The God has moved to another world.

The angel Eltovael had his head in the history of Mizuhiko, who was beyond his own predictions.

Specifically, it's a chair provided in the guest room that poses as a thinker.

It is a traditional style with a proper right twist on the left foot.

Ertvael, who wakes up his body in a slow motion, checks with Mizuhiko while holding his pain head down.

"... Cortesecca, Red Wyburn and the Haganewolf?"

"Oh. I bumped it. Because it's coming, it's Akasa's fault. I did the rest."

Mizuhiko proudly distracts her chest.

Eltovael wrinkles between his eyebrows at the accelerating headache.

"Did you drag it and walk? All over the city."

"If it wasn't, how'd you hack it"

Mizuhiko shrugging her shoulders like that.

Eltovael sighed loudly as he managed to put up with the fact that he was about to be beaten by accident.

Do you want me to act inconspicuously or keep it out of sight?

Expecting Mizuhiko to do that was apparently futile.

Eltovael shakes his head gently as he manages to hold his temples and between his eyebrows in an attempt to sprinkle his headache.

"Nevertheless, is the crusade alone 20 million? Uh. But it's Cortesecca, right? Maybe that's about it."

"About that. About that?!

"Cortesecca."

It was now Mizuhiko's turn to twist on the bed to Eltovael's words, which he said softly.

Apparently defeating Cortesecca is an amazing thing to do accordingly.

Ertvael, who is an angel and specializes in intelligence, says so, no doubt about it.

However, it feels like a large sum of money for Mizuhiko, who has no sense of poverty.

By the way, Eltovael was sitting in a chair and Mizuhiko was sitting on the bed.

It's not that I don't have a chair, but I hear Mizuhiko liked something called a bed.

The softness of the futon seemed shocking to Mizuhiko, who had only ever slept on dirt or dead leaves.

"Is it so amazing with that riddle?"

"Gorilla lizard?! Oh, gorilla lizards. Yeah. It does look like that."

Eltovael makes an indescribable subtle expression.

Hi. I hear you've seen Cortesecca's real thing.

"Anyway. Yeah, the amount of Warcraft material purchased is also a problem, right?

Ertvael starts to move his index finger as he raises his gaze slightly above him.

It doesn't even look like a movement playing solo van somehow.

Or, in fact, she was playing a solo van in her head.

There is a Solovan in this world, or in the heavens of this world.

"About 42 million?"

Approximately, but Mizuhiko admires Ertvael's words, which he adds, "Oh."

Because it was pretty much the same amount I heard in the guild.

"Is that too much for you? Though it's an amount that surprises me that even a quarter is too much. As for the price of Agney and the others' tools."

"Well, there will only be one that has become"

"That's right..."

Eltovael sighs with an indescribable face.

Sighing says happiness escapes, but perhaps six months of happiness must have escaped just after entering this room.

"Well, anyway. If that's all the money you're planning on getting in, you can also shop fast."

That said, Eltovael sticks his hand in his own basket that he kept at a table nearby.

Removed from the inside were fountain pens and paper.

"I'm going to make a list now, so shop with it for a while. I'll split up what I buy from store to store."

Quick to say, Eltovael began to run the fountain pen with terrible momentum.

Though the first few letters were on hand, he immediately removed his gaze and turned to Mizuhiko.

"Don't you have to look?"

"Heh? Oh, yes. If you check the first position, you don't have to look to write."

Eltovael to say hello.

Mizuhiko, who somehow moved his gaze to Eltovael's hand, hardened with an indescribable face.

Because when I did it, the neat Ertovael-like letters were not insane on a millimeter and lined up beautifully as if they had been printed with machines.

Plus, it even writes down a check field to put on when I shop.

I'm not even using the rules, but they're straight and right angled.

Mizuhiko softly sat back in bed with a look on her face that saw something horrible she shouldn't have seen somehow.

"By the way, what's the envelope there?

What Ertvael pointed to while doing something like automated writing was the envelope Mizuhiko was given by the guild.

"Oh. I got too much. They say it's coming or something."

"Apparently... you haven't read it. Did you get an explanation?

"Maju, Tasu. I'll take it easy. I'll take it. I see that."

"Ninety percent of them. You don't understand. Okay."

Eltovael nodded as convinced, cleverly retrieving the contents of the envelope with only one hand.

As I squeezed a bunch of paper that was inside, I nodded as I was convinced.

"Well, let me explain the main points."

"Hey, seriously. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm a fast reader."

To the plain Eltovael, the warring Mizuhiko.

I was afraid of Eltovael's performance, which I thought would be highly clerical.

"Uh, as the Warcraft association is good with Mizuhiko's perception. The problem is somewhere else."

Eltovael completely in descriptive mode.

Mizuhiko also makes a serious face and a listening attitude, but it's unclear how long it actually goes into her head.

Eltovael gets that too, so he twists his head trying to chew up the content as much as possible.

"The Alliance is, in short, an energy-producing organization that creates a path to supplying demonic stones, though. They also train and secure other income to increase the number of warcraft opponents."

"Ugh."

"For example, go to the woods and get some medicinal herbs, or good offices for a travel escort. We have jobs like that."

"How are you every time? Around here, I don't know."

By the time I came to the city, Mizuhiko remembered being attacked by Red Wyburn and Haganewolf.

Most of all, it's not like we usually meet.

Nevertheless, there is no danger at all to the journey.

Sometimes, even in large streets, there are similarities to warcraft.

Even though the odds are low, it's not zero.

Travel from the city to the city is often accommodated by escorted carriages.

The good offices of those escorts are also the business of the Alliance.

"There are other sesame seeds, but where it was mainly, it must be collecting and escorting. In addition to this kind of work, there seems to be luggage carriers."

"It's not a mess."

"It's a day job. Well, you can't hunt warcraft all the time. Connect, isn't it?"

The job of hunting warcraft is a lifeline.

The hunter of the earth will also risk his life, but the local power of what will be his opponent is different.

No matter how dangerous the bear is, he doesn't throw up fireballs that blow up a whole house.

No matter how dangerous boars are, they can't be fine with direct artillery strikes.

"You're doing a lot of things. Girdle."

It's a lot of work, isn't it?

Eltovael and Mizuhiko nodding together somehow.

By the way, Eltovael was unilaterally fond of the Alliance's general staff.

Somehow because we felt that their work was similar to that of our angels.

While I was doing that, they finished the note.

Eltovael gave it to Mizuhiko when he made sure there were no falls or mistakes through his eyes.

"Because if you go to the store where it says it, and buy what it says there, you'll be fine"

"Where did you get it? This."

Mizuhiko twinkles as she looks at the note.

There it said the name of the store and what it was dealing with and the tools that would be available to buy in each store.

It's very easy to see and make, and it's as good as if it was made using a computer's dedicated software.

"I checked when swirling through the sky. The products in the store are largely determined by the number of stores."

Apparently, he wasn't just swirling in vain.

Poor landing can also be useful.

"And because this city has a foreclosed warehouse. Please keep the big ones there, you can't remember..."

Fine, Eltovael takes out another note.

When I wrote up even a long sentence, I folded it and gave it to Mizuhiko.

"Give me this note when you go to the guild. It says a few things about a foreclosed warehouse."

"Oh. Let it go."

Mizuhiko nods with her chest stretched.

Even Mizuhiko the boulder can do it as long as he goes to the guild and hands over the paper.

"I was also thinking about time on a month-by-month basis to make money. Let's just say we're happy that our plans have been rolled out. Are you staying at this inn for a while?

"I'm going to be there all the time. I'd love to see you."

Food.

I almost wanted to stick it in, but where I did, it would just be vain.

Eltovael sighed as he gently pressed between his eyebrows.

"I'll also call you tomorrow night. I'll go around another place and then I'll go back to the reviewed land."

"Come on now. Where are you going?"

"Mmm."

To Mizuhiko's inquiry, Ertvael tilts his neck with a subtle expression.

"What can I say? It's a little bit successful, or every delicate negotiation."

"Like this?"

"Hey, to the mercenaries"

"Hello?

Mizuhiko tilting her neck strangely.

You must have been surprised by the word mercenary that came out of nowhere.

"No. I have a little idea of the people who might be able to do something about Agney being caught by Metermagito. However, expectations are low."

"Don't open it. It would be nasty to do this."

Mizuhiko, who says rarely and sincerely.

Metermagito, which has captured the Agnies, is one of the world's leading superpowers.

Population, technology and national territory.

Which can be called a very first-rate country.

Infiltrate such a country and retrieve the Agnies from hundreds.

That won't be possible for the most part.

"Like I said, expectations are low. But I don't know. I knew a good army of mercenaries. Well, I was wondering if it would be as good as a hangover."

"Ahem?

Mizuhiko turns her face to Eltovael's words, which cannot be boiled down.

"We'll talk about it in detail after we've finalized a lot. What is it? They're first-rate people. Like a ninja."

"Ah."

To the words, Mizuhiko nodded as he was convinced.

Originally referred to as a ninja was said to have been like a mercenary in Japan.

Because a small number of people need to perform special tasks, they use high physical abilities, tools, etc.

Even when the red sheath was human, there were people called ninjas.

That activity was exactly like adding to the current spies and mercenaries.

"Well, they're the ones. It might be subtle for you to take it as a request. In that sense, it's hopeless, but it's not going to work."

It doesn't boil, but they're too big.

Speaking on Earth, it would be like selling a fight to a certain rice country.

Unless there's more to it, yes, there's nothing to shake your head vertically.

"Well, it's better than nothing."

That said, Eltovael rose out of his chair and headed towards the window.

Take the basket you were putting on the table and spread the wings wide open that had been closed.

"So you're going now. Please don't stand out, okay?

"Ooh."

Sighing at Mizuhiko's seemingly unmotivated answer, Ertvael waved gently to perform a miracle.

It's just a slightly more powerful miracle than what I used when I came down.

When this happens, even Mizuhiko is hard to see.

Even Mizuhiko, who knows he's here, is powerful.

If it's something you don't know at all, you won't notice it first.

"Well, good luck with that"

Waving that way, Ertvael put one foot on the window frame and let himself leap outside.

When you can get a few meters out of the window in one kick, spread the wings wide and flap them.

And it went up at a rate that was like falling into the sky.

I don't like landing, Eltovael, but if it's about other flights, I have the ability to compete for 1-2 among angels.

Mizuhiko tilts her little neck as she drops off such an eltovael.

"How dare you?"

Well, should I also ask what's going on around there tomorrow?

With that in mind, Mizuhiko closed the window that was open.

Looking at the phone clock, it's still a good time to say it's midnight.

"Do you want another one?"

When he snapped, Mizuhiko went back to the futon.

There was a man in the woods looking up over the tube.

Wait for the angel I found a while ago to return to the sky, Paper Snow Sai.

Something snarled in his eyes waiting quietly on the tree.

Increase your concentration to the limit and focus your magic and energy on your eyes.

In this world where most things are magically solved, Paper Snow Sai had a real rare talent.

I was able to manipulate more or less of the power of non-magic.

What the rest of the world calls "chi" is a form of bioenergy.

By requiring it, Paper Snow Sai was able to find an angel that was not supposed to be visible.

Nevertheless, it was only possible if you only strengthened your eyesight a little with all sorts of magic, such as increased focus on strengthening your eyesight.

The concealment that angels are now trying to get back into the sky was so precise and powerful.

"I found it......! We'll narrow it down even further, concentrate!

Paper Snow Sai speaks to the three hidden people surrounding him.

In addition to himself, he also uses reinforced magic from outside.

Angels are assumed to have their own roles.

If you're a stengraer with information about many angels, you might be able to identify the angels that came down.

And if we can identify the angel, we might have a clue as to what purpose it is.

Honestly, if it's a normal angel hiding business, you don't need to strengthen it so far, and a paper snow sai can clearly capture its appearance.

I waited for that moment to prepare and fly so far, because even with him I could not firmly capture the figure of a swirling angel.

Would it have been a little over three minutes in time?

Despite all that time, it's unprecedented that it can't be identified.

Paper Snow Sai reacted to the situation to the point of excess.

The best visually enhanced magic among the art books allowed to be used by the King.

In addition, let the coverts use their magic to strengthen their bodies.

Neither myself, nor the magic, nor the body itself, are in need of such acumen and surgical ceremonies that they cannot stand for long.

Thanks to this, the body of today's paper snow sai was strewn with narrow, surgically written paper.

Either way, it's all written with such precision that if you're a mediocre mage, you can't even read what's being applied.

Those magics activate simultaneously on the signal of a paper snow sai.

"Gi?! Slowly......!

His vision jumps under the influence of surgery, and his eyes capture an angel dancing in the sky.

But Paper Snow Sai's body apparently couldn't stand that rapid strengthening.

In the first place, even the magic he used when he was watching over the sky was so magical that his body wouldn't have a few minutes if he were a normal person.

Paper Snow Sai was a species called the Werewolves.

It is a race that boasts high physical abilities and, above all, terribly high resilience that is said to "heal on the spot even if slashed with a sword".

Just that recoil, or few individuals have enough magic to use it.

In spite of that, Paper Snow Sai was a man who used so much magic that he gently snubbed an elf magician on his own.

That's why the head of the Royal Palace Demon Court is enough.

Its paper snow sai suffers and uses body strengthening that only lasts a few minutes.

Despite this, the figure of an angel dancing above could only be perceived as thin blurry.

"Heh! Buh...!

Without even trying to wipe the blood that blew out of his mouth and eyes, Paper Snow Sai ate his teeth and opened his eyes.

Then the figure of an angel climbing into the sky becomes more difficult to capture even as he does so.

Sushi, a little more, a little more.

Focus your magic and energy on your eyes.

And finally, and still only for a moment.

Paper Snow Sai's eyes clearly captured the figure of an angel.

At that moment, one of the fortified magic that was being cast from around disappeared.

"Stop it!

As a matter of fact, Paper Snow Sai said so reflexively.

Of the three secrets, one had passed out.

There will be no one to blame for one of them.

If you use too much magic, it's the kind of power that involves life and death.

If it is depleted to some extent, people will pass out to avoid being forced.

Even from the average magician, he used unscrupulous magic to the point where he passed out a secret with quite a bit of magic.

That, too, could squeeze out magic and die of depletion if a normal human being uses it, using an impossible technique.

Paper Snow Sai ran over to one of the passed out and held him up, jumping up the cassette with his finger.

There is faint white smoke rising from the seeping eye and mouth of the blood.

It's like a landmark when the wounds of a werewolf go up.

"You guys did a great job. I can see the angel."

"Sincerely seated!

In the secret of the two of us, the colour of joy floats.

Though it's the ones who don't pass out, I guess they're both pretty tired.

He is poking his knees and breathing on his shoulders.

"Oh, but I'm not happy. The angel was Eltovael."

"What?!

"Oh no..."

Angel Eltovael.

The name was famous among things that move in the shadows as they do.

Angels that don't overlook every little event.

An angel who, even from triviality, finds a wash.

Whether you are a king, a cleric or a slave, an angel examines you in the same way without a single compromise.

That's how she was appreciated.

Originally, Eltovael belonged to the department that collects the respective information in order to be in charge of brokering the country.

She was a famous angel, both inside and outside, having been nicknamed an "information-gathering maniac" by her peers, regardless of the working environment in which she was involved.

Her work, like poking around the corner of a heavy box and putting it on ingredient analysis, would be done with "shitsukoi" from within.

But for those of us who think she might be heavenly punished based on the information she gathers, it's just a threat.

The nickname that humans gave to such Eltovael was "The Angel Who Reveals Sin".

The angel said, "Give me a break" with a bitter smile.

"That Eltovael was made to leave. There's something in that city that you can't do without looking into it."

"That's all I have. We have to move quickly."

Paper Snow Sai, who gives the secret he held up to two still conscious people.

When I paid off all the surgical ceremonies I had stretched out on my body with a swing of my arm, I put the scepter I had in my hand on the ground.

"You wait for the magical enrichment for a while. We can't talk about it if we use the technique."

"Where's Paper Snow Sai? The three of us must have used a lot of magic together."

The secret was right.

Paper Snow Sai should be using more than three times as much magic as a first-rate magician who has far more magic secrets to pass out.

However, although the person in question was only showing some fatigue, he shook his head and showed it as though he was well.

"I'm the head of the Royal Palace Magic House,” Paper Crumbs ”Paper Snow Sai. There's still nothing to be said about this."

Then he smiled uncomfortably and showed him, and Paper Snow Sai put his finger on Kasazu's side.

"Encourage recovery until the sun rises."

Leaving it, Paper Snow Sai disappeared into the woods.

Things dispute for a moment.

As soon as possible, I have to tell the rest of my men about this.

Yes, thinking in the back of my chest.

This is what Mizuhiko does, whether he's an Alliance or not, just then.

Agney and the others on the land reviewed seemed busy encouraging their respective jobs.

Firstly, agriculture, for which the span of middle-aged Agney is responsible.

This was more than expected or showing unusual results.

It was only a few days after planting seedlings and mukagos that Ponkuté was picking up the harvest.

Regardless, this can't be normal.

The harvest should be from next year onwards.

That's what quickly stretched the tunnel and quickly came to the harvest.

The hurried and rushed struts are completely covered in sturdy thick twills.

With his arms together and his neck twisted, Spann was roaring forward the harvested mass of Ponkte.

"What's going on?

If I didn't know why Ponkte grew up all at once, I didn't know why he was so abundant.

I don't know what I don't know if I'm tilting my neck, but that's why I can't let it go.

Ponkte is a plant with relatively little continuous crop damage, but still requires the addition of organic matter and companion plants.

What you put in and at what time depends on the variety of Ponkte.

If I don't know what kind of thing I'm growing now, I'm going to have no guidelines for those things.

I can deal with it each time, but it would still feel different to not have policies or guidelines.

Next to the span, young Agney's mark was also strangled.

"Depending on the thing, the companion plants are going to change."

Companion plants are crops that are planted to reduce the damage caused by continuous cropping.

If we continue to grow the same, the fields will deplete or increase too much of the same type of nutrition.

It is the companion plants that are planted to adjust it.

What does the poncté you are growing suck up off the ground and put back what?

If you don't know that, you can't even prepare the companion plants.

Now it may be abundant, but then it may become the same as future harvests continue to diminish.

"I don't know what I did."

"Hmm."

Twist your neck, roaring marks and spans.

Behind those two, one girl approached me.

Black kimonos, black twigs, and grass.

A smile and a really enjoyable look.

It was Sathiko, one of the Guardians of this land, who came.

"What's wrong with you?

Suddenly he was called out and Mark and Spann jumped up.

"Ko, this is Sathiko!

"Ha ha ha!!

"You don't have to be so surprised..."

To two deeply bowing heads, Sathiko grins bitterly.

The Agnies are basically religious.

If you are a Guardian opponent of God's creation, it is already polite.

This action, which lowers its head deeply, was also an achievement that managed to compromise so far that it was supposed to be grounded at its feet.

Such agneys were only very natural to Mizuhiko.

As for Earthhiko, who knows it, he said, "My brother who is so admired is still an amazing man," and raised his reputation for Mizuhiko in strange directions.

Tuhiko smiled bitterly, but opened his mouth and began to explain.

Something went wrong, but I actually heard the majority of the conversation.

"It's thanks to the mediator and the red sheath that Poncutte's fertility is good"

"And, okay?

Neck tilting span.

Agney and the others were only taught their names when the mediator was a tree grown by the red sheath.

But I don't really know what kind of tree it has.

"Once upon a time there was a very well-vegetated forest. The experts looked at the forest and thought someone must be managing it, and named the administrator a mediator. In the sense of a healthy grower who mediates plants."

"" Heh. "

Agnies snort with admiration.

"That's why the identity of that mediator, who I haven't been able to grasp for a while, is one of the trees that Red Sheath grows. They talk to the plants, they manage their growth and distribution, they thrive the whole forest."

"So the tree, the mediator, raised Ponkte for me?

"You will. Of course, if the land is rich and the red sheath manages the flow of power, it will grow so fast."

"" Wow!

Sathiko still laughs bitterly at Agney and the others who honestly admire him.

Is it honest or easy to believe?

I get worried that they were really making a village and living on bends.

"Oh, yeah. Dear Tuhiko, the elder was looking for you, have you been made to see me?

"Hmm? No. I just got here. Can I help you?

"Yes, Mad Eye Baked Goods Experiment and Mad Man and Mad Troll are done."

To Mark's words, Tuhiko smiled happily.

When I put my hands together, I reply with a singing voice.

"Really? Oh, did I? I'm really looking forward to that. I decide to try it on my way quickly. Thank you. Good luck with the field work, huh?

"Yes, thank you. Sit down!

"You've got the best field!

So when he saw Agney and the others laughing, Sathiko nodded several times before walking out toward the one with the square.

The look on his face, such as having no choice but to look forward, reminds him of some innocent child.

From his mouth, which opened in a three-day moon shape, there was a laugh leaking like a song.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it. What will it be like? First, a prototype. Next up is the prototype. And let it go to the woods for more refinement. Oh, oh, I'm so excited."

Sohiko walks in dancing footsteps, laughing like a song.

What she's trying to make isn't going to be completed in a year or there.

But that's why the process of making it is so much fun.

What is the finish of what we are going to see?

Turning around a lot of imagination, Tuhiko really seemed to have fun quickening her legs.