The God has moved to another world.

In a world where the Sun God Ambalance takes hold, angels are God's aides.

He turns into a busy god, an interfering being between creatures on earth, in water, and in the sky.

Hear people's wishes, make them happen if they deem them necessary, and speak out "gambling" if they deem them useless.

If there are too many single races, forests disappear, demon kings or anything to name that tries to destroy all other races, or something out of our control, we report it to the God of jurisdiction.

Yes. That seems to be exactly the middle management position.

If the current president of Kaihara and Nakahara, Inc. is an unbalance, an angel is a standing position such as an assistant manager or a Heihei employee.

Naturally, there's a lot of hard work.

The humans cry out, "The sun goes on too long to starve to death as it is," and if you report that to the gods, "I don't want to go out there because I'm annoyed that the gods of the earth will go out with me," even truncated by the goddess who directs the rain.

Of course, it's the angels' job to report to the humans that it can't rain.

How much easier would it be to say, "I don't want it to rain, goddess, because the man who comes to me is so lousy"?

Of course, there's no way I can rip my mouth off like that.

If we are to say so, our faith in the Goddess is in vain, and our anger at it awaits our reprimand.

Arbitration of human rubbing, whatever it is, can be part of the business.

Do it. "The people in the neighboring country will not honor the gods, so they will wage jihad." But do it. "They will wear the glory of God as an umbrella."

I don't want angels to arbitrate until it's about religious warfare.

Do it yourself! And I want to say, mountains, but the day I do that and even pray for victory to the god of war, I get angry "something while you're here".

Irrational.

Exactly what I would end up saying.

Perhaps the reason for being treated as an interim manager lies around it.

One such angel stood over a certain wasteland.

Yes, I'm standing.

Sooo it doesn't glide over the sky with wings, it doesn't hover with wings, it stands about 200 meters above it.

In terms of appearance age, is it something like 15-6?

Young faces are more adorable than beautiful.

Woven white piercing coat with pure white feathers on back.

What floats over my head is a gold ring.

Beautiful blonde hair that reaches to her waist, pale, moist eyes.

He was an easy-to-understand angel, as if he had jumped out of the story.

There's nothing else she's waiting for on the wasteland.

Because this is the protected area of the red sheath, and she's the angel in charge of the red sheath.

He turns his neck around wondering if he's going to fall, and swims his gaze softly.

"Mmm. I wonder if they're here yet."

I guess I'm nervous.

I don't know. I'm feeling restless.

That should be it, too.

This will be her first meeting with the Red Sheath.

As soon as the Red Sheath decided to come to the other world, "Sea Plains and Middle Plains," she was to assist the Red Sheath.

I'm not sure why.

Or missed the unbalance in the hallway: "Oh, just fine. You're serious and you're in charge of Mr. Red Sheath." To see what they said, I think it's Textoo.

Is that a good way to decide, or how does Master Ambalens know about me?

Though there were many thoughts, in the end she decided to take the role.

God who was invited by the Supreme God and came from different worlds.

The fact that I can help you with that divine work up close was because I thought I was going to run out of angel plutocracy.

While the red sheath is learning about the world, languages, and more in the heavenly realm of "Sea Plains and Middle Plains".

She was chased to gather information on areas under the jurisdiction of the Red Sheath, neighboring countries.

What's coming is the god of the other world.

You're coming to a world you have no idea about, so no matter how much information you have, it shouldn't be enough.

To the surrounding vegetation, the type of plant, the animals, the species making the settlement or the country, its force map.

At one point it became transparent, at one time it dived into the water, and at one time it turned into a person and looked into an investigation.

My colleague made fun of me for saying, "You're definitely better at keeping secrets." I unfortunately demonstrated my skill.

When she realized, she had at her disposal military confidentiality for several countries and a variety of data that scholars would want so much that they could get their hands on it.

Would it have been too much?

No, that shouldn't happen.

Anyway, she will serve because she is a god who is begged by the Sun God Ambalance and comes from different worlds.

Too much effort was put into gathering information, and I didn't end up face-to-face until today when I went to leave, but I'm sure it must be a wonderful, brilliant God.

That's how she feels so nervous, waiting for the red sheath to come.

It means you're coming down from the heavenly realm, so if you're waiting up there, you shouldn't overlook it first.

Because her sensing range, which is an angel, is broad, not ordinary.

"Ha..."

It must be because of the tension.

I sighed my eyes several times today and the angel held my chest.

What the hell kind of god is that?

Tensions and expectations, fun and anxiety.

A lot of things swirl around my chest.

Again, I breathed trying to sigh, that was when.

What she noticed were signs of something coming down from the sky.

No, when it comes to coming down, it's too fast.

It would be more appropriate if it were falling, falling, crashing.

"Hey, what?

An angel raising his face in an attempt to ascertain with the naked eye the falling object.

There's a bright blue skies out there.

Though by the way there are soaking clouds, I would say sunny weather.

I saw something like a black stain in such a pleasant sky.

"Huh?"

Gaze suspiciously.

If you look closely, it seemed to be in the shape of a person.

On the forehead of an angel, a twirl and a sweat creep.

of a person's shape. It still seems to be falling, increasing its size.

With that, I feel like I'm hearing something like a scream.

Rather than, I'm hearing you.

"Awwwwwwwww!!

Is it a bright red sheath on the kimono and on the waist?

That figure, which becomes clearer every time it falls, looks like a Japanese martial artist.

"Yeah. Yeah?

People fall from ultra-high altitudes.

The sight was a substitute for enough impact to halt the angel's function for a moment.

Martial arts-like objects are right near the angels as they are.

Pass just two to three meters ahead.

"Tuskete!"

At that moment of the misunderstanding, I did hear such words in the ears of angels.

And I felt like I had eyes all over me.

But the angel doesn't know how to deal with a very sudden event.

In the end, all I could do was watch him fall stiff.

"No, no, no, no!!!

An object like a martial arts artist who pulls a scream like a tail, slamming both hands and feet and falling off.

That goes straight to the ground.

Dodon

I raised the ground and crashed to the ground.

It conveys the angel's cheek, which was following the condition with only his gaze, and a drop of sweat drips from his jaw.

Drinking sauce and saliva is an irresistible move as if you swallowed something hard.

"What are you talking about?"

I squeeze my voice out, like, at last.

A few minutes later, the angel, aware of a certain fear, turned his blood phase towards the earth.

That's right.

This was the first encounter between an angel and a red sheath.