The God has moved to another world.

Transfer Agney Tuck from Traver's facility to an aristocrat-owned facility that is a mastermind.

Target and assault during that transfer and retrieve Tuck.

Jump aboard the Skeisler ship you have ready and decide on a little something.

This is the general thrust of the operation.

"First of all, it's harassment."

Sergei looked fun-filled. When he said that, he laughed.

This operation is meant to be aimed at during the transfer, but naturally the name of the transfer was needed to do so.

Agney is to be protected by Traver, and nobility will not take it away without any reason.

That's why we need to make it.

For example.

Traver's facility is being targeted by someone.

It's dangerous to leave it like this, so we have to move it to a safer place.

It would be nice to say, etc.

Of course, it doesn't have to be actually targeted.

You just have to make them think they're after you.

In other words, harassment.

"Let's start with the classic. Dilloud, just give him the key, but chuckle him."

"Yes, sir."

Sergei told me, and Dillord nodded with an awfully sleepy face.

This is the case in many countries, but magic device keys are often used in important facilities.

Even if you don't actually unlock it, deliberately putting this on "marks you tried to open" can be quite harassing.

No one would feel good if they found out someone was trying to open the key in front of our doorway.

"Do you want to be a domestic offender? Or abroad?"

Because the magic systems used differ from country to country, the rough nationality of the culprit can be seen by the traces left behind.

Conversely, it is also possible to deliberately leave traces, allowing the target to grasp false information.

Dilloud already has some grasp of the magic of Bataluda Dide.

I have also mastered the crystalline magic of the guild and the magic system created by Tuhiko, so I can also leave traces that I can tell I used them.

Sergei shrugged her shoulders, how enjoyable she seemed.

"Harassment, huh? Few are definitive, and as much confusing information as possible is the iron rule. Don't make it one way or the other, just serve it More like this"

"Then with the domestic and the guild, with the original. And some guys from neighboring countries."

"What. You're motivated, aren't you?

To Sergei, who says unexpectedly, Dillord turns a soft-hearted look.

"Exactly when I get here, hey. You'll be able to go home sooner if you're serious. Because Martina will get you too."

"That's good. After a good job, you're gonna enjoy your vacation, right? What else do you want?

"Arrowball punching in?

To the words of Pryan Blue, Sergei rang his fingers like, "That's it."

Classic hands but very effective.

This is especially true if you do not understand our intentions.

Is it a warning or a declaration of war, have you seriously attacked me, or is it a preemptive exercise for an attack?

I can make you imagine things.

You can say it's quite a hand as harassment.

"Well, Atashi will do that. Carin, I don't want to borrow it."

"Ha!?

Suddenly he was grabbed by the root, and until then Carin, who had been depressed, raised her bare voice.

"Me, me! Why me?

"Huh? Because he seemed good at shooting artillery and stuff."

In the mouth of Pryan Blue, which is also natural, Carin said, "Hmm!?" and clogged the words.

Turn your face toward Mizuhiko and Gate Soil as you ask for help, but unfortunately neither is likely to help.

It's like agreeing with Pryan Blue.

"Lord Carin is skillful at handling crossbows!

"You're still here."

"I can shoot you, too. I can shoot you. I figured it'd be better to leave it to the profession."

shrugging his shoulders. That said, Pryan Blue dragged Carin away with a high laugh.

Such a hindsight, Mizuhiko and Sergei wave away flirtatiously.

Dilloud turned a frigid glance at Pryan Blue's back.

"Is that okay?"

"You're gonna be okay. He said he wasn't interested in Shota."

"Shit. Shota? Carin, are you in Shota's range?

"Aren't you?

Sergei told me, and Dillord started thinking about something called Shota.

Somehow my face is like a "cat suddenly told about the universe," but no one cares.

"So, what else do you want to decide?"

That said, Sergei begins to solicit opinions again.

Having extracted some ideas, I immediately decided to move on to action.

Anyway, I don't have time for my return plans.

The detail was, let's go with an add-on.

Mizuhiko, who has yet to make a special appearance, frowns slightly and puts her neck up.

"Is that what you are?"

"Ha ha! I wonder if they'll be working that way out! That's why some decisions can only be made on the spot!

"Right. So is that."

To the words of Gate earth, Mizuhiko nodded as he was convinced.

Sure, there are a lot of things you only know in the field.

They'll be the ones who've worked a lot in these jobs, and they should be trustworthy around there.

Above all, it is the person Ertvael has chosen.

In that sense, it would be more trustworthy than anything else.

"I don't care, it's a punk. Eh, bam, bam, bam."

Mizuhiko blurted out that Eltovael might be angry when he heard.

Depending on the person in charge, one of the most important tasks for an agent is harassment.

That was Pryan Blue's creed.

As an agent, Pryan Blue has worked in a variety of jobs.

Anyway, he belongs to Skysler, a major transportation country.

The harassment of commercial enemies to the transportation state, etc. is a daily tea meal.

It can be called routine business.

Normally, such work also diminished the spirit of the harassing side.

aggressive in what they don't like.

In the beginning, that's not true, but it's something that gets disgusting gradually.

The longer you do your job, the stronger those emotions get.

but that didn't happen at all when it came to Pryan Blue.

Rather, molestation is a big favorite, so much so that you always want to do it.

Whenever he sees people distressed and agonized, Pryan Blue feels refreshed.

It's all the more so when people like that have lovers or happy newlyweds.

For Pryan Blue, the whining and screaming of those people equals superb music played at the finest concert venues.

You'll feel the same way if you try to clear your ears to the whimpers of the beautiful little birds in the glowing woods wet in the morning dew and bathe in the morning sun.

For Pryan Blue, who feeds on resentment, jealousy, seclusion, the work of this hand is equipped with hobbies and tangible benefits.

So after a job, Pryan Blue was sparkling at the likeness of a dreaming maiden.

"Oh. I knew it felt good to work hard. Wow"

Next to that with a full smile, Carin is trembling holding a crossbow.

hours after each departed from the Safe House.

Some of the people who were out there were gathered inside the mobility vehicle they had prepared.

Large enough for over a dozen people to get on board, meals, etc. are prepared, and it is a mobile base.

In it, Sergei narrowed her eyes wonderfully when she saw Carin trembling like a puppy.

"What the hell did you do? Poor thing, you're sifting."

"Huh? Your job?

Pryan Blue returned with a sparkling smile, as always.

It is a face that I wonder if it is very creepy from what I usually know, or even if it happens to be weird.

In fact, it's not a lie that I was working.

To break into the rooftops of tall buildings, snipe through Traver's facilities, and immediately escape the scene, jump from there and escape.

Find an employee, take a picture, and gently sneak them in the drawer with a letter with something like "watchful" on it.

Send together in the parcel a piece of metal, such as a screw, a highly flammable, adhesive gel, a meaningful clock and something accompanied by an ink magic circuit that resembles an explosive technique.

Well, that's what he was doing anyway.

In the present situation, it would be right to say, "I was doing my job".

It's just that the content is a little annoying to Carin.

I guess that's what I could have expected.

Sergei nodded and showed Carin a small nod as he turned to her.

"Something. Gumball."

"Thank you"

Though he looks sloppy and convincing, he seems to say thank you for once.

Usually Sergei acts alone or often works with his own people.

It's been a long time since I've acted with any of these newcomers, so Carin is looking fresh in a way.

To Carin like that, Pryan Blue looks with a grin.

"He looks like this, but he does what he does. And good muscle."

Regarding that, it was not particularly surprising if I tried it Sergei.

Either way, he is the newcomer Eltovael put on this job.

To an angel who reveals his sins, there will be no difference of sight.

"So, that. What about progress?

That's what I heard, Fenghiko.

He is shrinking his body small and sitting in his seat, drinking the juice of the pack.

"Is it a puffy place? Well, it looks like you've got results when you've done it. Hey."

"Yeah? Oh, yes"

Sergei told me the story, and Dilloud, who was playing ice candy, nodded unwillingly.

When you open the Alliance device on your lap, point the screen toward Fenghiko.

"For once, Mr. Traver, we're hacking into the security company's central operating magic device and pulling internal footage from it."

"Well, that's very difficult."

When he saw the internal footage of Traver's facility shown in a split on the screen, Fenghiko opened his eyes to his surprise.

Usually, such magic devices used by companies and others are less likely to penetrate from within or from outside.

Just because it's a chunk of confidential information, you can say that you're doing everything in your power to protect it.

In a world like this warrior turmoil, something that fails to do so quickly leaves other companies and, in some cases, countries.

Every country and company is literally desperate when it comes to that hand.

Inside that screen, he appeared like a woman in a suit.

It's an artificial spirit with dilaud, it's a martina.

"Sure, it's usually difficult, but the Lord only demonstrates genius abilities when it comes to such things. I don't even like to breathe when it comes to other things, so I was wondering if it was balanced."

"Too hideous. Huh? Why are you on such a screen, Mr. Martina?

"When you go outside as usual, it's narrow."

I see, and Fenghiko nodded as he was convinced.

The vehicle is quite large, but the size is limited in relation to running on public roads.

For Martina, who shows up floating in the air, it would certainly be narrow.

"Besides, it's a lot more convenient to stay on your device to extract information in real time."

"Is Mr. Martina working for you? Uh, where's Mr. Dillough?

"The Lord isn't as good at driving as he is at what kind of information he needs, so it's quicker for me to take over after the difficult things are done. I'm forced to do it in the usual sense of building an indolent spirit, because this time the situation is the situation."

"Huh? I knew you were?

Dilloud looks surprised by Martina's words, but nobody cares.

It's something I'm used to.

"Mr. Traver's facility staff seems a lot confused because we've put in various workmanships. Most importantly, the chief executive, Mr. Traver himself, understands the situation, so there's absolutely no sign of dysfunction."

"You're an excellent person. I was worried that Pryan Blue was doing too much because he seemed to be doing a lot of things."

"Slave traders in this country are an area that can be called the main industry. It is well handled domestically, and it receives various advantages. But for that matter, I also buy jealousy, and the pulling of legs between peers is extreme."

It sounds rather disturbing that the main industry is slavery, but the truth is that it is not.

Most criminals become slaves, and certain rights and so on are guaranteed as long as some rules and regulations are respected.

To the extent that Ambalance accidentally leaks, "It's more of a human working environment than a black company's livestock. Wow," he will not be treated unfairly.

Such a slave industry was generating very large profits and, naturally, there was intense competition.

Between peers, of course, there are many attacks from another related company.

Naturally, there are laws in Bataluda Dide that control the area, but you can do anything you don't even find these things.

"You're the one who's beating through it, so you're good for it"

"Huh, I see. So, is Mr. Tuck likely to be successfully transferred?

"Not long ago, Mr. Traver cried to the nobility of the matter and a staff was dispatched to check the situation. We are currently in the process of conducting an investigation. Based on the results and the statements from Mr. Traver, it is expected that the nobility will decide on the future"

"Does it work?

Fenghiko turned to Sergei and asked.

It is Sergei who is entrusted with this partition, and he has experience and track record in relation to these tasks.

Sergei shrugged her shoulders gently.

"Aren't you okay? It would be a matter of death and death for Mr. Traver, too, wouldn't it?

"Yes, yes. When people are desperate, they use unexpected powers."

Pryan Blue, who was listening, nodded most seemingly in arms.

And when he makes a voice like he remembers something, "Ah," he pulls the sticky candy out of his nostrils and sticks it out in front of Fenghiko.

"Amy, come on."

"Am I, uh? Why is that?

"Huh? Oh. If I gave it to Mizuhiko, Fenghiko told me to give it to him too. Something like that because I like sweets."

Indeed, Fenghiko liked sweet things.

Mizuhiko apparently remembered that.

"Yeah, well, thank you."

Questions such as why I wanted to raise candy to Mizuhiko in the first place and why I suddenly remembered it came to Fenghiko's head, but I drove him aside for now.

I like sweets, and I'm glad Mizuhiko remembered that.

Fenghiko, who received the candy, took care of it into his nostalgia.

I'm going to eat it later.

Sergei, who watched that happen, turned his frigid face to Pryan Blue.

"Isn't that the guy in Mr. Traver's room?

"That's right. So, Mr. Traver, I want you to remind me that you exist by connecting."

It was Kazuhiko who decided not to ask for it for now and wanted to thank you only for the part of Mizuhiko's feelings.

The personality is alle, but only in terms of work, Pryan Blue was excellent.

I'm missing an extra wedding because of that, well, that's it.

Anyway.

After the harassment, Traver's facilities were beginning to interfere with operations.

The harassment at the hands of Sergei and the others was truly accurate and steadily shredded the functioning of the facility.

Traver predicted a good time and cried to the nobility of the matter.

Thank you. It doesn't feel like the usual bullying.

Maybe they're looking for Agney.

When told so, the nobles sent investigators within that day.

Exactly, in terms of Agney, he moves fast.

I suppose the nobility also understands very well that, at present, it is one of the world's leading bomb cases.

Then I wish I hadn't caught you in the first place, but I think it was a traver, but I can't even think about it.

The dispatched investigators did not take things too seriously, at first.

He was treading, either by mistake or he would just feel things exaggerated from the tension that held Agney in his arms.

But when I saw the status quo, I immediately changed my mind.

Even in the eyes of experienced investigators who have been involved in the affairs of the State and have been present at various sites, the situation seemed urgent.

First of all, there's no doubt that some agent, or someone similar, is making a molestation disguised reconnaissance.

The investigator looked at the situation and decided so.

In fact, this decision is wrong, but there were parts of it that I couldn't say enough about.

Because Sergei and the others were actually harassing each other with their intentions.

If you raid somewhere, a light attack beforehand is a common modus operandi.

Doing so blurs the opponent's actions, weaknesses, etc. when they are actually attacked.

Of course, Sergei and the others were harassing each other to look like that.

Instead, he was actually harassing me in the same procedure as he was doing his reconnaissance.

I faked it to look like that, not like that.

He was really preparing for the raid, and he was harassing him.

So it's more natural that investigators decided that "scouting disguised as molestation".

It could have been a sign of the investigator's excellence.

Of course, investigators aren't amateurs either, so they don't just pay attention to the fear of "scouting in disguise of molestation".

Other cases were assumed and reported to the nobility.

Some of them were pretty close to the truth: "Aren't you appealing to what you're scouting for?"

Unfortunately, the nobility who received the report never took it up.

Just because talented people in the field have raised their reports, there's nothing we can do about it but have the ability to the extent that the person standing up there can't take it into account.

Anyway.

Focusing solely on some of the reports that came up, the nobleman, who changed his blood phase, hastily contacted Traver.

Video and audio communications.

"I got an approximate report on the situation. Looks like there's a problem."

What was shown is how intelligently looking and sturdy it is.

The nose stands out well, the expression is calm and gives peace of mind to what you see.

The clothes you are wearing are of the finest quality that you can see across the monitor.

A nobleman who has pressed Agney against Traver, in person.

I tend to imagine fat people who feel anything when it comes to nobility that makes them do this, but that type would actually be a minority.

Aristocracy is a profession that often stands before people.

Keeping a good look is one of the tasks.

The good looks of this aristocracy will, of course, be due to blood muscles.

But more than that, there is plenty of money and effort to maintain shape through food, exercise, decoration, and makeup.

Travers had many opportunities to deal with professional patterns, aristocracy.

So I am well aware of the circumstances around it.

Because of this, even looking at a good looking aristocrat now was rather only getting an evil impression.

Naturally, he doesn't even let that happen every time, and Traver sticks a sales smile on his slightly twisted face.

"I'm really burning my hands. It's never happened before, but we're trying to figure it out."

Of course, it doesn't mean what's actually going on, etc.

Written with the angel's signature, brought by the crew who looked like they were screwed.

Oh, my God, I can't even tell you if my mouth is torn.

Traver's wish is only one.

I want you to just take Agney.

And I want them to take it away safely.

Though his stomach ached crispy, Traver didn't even yawn on that externally and kept smiling.

In that state, we will continue our negotiations with the nobility.

The other person has a thoughtful looking look and gesture, but they won't actually think about things as difficult as they are.

Actors and nobles are also selling their acts.

It is a routine tea meal, such as being the feather of repeating the same explanation over and over again to a nobleman who seems to be listening seriously.

In the first place, Traver hated a creature called nobility.

You have more power and power than yourself, and you can twist this one at any time.

I don't even want to get close.

Still, I had to deal with a commercial pattern.

So when dealing with nobles, I try to be careful.

That, in turn, is why noble opponents receive better, so the world is made of the irony of making.

"So, what do you think you should do?

Coming, Traver gasped inside.

This made it seem like a "I'm going to ask your opinion, too," "I don't know, what am I supposed to do? That's the question.

It is a scary thing that Traver's bias is perhaps the included view, but not incorrect, though.

"As it is, I will decide if it is dangerous. If possible, I was wondering if it would be safer to be transferred to a facility owned by Your Excellency. Anyway, the product is a product."

The aristocrats showed a glimpse of contemplation for a little while before nodding.

"Right. Right. Okay, let's get ready for transfer as soon as possible. I will turn to my minister, so you want them to keep the goods. [M] I want you to have a detailed meeting because I'll be in touch with you soon."

"Understood."

With his head down, Traver was relaxed as he relieved himself inside.

Now, for now, the first gate is a breakthrough.

All you have to do is hand Agney over safely, and then your shoulder load will finally come down.

I don't know how much arm the pair who have broken into this facility are, but they're like angels asking me to do my job.

Perhaps you will not fail.

Agney's tuck means he's going back to his people safely.

I also appreciate that I'm helpful, but I was also glad that Tuck was helpful.

If you manage to get things done safely.

Traver slammed to his desk, looking at the screen where the communication was cut off.

Around that time.

In the heart of the reviewed land, the Supreme God and the Land God were facing each other.

Nearby, tree spirits about the size of high school students are interested in gateball.

"Damn. I don't care. It's a story. On the rest of the day, I woke up a little earlier than usual."

"There is, isn't there?"

"If it was one day at work, oh, you woke up a little early, if I slept twice, I wouldn't be able to wake up, and it sucks, so much so that I'd graze in the futon thinking,"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"But that? You're off today, aren't you? I noticed. Yay, you can sleep! I did."

"He's the guy in the futon who notices patterns."

"Something's off! If that happens, I'm already tense. Conversely, you can't stay in the futon anymore, can you? When you end up out of the futon, something happens in an earlier time than usual!

"Uh, uh. Yes, I do!

"What the hey, that one!

Eltovael, who had been listening for quite a while, swallowed up words all the while wondering whether he really cared.

"Ha! Oh, yabe. If it stays like this, it will fall on this continent about a hundred years from now. A little off track."

"Doesn't it matter -! Ooh!"

"Ha! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Yabe, I'm bummed! hahaha!!

I already wanted to get into a lot of things, Eltovael, but I managed to put up with it.

You don't know what you're thinking about being at a far height.

Without thinking at all that they had exactly the same sentiments from humans, Ertvael sighed quietly.