The God has moved to another world.

The last place to visit was the red sheath headed to the room where guild chief "Boger Slowbird" stayed, but the footsteps were really heavy.

Seeing the red sheath walking with a difficult face, Sathiko and Fenghiko look at each other.

The weight of the footprint is no different than when I went to see the other two.

But there was something wrong with that look.

He looks strangely serial.

"Um, Master Red Sheath, what's wrong? I don't know, strangely sharp eyes or scary"

Fenghiko gently slapped his ear as he moved his face closer to Earthhiko's ear.

Because I was a little surprised by the look on the red sheath I was about to start.

To the actions of Fenghiko, Sathiko rounds his eyes.

And I nod like I'm convinced of something.

"Now. Can you turn the line into, hey, can you do it again?

"Ha!?

"Oh, excuse me. It was so cute. Uh, Master Red Sheath's eyes are sharp, were they?

"Yes, that's it."

To the grinning dirt hiccup, Wind hiccup quickly shakes his neck vertically over and over again.

Basically, the handling is cluttered, but Sathiko thought it was very cute about Fenghiko too.

It is very difficult to understand, but the usual array is also an expression of Tuhiko's affection.

"It's hard to understand because there are so many smiles from time to time, but Master Red Sheath usually has sharp eyes, right?

"Really?

Sathiko laughs strangely when she sees Kazuhiko with an unexpected face.

"I've always been nicked, Mr. Red Sheath."

"That's right. Something like stroking the tree spirits on their knees, or just sticking them in the face and roaring, and then having drinks with Master Ambalens, that's all I can think of. Sounds like a lot of fun."

Sathiko grinned slightly at the words of Fenghiko, who told him to think about it.

Indeed, the red sheath is basically intimate.

I often laugh naggingly or act silly and get a pastoral impression somewhere.

Speaking of seriousness or gagging, I'd say gagging character nearby god.

But.

Considering how he became a land god, that's not all he is.

"It hasn't been that many days since Fenghiko was built. I had no choice but to fly around for work right away."

Gathering and negotiating information is Fenghiko's job.

I've been flying around the world since I was created early to do the job.

The longer you're out there than you've spent on the land under review.

To the words of Earthhiko, Fenghiko nodded one.

"Because it was originally created for that. But in the sense that I work outside, it's not the same for Mizuhiko. No, it's the first time I've been back since I left, and you've been out there a lot longer than I have."

"That's true. But my brother was in the land that was reviewed for some time after he was created. Agney and the others are very close."

Tohiko told me, and Fenghiko imagined the situation.

I don't know what it is, but the Agnies are looking like they're having fun for now.

Along with that, I'm not sure what it is, but Mizuhiko looks like she's having fun without a look on her face.

Fenghiko smiled unexpectedly at the sight that seemed really fun.

I don't know what it is, but that would be the point.

Many of the actions of Agney and the others are incomprehensible, but when you look at them, you feel comfortable.

It is all the more so because Fenghiko likes cute things.

Seeing Kazuhiko like that, Earthhiko laughs with pleasure.

"At the end of this case, Fenghiko's work will also come to a close. Then you should take it easy on the reviewed land. In the meantime, there will be more opportunities to see Mr. Red Sheath look like that. Though I haven't really seen the look either."

"I hope so. I'm ready to go help Mr. Agney out there."

"Because overstuffing the roots is also a source of failure. The rest of the day is important."

"Right. I'll talk to Lady Eltovael."

Seeing Fenghiko smile, Earthhiko grins too.

It was for work, but I wasn't too happy anymore that Fenghiko was just outside as Souhiko.

Tuhiko thinks specifically about defense.

It's the kind of thing that I think I want to protect all the time.

If I can, I want Mizuhiko and Fenghiko to stay in the land under review forever.

If it's annoying outside, he thinks we should destroy it.

But I also understood that you couldn't actually say that.

Then it is Tuhiko's belief that it is his job to have a place where he can come back in peace.

Well, it's basically too much, so I'm confused around the red sheath and the enchanted dragon.

Laughing at each other, Souhiko turned his gaze toward the red sheath.

The look you see from the diagonal back is certainly something that is not always serious.

Perhaps you're thinking about the guild leader you're about to meet.

Among the representatives of the three forces, the red sheath was the guild leader, Boger Slowbird, who was most vigilant.

In the experience of the red sheath, he says that hand is the scariest.

Is it more horrible than the ghost who has supported the country for thousands of years than the talented woman who has the backwork of the country at that age?

To be honest, Tohiko didn't really know what was going on around there.

In one way or another, Tuhiko feels threatened by Triea.

For the purpose, no means shall be chosen.

It's easy to put it in words, but unless you can really do it and do it again.

The arm should have been appreciated and honestly praised as well.

Well, of course, if it harms the red sheath, it's going to disappear.

So it was Sathiko, who didn't really see Boger as a threat, but at the same time he was thinking of something else.

There's probably something about it because the red sheath is about as serious a face as it gets.

The red sheath has been spending not a short time as a land god, although it usually seems like a champion.

When he was a human, he said he was a samurai with various anecdotes.

Earthhiko thought that something from those experiences was giving the red sheath such a look.

If so, Earthhiko must also exercise vigilance.

In some cases, you will have to smash the boger instantly.

"Well, my brother seems to be taking care of me. I hope not."

"What's wrong?

No, it's nothing.

Sathiko giggled and showed Funghiko, who asked worryingly.

Fenghiko laughs back at her whilst wondering.

When he saw such a face, Sathiko felt dusty.

I'm not sure if it's soothing or noisy in the back. I knew or didn't know that the appearance was unfolding, and the red sheath was still worried with a straight face.

Sometimes I am honestly tired because of the intensity of the conversation between the two of them.

The fact that Boger is the alert type of person in the red sheath is also a cause.

But.

That's not all, the red sheath felt something like unspeakable anxiety.

I didn't feel it when the other two, a feeling that neither tension nor fear.

I never really felt it. Besides, I was on strong alert with confusion.

I don't know who it is, and I'm confused.

If I say so-called "unpleasant feeling," maybe I am.

But Red Sheath didn't trust one of his "bad feelings."

For I had never worked properly in my life, nor since I became a god of the land.

So I didn't think this one was like a so-called "survey".

Then it is believed that there are reasons such as "I don't want to go" or "I feel heavy" in the red sheath.

The red sheath had no recollection of such a thing.

The sensation of incompetence swirls around my chest and I don't know who it is.

What a disgusting thing.

That's why the red sheath is tightening its feelings and expressions and heading to Boger's room with vigilance.

The greetings have been very good so far in the red sheath.

We just have to build on that momentum and let it succeed this time.

In general, the red sheath is the side that sets the dock.

Taking the lead would be enough.

It shouldn't be a good idea to worry too much.

That's what I reckoned, and the red sheath took a small, deep breath.

You can take the lead and greet with momentum as soon as you suddenly visit.

What do we need to be afraid of?

The red sheath slightly quickened the movement of his legs as he changed his expression.

I don't feel like I'm losing sight of my original purpose, but I just need to get this over with.

Let's go home and pull into the company for a week or so.

With such determination, the red sheath went to Boger's room.

In the room guided, Boger was drinking tea while reading the materials.

The tea leaves were prepared for the room, a little tannic, but taste pretty good.

Anything was made by Agney and the others, so the ingredients were picked on the land under review.

According to the brochure that was placed in the room, does it have intestinal rectification?

Running livestock, I guess it's the wisdom of the Agney tribe.

For something that lives like that, body is an important capital.

I guess the Agneys have a lot of wisdom to get better.

Boger had seen the Agney tribe only once in the past

It is a rural town closer to Einfarble, near a blacksmith.

At the time, Boger, who was an inspector for guilds everywhere, happened to be in the guilds of the town.

He appeared to remain a child of the human race and was a very curious Agney.

I also wondered if he was a young Agney, but in fact he said he was an Agney who had reached the age range.

He said he was interested outside and that he came to acquire the skill of blacksmithing.

Well, even with the blacksmith technique, it seems to be to the extent of making a simple grinding and a little processed product from iron.

Sole alone was enough for the Agnee villages, and everyone would be happy if they mastered and returned.

At the time, I only thought to the extent that "some races are unusual," but I didn't expect to be involved in this way.

Life is something you don't know what is.

Having another sip of tea, Boger turned his attention to the guild clerk sitting opposite him at the fudge table.

Its guild staff, a young man, operate a plank-shaped device at hand in a tense or restless manner.

When it comes to Earth, it's a tablet-like thing, a device that allows input and output of information.

I also have a boger for once, but never used it much.

Are you feeling old eyes or because your eyes get tired after using them for a long time?

Alliance staff are in Boger's room because they have visitors.

I guess I don't have to worry about that in this place, but it was Boger's habit to be prepared so that whenever and whenever guests came on the go.

A nocturnal morning rush is effective even in negotiating matters.

Boger himself, is also a commonly used hand.

So I'm going to be ready so they can do the same thing at any time.

Fortunately, Boger, racially, has a very short day's sleep.

In the sense that it can accommodate the person who comes at any time, it is a very convenient body.

However, that's not why the guild staff in the payroll decided to have them wait in turns.

"Are you nervous?

"Of course I do. When I think about where I am now, I get shivers."

"Neither do I. It's hard to be a genius when these things happen. Positively, I guess I have to come, but I can't help feeling out of place."

It doesn't look like it. It's calming, though.

Guild officials laughed bitterly, and Boger said, "Really?" He twisted his neck.

Hi, Boger seems to be of an emotionally unstable nature.

They say it's flat all the time, but they're still very nervous about it.

"That's what they often say. Well, it would be advantageous not to have to show offensive things like wolfish middle-aged men."

Alliance officials laugh bitterly again as Boger shrugs his shoulders and shows them.

In a few moments, this young guild official is due for a break.

When the replacement personnel arrive, they will rest in a different room.

That would take a breather.

The tension should continue tomorrow.

In the meantime, I need you to rest your body and your feelings well and put them down.

Boger himself, of course, will have to get fit and put it down.

If I get attacked by abdominal pain or something when I say I meet God of the Land, it won't even spill.

Tea that it has intestinal rectification was thankful in that sense.

While it's warm, take another bite.

That's what I thought. A light piece of music pops into Boger's ear when he lifts the cup.

Put it on the table, it's the call from the caller.

It was brought in for communication and is a type of short-range radio.

There is not enough output to communicate with the outside of the reviewed land, but with about two or three adjacent rooms, the conversation was possible without any problems.

The look on the face of a young guild employee stains the tension.

Boger ran his finger on the console and switched to the call state.

"Is that a problem?

"Someone seems to be approaching the guild leader's room. The number of people is three. Looks like they're coming down the hall, but we haven't been able to identify the target."

To what was conveyed, Boger leaked a voice that was neither "ho" nor surprising.

It would be one of those who brought him here as an escort who noticed the approach.

He is a highly capable opponent and has the ability to fold fingers as far as the Sole is concerned.

How much is it that the person cannot be identified even though the person is walking down the hall?

You don't have to run away and hide, and then you don't have to identify who you are.

If you add that Coco is a "reviewed land," you can roughly figure out who they are.

"Angels or Guardians? Or...... well, whatever it is, I guess I'll get my tea ready first. I'm sorry, but could you get me a cup of tea and a cup of tea for three?

"Okay, right away"

Watching the young guild clerk start moving with a blue face, Boger began to clean up what was spreading on his desk.

Apparently, his break is likely to be deposited.

While you're young, you'll also want to get some sleep.

With that in mind, Boger begins to simulate conversations with the person who comes in his head.

Even so, the content is vague.

Unfortunately Boger didn't have the kind of technology to assemble in his head until the details.

But I can only assume it to some extent.

Actual conversations can be a lot different than if they didn't exist.

"Well, I'm nervous."

Whilst muttering about that without changing one expression, Boger proceeded to prepare to welcome his guests in a calm way that looked so much better from the other person's point of view.

I don't know what to say.

A dodgy visit to Boger's room, the red sheath was to be pushed the other way around.

It should surprise the person by visiting them electronically, but it's a calm look on the part of the boger who greeted them.

Even the red sheath, which sees Lizardman raw for the first time, figured out, "Oh, this is the guy who feels calm," so it's pretty much something.

"Hey, because you guys are going to be busy! Here's the thing, I wish I could just say hello first - hey!

After such greetings, Red Sheath, Earthhiko, and Fenghiko were invited into the room.

Recommended a seat, the red sheath sits down on the couch.

It was Sathiko and Funghiko who tried to stand behind him, as natural, but unexpected words came from Boger.

"As long as Master Red Sheath doesn't mind, why don't you both call me? As a matter of fact, I brought tea and confectionery. It's a fruit cake from a confectionery shop called Crystal Pavilion."

"Crystal Pavilion Fruit Cake!?

It was Fenghiko who reacted to the word.

Seeing how surprised he was, Tuhiko said, "Do you know?" I ask.

Upon the inquiry, Fenghiko snorted.

"I used to ask you to let me out when I disturbed the guild. It's already delicious. Normally, fruit cake is a preserved food, so I can't expect much, but that was so good! I thought I'd buy it for a souvenir and go home, but it sold out and I have plenty of reservations...!

Sathiko gave a convincing voice to the way Fenghiko looked somewhere excited.

Speaking of which, I feel like we've been talking about that before.

Since visiting Mizuhiko outside, Fenghiko has become very interested in eating.

I prefer hamburgers in particular, but they also like sweets.

Sometimes it is not particularly necessary, and Tuhiko himself has no interest in eating.

But Kazuhiko, who is eating cake that looks delicious, wanted to see.

Nevertheless, it is the red sheath that makes the decision.

I don't say anything from Tuhiko.

In these cases, there is no reason why the red sheath should refuse.

"Are you sure?

"Actually, I thought it was for my own night meal, but my men brought me to stop me. As a matter of fact, the doctor told me to refrain from eating between meals, but I thought it would be here out of the reach of ghosts."

"Ha-ha-ha! Hey, aren't you a good man? So, shall we have a treat?

For that reason, it was decided to sit in the form of a red sheath in the middle, a dirt hiccup on the left and a wind hiccup on the right.

It was a big couch, so the three of us sit back and relax.

The cake and tea were served immediately and I was to get them as soon as possible.

The cake with plenty of dried fruit is really delicious, as Kazuhiko put it.

Fenghiko seemed extremely happy, and the red sheath seemed happy.

Seeing that, Earthhiko is smiling with satisfaction, too.

Thanks to the fine tea contract, the conversation progresses really smoothly.

Because of the unusual weather, the surrounding vegetation, etc. was also discussed.

Anything called the "forest of sinners" is home to flora and fauna similar to the area where Agney and the others originally lived.

"I hear the Agney farming is going well, but that could be one of the reasons"

"I mean the same environment, weather conditions, hey. But you know very well, don't you?

"Is it because it's a business involving adventurers? I'm really curious about those things."

It was a red sheath that nodded in a way that convinced me of Boger's words, but that expression froze.

adventurer, because he remembered what was important in the word

The red sheath was such an awkward face that she scratched her head.

"Speaking of adventurers, what is it? Thank you very much for your help, Mizuhiko..."

Red sheath and Mizuhiko shared some of their senses.

The connection between God of the Land and His Messenger?

The connection was well adjusted, and the amount of information shared could be increased or narrowed down.

Sometimes the red sheath has been busy lately, with little sharing going on.

Therefore, the red sheath has not grasped the behavior of Mizuhiko for some time now.

However, I could still somehow anticipate it.

When I first went to Einfarble, it was because I shared quite often.

The red sheath sees the idyllic gesture of Mizuhiko.

Well, I could have done that with "well, come on".

But.

I didn't care so much because I didn't see it or because Eltovael was doing it for me.

Until now, "Fire across the shore." Nice to meet you. Still worked it out, but not this time either.

Somehow, the head of a troubled organization is the one in front of him.

Come to think of it, the land reviewed is very much taken care of by the Alliance.

The main source of funding for the land reviewed is Mizuhiko, and it is the guild that is paying for that Mizuhiko.

If you say so, it is like a parent company.

Even before Mizuhiko was known to be still a Guardian, she had her eyes hung for a long time.

The inconvenience should not be ten or twenty.

So I noticed that the red sheath was hazy.

Oh, this is a guardian-associative one.

Mizuhiko is like a bad dra son, so to speak.

Boger's taking care of that, he's a caretaker.

I hadn't shared much of my senses lately, but Red Sheath was sure they would be bothering me.

Nevertheless, I was not aware of that so far, because I was trying not to think about it.

The originally oblivious red sheath has the stunt of being able to forget what you tried not to think about.

It's a stunt that I'm not proud of at all, and I'm going to pull the red sheath leg with my current progression.

It is a red sheath that resents itself as a miscellaneous fish god at times like this.

"No, because thanks to a brilliant adventurer like him, the guild is eating rice. Instead, we're the ones who take care of you."

Of course it would be like flattery, but the red sheath caressed his chest down with relief.

Red Sheath used to peek at the Parents' Association that was in the village.

A parent of a boy who had been cheerfully running around the village from day to day and taunting him was bowing his head to his teacher as he grew smaller.

The teacher said, "It's good to be healthy," etc., and he was bitterly laughing, but the parents are just getting smaller and smaller.

Though I saw it from the side that I didn't have to be afraid of anything.

The red sheath was now exactly, the more painfully well understood the feeling.

This would be the reason why my legs didn't go unusually far to come to Boger's.

The red sheath has the stunt of keeping your feet away from your nasty, troublesome things, even if you're unconscious.

After all, it is a stunt that I am not proud of at all.

"In the future, we hear Lord Mizuhiko can continue to be an adventurer. For my part, I wish I could do everything I can to help."

"No, I don't! I'll tell him to work hard already. So, yes!

That was a good reply.

Although Boger narrowed his eyes slightly strangely when he saw the behavioral suspicious red sheath, he immediately reverted his expression.

"It would be very helpful if you could do that. Above all, because the place pattern Einfarble is always exposed to warcraft demons. It would be greatly appreciated if you could crusade that. Previously on Cortesecca, I was really helped."

It was usually the head of the red sheath that forgets things immediately, but miraculously I remembered the "Cortesecca" thing.

I borrowed Mizuhiko's body, probably because I slaughtered myself.

Surely a crusader was organized on that one, and it should have been just before we went on the crusade.

In a way, it takes the form of a traversal of prey.

I would have had a lot of trouble preparing for it, but I also put it to work.

Cortesecca is a powerful dragon species, and it is a pleasure to be able to crusade safely, so I don't have to worry about it that much.

The feeling around it was difficult for the red sheath to understand.

The only thing on the head of the red sheath is that it "may have sidelined the prey" and that it "seems to have wasted what all sorts of people have prepared".

Shit, this is the one that's bothering me as well as Mizuhiko.

Whether it is true or not is irrelevant at this time.

At the time I thought about it that way, the red sheath was standing on a cliff.

It is no longer an outfit in which the defeat is confirmed.

Beyond this period, the key is how to escape.

What do you need to get out of here safely?

Excellent clinging.

Someone who is good at these situations and will clean them up properly on behalf of the red sheath until later.

"Hey, as you can see, I'm not good at difficult things! I leave most of the details to you, but I'll tell them to do all kinds of things!!

At this time, the Red Sheath was lying without our God knowing.

I don't leave much to it.

All of it.

Since the red sheath is only taken by the management and coordination of the land, all other places are partitioned by Eltovael.

From the side, we don't know who's the greatest.

By the way, it was an unbalanced thing to say, "Perhaps the greatest is Elt".

Anyway.

The red sheath succeeded in removing the crisis due to Eltovael's work, perhaps with little knowledge of the angel.

Let's leave everything difficult to Mr. Eltovael.

That glimpse, which can be described as a plan, allowed the red sheath to restore peace of mind.

It was because of this that the talks after this were concluded successfully, with nothing in particular.

The red sheath, which had finally finished circling all three forces, had arrived at home in what he said was exhausting.

If you look behind you, you will find Sathiko Satsuhiko in Kazuhiko, who seems quite happy.

Both were in a good mood, and the red sheath accidentally smiled when she saw it.

In the hand of the red sheath there is a fruit cake, the cause that made that smile.

It's a souvenir, and Boger made me have it.

Eltovael and the tree spirits, and then there will be enough for the unbalance.

I told him to give me good luck with the momentum, etc., but maybe I could ask him to actually give me some preferential treatment.

Or you should be given preferential treatment in order to find out about Mizuhiko and the neighborhood.

The guilt of the red sheath is somewhat disproportionate.

So the red sheath opened its eyes haha.

This is one of the reasons why the red sheath is the most alert type of boger.

Hospitalize them, never offend them, and spare no help.

Therefore, there is no need to be hostile, and naturally it becomes a cooperative relationship.

That's where the horror comes from.

While I'm confused, when I realize it, I have a good impression on them and even remember a little offense.

If that happens, I'll be as accommodating as I can for that favor.

coexistence co-prosperity, in the relationship of WINWIN, but slightly more profitable to the other.

By doing so, you consolidate your surroundings on your side, without creating enemies, and then you grow big.

What is scary is in case you turn to the enemy.

It means that all the "allies around" will be enemies.

An opponent who is cheap if he is on his side and should never turn to his enemies.

The Red Sheath decided that Boger was exactly such a person.

Then it does not seem to be a problem unless it is hostile.

I attribute the fact that the Red Sheath doesn't like these races to lifelong events, but, well, that would be good now.

The horn on the rabbit, now it's about the boger.

The red sheath put its arms together and roared for a while.

And draw conclusions.

"Let's go. Let's leave it to Mr. Eltovael."

After all, it was a round throw at Eltovael.

Again, the greatest piece of land reviewed would definitely be in Eltovael.

Boger had the stunt of spotting the relative human approximate.

We take it for granted that if we meet each other in person, we will know who they are, and we say so on a daily basis.

However, the "eyesight" was unusually definite and stained with certain special abilities.

Boger's two names, "Wise Eye," are exactly what came from it.

Because it is such a voger, I understood the red sheaths at first glance.

Especially when it comes to Funghiko, the approximate behavioral psychology is grasp just because there have been many times.

First of all, that I recommended the seats and the cake first.

This was a hand in making them feel comfortable and enjoy the conversation.

Usually the Guardian Pillar, which would probably be an escort, is considered to be something that stands behind.

Then there is, but the red sheath is one way or another, a property that prefers to get to the same seat.

Boger understood it in dozens of seconds of conversation since he met.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to sit together and recommend the cake.

The results obtained by this can be said to be very significant.

I recommended the cake for several reasons.

Getting to the same seat makes the red sheath a little happy I don't know.

Fenghiko liked the cake and had the certainty that he would be happy if he recommended this.

If you look at that, you'll feel better about Tuhiko too.

When I looked at Sathiko's attitude, tricks, and gaze, I knew immediately that I cared not only about the red sheath, but also about Funghiko.

If Red Sheath cares about the Guardian Pillars, she will always be happy to see them happily.

That's not a good prediction.

It was a certainty that it was.

Such things can be spotted and acted upon as they deserve.

That's why Boger Slowbird has branches all over the world and has become the head of a giant organization that takes charge of magic production processing all over the world.

Most of all, we weren't too excited about it.

"But I don't know," Boger thought, recalling his conversation with the red sheath.

I didn't think the red sheath would upset me that much about Mizuhiko.

Nor does a boulder boger know all their thoughts.

I thought it would be something I cared about, but I didn't think I cared that much.

To be honest, Boger didn't think Mizuhiko was particularly annoying.

Some armed adventurers are also odd.

It may sound strange, but some people are just like Mizuhiko or even stranger than that.

So I tried to give it to you in a light way, but the result is array for some reason.

In terms of attitude, it seemed that there was a dark spot behind the red sheath itself against the boger.

There's no way Boger remembers to have those feelings with God.

Even the doubts only increased.

Along the way, he was smiling refreshingly with some blowout, probably because he thought of leaving it all to Master Eltovael.

Mr. Red Sheath had nothing to do with the details of his death, rather than being considered a bad person, Boger thought.

"I see. Originally human, the land that turned to God. God,"

Boger squeaks pompously as he sits on the couch and rubs his tea.

Boger remembered the phrase, "If you slaughter a hundred people, become a ghost of a protectorate".

It is the language of a country where there are many people living, named Masaru Nogami.

Although the interpretation varied, it was assumed to mean roughly like saying "slaughter and kill a large number of people, but protect the country".

The island nation, Noma-kun, has unique values and few other types of things are incomprehensible.

This is also one of them.

Particularly prominent are their "warriors" or "knights" class.

"Samurai, samurai,"

The red sheath in its lifetime should have felt the same or very close to those who called it that.

And the impact is still in the underlying part.

Of course now that I have become a god, I guess I have a strong sense of being a god, apart from those things.

"But is it the Takeshi family? No, no, this is trouble."

I don't mean to be hostile.

It is only natural that you should lay low at your feet and act in accordance with your wishes.

But the world is a hard thing to do, and it's a common thing to be hostile before you know it.

In case a hundred million is going to be hostile.

Yeah, that kind of deal, but scariest.

Boger always thought so.

Fighting for the same thing. But with so-called knights and soldiers, the colors are different.

It's not the kind of thing I said profit or loss, it's driven by some kind of crazy belief.

Run to the battlefield with joy and courage with the power and skill you have basement them and polished them up.

Just as I do for myself, I sometimes throw my life for others, even for Dada and insanity.

Approximately that was Boger's perception of those called "samurai, samurai, and samurai".

Such a person has become a god.

I wonder if that's the kind of God the Red Sheath is, Boger thinks.

"It doesn't taste good unless you keep it strict so you don't do anything bad. Maybe I won't have to lose my guild."

Boger pushed the importance of matters relating to the "land under review" a few more steps in his head.

Of course, it is also a matter of considerable high priority for the entire guild.

The least important thing is that the Alliance is an organization that supplies magic to countries around the world.

If I may say so, it is because it is a being that maintains the balance of the world.

Huge, but therefore, the Alliance is always dealing with a variety of issues.

That is not one or two matters, such as those involving God or angels.

It is, of course, rare that it will be directly relative.

But it's not much to touch on matters involved.

There is still conflict between nations in the world, which seems to stem from the troubles between unfriendly gods.

It's like a little surrogate war, and unbalance is one of those issues with heads.

Boger decided that the "land under review" was more important than the surrogate war.

Probably.

Among the representatives of the three organizations, Boger probably understood the most about the red sheath.

That boger reached for the chocolate on the table while making the decisions involved in the guild's advance.

Trying to open the wrap, make a grinding look and gently put it back on the table.

My men are stopped from eating too much sweet food.

That fruit cake was really something I was fortunate enough to bring to eat.

Well, although I thought I might be able to use it for negotiations in a corner of my head, I didn't think I'd ever really be able to take advantage of it.

"It's not like I'm going to be a guild leader."

When he crushed so from the bottom of his heart, Boger exhaled a deep sigh.