The God has moved to another world.

Near as Einfarble.

There were two men dressed in camouflage costumes and a man in white in a forest called a dungeon or a demonic realm.

It's Stenglaire's secret two and a paper snow sai.

The two secrets were affixed with intricate patterns and letter-written paper around the left and right comics.

They say it's written in black ink or something. Its patterns and letters emit extremely pale light.

The way the swinging light slipped over letters and patterns indicated that magic was flowing through them and that magic was activated.

This is Stenglaire's own magic, Paper Formation Magic.

Paper magic is, as its name suggests, a magic made up of paper and formations.

It is activated by drawing a technique called "formation" on paper and passing magic there.

The effect of activation was determined by the formation written on the paper, and it was basically impossible for the person using it to change it.

No matter how much magic you shed, you can't do more than what's set in the line.

If you have less magic to flush, the magic doesn't work.

What is required when using paper magic is "how to flush the exact amount of magic".

It doesn't activate if you have less magic to flush, so you would normally flush a little more magic.

As difficult as it is to hold a stopwatch in just ten seconds, referring to a human being is a creature just not fit to do something right.

If you don't feel a little more than normal, you can't activate it well.

Incidentally, any amount of magic that is not necessary to activate magic will be emitted as light or heat.

Regardless of what the activation ends in an instant, if it is used continuously or continuously for a short period of time, this becomes a problem.

The paper burns.

Paper used in paper formation magic is a special object and is made to burn out in an instant.

When the magic was developed, parchment and so on were also used, but once it burned anyway, it could hardly disappear and became out of hand.

So, "paper that's hard to burn, but once it burns, it burns out all at once" was developed, and after that, formations became written on it.

If the paper burns, I naturally have to prepare a new paper.

Conversely, as long as the paper didn't burn, I could use it as many times as I wanted.

The condition of a good magician in Stenglaire is not just that he has a lot of magic, but also "how skilled he is to keep using the same paper".

In addition to "amount of magic infused", paper formation magic also had conditions for activation.

It's time to let the magic flow.

For example, let's say you needed 10 magic powers to activate the magic of flying energy.

Sometimes magic makes something happen in an instant, but sometimes it works in stages.

First, it flows 3 magic and generates energy, then compresses and forms it with 4 magic, and finally, it uses 3 magic to eject.

Like I said.

As it takes three seconds to activate magic, three magic powers in the first second, four magic powers in the next second, and three magic powers in the last second.

Doing so activates the magic of the required 10 magic powers for a total of three seconds.

Now I made it three seconds to make it easier to understand, but this is not specifically specified.

If possible, it can be flown and activated separately by 0.1 seconds.

But you have to be careful that the paper can burn out if you flush the wrong amount.

If there is a small amount of magic that can be applied to any one of the three levels mentioned earlier in the example, the magic will not be activated.

Conversely, when you jump through and somewhere more, at that point you generate a huge amount of heat and light, and the paper burns out.

If that happens, naturally, the magic doesn't work.

Once the magic flow is separated, it is necessary to take the stage properly.

Flush the required amount of magic at the right time.

This is the first time paper magic has been activated.

The magic the two coverts were activating was telescopic and acoustically capable.

This is pretty advanced magic, and if you're a regular magician, you can use it for about three minutes and the paper will burn up.

But they had already continued to use more than enough of the same paper.

The light and heat generated were still weak, and even continued magic seemed still capable of exercising the technique.

Of the two, one sat on the ground and had one hand on a paper about 30 cm square in size laid on the ground.

Fine and delicate formations are drawn, which is also paper used for paper formations magic.

The secrecy that stood behind those who sat down hung their necks from a certain point.

"But you can't solve it. If you're aware of this, I think you'll see every single one of them trying to catch you."

The secret word was against the subject we are now monitoring, Shelbren.

From your actions, you will be aware that you are being watched.

In spite of that, Shelbren didn't show a glimpse of trying to catch secrets or sprinkle surveillance.

"You know what you can and can't do. As far as movement goes, that's a samurai. We are not willing to do it from the edge if we are no match for our opponents on that path. If you know you can't catch us discreetly, you know you can't scatter us."

It was Paper Snow Sai standing next to him who responded to the secret words.

A piece of paper written by a formation hangs around the surrounding area in the kasashi bump on which it is worn, and its expression is invisible.

But the leaking laughter from underneath was like a fierce carnivore.

"If that's where you're about to be sniffed around, lure yourself to bait and slap and crush. And I guess I just said,"

"You think it's bad?

To Paper Snow Sai's question, Hidden shrugs his shoulders.

"You'd feel some ease if it seemed that way. I smell the same as Mr. Paper Snow Sai."

As I said, the secret took off the paper I pasted on the comet.

He was a man of a barrel-like physique characteristic of Dwarf, but his bearded and ragged hair, said to be a peculiar feature of the species, was beautifully shaved.

Are you quite old, I could see some wrinkles on your face.

"Smells just like me?

Paper Snow Sai says bitterly.

But in the face of Dwarf's secret seriousness, he changed his expression.

"That man. Who do you think you are?

This Dwarf clandestine is an ancient stock among royal demon houses.

I can't insult that knowledge or knowledge by stepping on the number of places.

"Are you a bad covert man who comes to this place alone at this time of year? From the outfit, I have a sense of each person. Well, it's probably the same guy that Paper Snow Sai thinks he is."

"Steel."

For those like them, the word "steel" does not mean what it is.

It is used as a word that indicates only one individual.

"" of steel. "Shelbren. If you think so, you'll behave like that man, and you'll have a point. Everyone seems to think so."

"If so..."

Snuff, Paper Snow Sai pushed Kasai up with his fingers.

What appeared was a fierce smile.

Paper Snow Sai is still young and the word beautiful youth suits him.

Decoration If you'd kept quiet, a woman wouldn't leave you alone.

Beautiful. What might they say it is.

But the essence of Paper Snow Sai was not.

"Then you can't miss this opportunity. If the" steel ”shelvren has no full body armor, no love machine silvrin top, and is alone in this forest. Exactly one in a thousand. One in a million."

"We haven't decided yet, have we?

"I guess so, too. But we'll find out soon enough. Ready to snipe?

"I'll sit neat."

What I responded to was the secrecy that was sitting on the ground.

The formations depicted on paper spread out on the ground are magic used for precision sniping.

Paper Snow Sai lifts the edge of his mouth and narrows his eyes.

"Come on. So let's start one."

Shortly after he started eating lunch, Shelbren was feeling strange signs.

I didn't check something with my eyes, I didn't catch something with my ears.

But I vaguely perceived and was certain of something.

I'm already surrounded, and the opponent is gauging when to launch the attack.

It wasn't something that I could prove or prove concretely, if I may say so.

But it's something that Shelbren has cultivated over the years on the battlefield and relies on more than anything else.

It is neither state-of-the-art magic nor equipment that has informed him of the danger and saved his life at the earthen pit.

As a warrior, it was a hunch.

I raise the pitch to eat and stuff my stomach with food.

The fried clothes on the outside because they were crunchy, the well-buttered sandwiches and things like healthy rolled cabbage wrapped in finely chopped vegetables with large leafy vegetables were all delicious.

If it weren't for these occasions, I would have tasted and eaten more.

If you mate with Stenglair's secret, you won't be able to get anywhere near Einfarble for a while.

There's no way I'm in a position to be exposed to confidential information for once, leaving lightly where the secrecy is wandering.

It was originally Einfarble, where Stenglair's secret was, but it wasn't as much or as vigilant as it is now.

They're not supposed to be interested in anything other than being close to abandoned land.

To say that you are so vigilant towards those who are only in Einfarble is an anomaly in itself.

Perhaps some kind of instruction came down from the country.

I don't have to think about the cause of it, but it's probably in the Agney hunt for Metermaguito.

"Thinking about it, can't you eat good food because of your own country"

When Shelbren snapped so, he sighed loudly.

Although it is often misunderstood, Metermagito is not a country with much vegetable production.

Rather, they are extremely few compared to others.

Because if you have land, it's like telling you to plant trees to produce magic.

The land, large enough to make vegetables, has become a whole managed forest.

For this reason, the staple food is meat of herbivores grown exclusively by eating leaves of trees.

For those living in Metermagito, vegetables and cereals are luxury ingredients imported from foreign countries.

"I'll keep the delicious vegetables for a while..."

Sigh, but I can sigh the last dish in my mouth.

It was then.

Feeling signs of something looming from behind, Shelbren shook his arms through reflexively.

I didn't sense that directly with my eyes or ears.

I felt something like killing.

The moment I shake it off with backfisting guidelines, it sounds like a mild explosion.

The shock passed on to my fist showed that he apparently succeeded in intercepting the identity of the signs.

Fast flying stuff, maybe a magic bullet or something.

There was definitely a feeling that something touched my fist, but I couldn't confirm with my eyes what I played.

It must be an invisible energy bullet molded with magic or something.

It was pretty compressed or I felt quite hard.

The flying object is bounced with fists and pierced to the nearby ground.

Soil smoke rises and stones and grass splash.

A crater the size of which each person could perfectly accommodate could be done in no time.

You'd say you flew in so fast.

I don't know to what extent, but I must have probably just said the speed of sound or more.

Invisible bullets flying at sound speed.

I guess the focus was more on penetration than crushing force due to explosions, etc.

If it was something like an explosion the moment you touched it, it could have been damaged.

As dirt and wood pieces still flew from the side, Shelbren pointed his gaze in the direction the attack would have come through.

Beyond sewing trees, avoiding rocks, and through the shadows of tree leaves and grass leaves.

What I saw was three humans.

One has his hands on something placed on the ground.

Perhaps he who exercised his earlier magic.

The other is a dwarf in a camouflage costume.

He has a surprised look.

The last one is in white.

I didn't see many outfits, and my face couldn't see a cassette with paper with something like a complicated pattern in the way.

The camouflage costume is something I prefer to use to keep a stainless steel secret.

You'll be sure to be the one who's been following you.

We found them for now, but they must still be lurking somewhere.

The rest of us will come out as well, beyond what we have been attacking.

But who is the white outfit?

I can only think of one person who is a stenglair and dressed prominently like that.

"" Paper Crumbs ”Paper Snow Sai...?

A man at the head of the Royal Magic House.

If Paper Snow Sai is coming out, both the current state of Einfabull and the reason why I had a tail on me overnight make sense.

That man, who is supposed to be a werewolf, manipulates magic more skillfully than an elf, more than a high elf.

There is a man on this scene who is said to be out of balance of power just because he lacks one.

I didn't know, Shelbren narrowed his eyes sharply.

Keep your hands on the luggage you put on the ground, staring at the paper snow sail.

When I open the Zuta bag that just tied my mouth with a string, I grab a metal handkerchief from inside.

The glove-shaped part is in the same shape and the arm part remains wide open inside.

When I inserted my hand into the palm area and held my fist, the surface of my hand began to glow faintly.

And it starts to sound like a little motor.

The other hand also sticks into the Zuta bag and grabs the same thing out.

Secure your hands with your fingers and palms and stand up with a firm grip.

Then the area wrapped around the arm of the hand began to move on its own to match it.

When the part that was open to cover Shelbren's arm closes, the sound like a motor sound gradually grows louder.

It is actually a vibrating sound, a sound that occurs when the magic of Metermagito, called "Carved Iron Magic" or "Iron Plate Magic", is activated.

The "sculpted iron plate", the magical book of Metermagito, vibrates finely when it is passed through magic.

In other words, it showed that the hand that Shelbren put in his arms was a tool for using magic.

"I'm on a paycheck. Well, just do it."

So twinkly, Shelbren starts checking the grip on both hands.

It was just after that that something in camouflage jumped out of the left and right bushes.

Paper Snow Sai was stirring up laughter as he watched the coverts in his subdivision dance to Shelbren from afar.

The distance between Shelbren and the Paper Snow Says is not a distance from which we can see each other with the naked eye if it is a normal human species.

But apparently it was a distance to Shelbren to check if he wanted to.

The secrets of the Dwarves standing next to each other crumble with their dazed faces.

"No. I should have kept the speed of sound until the bullet landed. I wonder how the hell you sensed it. It came from behind me."

"Hey. If that's steel, you know it won't work. I just don't think you can play with your bare hands without magic."

"If it's a medium-sized species, it will also penetrate the scale of the dragon."

"Then I'm just saying it was harder than the dragon. Even though it's incredible to Russia, it happened right in front of me. You have to swallow it if you don't understand."

That said, Paper Snow Sai placed his hand on his hidden shoulder while sitting.

He slipped away quite a bit of magic and concentration, sweat seeping through his forehead and breathing on his shoulders.

"Thank you. As soon as you recover, confirm your exit and help the others fall back."

"Ha."

When he confirmed the short answer and nodded, Paper Snow Sai stood up and reached for his nostalgia.

What I took out was a book.

It was deposited directly from the king when he left his home country of Stenglaire.

Turn the cover and open the first page.

What's written there is a fine pattern, a magical formation.

When Paper Snow Sai puts his hands on it, he pours magic into it.

The magic activated in just a few seconds, and the book deformed its appearance.

Then it stretched vertically, turning into a scepter.

So I slapped one on the ground and confirmed the shape, Paper Snow Sai nodded satisfactorily.

"Which. Is it really“ steel ”? Shall we discern?"

"Ha. Not at all. You'd feel better alive jumping into a tiger's mouth."

Paper Snow Sai kicked the ground, along with the Dwarf secrets he shrugged his shoulders and said.

In the next moment, the two bodies were on a tree more than a dozen meters away.

"Come on, monster hunting"

With a peek at his sharp dog teeth, Paper Snow Sai smiled fiercely and snapped so.