The God has moved to another world.

He was Shelbren Grosso, who holds the demanding position of chief of the knighthood, but was a rooted sweetheart teased by his men that "mouth is a child".

The booze knobs were cookies and cakes, and I didn't like salty or spicy things.

Pepper and other spices are fine, but I don't accept chilli-like stimulants at all.

There's nothing I can't eat and eat, and I don't cry one tear when I get eyeballs or tears that use them as raw ingredients, but I didn't like them.

It may indeed be like a child, but isn't the sweet one delicious?

It's completely reopened these days, and Shelbren insisted so.

Shelbren, who had been on vacation for a long time, had come to Einfarble

The only city near an abandoned land is the city of adventurers ruled by the Alliance.

The city's bustling with adventurers seeking material for demonic stones and warcraft was a rare reflection for Shelbren.

His hometown, the forest city state Metermagito, uses its high magic technology to extract magic from plants.

Because we don't rely on magic stones, there is little such thing as an "adventurer".

Until a while ago, they were there to seek Warcraft material, but now the big merchants are in charge of those jobs.

Spend money raising soldiers and hunting warcraft with your golden gear.

Such soldiers are "working men" paid monthly salaries.

Not to say there is no danger to life, but it can be said to be scarcely less.

My employer is a merchant.

You know well that if a soldier in your hand dies, you lose money.

Kill the right Warcraft, with the right number of people, with the right gear, at your leisure.

That's the Metermagito Warcraft Hunt.

In contrast, the Einfarble adventurers have lost their lives.

I hunt on my own, based on the weapons I have prepared and the information I procure myself.

It would be close to that of a professional hunter.

Shelbren doesn't know which is better.

However, the adventurers of this city are all alive.

At least that's how it looked in Shelbren's eyes.

Though I said vacation, his purpose was to find out if the "Agney captivity operation" had an impact on the abandoned land.

When it comes to looking into it, it doesn't mean you can do anything.

Because it's not a land you can actually get close to.

So how do we find out?

When it comes to influence, it comes out in different places.

Forests, caves, flatlands.

Examine the anomalies in those places and you'll get to the information you want to know.

If it's information on the location of the hand, you don't have to go and find out for yourself.

If you blink your ear in the tavern, you'll hear rumors about the adventurers, and if you pay the informer, he'll tell you what you want to know in no time.

The adventurers don't miss a little change in their hunting grounds either.

Share any changes you find with your peers.

Whatever your life is at stake.

If you can't take your prey, you starve, and if something happens that you don't know about the land, you die.

Land changes and their information are a direct link to death for them.

I rarely keep it a personal secret.

Because I may not be able to tell you those things myself.

We know how to do this, so we need to gather information quickly.

And I wanted to go, but now, unfortunately, it didn't seem to be a good time.

Many adventurers are out hunting at this hour when many suns are rising high.

Moreover, the fold is poor, and a "Cortesecca" crusader is said to have been formed that he showed up nearby today.

Speaking of Cortesecca, it's a warcraft that falls into a pretty powerful category.

Everyone who lives in the city seems to be more or less cooperating with it, moving around busily.

It's not a situation where you can find an informant and listen carefully.

Fortunately, Shelbren's vacation was still a few days away.

Wait for a while to calm down and gather information by pretending to be a stream adventurer who doesn't know what's going on.

Deciding to do so, Shelbren decided to serve another purpose for which he had come to this city.

His favorite.

The aim is to find something delicious and sweet.

His real purpose is to find out if the "Agney captivity operation" has affected the abandoned land.

However, it cannot be done even for superficial purposes.

It's the first holiday I've had in months.

It can't be bad to drink while eating whatever you want.

When Shelbren retrieved his notebook for private use, he looked for the page he was looking for.

At the top of the page, it said "Einfarble" was a list of store names and thoughts.

Next to this, items such as "dishes I want to try" and "actual evaluation" are carefully created.

It has a simple personality. It is also made with a color pen, which is really easy to see.

This, by the way, is the handmade of the Knights of Iron Wheels, the strongest ground power held by the Forest City State Metermaguito Army.

Shelbren turns to the name of the store at the top of the Einfarble page.

It was that store that was put with the information that the store owner had recently changed, but the flavor remained great and it was stated that I should definitely go.

It was the merchants who often went out of the country to buy this place that taught Shelbren.

A fat man with a tongue, he often brings souvenirs and stories to Shelbren, a good customer.

The merchant said, "The dessert you can't take home is delicious".

You can't let a traveling merchant tell you where he is without going.

Comparing the map he got to the address it says, Shelbren stepped out to the store of interest.

It was a little after lunch that Shelbren arrived in front of the intended store, the "Wood Leaked Nippon Pavilion".

There is already a sign at the end of lunch on the table of the restaurant that it is a place to stay and eat.

Shelbren was satisfied with putting it on at the calculated time.

There are fewer guests around past the lunch peak.

Even if a man comes alone for something sweet, "lunch passes and instead of snacks," the face stands out for a few minutes.

That's right.

Shelbren liked sweets, but he was the type of person who couldn't eat sweets by himself without giving that reason.

Before entering the store, look through the store.

The road in front of the entrance is nicely cleaned, as are the walls, doors, windows, etc.

The flowerbed on the wall is very beautiful with colorful flowers.

The entrance to welcoming guests also says it is the face of the store.

Shelbren accidentally spills a grin at a hunch he seems to be able to expect.

When I entered the store, it was the shopkeeper and the girl who greeted Shelbren.

She's young and young, but surprisingly, she's the owner of this store.

If Shelbren hadn't listened to the merchant beforehand either, he wouldn't have believed it.

When we exchange greetings and get to the table, we quickly compare the notebook to the menu.

The ones on the menu table and the notebook recommendations apparently match.

Order the girl some ice cream, sweet-boiled beans, and a bottle of liquor to enjoy the holidays.

The liquor, which the previous owners forced the craftsmen to make, is also a specialty of the store.

The items ordered were carried immediately.

For ice cream served in a bowl of black baked goods, by the way, I try to mix things up like black grains.

Probably vanilla beans.

Beans on a flat plate are yellow, black, green, white and look bright and really delicious.

Ice cream is a really luxurious treat.

Yes, Shelbren thinks.

The act of chilling involves more or less effort.

magic or something else.

In spite of all the hard work it takes to make it, is it extremely rare to stay in the right condition to eat it?

I wonder what such a treat is, not a luxury.

Well, ice cream is sweet for the most part.

Use the ice cream spoon that was carried with you, and dull the round served ice cream for about a bite.

If you cheek too full of mouth, the cold makes it hard to recognize the taste.

When I say sugar used for these treats, unlike fructose, it makes it harder to feel sweet when it gets cold.

In other words, a good amount of sugar is used in ice cream, which is sweet even when eaten in cold conditions.

It also takes a lot of work to make.

They say ice cream has to keep stirring all the time until it cools and solidifies.

Doing so will air the interior, improve mouth melting, and smooth the tongue.

Just getting reasonably soft, Shelbren carried the ice cream into his mouth.

Intense vanilla aroma.

Unbeatable, just milk flavor.

An exquisite taste of sugar, adjusted not to smear everything sweetly.

Delicious.

This ice cream is around.

Shelbren hurriedly cut the liquor seal while the taste of ice cream was still in his mouth.

It is so hard and packed with cork plugs that I would not otherwise be able to pull it out without using tools, but if I put it on him, it would be easy to pull it out with one hand.

Pour amber liquor into the shot glass and pour it into your throat all at once.

Smoked tannins with thickening.

So while I was there, the flavor disappeared.

All that remains is a pleasant flavor.

This liquor is delicious too.

Pretty strong liquor, I guess, but easy to swallow.

In an upbeat mood, Shelbren decided to eat up his ice cream first.

Ice cream is a short treat.

Drink up and carry ice cream to your mouth.

A shelvren who drinks on quite a pitch, but never gets drunk.

Whatever it is, his body is immune enough to break down Cobra's poison.

I'm not even scared of alcohol.

Contains the last ice cream in your mouth and pours the liquor into your throat.

It was just then.

The bell placed on the door rang and the girl, the shopkeeper, said, "Welcome -!," he raised his voice.

Apparently, a guest has arrived.

Shelbren was unconsciously exploring the signs of what kind of person he was coming in.

This would also be a sad occupational disease.

At any given time, you can't help but measure how skilled they are.

"Here, will you make it harder for me?"

Shelbren tilts consciousness to the Lord of the loose voices in between.

I don't do anything that sends my gaze.

Because if you just tilt your ears or your consciousness, you'll know the skill of your opponent every second.

Shelbren's senses touched the signs of the Lord of his voice.

That moment.

Shelbren's consciousness switched to something for battle.

I guess that was the same with the other guy.

I feel a slight killer on my skin.

But I also knew right away that it wasn't serious.

They're exploring this technique just like Shelbren.

Shelbren was heartily happy with the pleasant battleground air he hadn't felt yesterday.

Being chief of the knighthood, he was a living knight, whose essence was also like that of a martial artist.

Meeting a strong opponent is a pleasure.

Sharpen your senses, explore each other's signs, and try to extrapolate their skill.

Killing is a sign that someone is trying to kill themselves.

To gauge each other's skills, think about how we can kill each other.

What it can have with each other, so to speak, is a greeting instead.

This one's exploring your strengths.

Yes, I'm telling it in the dark.

The signs can also be felt from the Lord of the voice across the door.

Shelbren and the Lord of his voice are like greetings now.

Shelbren was surprised by their response and their strength.

He's a man of horrible, rough, beastly signs.

Even wild dragons and bears would show a more sober and elegant sign.

It doesn't matter if it's a tree or a rock, it involves everything and pushes it away vigorously, like turbulence.

That was Shelbren's impression.

It's funny to say that some guys like this are public.

With that in mind, Shelbren spooned the sweet-boiled beans.

Bite while carrying it to your mouth and making sure it tastes good.

The sweetness of the sugar, which leaves the teeth but is moderately soft and does not kill the taste of the beans, is really good.

This is delicious too.

So Shelbren realized his failure.

Would this have been even better if it had been eaten with ice cream?

He turned his attention to the girl, the shopkeeper, biting his teeth at a regrettable but unrepentant failure.

Let's order another ice cream.

What entered Shelbren's eyes with his face raised was the appearance of a tenuously trembling girl.

Here at last, Shelbren noticed what was going on around him.

I was surprised around because of the signs of myself and the other person at the door.

Though I'm not a long time amateur, I wouldn't be able to get this kind of exploration of signs where the average person is.

They noticed that, too.

I could see a little upset from the signs.

That's the same here, though.

Shelbren also kills in conjunction with his opponent's annihilation.

As I signaled it, the Lord of the voice across the door stepped into the store.

I was sitting near the door, so it was after that that I looked up and came into my eyes.

The large luggage you carry on your back is apparently of the kind of ingredients.

I guess the girl has been preparing Nave and others since earlier because she has been waiting for the arrival of this.

Shelbren was sighing without my knowledge.

This doesn't look like you can order ice cream until you've done your errands.

Because I thought so.

I guess I don't have to worry about it especially because I'm a customer, but I kind of feel comfortable ordering when I'm doing something.

Weird place, it was a carefree little shelvren.

Mizuhiko, who entered the store at the Leaked Hill Pavilion, had a clerk-like girl strapped in front of her.

Because the girl was holding the pot in her hand and solidifying with a tight look on her face.

Shortly after I opened the door, I was greeting him well, so it wouldn't have meant he'd been solidified like this forever.

That would mean that something had happened between opening the door and Mizuhiko entering the store that would have left her in this condition.

Mizuhiko twisting her head wondering if anything had happened, but I had no particular idea.

When it came to the short term, I said hello to the man in the store.

So the idea that was on Mizuhiko's head came to mind.

I was wondering if this girl was used to the signs of herself and the other guy.

If you think about it, there must have been a leak in killing each other to the point of holding a sword.

The man in the store was at least powerful enough to make Mizuhiko do so.

At the very least, it would be far stronger than that Cortesecca.

He was a man of signs that it was a strangely calm order, even though it was a sign that he would soon find out so.

If I were to put it plainly, it would feel like a samurai living faithfully.

No, that atmosphere that gives that steel-like impression might as well be a knight or something.

With that in mind, Mizuhiko once again turned her gaze to the girl in front of her.

He stands on his stepladder and trembles with a large pot.

"Oh, wow..."

The bluish voice of the palpable wolf reminded me of a small animal.

In this reaction, Mizuhiko thinks of some.

Agney and the others on the land reviewed.

To the girl in front of me, it was Mizuhiko who somehow learned to be close.

Leaving him trembling like this wouldn't keep the conversation going, so Mizuhiko decided to speak up for now.

When I get down on the floor what I was carrying, I open my mouth.

"I thought it would make some garlic here. Do you want to?"

"Huh?!

Mizuhiko called me and the girl rebooted with a hugely understandable voice.

The girl turned first to Mizuhiko, who spoke up.

Then turn your eyes to the pan you were holding in both hands and check the stepladder you are on.

Apparently, he's checking the situation.

Mizuhiko in front of me is a customer, and I'm on my stepladder to bring down the pot.

The girl, who took plenty of seconds to recognize the situation, looked familiar to me.

The way it bumps both hands and feet hard is somewhat of a smile.

It's pathetic to leave much alone though, so Mizuhiko decided to speak up.

"Don't bother, take your time. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Oh, yes! Um, thank you, would you?

"Shinko cum. Shinkoku."

The girl, whose eyes were black and white, snorted at Mizuhiko's words.

Breathe loudly and exhale.

The girl repeated it several times and stepped down in a motion that slowly made sure she was settling down.

"Oh, that, I'm sorry! Welcome!"

Seeing the girl bowing in momentum, Mizuhiko decided that she seemed calm.

Kokoku nods several times, and Mizuhiko slaps the luggage he puts on the floor.

Wrapped in several pieces of oil paper, it is the flesh of warcraft defeated by Mizuhiko such as Cortesecca.

"I was just there. I just want to hang on to it. I don't know."

"Yes! You're a customer bringing in warcraft meat! I accept!

Although my body still seems a little stiff, I don't see any difficulty with the conversation.

Mizuhiko tapped her grated baggage on the floor with pessimism and opened her mouth.

"This is the hard part. Chicken, let it go. Do you know what it is?"

"Yes! Cortesecca, Red Wyburn, you're a haganewolf! They're all delicious!

They're all delicious!

Having heard the words, Mizuhiko moved away from the scene in a slow motion.

When you point your body at the wall, you poke your fists high and high.

"Yoo-hoo!!

A girl who reacts to Mizuhiko's voice suddenly stretched out.

Before the girl who is shrugging her neck and solidifying, Mizuhiko returns in the same motion as earlier.

"Then pour some rice noodles. Chicken barley, barley barley barley, barely. Do as you please."

Mizuhiko advances the conversation as if nothing had happened.

She was a girl who was frozen, but was rebooted for being called out.

Squeeze out the words as you flutter your hands like you panicked.

"Uh, yes! Leave it to me! It just took me a while to cook! I need a couple of days..."

Sounds sorry. That said, the girl shrinks her body in a sober manner.

"Every meat is so crusty and squeaky that it really needs to be simmered or exposed to water."

Mizuhiko snorted at the girl's words as she grew smaller without even showing her thought.

"I don't mind. I thought it would take a while. The other day, this look will annoy me. It was a little rough in here."

It was generally said not to eat meat.

It will take a lot of time to be able to eat.

Yes, Mizuhiko expected.

I even feel short to say that I was just prepared for about a week to two weeks, but rather a couple of days.

The girl relieves herself of Mizuhiko's appearance.

"Then I'll give you the keys to your room!

As the girl moved to the counter holding the pan, she unlocked the key to the room that was hanging on the wall.

Finger the view of the inn on the nearby wall as you offer it to Mizuhiko.

"The ground floor is this dining room, and from the second floor up will be the inn. This key is upstairs in room four. Up the stairs, it's the deepest room!

"Right. Okay."

Mizuhiko nodded several times and received the key he had been given.

"Uh, it's a price, a day..."

She was the girl who tried to explain the charges, but the words got blocked along the way.

Because two hundred thousand dollars of cash was put on the counter.

A girl who opens her eyes wide to the money that suddenly comes out in front of her.

It was naturally Mizuhiko who put it down.

"In the meantime, Tomenoshi kuri, no. If you don't, go ahead."

To put it that way, Mizuhiko started walking to the stairs satisfied.

In a hurry, the girl stops calling.

"Oh, that?!

"Oh. I don't need it today. I didn't want to, Neru. Tomorrow, you're making a mess."

Unilaterally saying what he wanted to say, Mizuhiko nodded several times again satisfied and walked out.

Mizuhiko just going up the stairs.

The girl could neither chase nor speak to Mizuhiko, who was going up the stairs too quickly.

Mizuhiko, who entered the room early, locked the door and fell asleep on the bed.

Make that look unusual and smile as you stare at the ceiling.

Because there were so many interesting things that I usually don't see.

The man who was in the dining room.

That's a rare, real samurai yesterday.

If you were born in the world of warring nations, you would undoubtedly retain that name.

Maybe he's a man with a name already.

Akihiko Mizuhiko, aware of her forgetfulness, rebukes the signs of a man in mind so that she doesn't forget.

And another interesting thing.

I remember the meat and the girl.

The way I am, the way I panic, the look on my face when I greet you well.

It's adorable, and it's adorable.

I liked Mizuhiko because of her hard work.

Somehow, I also feel like Agney and the others.

Second, I realized I forgot to ask who would cook the meat.

I just want to say a proper greeting to the cook, too.

I thought I'd go back to Mizuhiko, but I immediately reconsidered if I could do it tomorrow.

Right now, I wanted to sleep for a while.

Mizuhiko doesn't need sleep.

Because his body, which is a mass of water, has not been able to build up fatigue.

Still, Mizuhiko prefers sleep.

Because I can organize my memories while I sleep.

Things to remember.

Things to remember.

Things you can forget.

Sleep is still the best way to organize things.

As long as I haven't slept here lately, I'll sleep plenty till tomorrow morning.

When he decided to do so, Mizuhiko stumbled on the futon and closed his eyes.

At this time, from Mizuhiko's head, the fact that Eltovael would visit him at night had been completely erased.

She came to visit me in the middle of the night, and Mizuhiko looked very happy and fell asleep.