The God has moved to another world.

High up in the sky, flying through the clouds, Eltovael was looking at what was happening on the ground.

The sun is already setting, and the area is surrounded by darkness.

If it is the human eye, it is already not foreseeable a meter away, but it has nothing to do with the angel Ertovael whether it is day or night.

"Mmm. I knew it was a little rough."

Eltovael crushes as he sees the animals on the ground.

Among the peripheral information she gathered was something about the "territorial portion of Cortesecca".

Cortesecca is a dragon that raises children.

Learn to hunt and grow up in parental territory until you can be independent.

And when the time comes for independence, the child travels in search of his own territory.

Sometimes, however, they give up their territory to their children and travel themselves in search of new territory.

I guess that act, carried out in search of a new companion, is wisdom for the prosperity of the race.

Nevertheless, it can be described as a disaster similar to a natural disaster from other races.

Because Cortesecca is going to move around with all the experience and age.

The "territorial portion of Cortesecca" was recently held near the Alliance city of Einfarble.

Eat predators, eat giant animals, and sometimes change the terrain.

Such a cortesecca jumps around in search of a new territory.

It would be a disaster.

The impact also seemed to be in the vicinity where Eltovael is flying now.

Deer herds, boar parents and children, squirrels, rats and other small animals can also be seen fleeing.

Did the top predators show up or was the culmination of the food chain around them suddenly eaten up?

I could see the change that gave me that impression.

"It could be dangerous if we went to the city. Well, because Einfarble is a city of adventurers. I wonder if you're all right."

Really, Eltovael crushing that.

Cortesecca's territorial content was not so unusual for an angel who looked around as wide a range as she did.

It's not impossible, although it's not uncommon for it to happen in human urban areas.

"Mizuhiko knocked it down. It could be Cortesecca."

With his mouth full of thoughts, Eltovael laughed strangely.

No matter how much, that won't happen.

Even the odds are low, and if Mizuhiko and Cortesecca fight, that could be catastrophic.

One way or another, Cortesecca's scales have the toughness to contend for one or two of the dragon species.

Mizuhiko will never lose, but the battle will surely be prolonged.

In that case, it could become a burning field per side by the braces of Cortesecca.

"And if you get rid of Cortesecca, you won't stand out."

Mizuhiko did not go very prominently in his position.

If you become a well-known adventurer, trends draw attention.

I don't know where the land will be reviewed if it gets my attention.

"No matter how much Mizuhiko, you know how much it is."

Dull and laughing, Eltovael snapped.

I didn't know this prediction was going to hit everything anymore.

She had no reason to know at this time.

Ertvael, attached to Einfarble, first decided to explore the location of Mizuhiko.

Remove the given phone from the unbalance and put it in GPS mode.

What an excellent system to find out where the phone is now to display it to the location of someone else's phone.

By the way, this GPS isn't abbreviated as a "global positioning system."

They say it's an abbreviation for "I'll be there, god pinpoint."

To such an unbalance with Doya's face, Eltovael returned nothing but a pulled smile.

The spirits of the red sheath and the trees were so moved.

Having confirmed that Mizuhiko's current location was within the city, Ertvael began to swirl over the city with a slight drop in altitude.

To narrow down the finer positions.

Call the screen for a detailed map of the city and search for Mizuhiko's phone again.

It was on the inn that the watercolour mark, the mark of Mizuhiko, appeared.

"Oh, Mizuhiko, we stayed in the inn properly."

It's rude, but you can't help it because they're Mizuhiko.

It was Eltovael who tried to lower the altitude even further, but, uh, it reminds me of something.

Regarding the special nature of the guild city Einfarble.

Many of the adventurers who root for Einfarble are moving around during the day to hunt warcraft and such.

They only live in the city most nights.

Business people who deal with such adventurers often open their stores until midnight.

Dealers of weapons and distributors of protective equipment.

Stores that deal with things related to couscous, magic, and preserved food for camping equipment.

Besides those things, whorehouses and taverns.

Various things are moving late at night.

That's not all.

Those who leave the city early in the morning for forests and caves must be ready before the sun rises.

Take a trip from the middle of the night to an extra guild and decide where to buy information.

Guild city Einfarble.

Also known as "Sleepless Cities".

Eltovael, the angel, is too conspicuous to descend into this city, where the light does not go out at night.

The townships overlooking the sky shine as if they were night skies.

One light at a time is what people do.

"We have to remember, all the time"

Eltovael waved his arms gently, doing a miracle he was good at.

That miracle of disappearing from her surroundings and being unnoticed is her eighteenth best at undercover.

Angel's manipulative miracle is a little different from the magic we have in this world.

Whatever happens with the same divine power, it's another kind of thing.

For this reason, it is difficult to see the miracle of Eltovael, the angel, in the power of men.

Even if that were as much a security system as the Royal Castle of the Great Nation, it would not be able to put together what is now Eltovael.

"Yep, Wood Leak Pavilion, Wood Leak Pavilion"

Crushing, Eltovael lowers his altitude.

If she doesn't like landing, she can't land well on the roof or anything without measuring the distance from a fairly high position above.

Eltovael loosely lowers altitude, staring at the roof of the desired inn.

As we descend carefully and carefully, we ask what's going on around us and try to get a lot of information on even one thing.

Does the fact that there are many adventurers seeking light sources mean that many dive into caves?

There are three kinds of fires in the woods a little further from the city.

Probably hunt goblins, stone squarels, etc.

With that in mind, Eltovael swirls and lowers altitude.

It seemed like it would take a little longer for her to get down to the roof of her purpose.

In the woods near Einfarble.

One man looked at a point in the night sky and made his expression look bad.

Clothed in a white outfit, with a tin cane on his hand.

From his neck, he sprays a bunch of paper carved with something like a complex shape.

Don't be weird. Ahead of our man's gaze.

There was an angel figure.

The figure of the angel Eltovael, who should be invisible to anyone.

One of those who refrained nearby speaks to the dude in white, the shitty look of Paper Snow Sai.

"Dear Paper Snow Sai, Can I help you?

Those who refrained from enclosing Paper Snow Says wore camouflage garments that hid their entire bodies.

Painted on the face, outfit for blending into the woods.

They are coverts belonging to the Royal Palace Demon Court, an intelligence group in the demonic state of Stenglaire.

To the words of one of the hidden, Paper Snow Sai returns the words without moving his gaze.

"An angel."

"Now, what...?

Between the coverts that were gathering around, upset runs.

The coverts, trained not to raise one voice, even if they cut off one arm, gave a groaning voice and distorted their expression in amazement.

It's so important to them, to Stenglea, that angels show up.

"To which?

"It's over Einfarble. but you probably don't see it. It uses a fairly high level of concealment."

"Oh my..."

Concealment refers to the general technique of concealing a figure.

If an angel flying in the sky is using a vanishing technique, it is serious.

When it comes to angels using concealment, it is decided to observe human evil behavior and the market.

Angels gather information, report to God, and seek judgment.

It's actually somewhat different, but humans don't know that, and it's not very wrong.

An angel who observes the earth in order to investigate human evil.

Nothing would be more terrifying for the inhabitants of Stenglair, a country that once touched God's wrath.

When Paper Snow Sai makes his expression even more rugged, he opens his eyes to a maze that overlooks not a single movement of angels in the sky.

"Hard to see...... I've never seen such a skillful concealment. So many angels say come..."

The moves conveyed to the Royal Palace Magic Yard included discerning the angel's hiding business.

The presence of an angel means that there is evil in its place.

Removing it beforehand also leads to not touching the wrath of the gods.

It is no exaggeration to say that a move to find an angel is a must for what belongs to the Royal Palace Demon House.

But the concealment of angels flying over now was so skillful that there would probably only be a few of them in the Royal Palace Magic Yard.

Even its chief, Paper Snow Sai, finally confirms his appearance.

Without taking a glance away from the figure of an angel who is likely to lose sight if he is distracted, Paper Snow Sai puts his finger on Kasai and thinks.

Why angels so good at hiding come to this city at this time of year when Metermagito hunted agney.

I didn't know why.

Why and for what?

If you don't know, we'll have to find out.

"But now increasing the number of secrets in that city..."

Is it possible that an angel is trying to interrupt an investigation?

Often angels, once on earth, remain intact until they serve their purpose.

Conversely, if we make sure we go back to heaven and then move, we have no problems.

"Then look it up and make it...?

What was the angel down on earth looking into?

Turn around in the back and see if you can figure that out.

"No. No, I am. It is important if we are to interrupt the angel's investigation. You can't wake one up."

For the Royal Palace Demon House.

No, for a nation called Stenglaire, it's absolutely impossible to be hostile to the intentions of the gods.

Even if the country tries to perish, even if the territory becomes scorched.

"Can't be turned into the survival of the world"

An event that supposedly inspired Mother God to travel from this world.

as the country where the abandoned land created the cause.

Whatever sacrifice you make, never let an event happen that touches the wrath of the gods again.

That is the raison d 'être of the Royal Palace Magic House and why Stenglaire, a sinner who touched the wrath of God, still exists on earth.

They believe that and don't doubt it.

Paper Snow Sai throws only his voice at one of the hidden ones nearby when he pokes one through the ground with a cane.

"Other than being in the city, how many people can move quickly?"

Thirty.

"How many people are in the city?"

"Twelve"

"Then gather the thirty immediately and prepare the magic."

The magic of Stenglaire was activated by drawing magic formations and such on paper and being flushed with magic there.

Gather the numbers and prepare the magic, which means you assume to use so much magic.

That means nothing more than preparing for battle.

"What to prepare"

"Kasumi first"

What Paper Snow Sai said about "Xia" is not indicative of the magical name as it is.

It refers to a set of silent infiltration magic prepared by Hidden, which is used to disappear, assassinate, etc.

"And blow it."

This "explosion" refers to a magical set that has the same meaning.

Equipment used for vandalism, combat, etc.

"I must make sure that the angel returns to heaven. You can only leave the three of us here. Get ready immediately."

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With that word as a signal, the coverts left only the three of them, and vanished into the woods without a sound.

Paper Snow Sai narrows his eyes sharply when he confirms it with only his ears without a glance.

The angel is still swirling over the sky.

"Looking for a place to get off? No, it's too slow for that. Are you observing the city...?

If so, then perhaps the purpose of the angel is to observe that guild city itself at its worst.

If it does, it could end up having to erase the Guild City itself.

Paper Snow Sai thinks about not being calm in your chest.

I didn't know the angel was just taking his time and carefully descending because he didn't like to land.

There was no reason for Snow Sai to know at this time.

"It was dangerous -..."

On the roof of the wood-leaking daytime pavilion, Ertvael held down his occasional chest and sighed out.

The stationary distance spent landing was longer than I thought, and I was about to fall off the roof.

"Well, I didn't fall. Come on."

As for Eltovael, who has fallen once, this time seems to be the point.

Her heart was also settling, and Eltovael quickly got to work.

Once the wings are reduced, they fit inside the clothes.

Big wings get in the way when you enter a building.

Turning the piercing coat into a jersey-like shape by miracle, he kneels down and looks down from the edge of the roof.

The Leaked Nippon Pavilion was three floors long and everything from upstairs seemed to be in a room.

I hadn't heard of Mizuhiko's room, Eltovael, but it's really easy to find.

If you probe for signs of power and find a big idiot, it's because it's Mizuhiko.

Modestly, Mizuhiko's power is disastrous.

However, the flow is unusually tidy and constantly exchanges forces with the outside world.

Mizuhiko is a phenomenon, a part of the world, like an indelible typhoon or an endless earthquake.

Think for yourself and move, 10,000 times worse than natural disasters for stupid, tedious minutes.

That was Eltovael's view.

"Well, it looks like you're going through a lot."

With a twinkle, Eltovael identifies the room where Mizuhiko is.

Once you make sure it's the deepest room upstairs, you turn your gaze around and look around.

Even though it's night, the city is full of light and people are moving.

It's a really good trend.

Yes, Eltovael thought.

The original nature of an organism is to leave a little more of one's offspring and pursue a little more of one's pleasure.

Only drink, sleep indolently, and behave as you desire.

She didn't think it was a bad thing.

Because that desire is what humans originally possess, and that's what humans are.

But humans can't live on that alone.

I want to make things a little easier, I want to eat something a little better, I want to have a little bit of pleasure.

Humans inferior to wildlife in their physical abilities desperately squeeze their wisdom to achieve them.

The result is buildings, weapons, magic, cooking.

For Ertovael, an angel, they are only symbols of human greed.

Still, Eltovael didn't even think that was a bad thing.

Because that's why humans thrive.

Greedy, jealous, arrogant, lazy, dirty to food, fertile, angry as a blaze if we harm ourselves.

Because of its nature, humans are human enough to flourish.

At least, that's what Eltovael thought.

Eltovael smiled as he watched the people moving around in the city beneath him.

The smile was filled with mercy worthy of the angel's smile.

"Oh, I shouldn't. Don't fall in love. We have to hurry."

Ertvael took out the two hooks, sticking his hand into the basket he had in his hand.

It doesn't look like a tool to an angel, but this is one Eltovael uses well for undercover investigations.

By the way, it's no different from what we normally sell all over the city as goods.

Upon attaching the hook to both hands, Eltovael stepped off the roof and attached it to the wall in a manner he was used to.

Then cleverly down the wall, it quickly comes to the window of Mizuhiko's room.

As I peered inside through the open window, I saw Mizuhiko sleeping on the bed.

That look of sleeping defenselessly is like a young child.

It is the knowledge, power, and position that draw the line from the usual, but it is only very recently that Mizuhiko was born.

When I got a bitter laugh I didn't know, Eltovael walked into the room without making a sound.

Speaking of which, Mizuhiko had been traveling repeatedly without sleeping for the past few days.

It was in the wrong direction, but it must have been good luck.

"Shall I put you to sleep a little more"

Eltovael twinkles as he looks at the face of the sleeping Mizuhiko.

"Sleeping face, you're cute"

It was then.

Suddenly Mizuhiko's expression became more rude and she began to say something about it.

"Eh, bang..."

"To?"

Ertvael is puzzled by that word that suddenly came out.

"Of which, is it true? Be clear if it's big or small."

Gosung

The sound of beating something hard sounds inside the room.

Shortly afterwards, Mizuhiko screamed briefly and struck around on the bed holding her face down.

I woke up all at once with some kind of impact on my face.

What jumped into Mizuhiko's eyes looking around him with something was the appearance of one angel, who raised blood vessels between his brows.

"Ooh. Eh, bam, bam."

"It's Eltovael."

Eltovael pointing out mistakes as he lifts smoke out of his fist.

She was in an unusually bad mood, but Mizuhiko didn't know why.

Or something I don't care about more than that.

"Who, me, didn't I?"

"I don't know!

Eltovael to speak of clearly.

"I mean, why are you here?"

"This man...!

It was a fierce regret Eltovael for what he thought was even a little cute.