The God has moved to another world.

In the meantime, it would be to decide on future policies, and Red Sheath and Angel Eltovael sat face to face.

The only land ruled by the red sheath so far is wasteland, so it is directly to the ground to sit.

Besides, the place is next to the crater where the red sheath fell.

Angels and God are next to the crater in the wilderness, facing each other in the front seat.

It is a contractual sight to inadvertently end when the devout faithful see it, but there is no problem because there is no one around.

"I took a step because I said it was an entrance to and exit from the earth, but God in this world can fly all the time, can't he? I forgot there was an entrance above."

How scared you were, the red sheath talking in a straight face.

It was common sense for divine tribes and angels in this world, but it didn't seem to apply to the red sheath.

Or if I peek into my face through the entrance and exit, I wonder if I know what's going on.

I thought so, Eltovael, but there was no word in the less serious look of the red sheath.

With three white eyes, the face of the basically strong red sheath is compelling in vain.

That's about as much as an angel sweats on his forehead.

"That... that was tough, huh?

Eltovael like that with an indescribably hard look.

I just want to cling in that it would be too distracting, but the other guy is God.

There's no way I can do that.

Eltovael had a subtle expression on his face, but he didn't notice the red sheath.

"Well. Yeah, it's quick."

"Yes."

To the voice of the red sheath, Ertvael corrected his posture and expression.

Looks like we're getting down to business.

"Why are you so fertile and not growing grass?

Shortly after the fall, the red sheath was looking into the soil on this land.

Although the surface is dry and somewhat stiff, it is not soil that makes it a wasteland.

The soil itself is soft and the grass should be great for rooting.

Somehow, it seemed to contain plenty of nutrition.

The red sheath had the stunt that if the soil was included in his mouth, he could largely tell about the soil.

What nutrients are in it and to what extent pH (paher)?

By the way, Colle is not a skill as a god, but something he acquired in the human age.

Many people will find resistance to putting dirt in their mouths, but unexpectedly, it can be part of the process of confirming this clean dirt.

Human sensory organs are surprisingly good, for example, and you can also spot "not enough salt to pick" in cooking.

Smell and touch, and if you think that's not enough, complement the information with flavor.

Most of the time, it is against the healthy soil of the field, and it is not advisable to put the soil around it in your mouth.

In the case of the red sheath, which is God, this is not the case at all.

Ertvael gave such a strange look to the words of the red sheath.

After he opened his eyes for a few seconds and stared at the face of the red sheath, he snapped and shook his neck vertically as he thought of something.

Remembering that the red sheath still doesn't really understand the common sense of this world, Eltovael opens his mouth for explanation.

"Yes, I do think this land is quite rich in nutrition. There's a water field nearby, and in that sense, we're very blessed."

As Ertvael put it, there's a river just around the corner where the two of us are.

His gaze turned toward the river to confirm it again, and the red sheath twisted his neck.

"The ocean is nearby, but it's not called salt damage, is it? The rain seems to be falling moderately, and the temperature feels moderate…"

As the red sheath says, the area is seaside, but there are no signs of salt damage.

If you look at the moisture on the ground or at the river casa, there will be no shortage of water.

No outside temperatures, no too low, no too hot.

I also thought it was sown with herbicides, but there doesn't seem to be any sign of it.

To be honest, I couldn't think of a reason why the red sheath didn't have any grass growing on this land.

A red sheath with a puzzling expression.

Eltovael starts talking like he's choosing words after he's troubled so much.

"First, I will explain the magic in this world.

Magic is the energy that exists anywhere in this world.

This is also known as the "consideration for causing phenomena that deviate from the reason of the world”, and it is possible to cause any phenomenon depending on how it is used.

With such a convenient force, organisms will of course use it. Much of what we live and live in this world uses magic in our life activities.

As if, oxygen or electrical signals.

There is a deadly lack of magic around this wasteland.

So animals can't even grow grass.

Exceptionally, some magic depletion resistant weeds are growing. "

"Ha ha. I see. Is that so?"

The red sheath looked around again and nodded as he was convinced.

Surely all the grasses growing in the wilderness look the same kind.

"When I say magic, I only saw about it in the game. In the original world."

To a deep thought crushing red sheath, Eltovael leaked a bitter laugh.

Eltovael also knew about the game of the Red Sheath world as knowledge.

I looked into some things in order to talk to the god I serve.

I regretted that I should have looked into people now.

God often hates being able to examine the past.

You'll find out when you look into myths and stuff, mostly because there's some sort of failure or dodge story.

From sex to alcohol-related failures, the direction varies.

I don't have to know if I'm just going to hit something like that while I'm looking into it, and what happens if the book God of the day finds out what I was looking into.

I wish I was a gentle God, but I don't know what a short-minded God would do.

If you're in a bad mood by accident, you'll be launched into a constellation in the night sky.

We're going to be dating for a long time, and we have plenty of time without risking it.

You just have to understand it step by step.

That's what I thought.

Maybe I should have looked into it properly without freaking out.

I thought so. It was Eltovael.

"So, why is there no magic here?

First of all, just explaining that magic is everywhere would be the best question.

Eltovael nodded and opened his mouth again.

"A few decades ago, there was a big war here.

At that time, mass destruction magic was used, which uses a large amount of magic from the earth and the atmosphere.

Its magic, activated by sucking up all the magic called magic around it, has made this area a burning field.

Because of this, the original ecosystem has been completely destroyed, and the plants have lost their roots. "

"But magic should be everywhere, right? Won't it come from somewhere else?

"Yes. I'm going in. So to prevent it, there's something like a bond around here."

To Eltovael's words, the red sheath lifts his neck.

"Why would you do that?

"Magic had troublesome features.

It's usually fluffy and drifting through the air and the ground, and it never naturally solidifies somewhere.

If you use more than a certain amount to drive the magic of that space to a state of depletion, you try to gather in one place at a super high density.

Just in a vacuum state thing, something is going to flow in rapidly, isn't it?

The magic that solidifies in one place with that momentum attracts and enlarges the magic around you as if you had gravity.

Just like a black hole.

When that happens, there's nothing we can do until God intervenes anymore to diffuse the consolidated magic. "

"I see..."

That's all I heard, and the red sheath put his hand on my chin.

Honestly, it was hard to talk to and I didn't really get it.

That's right.

If you're comprehensible enough to understand things immediately overnight, you won't be able to write to Ambalance like that.

Just manage to figure it out for now. Wrap it up with your head and ask questions.

"The magic around here is depleted, which means you're in that black hole state, right?

He said he hated being taken to that black hole by magic from other regions, and he was putting his boundaries together. "

"Yes, we angels are the ones who manage the junction, so we can interfere to some extent, but maybe the lump is too powerful. We, the angels, are beyond our control."

Eltovael clouding his expression.

"So, where do you say chunks like that black hole?

"Yes, it will be right under this"

"Heh?"

Said, the red sheath brought his face closer to the ground, gazing into his eyes.

would be a pretty strange sight to see from the

In the eyes of the Red Sheath, which is God, is the power to watermark the earth and see what lies behind it.

Water flow or magma flow.

You can also see formations, faults, etc.

Something like a giant sphere jumped into the eyes of such a red sheath.

It's a massive mass of energy.

Magic, which is usually invisible, but the red sheath, which is God, is trying to "see" it visually manifests itself.

Something like a particle of light gathers together, spinning around, taking the shape of a sphere.

Makes you feel overwhelmed. Besides, the red sheath looked familiar.

"This is a kind of divine power, isn't it? He's the one who uses it for generation and stuff."

There are many kinds of God's power as well.

The power, among other things, to make sense or to create matter.

In the eyes of the red sheath, what Eltovael called magic appeared to be the same.

Eltovael laughs bitterly at the red sheath, which curiously straps his neck.

"Yes. Exactly.

Mother God has allowed us to use that power against the creatures of this world.

Of course, with some restrictions, though.

And I have given you the ability to fill the world with divine power and use it.

Because, as you know, this power will never be extinguished, no matter how much you use it. "

This power will not disappear even after a phenomenon has occurred.

After it changes to another form, it sets aside some time and changes back to its original appearance.

Just think of it as something like oxygen.

Even if it reacts with carbon dioxide or iron oxide, the absolute amount will remain the same, and it will eventually return to its original appearance.

"Huh."

Sighing as he was impressed, the red sheath put on his pompous forehead.

And he wrinkled between his eyebrows, staring at a mass of magic beneath the ground.

"But well. It's a hassle. Managing magic or something. Isn't it tough? In fact, it's like I'm the reason why I'm here."

"Yes. Um, what do you call it? Because Mother God is merciful. It was exchanged so that the creatures could flourish a little. That's what I'm talking about."

Eltovael smiling, but with a slight expression on his face.

I guess I got some idea what the red sheath was trying to say.

"After I made it, they ended up somewhere else, I guess."

"Mother God," the Creator God who created this world, said he left "Sea Plains and Middle Plains" and headed towards the creation of a new world.

"Yes, that's right"

"It was, wasn't it? Ha ha..."

Soon the face of the red sheath also had a pulling laugh sticking to it.

They were both about the same in their minds.

(Monsieur Monsieur, I'm a tongzla.)

Even if you think so, no one's watching.

I'm scared and I'll never get it out of my mouth.

It was those two low-end gut-stained people.

"For now, for the purpose of the moment, if only I could diffuse this and magically fill this neighborhood, right?

"You will. That way, some flora and fauna will come back even if left alone."

"Uh. I'm not in anything right now."

That said, the red sheath looked around again.

In the wasteland until stunning, Bald Mountain.

The river is flowing with water, but as far as I hear the earlier explanation, I guess the fish and the like are not swimming.

Looking at the sight where no sign of the creature could be felt, the red sheath sighed.

"Well, let's do our best to increase it"

That said, the red sheath rose slowly.

There is no dirt on the red sheath clothing, which is a divine body, but I guess it's a habit, to pay the knee pounding.

"Anyway, thank you"

That said, the red sheath offered his hand towards Eltovael.

Eltovael stares at that hand with a decent face.

Because there is no such thing as a god trying to shake hands with an angel in Eltovael's common sense.

Notice what the offered hand means and hold it in advance.

The red sheath gave a full smile.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Eltovael"

"Yes! Nice to meet you."

The red sheath grabs Eltovael's hand with both hands and swings it up and down.

In a place called the wilderness of death, God and angels shake hands.

Apparently that place, which is also considered a place of death abandoned by God, is "a land left by God, worried about human stupidity, not to let him forget its stupidity", a church said.

In that place supposedly abandoned by anyone like that, forgotten in the original world, God laughs, who has nothing yet to know as anyone else in this world.

In that land where there are no festivals, no companies, just a pillar.

The red sheath is bright at the bottom and laughs with pleasure.

I haven't seen it yet, with the life I would breathe in this land from now on.