The God has moved to another world.

Metermagito, a forest city state with a species called the High Elf as nobility and an elf occupying many of its people.

Built in the woods, this country is famous for having little to do with other countries.

The sole is a long-lived species, derived from the idea that for the elves with strong powers, all other creatures are objects of inferiority.

For the elves, other species are slippery animals so that humankind on Earth does not feel the need to grant human rights to monkeys.

Some of them show mercy to humans, hobbits, etc.

But Sole is often only something like an "animal patronage spirit" and not something that recognizes the personality of the same row.

Elves who hate that idea leave this country.

Inevitably, the national style of Metermagito never changed from "other race = animal".

What has developed in this country is a form of magic called "sculpture iron magic" or "iron plate magic".

It activates the sole by planting a circuit to activate the technique on the iron and pouring magic into it.

Iron is considered the best subject to be engraved.

Although the alternative is advantageous, iron is the most efficient.

This is because hundreds and thousands of years of witchcraft have been studied to create the "most suitable technique for engraving into iron".

If you go to another country, the magic forms are completely different.

Metermagito had another very distinctive technique.

It's called extracting magic from plants.

Magic is the energy that is very present in nature.

The organism takes it into the body, folds it up, and consumes it for life activities.

And use the surplus as energy to use magic.

The magic present in nature is very thin and unsuitable for performing a miracle called magic.

Therefore, it is usually necessary to increase the concentration.

The process is usually dependent on bioconcentration using one's body.

Overshadowing the sole was Elf's technique of "extracting magic from plants".

Plants accumulate very high concentrations of magic in their bodies due to the nature of sucking up water and nutrition from the earth.

Its magic power is often restored to the atmosphere as it is and is rarely used as energy.

The amount of magic was assumed to be large trees, giant trees, the more intense the concentration.

The elves succeeded in forcing the sole to be extracted from the outside world.

At this moment, the Metermagito elves did not just "duty as living in the woods", but turned into something that would protect the woods "for their own benefit".

Giant trees to exploit magic and an iron-covered urban state to sing prosperity.

That was what Metermagito looked like.

Wide hangars existed in the corner of Metermaguito.

Built near dozens of metres underground, its location was the garrison of the Knights defending Metermagito.

In order not to reduce the number of trees that are sources of energy, facilities that require a large area are often built underground.

This "Iron Wheel Knights" base was one of them.

The most widely taken space on the base is the tank maintenance facility, which also comes from their Iron Wheel Knights name.

Tanks are, of course, separate from "tanks" as they are on Earth.

But it is also different from the "horse-towed tank", as it was used in medieval Europe.

As mentioned above, the magic technique of Metermagito is supported by iron.

Instead of casting a spell or cutting a formation, magic is activated by pouring magic into the carved iron of the magic ceremony.

A tank driven by the Iron Wheel Knights is a trolley that carries a pilot on two wheels.

And it is made up of a wide variety of sorcery turrets.

This tank, which walks on its own by gaining the magic of a pilot rather than being hitched by an animal, is willing to stand on its own.

This doesn't mean it's equipped with metaphors or some conditioned computer-like stuff.

Tanks contain artificially crafted magical life, or artificial spirits.

This made the tank boast a high degree of runability and stability, despite its volatile shape of two wheels.

And the large body features a variety of defensive magic and boasts a defense that can be considered absolute.

Sole was neither subject to nor object to the "dragon" brace attack, also known in this world as the Absolute, so much so that it was possible to operate even in the midst of strategic-class large-scale magic.

Even more notable is the wide variety of "carved iron plates" that made loading possible because of their giants.

Magic requires a large "carved iron magic formation", "carved iron plate", the more complex the effect the sole has.

Because of its giant size, tanks are able to mount and drive a number of carved iron plates that gently exceed the limits a soldier can usually carry.

Of course, wheels made of iron are not just things.

It incorporates complex magic. This is possible to drive without any problems at all, be it muddy or evil roads.

Overwhelming defense and the magic of the attack of the infinite.

And the ability to ride horses.

There was only one decisive weakness, although it was a tank worthy of being called a "moving fortress" by another country.

That means relying on the operator for magic consumption.

Maintaining strong magic will, of course, require a magic worthy of sole.

Among the races were elves with extremely high magic holdings, but very rarely are they able to operate tanks in combat even in Sole.

In fact, even within an elf-rich Metermagito, there are no more than twenty things with enough magic to be able to operate a tank in practice.

Even the Knights of Iron Wheels, currently the only Knights to operate tanks, held thirteen of them.

Among the battle forces held by Metermagito, it is considered low as "battle power" due to its small number, even though it is extricated and outstanding.

That was the Iron Wheel Knights.

One man stood in the hangar of the Iron Wheel Knights.

The look on its face staring at the tank under development was rugged and exactly like a military man.

His name is Shelbren Grosso.

He is the leader of the Knights of Iron Wheels, nicknamed Shelbren of Steel by another country and feared.

Upon reaching the age of 68, he was a born knight, with a forged flesh and a magical possession thrust through among the elves.

He is an elderly man from a human point of view, but an elf with twice the life span of a human being, he is still a workaholic.

"Ta-da."

There was something about him that called out in a distracted voice.

It's Keith Maxwell, Deputy Head of the Iron Wheel Knights.

"What's up?"

"Face, frightened!

Keith seriously startles his body with the Shelbren he called and looked back at.

Sure, I'm afraid of Shelbren's face, but it would be about him, the belly heart, who can cut such a thing in the front.

Nor was the wind offended by rude remarks, and Shelbren turned his face back toward the tank.

"You have a face that doesn't float. I thought you meant the other operation."

Saying, Keith lines up next to Shelbren.

An operation in the meantime is nothing else.

It was the king's life, Operation Agney's captivity.

Elves are a species with a much longer life span than any other species.

Its high ability to live a long life span of 200 years is too much to give ourselves special attention and look down on others.

But no one will be able to blame Sole.

In fact, they elves are far superior to other species "as organisms".

If weak and strong eating is the norm, then it is important.

But there were also those who were far better than such ordinary elves.

It is a royal and aristocratic "high elf" of elves.

Their high elf life span is ten times that of a human.

Live a thousand years.

The power is proportional to the years of life, and even the elves, he said, do not reach their feet.

But the elves, and the high elves, are creatures.

There's something you'll never get away with.

Old.

Elves have a long life span.

But its spiritual structure is actually not very different from the human sole.

Old or dead, they are the object of fear.

Fear of old age is strong for a long life expectancy and long years of being healthy.

The elves fear and dislike it, which gradually erodes their bodies and surely deprives them of their power.

If you are a high elf with a long life expectancy and a strong power, that is all the more true.

Let's say we can survive a thousand years.

We, 300 years, will be spent in our seventies in terms of human physical age.

I wish I was healthy.

But the 700 years to be there have definitely eroded my body.

Will the joints bend safely?

Any bone abnormalities?

Do you still have the muscles to just stand and walk?

It's painful even if you don't die, do you suffer from the disease?

Can you put up with the fact that you were beautiful and that you are old, both seeing and maiming?

High Elves are exposed to those fears for hundreds of years.

They were very good as organisms.

If you lose one leg and another, you will not die.

I can't die.

I can live forever as it is and live to life as it is.

Remains a barren and ugly body dragged.

Yes, what the High Elves fear more than anything is old and sick.

A curse inflicted by other animals jealous of High Elves, who were immortal long ago.

Sole is old, and the High Elves were half as serious as they believed.

If you stay young.

We can even have infinite lives.

Yes, the High Elves believed.

One newspaper was delivered to them like that.

We may find a way to make immortality possible.

This is good news.

No, words like that would be raw.

It was a dream, a hope, a desire, a light, and a similar revelation from God, exactly what you should get by throwing away.

Here's what the information says.

An elf surgeon has been studying animals for a long time.

They, called Agnies, somehow close their lifetimes with the same appearance all the time.

Though, the sole is not uncommon for animals.

Are there any human beings who have ever seen a bumpy frog or an old mite?

I didn't even think it was unusual, but I came across an unexpected phenomenon in the experiment.

The moment he put Agney in a space that artificially depleted his magic, that Agney was "rapidly aging".

Certainly if you put an organism into a space without magic, it's natural for it to die.

However, there is no such thing as aging.

Will the sole person age for putting a human into a space lacking oxygen?

The absence of magic means that there is only one missing element necessary to sustain life, and there is no way that phenomena such as aging can occur.

So, if there is.

I wonder what this phenomenon means.

Of the several samples taken and studied, the surgeon drew one conclusion.

"Agney keeps his appearance, his physical age, young due to some magical element"

If we can figure out that magical element and apply it to Elves, High Elves.

When the hypothesis was announced, Metermagito became enthusiastic.

Literally, it's hot, it's crazy.

Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, things that should never have been available were rolling on the ground.

The reaction of the elves, especially the High Elves, was remarkable.

No matter what you do, no matter what hand you use, no matter what sacrifice you make.

Capture Agney and find out.

There could be no object to the death of the king.

I can't be different.

I want you to even think about it and see it.

For the elves Agney is similar to a monkey from a human being, no, a rat.

Suppose the sole becomes an ingredient for getting immortality.

Will mankind remain without desire for a sole?

Can you say "I'm pathetic, so let's not" and so on without hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting.

At least the elves didn't even have the idea of quitting being that pathetic.

The Iron Wheel Knights, the most powerful force in the country, set out to capture Agney and the others.

The result is, as you already know.

"No way, Captain, I have questions about orders, or something?

To Keith leaning his neck, Shelbren turned his gaze only once and returned to the tank again.

"You think so?

In response, Keith accidentally blew it out.

"No way. A knight is a device that obeys orders. Who do you think beat you up?"

Shelbren doesn't change one expression to Keith, who laughs at him for wanting to be next door.

Two very different types, but very good friends, both public and private.

One of the reasons was that it was Shelbren who spotted Keith's talent early and took him up as a knight.

But I don't care.

With a smile, Keith said so.

"I don't care how you do up there in the first place. I don't see Agney as a person. I can't go along with the high elves all the time."

Shelbren still doesn't move one eyebrow into Keith's words that flatter his shoulders.

Keith's words were a recognition of Agney as one personality.

That's why we're heretical in Metermagito right now.

For a knight who presides over the defense of his country, you can call it a certain serious idea.

If it's normal, Sole is like being put on trial.

But Shelbren doesn't even show off his sauce.

"It's the usual thing. They don't recognize their personality in creatures other than themselves."

them.

Yes, Shelbren said.

The word refers to someone else, different from yourself.

"Even if you think so, we're knights, so hey. Is the order absolute? Isn't this what you call military personnel when you say it in other countries?

"Maybe."

"I'm out of love."

Arm up, sighing Keith.

Such a conversation between the two is cancelled by the sound of tank maintenance.

There were people around, but it was very convenient to have a conversation here that wouldn't let them leak outside.

Because there is always a loud noise and no other voice can be reached.

"Dear Kougaku, there was a connection"

Shelbren's eyebrows moved just a little to Keith's words, which were uttered in an even smaller voice than even Sole's.

"What did they say?

"I have something to tell you in a hurry."

"Right."

Snuff, Shelbren closed his eyes for a little while.

"Well, here I am."

Keith trying to walk away.

After that, Shelbren turned his whole body back for the first time.

"Oh. Right. Keep in touch with the Equipment Division. The bathroom shower in the back of the maintenance room is broken."

"... what am I supposed to do?

"Mechanics are the ones we keep our lives with. Benefits must be decent."

Keith accidentally laughed bitterly at the rugged look on Shelbren's face he had given for the first time that day.