"I need to talk to you."

It was Thor, the thunderous god, who said that in a town lodging in Fitzgard.

Sitting face to face are Rosa the Mage, a fellow summoner brave Masato-kun, and Reese the Sheaf.

And then there's Durahan, who's almost an authorized spy, but again, he feels signs that Tor will soften something up, and his stomach aches and he's pale.

By the way, Masato-kun, the leader of the party and summoner brave, said, "I'm going to explore if anything has fallen" and went for a stroll around town.

Though I don't exactly fish for private house tance, my behavior is totally a game brain.

"Actually, I am Thor, the thunderous god of the Earth gods."

That's more like it now.

Actually, nothing, you were never willing to hide it from me. Ms. Durahan stuck it in her heart to a confession that made me want to say you.

I suspect Durahan would have even been willing to take Myolnil out, or rather scatter, if it had been pronounced anyway, it would have been almost the same pseudonym.

"Oh, no! I can't believe Mr. TOOR was a TOOR god!?

You're lying. You!

Mr. Durahan puts a brain cling in again to Rosa's reaction, who is supposed to be a brilliant magician.

Surprisingly, I almost lost my mind too dangerously. Flying your head spawn with amazing momentum is also the Demon King's favorite reactionary art, but when you do it in front of a human being, you weigh yourself down because it becomes a hell of a picture of an annoying cry.

"Uh... Thor, God... I know."

Meanwhile, I'm obviously familiar with you, Mr. Reese. My eyes are swimming around in the momentum of discovering a new continent.

Well, this one's like, "God? If you want me to believe, give me money," because I'm from so many poor people, there's no way I don't know.

Still, I know or blah blah blah, because I don't want Masato-kun to think I'm stupid over the age I want to stretch out.

But occasionally, because of that, Masato-kun fumbles his lying knowledge, and Mr. Durahan preaches to me.

"But why now?

Leaving aside the women who were more pompous than expected, Mr. Durahan proceeds with the conversation for now.

Masato-kun is my pace for this party, Tor is my brain muscle, Rosa is natural, Reese is a tundra, and I can't go on without Mr. Durahan partitioning.

I'm worried about Mr. Durahan's stomach wall, which is supposed to be here as a spy, but is the feather that divides the party.

"Mm-hmm. Actually. Asgard told me it was time to come home."

In those words, Mr. Durahan posed as a gut inside.

I already said in my mind, "Kah-uh! Kah-uh!" Cole.

"But we can't just leave the immature Masato. When I said that, Lady Odin was reluctant, but Loki managed to stay here because she persuaded me to. Mm-hmm. You're my best friend to have."

Seriously. Master Loki, you suck.

Loki, by the way, is the half of the Ground Divine and Giant tribes, a god who is roughly with Susanoo, who has adventured with Tor, deceived dwarves and stolen treasures, and cut off Tor's wife's hair.

However, Master Susano became a hero from Yamatano Orochi's exorcism and others after his exile from the high heavens, whereas Loki is hostile to the gods and, on the end of the day known as Ragnarok, is taking the giants to fight the gods.

I also collect faith from the Demons because they are such gods, but only this time did Mr. Durahan want to stop believing too.

Master Thor says his best friend or something, but he must have just banished this brain muscle into the human world laughing "this is getting interesting".

"Well, that happens. For a while now, I thought I'd stop hiding things from you guys who are still traveling together. It may be annoying from you..."

"No. That's not true! It's more of an honor!

"Well, it's not that annoying now. Tool is the Thor god? That doesn't change anything, does it?

And Rosa and Liese, who accept Master Tor lightly.

I wonder why it is not up to them to decide to divide it.

With that in mind, I'm staring away somewhere and my spirit's gone somewhere, Mr. Durahan.

The other world is still peaceful today.