The God has moved to another world.

Houlika is highly discriminated against between races, with human supremacy as the country.

Although the population is large for this reason, it was difficult for good magic technology researchers to grow up and the development of the magic system was delayed.

Characteristically, it is a very weapons-oriented magic system, but it has to be said that development is two or three steps behind the least developed countries.

Triea Hourica is the fourth princess of that Hourica.

He was the bearer of a very bizarre and poignant doctrinal claim, but also a terribly successful figure.

Being terribly competent, she is entrusted with the task behind Hourika, even though she is still young.

No, it wouldn't be accurate to say that it's in your hands.

Trier took his place on his own.

The present king mourns that she was a four woman, and yet she lays down her breasts.

Had she been the first heir to the throne, Houlika would have made great progress.

However, in order to exchange it, it will probably take a different way to cast a shadow on history.

Maybe we should consider ourselves lucky that we didn't end up leaving a stain later.

Instead, isn't the current state the safest?

The present king thinks so.

In fact, I have to say that's a big mistake.

If Trier is willing to do so, he can still be the first heir to the throne.

The point is that all the older brothers and sisters should walk away.

Both the means by which it could be carried out and the arms by which it could be carried out, Triea held them together in twelve parts.

The reason I don't do it is simply because I don't find the shards attractive to something called the throne either.

For Houlika and for the neighbouring countries, that was fortunate.

So far, Triea's interest has been poured all over the "land under review".

Originally, Triea had a strong interest in following the will of the gods.

In "Kaihara and Nakahara," God is absolute.

The word is always right, and what is told to be done must always be accomplished.

There is no joy or sadness for what has been accomplished, just that what must be done becomes so.

Trier feels surprisingly flat and serene when he has done so with his own hands.

Often, there is something wrong.

When Triea acted according to the will of the gods, she gained a tremendous sense of exaltation and spiritual pleasure.

That wasn't a complete detachment, but it wasn't even accurate.

Originally, Trier was just the type of person with intense emotional ups and downs.

Joy, anger, pity, sadness.

Those emotions were constantly swirling through my mind with horrible twists.

I can't control my own mind on my own.

For Triea, it was a faint fear.

The fear also shakes Trier's mind with such great ups and downs that he seems insane.

Feels like I'm not who I am.

Triea, where her heart was at, was constantly shaken by the joy that seemed to burn, the anger that poked her furious hair heaven, the pity that made her want to scream and the sorrow that made her want to throw everything out.

But at one point.

From all of them comes the moment of fuzz emancipation.

Triea, a royal family, was blessed with the opportunity to be present at a sight with an angel.

The angel, who appeared for a compromise between nations, looked at Trier and said, "Was it a whim?"

"Encourage."

At that time, Triea said, "Oh, should I encourage you?" She felt very calm.

Just do what you're told and do what you're told and get it done.

I felt calm, flat and calm.

Exchange what you need to do.

There is no great emotion or sadness there.

My heart, which had just been flirted with by the storm, calms down.

Mirrored lake surface.

Even if it can shake in a slight breeze, it quickly calms down.

It was something Triea didn't ask for and didn't get all the time.

It was precisely at this time that Trier's way of life was decided.

Triea, who came to Bataluda Dide, was worried about how she did her job.

This job is to help the operatives who recaptured the Agney and escape.

Hidden evidence left on the escape routes and strongholds, chasing mess after the escape, etc.

There is a lot to be done.

However, the general operatives were in charge of those so-called royal roads and had already exhausted their hands.

Trier came all the way here to hit something besides those royal roads.

If all you have to do is go through the streets, there's no need for Triea to come.

If I leave it to my men, they will do it without difficulty.

There are many talented people to that extent.

But without difficulty, it's not enough.

I have to do more than the minimum work I need.

Without a minute's gap, the kind of work God and angel you leave to say, "That's fine".

When you have successfully accomplished that, I'm sure Triea will feel really calm.

People don't get angry when they see really great scenery.

But he sighs, and stands up.

Most importantly, Trier never had that experience.

I get excited, scream, laugh, and cry before the vast landscape.

A moment of true peace when you can be a heart that has been moaned.

It is only when we are certain that we have been able to conform to the will of the gods.

Triea first decided to check the information about Bataluda Dide from one end.

Just thinking about it is not going to come up with anything.

Formation, main history, famous cases, criminals, celebrities, current ministers, etc.

Various information will be streamed and read.

When this happens, Trier doesn't use magical devices.

Arrange paper-media books, documents, etc., and read them as they pinch up with this.

The screen medium is fine when I concentrate on one thing, but it seems a little inconvenient when I want to check a number of things.

It's good to be able to walk around or move your neck.

Moving your body is the only thing that stimulates you.

Looking at this list of executives shopping, I take a book dealing with indiscriminate killings using vehicles for mobility.

So, an idea came to mind.

Not unnecessary if only to get this job done, but a hand that will make a huge profit if it works.

It doesn't take a lot of work to prepare, and there's hardly any additional equipment needed, etc.

Failure has no impact on the success or failure of the job itself.

High return at low risk.

But the chances of success will be low.

There is a strong formula that would not work to the point of rounding it off that it would be useless to just do it normally.

That's why it means something to Triea to do and it means something to her.

It would be impossible first of all if it were another human being, but if it were a trier, or it could be made a success.

If we succeed, what will happen?

Bataluda Dide's head office should be quite confused.

In the field, there will be fatal delays in the initial response.

In that case, it will be quite difficult for the Bataluda Dide side to follow the trail of the Allied Execution Force.

The executive force seemed pretty good, leaving little evidence, etc., originally.

There, if Triea succeeds in coming up with something.

Chasing after may be described as practically impossible.

After all, it's just worth it.

If this succeeds.

I'm sure things will go according to Red Sheath and Eltovael's ideas.

How nice would it be if that happened?

I'm sure Trier's heart will get tranquility like a frozen lake at the dawn of midwinter.

Unexpectedly, exclamation and laughter leak.

A turbulent twist of emotion pushes me, though.

Soon, suddenly, he regained his composure.

Nothing, nothing can shake your emotions.

All we have to do is do what we have to do and do what we have to do.

Triea cheered softly and began to move quickly.

The tanks of the three Iron Wheel Knights, beginning with Shelbren, had been deposited in the harbour warehouse.

You can't bring a tank, a weapon to a boulder, all over the city.

It was necessary to keep it in the prescribed warehouse as per the rules.

The tank is equipped with artificial spirits and has the ability to defend itself.

It would have been fine to leave him alone, but Shelbren had decided to go check the situation regularly, just in case.

I can leave it to my men, but neither of them is suitable for this kind of work.

Particularly dangerous is “Dragon Knight” Hurley Byrne Claudiweather.

He looks like a commonsense man, but Huley was the quality of his hands as soon as he was provoked by other species.

Because you were born and raised in Metermagito, or because you don't have good feelings for other races that attack you.

That's not usually the case at all, but rather moderate.

Once you recognize your opponent as an adversary, you attack with no hesitation at all.

In that sense, it could still be said that the “baked” Lissalise Dreaux is warmer.

Even the most Lisalise can't be trusted very much.

Because when you judge that you are being taken lightly, you appeal to force in the same way.

Both have very dangerous personalities, but both have more than enough abilities.

There was no doubt that it was a human resource that could be used.

Well, most of all, it's only about rough stuff, and it doesn't help a lot for a decent job like going to check on the weapon.

Leaving the hotel where he was staying, Shelbren made his way to the port on foot.

I could have had a ride ready for the trip, but I decided to walk.

Because it was just in the middle of the night and there were stars in the sky.

Metermagito had the technology to extract magic from living plants.

For this reason, as many plants as possible are distributed on the ground and the people live underground.

During the day, a simulated sun floats in the sky.

We use special magic devices to bring sunlight into the ground from the outside.

At night, the ceiling also shows the starry sky.

Very well calculated, exquisite night sky.

Thanks to this, the view of Metermagito is almost no different from that of the ground.

If a person who knows nothing spent time in Metermagito, it would be quite difficult to realize that it was underground there.

Just.

Shelbren couldn't really just like Metermaguito's starry sky.

After all, the starry sky should be real.

Therefore, when I was out of the country, there were patrols and other outings, and I was observing the starry sky.

Leave Hewley and Lisa Lise and go outside the hotel.

The city is bright for a long time as it is in the heart of the city.

In the ordinary human eye, you won't be able to see too many stars.

But in the eyes of Shelbren, the elf, were many stars.

If the country is different, so are the starry skies.

As a matter of course, I have a fresh surprise.

Looks like there's been some kind of incident, noisy in the city.

Walking away from the crowded neighborhoods is going to be a little farther.

That, too, would be good once in a while.

Shelbren went for the airport and started walking.

Paper Snow Sai, who was looking for souvenirs, was perplexed.

I went around a few shops, but everywhere I went, there was one.

It is Taru-kun.

Designed to have hands and feet stuck to the octopus where all legs were severed, it was of a rather heterogeneous shape, even from a paper snow study.

First of all, it would be surprising to see the severed foot instead of the hand and foot.

It grows from the belly.

Octopus is an organism classified as a cephalopod.

As you can see from the design, the octopus has a mouth in the middle of the circle that the eight legs make, and the octopus grows on the area that hits the head.

The rounded part of the octopus's body is actually the part that hits the belly with a clogged gut.

Too heterogeneous, from the common sense of the head and foot.

What the hell does Taru-kun think of the changes that are happening to his body?

Octopus eyes are the same as goats and the like, with wide shapes on the side.

The inorganic eye prevented me from knowing my emotions.

In the first place, what is this Taru-kun?

These kinds of things contain mostly messages that I want to convey.

For example, selling specialties.

However, such things are not conveyed from Taru-kun.

Even the original eight-legged octopus was severed and somehow added limbs to the abdomen.

What the hell is this?

If the famous products around here are octopuses or strangely waters with lots of octopuses, I can still tell.

But they don't have anything like that either.

What is going on?

Paper Snow Sai couldn't help but wonder.

It's hard to imagine from the title of head of the Royal Magic House of Stenglaire, but Paper Snow Sai is basically an idiot.

Stupid. Honestly. Should I say stupid?

I don't like to think deeply about things, and I'm not very smart.

Even if I care about this kind of thing, I get stuck on my head and can't switch well.

Unless, of course, it's important during a mission or something, especially when that's not the case.

What is this guy?

What was the intent of it?

When I became conscious, I couldn't do it anymore.

I know it doesn't matter, but I can't help but care.

Paper Snow Sai held Babu-kun's minifigure in his hand and looked at it with an extremely serious look.

Always with all your might, Paper Snow Sai, who doesn't know how to add or subtract, takes a serious look at it, which means that it hits with the same tension as the battle.

Tensions that leak out of the body, called killings, had the kind of pressure that a concurrent person would pass out.

A visible subordinate tried to speak up, at that time.

An unexpected popped into the eyes of a paper snow sai that let his gaze wander wondering if there were any other dolls.

Special Exclusive Items Taru-kun Picture Book Distribution Party Announcement

When I did, there were colorful posters in the store.

I wonder what a picture book is all about.

Maybe it's like introducing Taru-kun.

Even if you don't, you should be able to grasp it as a person.

If you read about when and where to do it, how dare you, they're doing it near here today.

This will have to go.

Before I do, I have to pay for this Taru-kun minifigure.

Paper Snow Sai rushed towards the cashier.

No matter how big the town, there is roughly a limited number of paths that humans pass when they visit it for the first time.

Even if not, it is possible to speculate on the path that would be used roughly if the character of the person was distracted.

Nah, if you know what the purpose is, all the more so.

Bataluda Dide has a magical system that has progressed considerably, with surveillance nets laid all over the city.

As long as you have that much knowledge and skill, it's not hard to intercept them.

Houlika's instrumental magic is good at interfering with goods.

Even without a deep understanding of the magic system used, there were technologies such as forced intrusion from outside to obtain information.

Triea decided to use these two to harass Bataluda Dide in a way that was coincidental and inevitable.

For this reason, I decided to use the "steel” and "paper scrap” that happened to come to this country.

Even so, it's easy to do.

Let them bowl together.

That's all I have to do.

The only person who wonders what that means would be those two people who don't understand the heterogeneity correctly.

They're not easy opponents, like a lot of passive kids.

Both of them have the destructive power of a natural disaster class, such as typhoons and earthquakes by themselves.

No matter how carefully you prepare, all normal people can do is protect their lives.

Because it's more expensive to have unsuccessful formulas.

It's a monster, to speak for itself.

I can tell you that it is the right understanding to think of it as the same as a disaster-class monster like Dragon and others rather than as a person if you just look at the power of battle.

What happens if such a monster faces each other all over the city who are also hostile to it.

Being overwhelming affects your surroundings just because you're there.

Well, if that doesn't get to each other, we're staring at each other as adversaries.

For those around them, there is only such misfortune as coming down.

Both Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai noticed something strange as soon as they walked out.

I feel very slightly uncomfortable as I go first.

For example, the signal machine changes very little quickly, or there is a store that is queued to do it, and it becomes a feather that goes a little farther.

I feel like someone's been interfering with something.

Most of all, it's so slightly uncomfortable that if you were a normal person, no, perhaps the rest of the world, you wouldn't even notice if you weren't capable of something similar to these two.

I was probably just trying to explore the great yuan of discomfort, and it would be impossible to follow.

It seemed to me that those who were doing this were interfering, using some very far-flung method.

For example, sneeze in front of the station.

A man distracted by it missed the train and the order he was planning to place was delayed by a few minutes.

Orders will be rushed and freight vehicles used to transfer goods will be rushed more than usual.

Freight vehicles with slightly scattered attention do not notice a degree of pop-up that they usually notice, causing contact accidents.

That what was injured in the accident would be transported to the hospital and that the doctor, who had just completed major surgery before that, would be in charge.

The patient was helped, but the doctor became one who did not return due to overwork.

The opponent who is now interfering with Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai is the one who does that.

To take the doctor's life, and then he's the kind of person who's going to sneeze in front of the station in anticipation.

It's a terribly talented arrangement, though.

Well, if you look around the world, there's no such thing as doing the same thing.

If you take it from the two of us, it's a counterpart to a degree such as "an arrangement I've seen several times".

The odd thing is, you don't feel hostile.

Usually, this kind of arrangement comes to mind, and it is often with a sense of hostility towards the two of us that this kind of thing is done.

But from this opponent, I didn't feel any such aggressive will.

Somewhere I can feel signs that I'm enjoying the prank and skipping lightly on such footsteps as well.

So neither Shelbren nor Paper Snow Sai did anything particularly bothering me.

He decided to ignore it, even though he knew it was being done.

It won't hurt to leave you alone anyway, and I'm not at work right now.

I concluded that it was not enough to make a scene.

Perhaps they do this because they know it.

It's hard to be serious and angry with someone who's going to get twisted.

Both Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai thought that way and walked very normally.

But.

At one moment, consciousness moves to another at once.

And I realized the sincerity of the person who had set this prank up.

Both Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai were disguised to avoid sensing their immense power to avoid unnecessary confusion.

There is also something astonishing about the accuracy of its disguise, because it is literally two people with monstrous magical abilities.

Just because they had the power, they were both good at their ability to break through that disguise.

Huge amounts of power are really hard to hide.

Ordinary people and first-rate places are often deceitful, but similar creatures are not so difficult to nurse each other.

If that Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai approaches, what happens?

Early realizing each other's existence, Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai also came to the intent of what had been a prank at the same time.

I see, the ones who did this, for some reason, want Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai in a bowl.

That must probably have something to do with what would have been noisy if it had been done outside.

On Shelbren's head is Pryan Blue wearing a gorilla mask.

Paper Snow Sai came to mind with the appearance of a fiercely armed man who seemed to stand on his arm.

That's all we both witnessed, but we felt some other signs.

I guess he was doing some rough work.

Then, at the end of the day, let's engage Shelbren and the Paper Snow Sai to catch the attention of Bataluda Dide's people.

Neither of us can get our hands on each other with our positions and the pattern of work we are currently performing.

If we met face-to-face, it would end to the point of confusion without exchanging words.

But that should be enough.

There are creatures all over the city.

As the government of Bataluda Dide, we cannot ignore it either.

Even if we know there's nothing, we'll be able to crater all over the city in the aftermath, just in case we can do it together or even a threatening attack.

I can't naturally be a bad handler, but I'm never going to keep my eyes open.

Naturally, a lot of effort will be split between the two.

Even though we're just staring at each other.

Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai, who noticed this at about the same time, still came to the same conclusion, almost at the same time.

Funny, let's get one in that hand.

The two men, who were too overwhelming in power, were seldom subject to these flirting.

There's hardly any such thing as the one that does that to a monstrous opponent who would destroy the guy who did it country by country if he made one mistake.

Even if he was there, he was quite the sexual root or the crazy one, and both of those arrangements had been relentlessly erased.

But from this opponent, I can hardly feel any malice or hostility towards the two of them.

Either, "I'd like to borrow a little help from both of you, but can't you hope to hang out?" I can even feel something like humility.

More importantly, I would have preferred someone who was both watching beforehand and who would probably be involved in this case.

Shelbren highly values Pryan Blue as a swordsman as an intelligence agent.

He's originally spent some time as an experimental body in some special development facility, and normally it's going to be a root dark place, but I also liked the fact that he's a horribly floating, heartfelt asshole.

Paper Snow Sai has a kind of empathy for something called the Samurai of the Raptors.

A samurai who lives with one arm of his own, yet spares no life for him who has ordained himself Lord.

That attitude is also exactly what Paper Snow Sai aims for.

If it's a deal that I'm helping, I guess I'm not that bad of a bunch of people or stupid.

Then isn't it a pleasure to go out with him?

If it is a time when we are on each other's mission, it is a playful way to show off.

And there was another big reason.

Why should this one give way to him when he's just walking on errands?

It is a very simple intention that

Neither Shelbren nor Paper Snow Sai just hate to lose.

But with the stuffiness we had before, we had a considerable sense of confrontation with each other.

The fact that I realized it naturally makes me aware of it.

I would never want to change my path on that.

Instead, even if I can't get my hands on it, I just want to do as much as stare at it.

We thought of each other that way and walked away without changing our pace at all.

It was not until a little later that Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai saw each other.

We were aware of each other's presence from a distance far away, although we had excellent sensing abilities.

In the meantime, they kept walking in an attitude that they didn't even care about each other.

The problem was that we didn't care about each other's "nothing" attitude.

Kid hates to the point of hating, not even if, but what the unfavorite opponent does is what he feels like without worrying about anything.

Now we don't care about each other's attitude.

I approached a direct face-to-face distance. Opposite each other on sidewalks across two-lane roads.

Across the road where the cars crossed, Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai hung out.

Shelbren breathes heavily, trying to calm himself down.

When we confronted each other before, we did not carry a decent weapon together.

But now, tank silvrin tops are waiting nearby, necessary to maximize their capabilities.

We can call it in as soon as we can.

I won't take the back as I did then.

Instead, you'll be able to knock it off.

Paper Snow Sai nodded his jaw and pressed up the umbrella he was wearing.

I couldn't wield enough power last time, but not now.

A container filled with a satisfactory, best-in-class technique can be invoked shortly after a breath.

Even though the "steel one" is the opponent, it doesn't take the back.

Instead, can you even take the neck?

We thought about that with each other, and the faces of both of them were frightened.

"Didn't you think he could win now?"

I feel like he's insulting himself because he doesn't care what he's good at.

Few would be so angry.

The two showed off their odd sense of conjecture when it was unnecessary, and they tried harder and harder.

It is truly troublesome and affects the material world for those who possess immense magic to flirt with each other.

Specifically, the ambient air vibrates oddly, the glass breaks, the ground suddenly chooses, the gravitational balance breaks down and objects float.

Naturally, those who stare at each other do not care about such trivial matters.

Swinging is all around.

In the meantime, they were throwing it completely out of their minds, such as about the person who had been playing tricks on them.

Later, I'll remind you, at that time, you'll rather even remember a mild thank you for "well done then you set me up with a prank".

After all, if he doesn't care, he made me recognise him, which is why.

Afterwards, the rumbling continued for a while.

The head of Bataluda Dide is taken for granted.

Naturally, I'm not going after the people who kidnapped Agney.

The port town, which is also an important hub in the country, is Setouchi, whether it blows up or not.

The pursuit of the fugitive turns to the rear, and while he does, the evidence disappears from the next to the next.

In the end, it can be said that it was of some natural nature that the Agney abduction came to a labyrinth.

One of the warehouses lining the harbor.

Triea, who kept whistling in it, finally released her lips from her blowing mouth.

Naturally, I don't know the result without time, but everything seems to have worked out.

Making slight changes changes changes big things, events.

Did you say butterfly effects or something?

I feel somewhat different in meaning, but the nuances shouldn't be that far away.

What Triea was doing was calculating and generating it for the convenience of this one.

That, too, while observing the subject's behavior in real time.

It's not impossible on reason, but it's a cursive act, like they say it's impossible to actually do it first.

Normally, it would be like gathering information over the course of months and putting in place a complete attitude.

I just did that, and it's not necessarily going to succeed.

If only they were both like that.

There was a certainty in Trier that it would still work.

If you line up the reasons, there is no reason, and it will be easy to deny it.

But this time it actually worked.

Above all, it is there.

He devoted his efforts to succeed and actually succeeded.

There is nothing more meaningful in the field.

Triea thinks that arguing that you succeeded if you did is a luxury that was allowed other than what actually hit you with your life at stake.

To the sounds of water heard, Trier looked around.

Looking at the ground, there is a drip of red liquid.

Hands on his face, apparently it was Trier's own nosebleed.

Hi, I hear your brain's arithmetic abilities were coming to a limit,

He was sending too much blood to his head, and the mucous membrane in his nose seemed to have been hit.

If he hadn't bled out of his nose, he might have cut a thousand blood vessels around his brain.

Well, in case that's about to happen, you'll just notice.

Anyway, I'm glad it worked out.

For a moment, Trier's heart waves into fierce ecstasy.

But it's really a moment, and soon, like a completely windless, waveless lake surface, it calms down.

Yeah. I'm sure this has turned out just as the Red Sheath and Eltovael thought.

I'm not going to say what I'm proud of, etc., in line with your expectations.

It is only natural that God should do so, and it is also normal that it should be faithfully carried out.

The obvious just happened as normal.

There's no great emotion there, no great sadness.

Only there is peace.

"Oh, my God, how wonderful"

Triea sighed quietly, shaking herself slightly at something that seemed to loom up from under her belly.

When the flirting between Shelbren and Paper Snow Sai is over, and both of them have a strange appreciation for the person they've been playing a prank on.

The Red Sheath, as usual, was interested in a trading card game against the tree spirits while putting in place a stream of "reviewed land" power.

"Magic card, fast feed switch. Pick the whole monster and treat it as if three turns had passed pseudo. The choice is Goblin Tree LV5. Goblin Tree LV5 Effect Activation. Summon the Goblin Plant once a turn"

"Also, Monsieur - but how did it go?!

"Magic activated, fast summons. I can pay for my life and summon monsters normally. Summoning is a bulimic fig. Destroy all botanical monsters in your place and use the sum of their Attack and Defense as your abilities. However, at the end of each turn, your Attack decreases."

"Attack surpassed the Spirit Tree Monster of Fire!

"Not yet! Even if the monster is tattooed, the HP will peel! Evil Eyed Fallen Angel Holy Demon Swordsman Fragile can be plugged if he is deceived!

"Of fire, you just say the name of the neighborhood so fluently."

"Sure, it's not enough yet. So activate the graveyard monster effect. Excluding fossil beasts from the game enhances the attacking power of Kemono monsters in the field"

"Hey, what? No!

"In addition, the monster of the hand, the effect activation of the ubazakura entrusting thoughts. Increase the Attack of Monsters in the Field by sending them to the Cemetery for just one turn"

"Are you still going up!?

"Now attack with a bulimic fig! Food Burst Stream!

"Ghaaaa!!

"Uh. I'm running out of fire, traps and magic."

"I don't know because it's a deck to get monsters out of fast. The red sheath-like counter system. Think about it."

Apparently, the red sheath won.

It's a red sheath that's bogged down and basically doesn't think anything of it, but for some reason I'm good at these games.

"Sarasu is the Red Sheath! My face should be compelling with my three white eyes, but I'm just confused for some reason -!

"Yo! Powerless God!

"Ha-ha-ha. Nothing comes out of that compliment."

Is that a compliment?

Eltovael, who feels indescribable listening next door, but decides to stay calm.

Because the tree spirits and the red sheath seem soothing and truly enjoyable.

I've been putting a lot in here lately, and I've been busy.

Having been able to help one of Agney safely would finally take a breather.

Of course, I can't stay alert until I come to the "Reviewed Land," but it still seems safe for a moment.

Even if something went wrong, I was ready to deal with it immediately.

Kazuhiko is also aboard the disguised vessel on which Mizuhiko and the others are aboard.

Not to say that I don't worry at all, but it is only a matter of Eltovael or Tuhiko pulling their minds together.

For the red sheath, I just got a little relaxed, no problem at all.

I just want you to concentrate on your task of preparing the flow of power, even if it's a distraction with play.

For the red sheath, the job is the same as breathing.

You want me to concentrate on that, which means that I want you to stay calm.

"I'm praising you, are you?

"Well, Mr. Red Sheath's laid-back face is also a beauty."

"Really? - I used to be told that foxes and other dumb faces. Hmm?

Suddenly, the red sheath frowned.

Essentially sharp eyes make me look surprisingly harsh.

Even so, as it is usually the case, neither the tree spirits nor Eltovael feel compelling at all.

Probably going to remind me of something important.

The red sheath, which is basically the Zako God, has weak memory.

It wasn't uncommon for me to be unable to remember anything at all that I remembered.

Rather, it is always in that state.

Can't remember, can't remember, is the default for the red sheath.

The tree spirits look at each other and start talking a little bit to you.

This time, can you remember or not?

That's what I'm betting on.

It is, of course, a negative effect from the imbalance.

And Eltovael opened his mouth in an attempt to avert it, at that time.

"Awwwwwww!!!

It's a flipped out loud.

He holds his head with both hands and glances at his body.

"About Mr. Tanuki, he was so annoyed. Awwwwwwww!!!

"Who is it?

"I don't know"

The tree spirits lean their necks wonderfully.

By contrast, Eltovael seems to be peeling his eyes at surprise.

Apparently, you know what the red sheath says.

"What's wrong with this? Yes!!

Screaming like a rare chopped feather for a red sheath was sucked into the blue sky of a "reviewed land".