The God has moved to another world.

Long before the juncture, Agney and the others had tackled each other very hard.

Ordinary tackle, combined tackle, and group gymnastics tackle.

Flying tackle, acrobat tackle, sliding tackle.

Until then, I had no boundaries. I had decided to tackle every tackle I could think of so as to clear up the puff.

Among them was Sanato, a tackle-loving young Agney.

I usually say, "Cool! For him screaming," or something like that, it's literally a junction I've dreamed of.

He was in the front row, tackling with all his might.

Of course, the other Agnies haven't lost either.

Every Agney loves to tackle the world.

In a long time ago, Agney and the others forgot me and repeated the tackle with joy.

But.

Essentially, Agney is a small, luxurious species of body.

To tackle a strong bond, he had an unfit body.

Even when using enhanced magic that became goblins, there were limits to increasing the endurance of the body.

In the beginning, we were Agneys who were energetically encouraging tackles, but one, one and the other and the shepherds start coming out.

By the time it was about an hour later, most Agney was stuck on the ground.

It was still Sanato who was exhaling among them.

The enthusiasm for that juncture also seemed bottomless.

But such a sanat finally reaches its limits.

"Guuuuu!

With the shock of tackling the junction, Sanato rolled to the ground.

Do you have the earliest magic on you, or you haven't been able to maintain your goblin appearance?

"Damn! Not yet! You still have to tackle me!

Still, only my heart wasn't broken.

Trying to get up somehow, Sanato squeezes his power.

But that body doesn't seem to have any power left.

He lifts his body slightly but falls again.

"Sa, sanato!

"Finally, everyone, is the limit of your health......!

"Because of this, we have a connection!

"Kay, cool......!

The other Agnies slap the ground with a remorseful face.

They all represent the thoughtful exhaustion of their health, and they seem to have said that their surroundings are just corpses over time.

The elder, who was falling down on his depression, looked around as he lifted his face only to welcome him.

And when you check a situation where not one person has been able to stand up, you eat your teeth out with regret.

"Damn! Looks like everyone's finally done their best... I can't help it..."

That's what the elder said, he gave a lot of strength to his expression.

Wrinkle deeply between the eyebrows and mouth the bitter choice.

"For now, once we're done here, let's all have lunch!

"That's right."

"I'm hungry."

"Rice noodles"

"Cool."

In response to the elder's voice, Agney and the others stood up one after the other and began to move toward their luggage.

Sanato and the elders get up in a hurry and walk over to you.

Nothing, it wasn't acting that was falling or anything.

No matter how tired you are, you get so energized before dinner or another fun thing.

The Agnies are a race like elementary school children who get better when it's lunch time, even if they're tired from excursions.

After finishing lunch, Agney and the others started consulting in circles again.

I just want to spend some time on tackles like this, but I'm not here for that this time.

I've only come to deliver a gift to the Red Sheath.

"So it's not like you have to go to Red Sheath."

"Right. Let's leave the junction behind first."

"Cool."

"Delivery is the key."

To the words of the elders, Agney and the others nod with a strange look.

It's been a long time since Agney and the others even seemed to have played it down.

I can't help but play around with it.

"I can come back to the lake later."

"The lake won't move."

"Cool."

"When we deliver the offering, we'll come back!

"Ooh!

"That's right!

"Junction!"

Speaking up, Agney and the others shook their fists.

It goes without saying that the Spirits of Floating Island shook up after seeing that happen.

Anyway, I'll come back later.

I'm sure the red sheath will pay proper attention, in case it comes back.

He shook himself unexpectedly by such a terrible imagination, and the spirits began to prepare themselves for the inspection of the juncture, no one could say.

I wonder if you know how hard the spirits struggle, Agney and the others start getting ready to leave cheerfully.

As we take care of each piece of luggage, we line up.

"Okay, let's go!

Together with the elders' hanging voice, Agney and the others began walking together.

It is in the direction of eight large trees.

The Agnies will finally be facing the Red Sheath for the first time.

The red sheath was sitting on the ground for now to wander around too disturbed.

Of course, it was Eltovael who made him sit down.

The God who stabbed the main body, the Zhu Painted Sheath, next door, and his accompanying angel sitting face to face on the ground are probably the only things you can see in this "reviewed land".

Though he was sitting upright on the ground, the red sheath still seemed softly restless.

He looks around for a moment and moves his hands and feet around.

Such a red sheath is funny, the Spirit Tree Spirits were riding over their heads or flying around.

I guess it's not heavy because it floats in the air on its own, but the spirits are already about the size of high school students when it comes to humans.

It seems that the red sheath is not the other way around right now, although it looks very gloomy because of the involvement of something about that physique.

"Um, Mr. Eltovael. I figured I'd at least prepare some tea or something..."

"It's okay. They come to serve, and they don't have to put those things out. You'd probably be surprised the other way around."

"Right! That's right! Right, right? Yeah. You just have to calm down!

Saying so somewhere excited, the red sheath sat back on the ground looking completely unsettled.

Seeing such a red sheath, Ertvael gently presses his temples and sighs small.

Does the Spirit of the Mediator standing on the left and right know how Eltovael feels, with the same look on his face?

"After all, Master Red Sheath doesn't seem to be able to do without Master Eltovael."

"I think you should stay here for a while."

The spirits tell me, Eltovael makes a face that seems difficult.

I put my arms together, roaring to think of something.

"It may be true, but you can't do a lot of research on it."

Not without Eltovael by the red sheath, because it should be good enough, but they don't dare go in there.

It was difficult for Ertvael, an intelligence-gatherer until he was originally morbid, to stand still in the same place.

Because the tree spirits know their nature, too, or they start to disappear with difficult faces.

But it's true that a lot of trouble is happening only when Eltovael isn't actually around.

Eltovael also thinks to be somewhat of a glitch as to whether he has that perception.

"Come on - how about we create another Guardian and ask that kid to gather information?

"Oh, maybe a good idea!

The Spirit of the Dark World Tree nods loudly at the twinkling of the Spirit of the Light World Tree.

The other spirits make their faces shine like they had their hands.

But the Ertvael of the day is a bitter look.

"No. Whatever it takes. That, at my convenience..."

It seemed to me that Eltovael was concerned about annoying God's hand at the convenience of angels.

As an angel of "Kaihara and Nakahara," it would be the right feeling.

Most unfortunately, there were only people here who felt a little off.

"Huh? Oh, isn't that okay? In the meantime, Mr. Amvalence said we could make two more Guardians."

Eltovael frightened his body with words that jumped out of the mouth of the red sheath.

Speaking of tree spirits, I am delighted to strike my hands with joy.

"Yay! Next is fire!

"Uh, isn't it the wind if you're collecting information?

It's the wind.

It's the wind.

"Damn! I knew it!"

Though he stood up and spoke out against everyone, the Spirit of the Spirit Tree of Fire slumped to the ground.

The windy Spirit Tree that was on the head of the red sheath distracts his chest with some proud face.

Eltovael was responsible for this.

"Oh, uh, Master Red Sheath. Nothing, I..."

"No. Mizuhiko seems to be full of hands just doing adventurers, and it's that personality, so hey. Mr. Tuhiko is protecting the land. I thought you needed something."

Surely Mizuhiko won't be able to expect anything more than his current job in character.

Nor can Tuhiko leave the land in vain in the work he is now entrusting.

When that happens, Eltovael is the only one who can count on gathering information outside.

It seems like it would be nice to get information from the heavenly realm, but right now the "Kaihara and Nakahara" heavenly realm is in a state of episode.

Because of the few decent working gods, they are in a very busy state.

It's not the kind of situation where you can ask for that, just because Red Sheath herself is being heard that several angels are falling overworked.

Eltovael also has an indescribable, bittersweet look on his face just because he is familiar with the circumstances around it.

Mizuhiko, in particular, can't seem to deny that she's just burning her hands.

"When Mr. Agney and the others get home, we'll figure out how to make it."

"Yes. Okay."

Eltovael nodded with a stiff smile at the red sheath.

That's when.

It was next to Eltovael, the Mad Eye stood up a bit.

Souhiko's voice echoes from it.

"Uh, can you hear me? It's time for Mr. Agney and the others to be there. Be careful."

In the words, the tree spirits lighten their expressions simultaneously.

In contrast, blood draws at once from the face of the red sheath.

Apparently, the tension has pushed in all at once.

Ertvael stood up and slapped his hands with bread.

"Now go back to your respective trees. Don't come out."

"Huh!

"Okay -!

"You're sneaking around!

"Dear Red Sheath, I hope you're not too nervous!

"Hang in there!

Encouraged by Eltovael, the spirits return to the trees one after the other.

Everyone speaks to the red sheath on each side, but each time the look of the red sheath grew bluer and bluer.

They're poking reality into words of encouragement, which seems to be counterproductive.

When all the tree spirits were gone, the red sheath was like burnt ash.

"Um. I'd rather be hiding somewhere too..."

That's what the red sheath says, it's time - to stand up in a slower motion.

As Eltovael approached the red sheath silently, he laid his hands on the sheath, the body that was stabbing him on the side.

And I can force you to push it all the way into the ground.

"Then please stay here, Master Red Sheath."

Eltovael smiling.

To its force, the red sheath sat back on the spot in the same motion as it stood up.

"Oh, I get it"

"It's okay, because I'm here too"

The expression of the red sheath is slight but softened by Eltovael's words.

Sathiko watched such a one-pillar-place exchange through Mad Eye.

Looks like Eltovael should stay after all.

It was dirt hiccup that I thought of it that way, but I didn't put it in my mouth.

Probably because I thought Eltovael himself would know best.

Sathiko gave Mad Eye instructions and made him dive on the ground.

Finally, the Agnies are coming.

The rows of Agnies carrying the offerings had reached the roots of the eight trees.

I look up at the big trees and they all sound like I'm impressed.

It would be impossible for Agney and the others to react like that.

Because there are flames and water and lumps of light and darkness floating around the trees.

"Wow."

"Cool."

"I don't know what's going on."

"Funny."

Agney and the others look around for a moment, even though they try not to drop their bags securely.

The tree spirits were driven by the urge to pop up, but this place is much more patient.

Eltovael tells me that if I am surprised, it seems pathetic.

"Ah, it's Master Eltovael!

One of them, walking near the beginning, raised his voice loudly.

The gaze of the other Agnies, distracted by the trees, gathers together.

Eltovael came to the settlement from time to time, so the Agnies knew him well.

Next to it, something like a stick is stabbed that the Agnies are unfamiliar with.

Bright red. It wasn't until Agney and the others realized that it was a sheath of swords, swords, etc., that they came right near Eltovael.

"Master Eltovael."

"The offering, I brought -!

"Cool!

"There's vegetables and alcohol."

When Agney and the others put their offerings nearby, they gathered together for straw and Eltovael.

Eltovael also loosens his dust and expression at Agney and the others he hasn't seen in days.

Of course, I was trying not to just look from the neck down.

Because it was going to hit me directly in the gut or something.

"Thank you all for your hard work. Master Red Sheath will be delighted."

"Thank you very much! By the way, where's Master Red Sheath?

Looking at the elder with his neck hanging, Eltovael smiles like trouble.

And I turned to the sheath that was stabbing me next door.

Staring at the sheath for a couple of seconds and sighing like tired, Eltovael clams his hands to get Agney and the others' attention.

"Come on, guys! Master Red Sheath will come!

Hearing the words, Agney and the others cheered loudly.

"Wow!

"Can you finally get ahold of me -!

"Everybody, hurry up!

"Cool!

"Ooh!

Agney and the others rushed around with butterflies and quickly made a clean line and lined up on the spot.

At the head of the middle is, of course, the elder.

Agnies kneeling on the ground all at once and bowing their heads.

To see that look, it doesn't seem to make much difference in any world to show respect for God.

Ertvael spoke softly toward his sheath when he slightly leaked his bitter laughter when he saw the Agnies like that.

"Sa, Master Red Sheath. Please say hello."

Responding to that little voice, small particles of light began to flood from the sheath.

Across the sheath, on the other side of Eltovael.

The overflowing particles gather there and begin to take a look at people.

What emerged only a few moments ago was a translucent appearance of a samurai.

A man with sharp, three-white eyes, and an often scary face.

However, the atmosphere was strangely soft and the expression was a stiff and bitter laugh.

Coming from different worlds to this land, it is the appearance of the Red Sheath of the Land God.

"Ooh!

"Cool!

"Wow!

"It's clear!

To the admiring voices of Agney and the others, the red sheath leaks a bitter smile as he puts his head on.

And I opened my mouth, as if to say something hard to say.

"Uh, hi, nice to meet you. I am now the land god of this land, called the Red Sheath."

Such a very red sheath-like word, though somewhat unreliable.

That was the first word the Red Sheath ever spoke to the Agnies as a god.