The God has moved to another world.

The red sheath and enchanted dragon were seated side-by-side in a room with a chair that the RPG lass boss was likely to say, "Well done, brave man".

A Las Boss-like room is not exactly a Las Boss room.

It is a floor dedicated to the Enchanted Dragon, in the nest of the Enchanted Dragon.

Finally, the Enchanted Dragon is not so much a "dragon" as it is a magical state of being in the shape of a person.

A beautiful man in a white suit and a translucent samurai with a bad eye if you do.

It is quite surreal how these two are seated in the lass boss room.

In front of the red sheath and the enchanted dragon, something like a flat-screen TV was installed.

The screen is divided into several parts, showing some footage.

One of them is a special studio created for the company Red Sheath, the centre of the land under review.

Apparently, it's live footage, and the screen shows Ambalance and Eltovael.

Amvalence waved flirtatiously as she looked at the screen floating in front of her.

"Red sheath. Can you hear me?

"Ah, yes! I can hear you!

Bouncing up his body in surprise, the red sheath waves to the screen in a panic.

But he quickly panicked and turned in a different direction.

In the direction where the red sheath is pointed, there is a golem of made-up clothes with something that looks like a television camera.

Other staff-like golems were involved in the work of nearly twenty men and women.

The diagram of a man and a woman with the same face of butler's or maid's clothes holding a campe or something is quite surreal.

"Uh, that's why. Mr. Red Sheath was asked to move to the nest of the Enchanted Dragon in order to carry out a raid on people from all over the country."

"There's some sense of naming."

"It's easy to understand, isn't it? Showa guy."

It was an enchanted dragon that I wondered what Showa was, but I thought I couldn't ask the boulders in the middle of a conversation between the Land God and the Supreme God, and I didn't put it in my mouth.

The content seems unlimited and irrelevant, but for once it's a conversation between gods, we can't interfere.

Ask Eltovael later, and he'll tell you more.

The Enchanted Dragon decided so.

If you ask Eltovael about it, it's dangerous to start lecturing on the history of television in Showa, but the feeling of Eltovael around there is not yet in the Enchanted Dragon.

"I miss you -. Back then, the village I used to live in was also lively. Well, before I went into Heisei, there was no one else. How long ago was that?"

"Oops, I pulled the trigger for memories!? Come back, Mr. Red Sheath! Now it's time to say hello to the great people!

It was a red sheath that seemed to immerse me in memories with distant eyes, but in the words of an unbalance it draws me back to reality.

"Yes, I was. I was. Um, so I was wondering."

"Yes, sir? Why don't you ask me? Elt will answer most of the questions."

Eltovael sitting next to me gives me a startling look, but I don't mind.

Ertovael, by the way, is a substitute while the red sheath goes dodgy.

He was suddenly seated, so he still looks stunned.

"Um, I'm the only one who's going to say hi, right? Why are Mr. Tuhiko and Mr. Fenghiko stumba, too?

Saying, the red sheath looked in the direction behind the camera.

The golem of made-up clothes also points the camera towards you.

Ahead are Sathiko and Fenghiko.

Tuhiko is nicotine as usual, and Fenghiko has a slightly nervous look.

The dirt hiccups I see as usual, but there was something different about them.

In each hand, where you would have a weapon.

What Teruhiko has is a long-shaped hammer.

Perhaps Tohiko himself made it with strength.

Overall, it emits a glow like ceramics and polished earth balls, with a spherical head.

What Funghiko had was the same height as himself or a slightly shorter spear.

It's like a so-called short spear, made of a material that's as clear as glass.

Just like Earthhiko's, it was shaped by Fenghiko on his own.

Both are weapons created by the Guardians on their own, and when they are given to humans, they become national treasures.

It was flushed as a regular item for the sake of the supreme god, the land god and angels being wacky here.

To the red sheath question, Ambalance nods "Ah".

"That's right. I want them to follow me as Red Sheath's escort."

"Escort, is it? Oh, is that what you need? I just wanted to say hi."

To a strangely twisting red sheath of his neck, "No, no, no," Ambalance shook his neck sideways.

"Think about it, Mr. Red Sheath. In the land god era, if a god of character came to visit without offerings, you'd be freaked out, wouldn't you?

"Uh. Something doesn't taste good without someone following me when I have a crude phase."

Remembering the old days, the red sheath nodded loudly.

Often the role of escort is not the only one accompanying the Gods.

At any rate, God is in an awkward position and too fearful for many things.

Sometimes talking is foolish, and you can look directly at it.

That's when your escort will be the one to mediate.

Instead, they say things that are difficult to say to the visiting side, the visiting side, and both sides.

"Is that it? But shouldn't I ask Mr. Eltovael to do that?

Saying, the red sheath lifts his neck.

Indeed, Eltovael would be fit for such a job.

When it comes to support for the red sheath, you can say that there is no one left on Eltovael's right.

But Ambalens shook his head sideways.

"No, no. Look, Elt, aren't you an angel who uncovers sins? You think that Elt and Mr. Red Sheath are coming with you already? On the contrary for the other hand, already, huh? What? That's what it feels like."

To the words of Amvalence, the red sheath gave a convincing voice, and Eltovael turned away.

The word "sinful angel" is an embarrassing history for Eltovael.

"Uh, speaking of which, Mr. Eltovael, I thought you had that nickname. Then should I ask someone else to go?"

"Yes, yes. Angel to uncover sin, seriously, because you uncover sin. You've got a lot of momentum."

"No, you know, I didn't mean to do that"

Eltovael complained in a whisper, but he was too whispered to get into anyone's ear.

He's basically just a guy who doesn't listen to people, although he's got a lot of different directions.

"Ma, that's why! I think it's time for you to storm. Mr. Red Sheath, are you ready!

"Yes, good luck"

Told by the unbalance, the red sheath gasped toward the screen.

But as soon as I realized something, I repose towards the camera.

Apparently, I noticed that the reflection was strange if I didn't turn to the camera.

The camera is then directed toward Souhiko and Fenghiko.

At the same time, Ambalens spoke to them as well.

"Tohiko and Kazuhiko aren't hanging in there either."

"Ha-ha-ha! Leave it to me!

"Uh, good luck."

Fenghiko also posed with a mane to see Sathiko poking both cobsi up vigorously.

It was such a breeze, but to the little sound I heard something, I frown.

The place where the bumps and small voices appeared was like Earthhiko.

I wondered what you were talking about, Windhiko, reflexively expanding it with force.

It will be the effect of the curiosity that I have taken over from Eltovael and the work that is usually done.

but Fenghiko blued his expression slightly to the words he heard at the next moment.

"If you hurt Master Red Sheath, I will kill you. If I discourage Master Red Sheath, I will kill him. If you try to conspire with Master Red Sheath, I will kill you..."

Earthhiko always smiled and was quick to say such a thing.

I accidentally said, "Hih!" It was Kazuhiko, who was about to scream, "but swallowed it on the verge.

It's easy to understand and Jan.

You don't have to go in that direction, Earthhiko. It's thick enough already!

Fenghiko thought that in his chest, but didn't put it in his mouth at all.

He cages his strength in the pose to delude him as he attracts his expression.

Knowing that or not, Ambalance nodded satisfactorily.

"So where is the first to storm, Mr. Red Sheath!

"Yes. Uh, hey. Because I'm going to go in the order that it doesn't seem to strain my heart to see you privately. First, Skysler. Next, Houlika. Finally, I am going to say hello to the Alliance."

"Got it -! No, but Mr. Eltovael! What the hell will happen! Looking forward to it!

Suddenly he was told the story, and Eltovael said, "What!? Oh, yes," he replied out of his mind.

And slightly distort the expression.

I guess it won't be a lot anyway - because I can say that, too.

"Well, that. I think it would be best if you all ended up safe."

Mainly the dodgy side.

The smile that came to mind as I thought about it was so clumsy that I didn't think angels were floating around.

Sitting on the couch in the appreciated room, Binkert Subainku was turning his thoughts around about his future plans.

Tomorrow is a glimpse with the land god, the red sheath.

Afterwards, face to face with Howlika, Guild.

If you can afford it, it's the flow of meetings.

Well, you can't afford it, Binkert thought.

A glimpse with God.

Even those who devoted their whole lives to the priesthood, few said they were fit for God to see through.

With the exception of the Charles Sherris God, most gods don't show up before people.

It was a sufficient number of people with one hand, such as those whose direct eyes were fulfilled while Binkert remained in this world.

In the course of at least two thousand years, that is all.

Nonetheless, this situation.

You can call it an unusual situation.

Depending on the circumstances, you won't feel very comfortable discussing something afterwards, etc.

About a hundred years ago.

The figure emerged when Ambalens, then the Sun God and now the supreme God, sealed the quinocetle by kingdom.

When I saw it, Binkert remembered that I had accidentally spooked him.

I forgot to deal with the situation, and I finally saw it.

In time, it was only a matter of seconds.

But even the signs of God were rare, only to see footage in the sky.

What happens if the situation is like seeing you in person?

I can't even imagine.

No, it's pointless from what I imagined, is that correct?

This is not how humans can do things when they think or do something about it.

Different dimensions, I don't know if the word is accurate, but it would be something close to it.

If you can't even take action, it's pointless where you stand.

If so, it is decided what can already be done.

"Hit it, huh?"

Lift the glass in front of you, whining about that.

It was provided for the room, quite delicious.

It is offered in an inn and dining room in Einfarble, he said.

You think it's exactly the shopkeeper there who's cooking the meal here?

Dinner I had earlier tasted good too.

All the crops that the Agney have harvested are rare.

Nonetheless, he even asked how used he was to the treatment.

Perhaps he was quite prepared.

Next time, you may want to go directly to the store.

In some cases, I might be able to do some business.

With that in mind, the sound of knocking on the door went into my ear.

Something tells me to get up and walk towards the door.

I'm not letting any escorts or anything stand outside.

Location pattern, because I thought what I needed from "might be dangerous" would be disrespectful.

For the same reason, it is possible to use detective magic.

Binkert walked to the door only "once" indefensibly.

Nevertheless, even without magic, Binkert is a long-established Necromancer.

On the other side of the door, I can guess roughly what's there.

There are three signs of people.

If it was brought from Skeisler, it is a binkel that is possible up to individual recognition with signs, but I could not tell who those three were.

I mean, Binkert's unknown opponent.

Hourika, guild, or otherwise.

Otherwise, that would mean, Eltovael or Guardian.

In the latter case, it is a human sign.

There would be no reason to delude it to that extent.

Somehow they are God's servants.

"Yes. I'm home."

Binkert called out so, then opened the door.

And stay stiff.

I was in front of him because he was a Osamurai with a translucent body and a pulled smile.

"Ah, all of them. Um, I said red sheath. It's the land of this reconsidered land. It's what God does."

There was no reply from Binkert.

Because it was completely frozen.

Most of all, there's nothing to blame.

Kazuhiko, behind the red sheath, holds his chest down with a seemingly unpleasant look.

I guess there's a lot of strain on the heart.

Earthhiko, speaking, laughed, but his hand holding the hammer was strangely caged in strength.

I guess I'm ready to be beaten up at any time.

In that, say what the red sheath is doing.

This one is just like Binkert.

No, in more confusion, it was frozen.

It won't be possible.

Binkert, whom I met in person, was far more than the Red Sheath expected.

Basically, the longer the history, the more the Japanese god.

The more admired the people are.

The more that number, the stronger the power and the higher the stature.

There are many details, but the approximation would suffice.

Faith can be a lot of things.

Binkert has been supporting a country called Skeisler as prime minister for at least two thousand years.

In the meantime, the people have been admiring me.

It is no exaggeration to say that for two thousand years, we have received a single faith for one nation.

Age-wise, powerfully, he's a total senior.

Instead of bending over ninety degrees and bowing, you'll have to say hello flat on the ground.

Of course, put it in this world and no creature will ever be a god.

God is God and creatures are creatures.

No matter how permanently present or worshipped, Binkert is just a "Necromancer".

It wasn't too much, but it was a less familiar feeling for the red sheath.

The "Japanese god guts" in the red sheath have completely recognized Binkert as their superior opponent.

"Aww..."

The red sheath shivered fine, crushing so with a very small voice.

A voice so small that no one can hear it, but it is pictorially very allergic to say such a line in a red sheath visual.

The more I accidentally feel like that, the more upset I would be.

Rigid bin Celts and Wrinkled Red Sheath.

The first to recover was Binkert.

"Excuse me! It was so surprising, it made me shudder."

The red sheath returned to me.

"No! 'Cause it's something I'm suddenly interrupting! haha!

"Oh, what is it here? Please, go inside. The rooms you have provided are spacious and comfortable inside."

"Right! It's the hallway, isn't it? Then let's be a little rude -!

The red sheath goes inside with his head down against the bin Celtic, which prompts him to snort into the room.

Seeing that, Fenghiko sighed in relief.

The temper of the red sheath is communicated beforehand to the three groups that are here.

When you suddenly lie flat or kneel, you are greatly frightened, so as to deal with it in a somewhat crushed manner.

That's what it feels more frank than dealing with Eltovael or Windhiko.

He looked strange when I told him, Binkert, but apparently he understood the meaning correctly.

And he saw the wind and the earth, and put his face near his ear.

"Sohiko. Please, don't get too early, okay?

"Ha-ha-ha! What are you worried about? I won't do anything."

It's not convincing.

Following Sathiko as he enters the room with a laugh, Fenghiko also enters the room.

If anything happens, I guess I'll follow up.

When this is over, go to Agney Village and admire plenty of Agney.

With such determination and reward for himself in his heart, Fenghiko shook his face left and right as he was tired.

The talks went really smoothly.

The red sheath that I said up to the peak of tension, on the contrary, could be said to have calmed down as a winning factor.

Of course, Binkert showed how capable he was, because there is.

Accurately tailored to the customer.

It's also the basis of business, and it worked well enough for Red Sheath opponents.

"Was it used to grow wild grass for the dishes you served!

"That's right! It's not what Mr. Agney and the others have found in the woods! Look, Ponkte asked Mr. Eltovael, but the others don't have to either. I bought some vegetable seeds from Einfarble, but I thought I'd start by eating them from there."

"It tasted really nostalgic. No, it was before I could still skeisler, but I used to take mountain vegetables and eat them. However, I had a knack for pulling it out. Failure is what I ate bitterly."

"That's right - A lot of mountain vegetables can't be eaten without treating them down -! I had trouble with the road bank in my lifetime, too, on a journey sky, didn't I? I had difficulty eating it, and I remembered the mountain vegetables, but this is the bitter part."

"If you don't usually cook, you don't know which one you can cook. If he was originally a Takeshi warrior, it would still be true."

"Absolutely! It was on a knife, and it wasn't a tease when it came to those things -! If you're going to do the poor wanderer, you should have remembered and put down one of the field jobs, and even after you started doing the land god, you regretted it."

The conversation between Red Sheath and Binkert was exciting in addition to my thoughts.

The topic is all about the life and the land and the people that I have protected.

Fenghiko looked at the situation unexpectedly, but if you think about it, they have something in common.

Being dead.

And it means that after death, although there is only a difference in size between the country and the village, we have protected the land and the people who live there.

From the red sheath, Binkert is like the same "land god".

From Binkert's point of view, the Red Sheath was the first "person in a position similar to his" encounter.

Of course, it is the position of land gods and ghosts that are different from each other.

It's hardly like it cares for the red sheath, and if the red sheath doesn't care, it's horny that Binkert overfrightens.

As a result, the conversation between the two was very exciting.

In fact, the red sheath had some anticipation of the situation.

Because we have some similarities in our situations, we thought there would be some common topics.

Exactly, that's the way it hit.

It is also very rare that such expectations of the red sheath can be met.

The very exciting conversation between the two changes about the current situation of Agney and the others.

"We've been collecting some information since we asked you about the land under review. It's a situation where several countries, or groups, are capturing the Agney, or something."

"Yeah. Well, so be it. I've talked to Mr. Agney and the others who are at our house right now. Then we talked about rescuing them."

"It is. But how? Will the Guardians be able to move?"

"That's the quickest thing to do, but a lot of nasty circumstances make it difficult for Sole to do it, too. It can be excessive interference, or something."

To the words of the red sheath, Binkert nodded loudly.

Perhaps there are reasons involved regarding the problems of the gods.

It should also have something to do with the fact that information about "reviewed land" is still kept secret.

What you don't need to know, what you don't want to know, what you don't want to know.

Flipping them and wondering if the expression "various" was used, Binkert thought.

"So I introduced Mr. Agney and the others to the mercenaries. I've successfully signed a contract and I'm in the middle of a rescue operation now."

"Mercenaries, is it? By the way, may I ask the names of those people?

"Mr. Sergei Galtic is the representative of the Galtic Mercenaries."

"Oh, my God! Are you Sergei!

Binkert raised his voice in surprise.

"Is that it? Do you know him?

"I know him, not so much, but a few times. Besides, he's a celebrity. As I'm sure you know, in several countries, nomination arrangements and prize necks. It was in spite of a state overthrow in a certain country before, or something."

I say it in an ambiguous way, but naturally Binkert had a good grip on the information.

An adventure play or a guy like the main character in the game.

At a time when I couldn't catch my tail using Pryan Blue, it's not an unusual coincidence.

Binkert himself, the person he wanted to meet in person one day to get it.

To such Binkert's words, the red sheath looked impressed and said, "Heh!" I raise my voice.

"He's an amazing person -. Is that it? No, Mr. Eltovael told you? Thank you, I'm forgetful. Honestly, I'll take care of it."

"To Lady Eltovael, is it?

"Yeah. To make it easier for me to work, I've asked you to gather information and deliver it to Mr. Sergei. Hey, it's stuck in your pants."

A sinful angel is sending information down to world-renowned mercenaries.

It's like I wonder what the hell you're going to fight.

That is what is going to be terrible, like action films and dramas.

But isn't that necessary again, Binkert thought.

Helping Agney out, that means.

Naturally, it also means that I'm going out with Metermaguito.

A superpower centered on high elves, which exists as one of the world's leading magic technology holdings, even though it has not made any deals with the "guild", the world's largest energy producing organization.

Hostile now, I guess not.

But if we're going to help Agney by hiding the "reviewed land" situation as it is, it should one day.

"Dear Red Sheath, I'm terrified to confirm the same thing over and over again, but about this reconsidered land, to Metermaguito..."

"Oh, I knew if I heard what you were saying, I'd be worried about that area -"

The red sheath scratched his head, leaking a bitter laugh.

"Something's got a lot in it for me. At the moment, it feels like I can't tell Mr. Metermagito. There's a lot of Agney and the others over there, so if you can tell them, it's quick."

God only knows what's going on.

Blah, blah, blah, blah. The details were too hard for the Red Sheath herself to understand, but I'm pretty sure that's what Ambalance and Eltovael said.

Basically, everything is an out-of-the-box red sheath when it comes to other than managing your own land.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure Skysler doesn't get annoyed about it."

"Thank you for your consideration."

God will undertake, so there will be no more assurance.

In fact, the Red Sheath itself is not going to cause any further trouble in this matter.

But.

"Okay, we need to talk to you," Binkert grinned, opening his mouth.

"I think the rescue of the Agney needs a foothold everywhere. I would be foolish to offer you a safe place to be based."

"Heh? And, okay?

"I, Skysler, have ports everywhere. This also serves as an embassy, and inside you sit extraterritorially. In other words, if you use this as a base and a supply base, it will be a lot easier to act everywhere."

When he heard Binkert's words, the red sheath raised his voice as impressed.

"Uh, so Mr. Ertvael, once you asked Mr. Skysler to help you out -"

If you need help with this matter, you first have to ask Skysler.

It was the red sheath that Eltovael said it was, but I didn't really know why.

To be precise, I was briefed, but I almost forgot.

"No, actually, I was going to ask for that kind of help from here - oh. So I won't bother you first, I've been telling you, right?

"It's something you don't even wish for. I'm from the Agney tribe. Pull, if you sit down to help Master Red Sheath, it would be an honor!

The red sheath scratched his head slightly awkwardly at the binkelt lowering his head as he grinned.

"So, uh... I want to thank you, or I want to thank you for that. Actually, well, I taught Mr. Eltovael that kind of thing, too, didn't I? You should ask Mr. Binkert what he wants."

"For money and such!

"No! I don't know what this is, but I also think I have to thank you properly. I met you in person and I thought it was extra."

The red sheath laughs bitterly, but says with a firm and certain mouthfeel.

"Mr. Binkert is a so-called merchant, isn't he? I don't think it's a good idea to make a debt to someone like that. It's a rule of thumb, isn't it?

Nothing is higher than that.

The red sheath also had a lot of experience.

I've had a lot of experience with monster merchants during the Land God era on Earth.

I was very impressed, to say the least, by the Binkert I was told.

Binkert considers himself a merchant.

There's a lot going on and I'm in the position of prime minister of a country, but I think that's where the essence is.

I have bet everything on expanding and profiting from the business.

The nature of that self is recognized, in a sense, in the red sheath, which is God.

Joy.

The Red Sheath gave him the joy of recognizing his own existence.

You should remember how touched you are to strike and tremble.

"Well, so Mr. Binkert wants me to say something for you."

Perhaps, no, for sure, after Eltovael figured it out, he told the red sheath so.

Now that I know what Binkert wants and will shine his eyes in joy, I asked him:

Then you don't have to shy away.

"Dear Red Sheath, I'm a transit country. We make transport a business. When it comes to sole, routes are very important."

"Ah. I've heard of it. Something about an airport. But you think it's hard to mix up the flow lines? I was on TV."

"As you may know, our route originally sat over this reviewed land as well. But since one incident about a hundred years ago, I've been unable to use it."

Isn't that quite important?

Vague, but I also found out that it must be a big deal for the red sheath.

"I've always wanted to restore that route, if I could. If there's anything I want as a reward, there's just one thing. of that route…"

When Binkert stopped the words, he slowly, slowly swallowed the sides.

Hold on to your impatience, be aware of clear voices, and keep up the words.

"Of the route, monopoly. Of course, it's okay for a while. If you will excuse us for a while the use of the route through the reviewed land and its monopoly. I will not be more pleased than this."

In contrast, the red sheath thought slightly.

I wish I could go through as much as I want, but I wondered if it was something that was allowed to pass, because I questioned it, etc.

But because I "want" as much stuff as Binkert, I figured I needed it, I reckoned.

Perhaps it's worth a tremendous amount.

Eltovael told me to check it out, to make Binkert say this.

Maybe I thought the red sheath would forget if I didn't, I think the red sheath.

In fact, I would have forgotten even if they told me.

Then the answer is settled.

"The land reviewed is a body that is still worldly sealed, so it's not a good idea anyway. After the big announcement, fine. Exclusivity of routes. I don't think there's any reason for it to be permanent."

The joy of this moment was that of entering the five fingers, even in the period since Binkert was born into the world.

I want to raise my voice now, roll down the ground, and enjoy joy all over my body.

It was Binkert's more than 2,000 years of business experience that forced him to twist that impulse with tough mental strength.

"Accepted. Support for the Agney rescue. This Chancellor Skeisler, Binkert Subainku. We will do everything we can to ensure that it is done in a way that meets the expectations of the Red Sheath."

"Uh, hey, something, thank you"

The red sheath scratched his head, laughing bitterly, against the deeply bowing binkel.

"Oh, you know, as long as you keep your word, you don't break it, so hey. I can trust you."

Asked by Windhiko about Binkert's impression, the red sheath answered that way.

"I don't know what that means, he seems like the type with pride in a good way. I knew I was someone in a position close to a land god, so can I empathize with you too? Hmm? No, would it be rude if we stayed together?

"No, being rude with God means..."

On the contrary, it may be rude, but if you want to be with God, no problem, on the contrary, it would be an honorable story.

Funghiko twisted his neck, laughing with an indescribable face.

"Hey. I knew I was right to go to Mr. Binkert first -. I freaked out at first, but I felt like I met some senior god and it was fun. I could ask you about the Galtic Mercenaries, too."

Detailed adjustments, etc. are scheduled to be thrown round Eltovael at a later date, but the promise was mounted for the first time.

You can tell me the red sheath job is almost done.

It's basically the red sheath that doesn't help in places like that.

"Apparently, Mr. Binkert was a good man."

To Sathiko's rare high esteem, Fenghiko opened his eyes in surprise.

Basically, Tuhiko is a sibling who is the same guardian as Red Sheath, and is bitterly spicy about anything but the land reviewed.

"Master Red Sheath seems so happy!

Fenghiko didn't miss hearing the phrase "I thought I'd kill him at first," which was then added in a very low voice.

I managed to get a glimpse of my expression at once, but I also managed to say, "Hih!" The voice pushes to death.

Knowing or not how those Guardians are doing, Red Sheath goes down the hallway in a superior mood.

"Hey! Doesn't this minute seem like a good way to end the greeting!? Ha-ha-ha!

I guess that will never happen - even though I think so.

Fenghiko did not put it in his mouth, but he sighed.