was created.

Rather than the Sun God, it feels more like drinking in the neighborhood.

"Oh, that! After all, I, uh, I guess it's a mess!?

"It would be a good idea."

Mizuhiko forgives Anise, who panicked in some temper, as a grape.

Next to it, Carin began to rattle and tremble with her head in her arms.

"When I get here, I can't go back, but if it's any crude phase... okay, what the hell do I do...!

"Take it easy. Hi-hi-hoo, that's it. Hihifu."

"Hi-hi-hoo, that's the one from the birth...!

Carin still cries at Mizuhiko, who is recommending the Lamars method while mopping her back.

In contrast, Mizuhiko gives a big nod.

"That's all, just a little pee, that's all."

"Really? Then I guess I'll give it a try..."

"No, no, no, maybe not"

I go in to stop Annis crushing with an incisive face, as Carin panicked.

It's always a lively exchange, as seen in the "Wood Leaked Pavilion".

While I was doing that, I guess at some point the tension got loose.

Annis and Carin's complexion is back to the same as usual.

Gate soil, who watched how it was from the beginning, laughed funny.

"No, no, I'm still not an interesting Mitsujin!

"That brightness is one of the virtues of my brother!

Sathiko nodded happily to the words of Gate Earth.

Tuhiko grins happily, blushing.

"I envy you. Shall I use you as an experimental bench"

"Hmm? Is something wrong?

"Ha ha! No, nothing! Look, it's time to arrive!

Souhiko deceived the questioning of the strange gate soil with a flamboyant smile and turned her hand in the direction of progress.

Bright light plugs in, and you can tell it's the exit of the tunnel ahead.

Seeing it, Annis and Carin stir up tension.

Gate soil makes his expression shine with pleasure.

Mizuhiko also looked somewhat excited with a look that was not too different than usual.

Looking at each reaction, Sathiko hangs up the edge of her lips.

Seeing someone surprised by what they've made is one of Earthhiko's pleasures.

In that sense, you can say that the fun is coming.

The golem proceeded inside the tunnel to its exit.

The nest of the enchanted dragon is a giant vertical hole.

Its shape, which was wide in the upper part and narrowed slightly as it went down, resembled a cup or the like.

However, it will be difficult to know the shape when viewed from the bottom part.

It's too deep.

Over hundreds of meters it overwhelms the beholder and drives the proximity crazy.

In addition to that, the light coming in from above was sometimes restricted, making it difficult to check the surroundings.

By the way, the light visible on the wall.

Light leaking from the inside, a dungeon, claps at the madness of the senses.

Inspiration, fear, anxiety and tranquillity.

It's a sight that doesn't seem real to Russia, like it makes you have feelings for things you see that you don't get good at.

In fact, Annis and Carin stare up with a blurred face and open their mouths gently.

"Oh, my God."

Of course it was Mizuhiko who said so.

"Ha ha! No, no, no, look at this sight, it's something to be!

"That might be true, too."

Mizuhiko turned her eyes to the top, too, to the words of the gate earth, which she said with laughter.

And wrinkle right between the brows.

"Sure, this doesn't even cheer you up"

"Rigiri! No, it's horrible!

"In that case, you're going to go."

"I don't know because some of them are rabbits!

A Raptor is an organism also known as the Battle Race.

High mobility, muscle strength, magic, as well as sensory organs, were excellent.

Gate soil is far more accurate than humans, so it's not in the same situation as Carins.

However, it also means that we understand the abnormality of the current situation more.

Inside a dungeon where unusual magic swirls and strange creatures crawl around.

Even that appearance, far from where we are now, comes to the gate soil with some perception.

Normally, my legs would be dull.

But.

It wasn't particularly upsetting because it was a winnable level for Blah Blah Gate Soil.

Mizuhiko also acknowledges that the gates and soil where the samurai are, are not lined up or ordinary arms.

"Come on, guys! This way!

Anis and Carin jumped up to the sound of a healthy earthly hiccup.

Earthhiko, who was walking ahead of Mizuhiko, is making a big call.

Annis and Carin follow it in a tense manner.

Mizuhiko, speaking of, was looking ahead as Souhiko was about to head with a face that wouldn't float.

There, the entrance to the accommodation.

It's like the entrance to a luxury hotel.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no."

"Ha ha! If you go inside, it can be unexpected!

Pushed back by the gate soil, which says something that seems easygoing, Mizuhiko also moves on her feet reluctantly and so on.

Tilt the entrance and go inside.

The expanded sight was certainly unexpected, as Gate Earth put it.

It was much brighter and more luxurious than Annis, Carin, Mizuhiko, and Gantu had expected.

Terrible and refined interior.

Huge let carpet.

And it's the exquisite golem men and women mimicking humans that line up shifting from left to right.

"" "Welcome to the Enchanted Dragon's Nest" "

The even-faced golems hold their voices in a gleaming manner.

Anis was completely flabbergasted and pompous.

Speaking of, Carin is hardened with a half-laugh.

Both, they've exceeded the tolerances.

Rarely, Mizuhiko had a similar reaction to this.

I frowned between my eyebrows wondering if this was still the case, and I have a bitter face.

The most leeway would be the gateway soil watching the golems with an impressive face.

Tuhiko smiled with a smile and spread her hands wide open.

"Ha-ha-ha! How about it, brother! These are the golems that applied Mad Eye Network! They manage the entire nest of enchanted dragons, but they can do these kinds of jobs too! Miscellaneous chores are your favorite too, right? Whatever you do, your hands are clever and you remember fast!

Anis and Carin are overwhelmed by Tuhiko, who starts explaining his performance and so on with the momentum of fury.

Mizuhiko slapped Earthhiko's shoulder so that she could forgive him, holding down between her eyebrows.

"That's good because I'm not sure. In the meantime, every single one of them. None per"

Mizuhiko told me, earthly hiccups that for a moment will be kyotong.

But he immediately hit Pong and his hand and corrected his posture as if he had regained his mind.

"Yes, it was! So first, check this out!

That said, Tuhiko snarls his fingers at Patchouli.

At the same time, some sort of vibrating sound began to sound.

The change has begun in a space a little further away from where Earthhiko and the others are.

Suddenly the floor cracks in two and a dark space appears.

At this point, Annis and Carin's complexion is in trouble.

Things keep going.

Sinks and stoves are the ones that have come up with both the sound of gowns gowns.

The surrounding tables and the racks at the top are lined with knives and other cooking utensils.

"Look! This kitchen lubricates the weapons used by the Galtic Mercenaries, the new magic system they have created to make it!

Mizuhiko wrinkled herself between her eyebrows with the best smiling earthen hiko.

"I have so many good things to do. Why are there so many places like this?"

"Of course, for you to cook!

"No, I'm not."

"Ha-ha-ha! I know what you're trying to say! Why cook in such a prominent place? What I want to ask you is why we cook here! Of course it makes sense! All the materials you will use this time for Mr. Anis were taken on this land! Because of this, it's a hobby to look at the cooking process as well!

show the cooking process, indeed.

If it's all about using the material picked on this "reviewed land," I say it's well worth it.

In any case, this land is a "divine domain".

What are the ingredients picked there?

How will it be cooked?

For the three forces that come this time, it is definitely considered a major interest.

Then I guess the idea is that you just have to make them visible.

"Wouldn't that be a really great idea?! When I heard it too, I accidentally hit my hand and convinced myself!

"What the hell is wrong with you? This is what I did. Akasaya."

"Exactly! You know exactly what I mean!

Mizuhiko sighed at Sathiko, who said with a full smile.

And Mizuhiko tried to do evil again, that's when.

"Aww."

Anise made a strange noise and fell on Carin.

It must have been Carin's reflex nerve that was able to support her.

"Hey! Anis, it's okay!?

Anis immediately opened his eyes to Carin's voice, who spoke in haste.

Apparently, he hasn't lost consciousness or anything.

Though he looks a little pale, he looks closely at Carin's face and makes a smile.

"It's okay. 'Cause I'm just a little dizzy."

"Yeah, I know how you feel. If Annis hadn't gone, I probably would have."

She looks relieved, and Carin laughs bitterly.

Apparently, I decided it didn't seem important.

In fact, it was just a vertigo, no big deal.

If anyone is suddenly made by a party to a situation like this, let's get one of the vertigos going.

But there was one pillar here that didn't think about it at all.

It is Earthhiko, a so-called general lack of human information, just because it is a super easy-going God or a super easy-going creature who is usually confronted.

"Immediately call upon the Spirit of Water or Light! They would be able to use therapeutic magic! Then there's the doctor in the basement dock! Then contact Master Eltovael as well!

"It's ok!? 'Cause it's okay! Stop it, it will kill you!!

Anis accidentally raised a screaming voice to Tuhiko, who flies instructions to the Golem with a serious look.

Of course, Carin joins Anise.

Because if we were to meet the top spirits or something in our current state, I seriously thought that the heart or something might inadvertently stop.

Seeing as that goes on, the gate soil gives a loud laugh.

"Ha ha!! No, no, it's not busy!!

"Well, I know, but I understand."

Mizuhiko sighed deeply as she moaned between her eyebrows.

Apparently, you're so damaged that you accidentally say Eltovael's name accurately.

It was not until after a while that the noise calmed down and I finished checking the kitchen situation and the ingredients.

It was a beautifully eyed boy who stepped on a medium-sized shore boat talap and stepped down to the ground.

It was as if the crop had been made and its body had been even, precisely the crop itself.

A dead spirit who manipulates the doll's body and stays on the ground “The Ghost of Skysler” Binkert Subainku.

The Prime Minister of Skeisler, who welcomes him, are the agents of his children, as well as the officials who carry out the practice of the country.

They are all famous, headed by "multiple” Pryan Blues, a woman who is the greatest force and one of the best in the world as a personal force.

Binkert glanced at the men in line and caught a huge fist at the edge of his mouth.

It's like a carnivore, a fierce smile.

"He's going to put his life on the line, he's going to look at it. Isn't it a good job to put your life on the line? Don't worry, Temehe and others. Even if I die by accident this time, I'll use it."

I can serve, rule, and use the dead human soul for my own good.

The word that came out of the mouth of Binkert, a Necromancer, meant exactly what it said.

Those who line up in front of Binkert laugh oddly, knowing that.

Slightly one person snaps, "I'm not married yet, but I can't help but see who dies," but, well, that's our characteristic.

"How long has it been since I started working for the country? It's quite a long life, public servant. But first of all, I've never seen you before. It's a big opportunity."

Binkert opened his eyes with a rugged look once he inhaled heavily.

"I suck here, think I don't have a face to match your ancestors!!

"" "Answer!!!

"Um, can I stay? I think so. Look, I knew local staff was important? I mean, the brother from the hotel store, right? Sounds pretty good. You know, a really sweet smile."

He's married.

"Chickshaw is Awwwwwwwwwwww!!! You're not going anywhere in hell, Temee. Yeah!!!

Along with some sad shouts, Skeisler began his activities at Einfarble.

Hotel directly run by the Alliance.

Sitting on the couch in that suite, Triea Houlica was singing a song with pleasure.

Spinned with a small voice like a whine, it goes hand in hand with a clear and beautiful voice, showing a similar degree of completeness to the performance of fine instruments.

Around such a trier, multiple humans were busy moving around.

They are all bureaucrats carefully selected by Triea and brought from their home countries.

What they are currently doing is, of course, preparing to go to the land under review.

Is it true that what we all have in common with those who work is a serious look?

It's about the survival and prestige of the country.

Naturally.

But most of the time there was another reason why there was so much more, desperate and serious than that.

This work is something that must literally be done "desperately".

It's not a sprinkle or a joke, the country itself could disappear from the map, it's a crisis situation.

Nonetheless, many bureaucrats from Triea seemed to lack "desperation".

Haven't you got a sense of reality, or is the story too big to understand?

Even if this never damaged God's mood.

Skysler or Guild could push you out like a good one.

If that happens, it's a huge damage to Houlika.

I need you to be more desperate.

Trier, who thought so, came up with a good way.

It's hard to understand because it's a big story about countries and peoples.

Isn't it mostly better for people to say it to you in smaller units if they can feel it?

So Triea is a bureaucrat, a parent, a wife, a lover, a child, or someone important, who thought she was good.

Or, things, places.

I tried to "get rid of" something that I could think of, anytime soon, in the presence of a Trier.

If you don't want to lose something important, good luck, desperate, work.

If you fail, if you're not serious enough, if you're short on work, if Triea isn't satisfied.

Immediately, something important is "gone".

I have prepared such a situation.

If it's a simple word, it's a kind of "hostage."

Simple, in a common way, but extremely effective.

Looking over at the bureaucrats doing their work enthusiastically, Triea smiled as if they were broken.

"Ugh! Guys, you're working so hard on your work. Hey! Very nice! I'm sure you'll get great results. Wow!

Seeing that smile, the woman who was sitting in front of Trier.

"The sound of a bell," Lili Elstra, who was also a caretaker for Trier, shrugged her shoulders in an awkward manner, making Houlika's personal maximum strength.

"Princess. You'll never die."

"Well! Like stories and plays, I wonder how to die dramatically! I hope it doesn't bother your father or brother."

Triea tinkles her tongue out and laughs mischievously.

The look on his face makes him look really innocent.

Just.

Its eyes are too clear, but deep, deep, too deep to see the bottom.

It was as if it had a deep sea colour.

In his own room, the Guild Commander's Office, heading to the paperwork.

Do what you always do, what you always do.

Boger Slobard, head of Guild, the world's largest energy production organization, did the same job as usual.

The day of departure for the "Reviewed Land" is already approaching.

Still, he didn't show how to take it apart and do anything special.

Somehow Boger himself had already finished most of the work he had to do.

Pick the right people, give the right instructions, and give the right authority.

All you have to do is watch silently, lend a hand if asked, and take responsibility for yourself when you need it.

It's roughly the same job I've been doing for a long time.

Speaking of this time, for example, something bright in this neighborhood's information or something long enough to negotiate with other countries.

vs. experts on inter-state, or, for example, theological domains.

Pick the right people out of those people and give them instructions and authority.

Boger had already finished this necessary task.

If there is anything more to be done, is it about taking responsibility when things go wrong?

irresponsible, there may be a view that

Some would say that you should do what you can.

But this was the "job" to the fullest, thinking we needed a man who got to the top of the guild.

Boger himself is not particularly familiar with something.

Extraordinarily talented, accommodates anything and leaves excellent results.

There was absolutely no such thing as a glorious type of person to show off his work.

A lot of things would think that the word mediocre, or mediocre, is the kind of person that sticks together.

But it is.

That's not the only person in the position of "guild leader" or anything.

His talent, his greatest excellence, was only in his "ability to identify people".

Identify the person's abilities, personality, talents, and strengths and give him a job without being overwhelmed.

I can entrust my job precisely to someone who can do it with certainty for the job I have to do.

Someone who can do the job without problems and finish the job without problems.

Ensure that it is spotted, chosen and appointed.

But that's not all.

How difficult that "that's all" is.

How many people can undoubtedly do "just that"?

Given that a person named Boger Throwbird is called the “Wise Eye” and sits in the Alliance Chief's seat, it would be understandable.

That such a boger has already finished his job.

It means that the right person is already doing the right job.

Beyond that, Boger has already completed most of his work, and there is little more to do.

"But shit."

When Boger snapped so, he put his pen down with a serious look on his face.

When I put my hand around my belly, I stroke it to confirm.

"Again, I guess the dress needs to be new. Previous ones have abdominals...... I don't care if I'm on a diet, I don't know if I have time to exercise."

With a difficult face, I think of my handheld clothes and the men's clothing store.

The biggest problem with Boger today was his "outfit when you see God".

For once there are stylists, but they don't even change their shape.

I just have to do something about all this myself, even with just a boger.

"Do you want to start and see in the running too? No, just in time already."

Shall I fit my clothes or make them clean?

Of all the recent problems, this was the most troubling one.

Two countries and a huge organization.

Each, with their own thoughts, is about to take to the big stage.

If we can get this done safely, tomorrow, nothing will happen.

If you make one mistake, it can be something that changes the map.

Books such as the one that created such a situation. God did not understand such a situation at all.

"As far as I'm concerned, I think there's some so-called, if anything, pretentious, cute made-up clothes, right? Something like that culture already."

"I don't know!! No, you're not, Mr. Red Sheath. Come on!!

With a certain Sun God and other pieces in a non-tense conversation, the red sheath was to produce an essence to the task of neatly preparing the flow of the power of the land.