The God has moved to another world.

Brand new crater, worn on dry earth.

It's about 2 meters deep, and it's still about to turn up soot smoke.

In the center of it was a bright red sheath.

They fell free from thousands of meters in height.

Normally, it would be so crushed that it wouldn't hold its original shape, but somehow it didn't have one scratch on its sheath.

That should be it, too.

Because this sheath is not only a legendary object or artifact, but God himself.

For the most part, it has a qualitative appearance that appears to be a mass-produced product with no decoration at all.

From the sheath that plunges into the ground, red, small particles of light rise.

Its particles, which pushed away the earthen smoke and swayed like those of mass, began to rise again like smoke.

Standing up to about 2m high, it snarls as if it were willing.

It seemed to spread scattered, and it gradually began to gather in one place.

The particles of red light that have begun to create something like a person's contour gradually increase their radiance.

Moments, dazzling flashes run.

By the time it had subsided, what was a particle of red light had turned into a martial artist wearing a bamboo.

"Ha... I thought I was gonna die."

Martial artist, the land god Red Sheath picked up his own dependency bill rolling beside him when he crumbled so with his heart tired face.

As he crawls out of the crater he wears himself, the red sheath looks around for a moment.

A land where grass grows everywhere, like peppergrass, perhaps even in the wasteland.

"Ah. This is a stunning wasteland."

Sighing mixed, the red sheath put the sheath against his own hips.

As the red sheath put it, the surroundings were just landscapes like wasteland.

The sea and a few kilometres of flatlands spread out, and mountains can be seen on the other side of the sea.

There seems to be some difference in height between the flatlands and the sea, and the red sheath coming from Japan, the earthquake power, seems like you don't have to worry about the tsunami.

When the red sheath falls, it seems that it hits the high ground, and we can also confirm that the river is flowing far away.

But there are fewer plants around them, and less water flowing.

I guess there was more water originally, like after the flow, but now it just leaves a smudge.

"Mmm."

The red sheath, looking through the land, frowned and twisted his little neck.

When I knelt on the ground, I stared seriously at the dirt to my hand.

It's getting dry. Press it into the palm of your hand with your finger.

The wrinkles between the eyebrows of the red sheath became deeper and deeper as he put his face closer together and smelled it.

Crumble through the soil on the palm of your hand and jerk the soil on your finger.

Raise your earthy fingers up and look over the sun.

Lie down on your face and take a thin look.

Now vice versa, make a shadow out of your body and look from above.

After observing the dirt on his finger for a while, the red sheath roughly brings his finger closer to his mouth.

And I licked the dirt on my fingers with the pelts.

Keep moving your mouth over your mouth for a while to make sure it tastes good, and throw it away on your side.

When the red sheath made his expression rude, he began to look around with his little neck hanging.

"Ah too! Come on, come on, come on!

In an annoying tone, the angel was descending toward the surface, whirling and swirling.

There are a lot of things that fly in the sky that you don't know how to fly.

I'm good at flying long distances, but I don't like taking off.

This angel was the type who was good at ascending and gliding but not good at descending.

If you try to get off too rapidly, you can't kill the momentum and you crash into the ground.

Aim for a crater worn on the ground, descending.

Near there, slowly approaching, stood one man.

A red sheath at the waist for a Japanese costume rarely seen in this world.

"I was there!

When the angel brightens his face all the time, he wings the bulbs.

Though I still have the height, I guess I stepped on it that it would be okay to fall if the height of this.

I descend to the ground at a rate that almost falls, bumping my hands and feet with my feathers.

He managed to offset the momentum of the fall while stepping on the buckwheat and exhaled heavily.

I guess I was pretty unscrupulous.

Seems like your heart rate is bouncing pretty good based on how you're holding it around your heart.

He was an angel who had been breathing on his shoulder for a while, but as I recall, he raised his face and began to let his gaze wander for a moment.

You found what you were looking for, and you ran out the other way.

The man in japanese attire is, of course, ahead of us on our way.

The angel who came before the man in the Japanese costume, kneeling in a falling momentum, drowned his head and opened his mouth.

"I see you as the Red Sheath, the God who came out to this land from another world."

"Heh? Oh, yes. Yes, but."

Man, the red sheath replied with a loose voice in between, looking at the angel who suddenly appeared with a flashing face.

"My name is Eltovael, an angel, and I have applied to serve Lord Red Sheath."

"Oh, uh. I see. Are you Mr. Eltovael! I heard you were coming this way first, so I saw you when you were falling, so I thought maybe you were, huh? I can't fly, Sola. You had to wait for me to come!

Blatantly so, the red sheath laughed out loud and bitterly.

When in trouble, laugh and deceive.

Exactly Japanese physique.

"Yes, they do! Don't be so cool, look up!

"Yes, thank you"

That said, the angel Eltovael slowly raised his face.

I also wondered if I would not kneel against the god I was going to serve, but there is no reason why the red sheath should do so.

Stand up and stare at the red sheath from the front.

Happy with that, Red Sheath smiles when he throws away the dirt he had in his hand and pays his hand.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll tell you what, I'm not sure how to be polite in the world. I might be rude though. Well, let's take it easy on each other around there."

"Kick, take it easy, is it?

Eltovael felt his expression catch on.

Her knowing God was something she wanted to hold dear to.

I'm hungry, so why don't you bring me something to pinch?

It's like exchanging 200 characters of manuscript paper with about 2-3 sentences, and it's just a bunch of turkey people.

Speaking of exceptions, is the only Sun god unbalanced or so?

He behaved exactly like he did against his mother gods and other gods to the angels who were supposed to be in his lower capacity.

That's a big problem.

"Oh, yeah. Mr. Amvalence left it with me. To you."

"Is it from the Sun God?!

"Yeah, I thought you should read it right away."

What the red sheath removed from the nostalgia was a single postcard.

They gave it to me effortlessly. Ertvael receives it with both hands.

There is no such thing as God writing to angels.

Because reading is enough.

Even so, it takes the form of a one-sided conversation from God to an angel.

Eltovael began to read the postcard, confused but from an unbalance.

Foreword

Abbreviated

Abbreviations

[]/(n, vs) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk

Did you say that?

Good morning. Hello. Good evening.

It's the Sun God Amvalence.

Thank you so much for being the supporter of Mr. Red Sheath for coming from different worlds this time around.

Thank you so, so much.

Looks like you've been collecting a lot of information for a month.

I heard Eltovael was good at gathering information and stuff, but I was surprised to hear that she had finished looking around all in such a short period of time.

I'm sure that information will help Mr. Red Sheath.

Anyway, Mr. Red Sheath only got it in the last month because it's a local word.

Hi. We seem to have been licking Mr. Red Sheath's ability to learn.

I've had a lot of studies, but Mr. Red Sheath still remembers the names of the countries around him.

I also remember the position.

In short, it's not much different than not remembering anything.

I remember half of it. Good. Poor quality.

Finally, the animals and plants at the heart don't seem to know very well either.

After all, the name and shape do not match.

Fantasy monsters and all that seem to make sense, but the unique flora and fauna of this world don't seem right.

I mean, it rarely goes down to earth, but sometimes it's creepy to see the flora and fauna of our world, isn't it?

Mr. Red Sheath's world rabbits and hamsters are super cute.

I wish there was one in our world.

That's why tell Mr. Red Sheath a lot.

I believe Eltovael can do it!

I believe you!!

grass

Eltovael, having finished reading the postcards, was stiffened with a straight face.

It seems to be taking a while for the brain to accept things.

Apparently, the red sheath also knows what postcards are about, laughing deceitfully at her head.

"Well, I don't know. Best regards,"

"Ha..."

With an ambiguous smile, the angel Eltovael spit out what could be taken both as a sigh and a reply.

I'm guessing we're going to be ahead of us.

It could be admirable to just manage to speak out in an intense headache.