The God has moved to another world.

Being in a state of magic depletion is synonymous with saying that it is a vacuum state for the organisms of the "Sea Plains and Middle Plains".

"Forsaken land" that had long been exposed to its state. For obvious reasons, "reviewed land" was a raw situation to call wasteland as well.

When I was on Earth, I had seen pictures of Mars, a red sheath, but that was exactly what was spreading in front of me.

Originally there were only a few special plants that were resistant to magic, but they were also killed by the influx of magic.

The seeds of plants that used to exist in the ground seem to remain, but apparently they all died when there was no magic.

This is exactly the situation where a bottle of peppergrass has not grown.

Plants and animals are coming in little by little from the woods, but the roots are hard because the ground is stiff.

The red sheath also encouraged plants to grow in the wasteland, but it didn't work.

We must first bring in grass and perennials for a year, and then we must prepare the environment in which the trees grow.

If the soil isn't soft, big trees are hard to grow.

horns on the rabbit. Now we need to bring in animals such as grass and mites and plow the soil.

What this land needs right now is a guy named Weed, who has a lot of vitality, even if he's trampled hard on the wasteland.

Hedge weed.

Weed, now.

Grass is great.

With that in mind, the red sheath was walking through the middle of the wasteland, aiming for eight trees that seemed distant.

Walking with me next door is Eltovael, who lowered his basket.

One pillar and first place were now in the process of returning to their usual place near the middle of the land.

"I tore a little stream of land power in Mr. Agney's village, but it's easier to do it in the middle of the land after all. The whole thing looks over and is easy to understand. Is that right? Well, maybe I'm just familiar with it."

What the red sheath is describing to Eltovael with gestures was about the management of the land.

Eltovael, who had been collecting information and making compromises between countries, didn't know much about Red Sheath's work.

Though we look at it all at once, the red sheath, which has done centuries of its work on boulders, is no match for knowledge or experience.

So this is how they're getting the lecture done.

Now it was about why we work to manage the flow of power in the middle of the land.

"I think you want to change the fields, the parts, the woods a little bit. But if you just change it there, the whole flow goes crazy. I pulled down some of the river, like I wanted to see it. So I just want to move a little bit, but at least I'm going to have to squeeze the whole thing around."

"It's complicated."

Eltovael said so, sighing small.

Such a sigh, mixed with interest and fright.

I couldn't hide it enough. It was for the Red Sheath job.

This is how we talk, but the red sheath keeps working.

The land, which originally appeared to be in a wonderful state completed in the eyes of Eltovael, continues to change to a more tidy state now.

Is that particularly pronounced around the woods?

Plants and animals are becoming more and more habitable.

He only walked in the woods for a few moments and grasped the state of the growing trees, etc.

"Though you still seem to have a lot of hands on it. That's amazing."

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

Then I laughed bitterly like I was in trouble.

"Oh. Is this it? No, I'm just getting ready downstairs."

For the red sheath, this word was neither humble nor anything.

There is a great separation of consciousness between the Earth, especially between the Japanese God and the "Sea Plains and Nakahara" God, with regard to land management.

There were similarities between the flow of force and the flow of water.

If I make one big stream with Zdon, that's actually enough.

Even if you stay away from the flow, you can benefit somewhat if the flow itself is large.

Most of all, the closer you get, the easier it is to benefit, and the harder it is to benefit from it.

In contrast, what the Japanese god prefers is a way to stretch the flow of power like the eyes of a net.

It's like passing water and electricity through a household, stretching it thoroughly and meticulously, like a blood vessel.

This way, all places are equally endowed with the benefit of power, but it also has major drawbacks.

Management stinks of trouble.

If the situation changes at all, we have to reposition it, and if some of it gets clogged, the force can stop flowing to everything after that.

If you are a free god, you will be able to maintain it more often, but most gods are busy.

We don't have to concentrate on management at four or six o'clock.

Because if it gets to you, something else will go wrong.

In other words, these ways of managing land can't have anything to do first but a god who is free to die with nothing else to do.

It's such a hassle and laborious way to do things everywhere that even a specialist god is going to freak out that it only depends on the land.

Of course, the land will be very calm and good for that matter.

The land gods around the land that Red Sheath had managed were many in Japan who, among other things, were committed to the management of the land.

That's all I had time for, and there were so many gods who had nothing else to do.

It is "just under-prepared" where it is said with such a sense of red sheath.

From the eyes of Eltovael, who thinks things through the common sense of this world "Sea Plains and Nakahara," there will be no choice but to look unusually neat.

"I'm going to do it for real when I get back. Well, one hassle."

Red sheath laughing and saying that.

Eltovael watched that blatant smile with the thought of seeing something even horrible.

He said that while keeping the land so well in place, it is still in the lower preparation stage.

After all, the red sheath must be a god with tremendous power.

That's how you serve God.

I need to hang in there more myself.

Thus, Eltovael overestimated the red sheath more and more.

It was the tree spirits and the high-ranking spirits who presided over the attributes who welcomed the red sheath and Eltovael, who arrived near the center of the land.

"Dear Red Sheath, welcome back!

"Master Eltovael, welcome back!

"I was in a good spot!

"I was!

The tree spirits jumping on the red sheath with that in their mouths.

The red sheath laughed bitterly at him for looking like that, but he took it with his hands wide open.

"Yes, sir. It's hard. What, that?

I just hugged her, and the red sheath strapped her neck to discomfort.

"Um. Has something changed again?

Ever since I left in the morning, the spirits have changed.

The spirits, which were supposed to be smaller in size than the Agnies, were now about the size of high school students.

Obviously, it's growing too fast.

"And haven't you grown any trees?

The tree, which should have been only 2-3 m, was already over 5 m in size.

When this happens, it's already full of trees.

Explain to the red sheath that wrinkles between the eyebrows, with an eltovael peeling face.

"Because spiritual trees, world trees and mediators are all closer to spirits than trees. With all this flow of power in place, I think it will grow faster."

"Still, isn't something too hasty? It was still small in the morning, wasn't it? It's just a gap you let go of your eyes, right?!

The red sheath is probably the best thing to say.

If the Spirit, which was big enough to hold, was suddenly the sister of a brother about a high school student, or if the young tree was turning into a tree, it wouldn't have to be a red sheath to be Bill.

In the words of the red sheath, he also felt somewhat uncomfortable with Eltovael on the boulder.

With his neck gently hanging, he moves his gaze with the trees, the tree spirits, and the attribute spirits who refrain behind them.

And, poof, I slapped my hand.

"Oh, because the spirits have tamed the trees."

"The spirits?

"Yes. These three types of trees gather spirits and let themselves be protected, as we have talked about before. Their leaves and trunks are rich in nutritional value and rich in magic. Eat it, okay, use it for ingredients, whatever you're after, be it animals or humans. If it gets bigger, it will stand out for that matter, so the danger increases. So they have more spirits who can protect themselves, and they don't grow bigger until they share and strengthen their magic."

"In other words, paradoxically, the attribute spirits raised by the tree spirits become large when they grow strong. And?"

"It will."

The red sheath, besides, looked around at the spirits of the attributes that were around him.

In the morning, the attribute spirits, which should certainly have been the majority of the lower and middle spirits, had become the upper spirits with ninety percent.

The rank of the Spirit is easy to translate.

He who is strong is superior.

Seeing my current situation again, the red sheath was donning.

When I say superior spirits, I'm already a god in terms of Japanese feeling.

That, too, is a hundred times more divine than an ex-human and miscellaneous fish godly red sheath.

It's just that it's only a talk on Earth.

In this world "Sea and Middle Plains", God is God and the Spirit is the Spirit.

The Spirit is not deified.

Even if it is stronger than the red sheath, knowledgeable or influential, the red sheath, which is God, is more qualified for once.

That's why the spirits refrain from looking like they might have bowed their heads ever since the red sheath arrived.

For the spirits, that would be natural.

Anyway, they are gods, and they are great beings who have given them strength.

"This land, prepared by Master Red Sheath, is in very good condition, whether it be a divine force or a stream of power. The trees are benefiting from it and restoring it to the Spirit. The spirits are largely knowledgeable and experienced, so they can make the power they receive from the trees their own. The red sheath set up the land, and thanks to it the trees were able to accumulate their strength. With that power, the Spirit became stronger. Now that the Spirit had grown stronger, the trees could have grown. And is that the place"

In fact, Ertvael was right.

In this world, where there are many places where the conditions of the land are not very good, there are many plants that try to grow while the conditions are good.

World trees, spiritual trees, and regulators, who need a lot of strength to grow, are at its head.

The improvement of the land by the red sheath, and its overlapping favorable condition that the red sheath, which is God, is nearby, seems to have led to this rapid growth.

Still, the red sheath still seemed uncomfortable and only had a huge stiff face.

"That's what I did. Suddenly this morning..."

"There's a good translation for suddenly being big!

"I do!

Zuscher sounds like a dummy.

What stood there was, for some reason, a mediator's spiritual combination equipped with glasses.

The child's shape, not sure of her gender, is now a combination of glasses for boys and girls.

The red sheath, which came up with the word "President of the Commission" without a place, should not be wrong.

"I saw the flow of force adjusted exclusively by the Red Sheath to the plants, and I studied it!

"As long as you have an example, growing plants is easier than having two mediators!

"" You can grow up in no time!!

Biscuit! And the mediator combine to pose.

The other tree spirits who saw it are making a scene.

Apparently it's pretty cool stuff in them.

Ertvael, who was watching it by the way, smiles like he sees a kindergartner fighting fantasy enemies.

"No, that's it too... as far as I'm concerned, these people are more like superior spirits or higher spirits"

A red sheath looking around, like a fear.

All that stands in line are openly powerful spirits that are likely to show tremendous destructive power with RPG and other recall magic.

Such spirits were uniformly deflecting themselves into tension when their gaze was turned to the red sheath.

If you try them, the red sheath is exactly what you should worship as God.

Grow the trees to protect so much in a short period of time.

Because he is a god who has created a wonderful land, so well organized that even spirits outside the profession know how to manage the land.

It is also because of the red sheath that they became superior spirits, which were lower and middle spirits, if they correct the original.

Exactly, it is no exaggeration to say that it exists on the cloud.

Incidentally, the act of tidying up the land done by the Red Sheath can be at a level that anyone in the Land God who was around where the Red Sheath lived.

I have to say, don't be afraid of Japanese gods.

That's all I can say about the management of "Kaihara and Nakahara".

The spirits sent a mixed gaze of respect and awe, and the red sheath was filled with unspeakable feelings.

Everyone feels many times better than they do.

A junior high baseball boy told professional baseball players and big leaguers, "I respect you! I might feel this way if they say," or bee.

The red sheath sighed one sigh as he pounded his head, mouthing it as usual.

"Ma, okay. Let's say we didn't see it."

Since coming to different worlds, it was a red sheath that gave me more chances to decide I hadn't seen it at all.