The God has moved to another world.

Pryan Blue was often given a solo assignment.

Not only is she good as an operative, but her abilities also play a role in that reason.

A special ability that cannot be attributed to magic: it is divisible to dozens of people and everything is the body.

This ability to demonstrate a small number of advantages during infiltration and an adult number of advantages when in battle is a perfect addition to an agent challenging a solo mission.

Knowledge, application, experience and combat ability to all kinds of magic.

It could have been said that Pryan Blue, which has them all together at a high level, has no shortcomings that seem to be roughly faulty.

If so, two.

character and an obsession with a happy marriage.

Well, it's a fatal flaw.

The city is a constantly changing thing, and one very visible way to go.

In order to get an idea of what's going on right now, I have to walk myself.

For that reason, Pryan Blue was walking around alone, Einfarble.

The Fourth Princess of the Kingdom of Hourica and her escort are waiting at the hotel.

Relax gracefully by pushing your troubles, but it's better than walking without darkness.

On the day you accidentally get involved in a case, it can be an international problem.

I was also hired by pirates as a caution stick, but that's it, this is this.

Diplomacy is something that if there is a gap at all, it will shrink your feet.

Of course, this one's going to be creepy.

Einfarble is a very vibrant city.

The number of people is high and the entrance and exit are intense.

No one is suspicious, even if a stranger comes from somewhere else.

For an operative, it would be a very grateful city.

As he walked around, Pryan Blue slammed the city into his head.

Where and what is there and what atmospheric shops are gathered?

Buy and eat in the open air while gathering such information.

There was only the city of boulder adventurers, and there was something called the open air of alcohol.

Naturally, Pryan Blue purchases this as well.

"Hey, it's hard to drink or something in the daytime, even though it's for investigation. It's really hard."

With an extremely happy face, Pryan Blue muttered about it.

No matter how you look at it, it just seems like you're enjoying sightseeing, but this is also a volume of work.

Can I just say that my hobby combines benefits?

Roughly looking around Main Street, Pryan Blue now moves on to a slightly deeper alley.

The first place the adventurers used to build and sell their gear was the place to stay.

Sometimes it's daytime, and every store seems to be idle.

Adventurers work during the day, so buying more gear, servicing, etc. is always done at night.

So this is the only time I have an adventurer on vacation or someone else working.

It is in the middle of the night that Einfarble is most vibrant.

This is the quietest part of the day.

Nevertheless, it doesn't mean there are no people at all.

There was an adventurer who wasn't at work.

Everyone chooses a weapon in their own store, on a serious note.

In the guise of casual wind, Pryan Blue gazes at those weapons.

"Made by the Alliance, it's crystalline magic. I knew you could have just your knees."

In this world, magic has a completely different system from country to country.

The Alliance had its own magical system, not attributed to any country.

The only organization in the world that has the technology to process demonic stones and has its own magic system.

That's the guild.

While on your side, it is a horrible organization when turned against enemies.

Many of the adventurers used the Guild's "Crystal Magic" used weapon shop tools.

Sometimes magic technology is not available unless it is within that country, as it can be treated as confidential information in various countries.

But the Alliance is everywhere in the world.

Easy to obtain and stable performance.

These adventurer stores are a good substitute for what you see.

By the way, Pryan Blue, flying around the world, always used magic tools with crystalline magic.

Because when they are caught by the enemy while infiltrating, they do not know from their possessions which country they are from.

Except for two of their belongings, they're mass-produced by multinationals like guilds.

"Uh. But it's time for a rattle. I think I'll buy it back. Clocks and all that. I think it's an expense. It's going to cost a lot this time."

Walking with a bump and a grunt, an unusual, fitting boy walked in from before.

Something like a pair of trousers on a jacket with a unique structure that matches the front.

He's a human boy dressed like a samurai.

As soon as he confirmed the boy, Pryan Blue stepped up his vigilance only in his head without putting it on the outside.

Because I knew immediately that I was not the usual person, just by walking and signs.

Rough work is irresistible if you don't seem to be able to measure the strength of your opponents to some extent from their looks and behavior.

I don't see it in person, I capture the boy only at the edge of my sight.

The more I look at it, the more convinced Pryan Blue is that he is a terrible opponent.

At least, I want to forgive you for doing this.

I don't mean to be weak, but I'm not the type of person who likes life-threatening slaughter.

Pryan Blue had determined that the way the boy walked, behaved, belonged exactly to the samurai.

I'm guessing it's not a cosplay of the Tsubaki, it's a human samurai.

When it comes to samurai, it is common sense in the industry to speak of samurai and samurai.

I had never heard of a samurai other than the Samurai in the first place, but it is common practice when doing this job for exceptions to appear in front of me.

What to do when this happens, it was decided.

"Best not to get involved, ever"

Whimpering in his mouth, Pryan Blue takes his eyes off the store and starts walking.

I'm going to be so different from the boy I've been with for a long time, I'm staying focused.

To the evidence, his hands were on the sheath, even as he disguised himself as a casual wind.

Normally, it's not much of a complimented move as preparation to pull out a sword, but this is the city of adventurers.

These actions are not uncommon.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, sliding aside from each other.

That, it was a moment.

Until then, the boy's hand, which was dangling back and forth, fell on the sheath of a knife on his hips.

Pryan Blue's tension increased at once.

I don't put it on my face, but I have strength in my hand holding the sheath.

The boy's gaze, which was pointed forward, moves greatly.

Pryan Blue is ahead of him, who moved his neck slightly.

There's something cold running on my back.

My hand was about to reach out to the sword, but it was overwhelming.

Because I couldn't see the boy's hand moving barely into the knife pattern.

With the tension swelling, neither the boy nor Pryan Blue kept walking without stopping.

If there's any trigger, we'll slash each other at that moment.

The distance definitely leaves, albeit with a touch of instant air.

Pretty much just in time, Pryan Prue breathed relief.

To a boulder, if you leave this far, you won't be slaughtered right into it.

To confirm, Pryan Blue stopped his leg and turned around afterwards.

When you look at the boy with a certain sense of certainty, you are guided.

The boy also looked back and stared closer to Pryan Blue.

The hand is no longer on the knife.

After the boy stares at Pryan Blue, he takes off his gaze and enters the road between the store and the store.

From what I've just confirmed, it's supposed to be the road that leads to an unpopular alley.

"Invitation," he said.

Pryan Blue started walking into the alley where the boy disappeared when he grinned as if tired.

As I entered the alley, I went out to a slightly open place.

It's an empty space like it was built, sandwiched by tall building walls and walls.

"Ooh. The sky is square"

Looking up at the sky separated by a high wall, Pryan Blue shrugged as impressed.

Returning his gaze to the ground, an earlier boy stands.

Black clothes, black eyes and hair.

An emotionally invisible, faceless look.

And a knife I put on my hips.

In the country around here, he's a rare looking boy.

"Pulaman/Buru, you can't be wrong"

"Sooo good. So, what can I do for you?

To the boy's words, Pryan Blue responds with a serpentine face.

You look out of your mind, but the truth is, the vigilance hasn't been lifted.

Knowing the name means I guess there's something I need to do.

The coverage that that's not dangerous is nowhere.

Instead, Pryan Blue's professionally, in most cases, develops into a havoc.

"Oh. There is. So I went out of my way to have him come."

Saying, the boy slapped the knife he put on his hips.

I guess I put my hand on the knife at the wrong time to show it to distract me.

Are you trying to tell me that the boy is not willing to fight, or let him put his hands up against Pryan Blue?

"Mushiku, Watanabu, Mizuhiko. I don't know what it is, but it's better this way."

Almost at the same time as that word, something pushed me from the body of a boy named Mizuhiko to Pryan Blue.

Signs, should I say?

It is invisible, but it is not accompanied by an entity or energy.

But I can only say it's a sign that I can feel for sure.

Something unquestionable that forces you to know what its existence is.

It's a sign that you can only have a god or something with it.

By the time Pryan Blue jumped up in his face to be incited, the signs had already disappeared.

Perhaps he exuded it just to make sure.

It was only a few moments ago, but it's an unquestionable sign.

I wonder if this boy named Mizuhiko is an angel or a Guardian.

Pryan Blue laughed powerlessly when he put his hand on his face like he had come.

"Seriously - Seriously...! Seriously, this is what happens...!

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

I don't care what anyone thinks, because I thought this job was bad.

He wouldn't do anything he likes and inadvertently tries to touch God's wrath.

He was going to investigate Tekito, help Tekito with the princess of the kingdom of Hourika, report to Tekito, and return to his country.

I didn't think it would be a problem if I just said, "I think if I stepped in any further, there would be a heavenly punishment."

In fact, I inadvertently and seriously investigated and stepped through the mines, touching the wrath of the gods, I can't let it spill when it happens.

Instead of my boss targeting me for my life, it's the worst thing that could ever happen to me that I could ever leave until my wedding term.

"I didn't want to get involved......! Seriously, I didn't want to get involved...!

"I don't know what it is, but it's a lot."

So worried about Mizuhiko, Pryan Blue was twirling himself around.

Nevertheless, I can't help but get this far.

When Pryan Blue sighed loudly, he turned to Mizuhiko and corrected his residence.

"So, uh, what can I do for you?

"Come on, look at me. He wants me."

That said, Mizuhiko stuck her hand in her nostrils and pulled out one envelope.

Bright white envelope with red wax stamp.

It is no longer very commonly used now, but in official texts and so on it was still an occasional style object.

In short, a substitute who is visually complaining, "It is a very important letter," so.

"Oomi? I mean I've kept it... from who to whom?

"I don't know. It's just been awkward for a while."

Mizuhiko put the letter at her feet in a slow motion.

And then kick the ground and jump up into the air.

He quickly ran up to its roof as he kicked the wall of the building and looked down at Pryan Blue, who was down there.

Looking up impressed, Pryan Blue speaks out "ooh".

"If you look at it, it must be exciting. I have the alphabet, so this is it."

"Yes, yes. I'll check. Another job?

"No. It's easy today, so I'm going to make it harder."

"Oh. That's important business."

"Oh, my God. That's a mess."

With a serious look. That said, Mizuhiko turned back and walked away.

There is a high and low difference, so if you can stop the peeping in, you can't see it from Pryan Blue.

I was Pryan Blue looking up for a while, but I sighed one big time.

When he walks out with a sloppy trick, he takes an envelope placed on the ground.

Nothing was written on the table and the back was closed with a red wax mark.

Wax stamps are objects that have been sealed with candles and metal or other stamps.

In the form of that pressed object, it is a dimension of knowing who wrote it.

Confirming the shape of the mark, Pryan Blue frowned.

Because I felt like I looked familiar.

When the terminal that was stuck in the inner pocket is retrieved, the camera is activated to capture the mark.

Based on that image, a search was performed by activating the function of finding similar footage.

This feature is quite superb and can be searched for in facial photographs, etc.

It is a fairly pricey piece of equipment that was made available to the home country immediately after entering Einfarble.

Well, it's a guild product.

In seconds of things, the search results come up.

"Ugh......"

I had some anticipation, but when I saw the result, Pryan Blue groans unexpectedly.

Because the shape of the seal was used by the "sinful angel” Eltovael.

Speaking of Eltovael, as those two names say, he is an angel who is said to have a role in monitoring human sin.

So he was a terrible opponent for any country.

Anyway, the coming of this angel means being exposed to the sins of that country.

For something like Pryan Blue, he's the most awkward, wary angel.

"All I can smell is trouble - damn it...!

Pryan Blue felt disappointed and weakened when he put his head on Gashigashi.

And whine in a sigh mix.

"Isn't the wedding far off again? This."

It was Pryan Blue who was seriously worried that it was too late.