The God has moved to another world.

Sit up on the ground and move the sheath in motion as if you were even mixing it in a pan.

That look of turning a bright red sheath in a hollow with nothing is very odd.

Nevertheless, the person at the time of the work has a serious look.

In person, there may be a narrative.

Because you're not a man, you're a god.

Sit on the ground and behave like mixing nanicas with a sheath.

The red sheath was the first of its kind, and it had been about three days.

It was work in insomnia, but since it is God, there is no physical fatigue.

Most of all, the Red Sheath, an ex-human, is made of spirit that, unlike other gods, is easily weary.

Even if your body is not tired, your mind is completely tired.

"Uh. I don't like it anymore. I should have at least brought you some tea or something, right? This. Oh, there's a lot of looseness in your mind."

Bumps and a red sheath that keeps fooling around on its own.

I feel like I have no heart or a neighborhood under my eyes, but I'm not physically tired, so I'm probably just looking that way.

The thing called spirit seems to affect the visual as well.

Work being carried out by the red sheath.

It was the thing of dissipating a mass of magic beneath the ground, using the "sheath", a dependency and artifact.

I guess if you are a powerful god, you can care less with one miracle shot, but anyway, the red sheath has only the power to the extent that the monster has grown hairy.

We have no choice but to do something with genuine effort.

First, extend the sheath force field and grab the end of the magic mass.

Once you have confirmed that you have grabbed it properly, the rest will spin a chunk of magic with the procedure of spinning the pan with a sheath.

Suddenly the red sheath doesn't have enough power to spin it, so it will slowly affect it at first.

Things are things, so once they move out, they start spinning without friction resistance, etc., but they don't get as fast as I think because they're big anyway.

For days and days, not resting, tilting your efforts and guts into the tunnel, and finally just a few more days to your target speed, and so on?

Once the mass of magic has gained momentum and the RPM has risen, it is finally the real deal.

Push the knife, one of the artifacts of the red sheath, and sharpen it all at once.

It would be close to oyster ice or radish peeling.

The sharpened magic will be scattered far away by centrifugal force.

I guess if you let it go, it will be absorbed by a mass of magic again, but if you scrape the mass before it gathers, you can't get together.

It's something that doesn't originally come together in one place.

As long as we scatter it well, this won't happen again.

If we succeed, this land, which the red sheath can contain, will finally become a habitable environment for life.

The rotational speed of the magic mass was increasing and we were almost on board to the speed at which work was scheduled to begin.

The red sheath is the result of three days of insomnia.

In that case, the fatigue and frustration of the heart of the red sheath had reached its peak.

A human being is a strange thing, and what he doesn't want to do is feel the hardest when plugged in at the end of 80% of the time.

The red sheath now, that's exactly how it was.

I want to go home.

Tired.

I want ice cream.

Hot.

I want to internet.

Such dissatisfaction leaks out of my mouth.

It's a sight where believers are likely to be zero in an instant if people see it, but now there's no intelligent life form within a dozen kilometers of the perimeter, so it won't be a problem.

It may not be good for mental health to be watching this killer landscape prolonged.

Anyway, there seems to be only one tree and a few fine peppergrass mods growing around.

"I knew you shouldn't say there was no green. Green is the color of relaxation."

Red sheath looking around the area, even though I know it will just be depressing.

Of course, you can't even hope for the greenery of plants.

Instead, it was white moving above.

"A bird? Well, it doesn't translate. No way, Osprey?"

There can't be any such thing.

If I stared closely, I knew immediately who it was.

Big white wings spread, angel Eltovael.

Eltovael was moving his feathers carefully, being careful not to drop the basket in his hand.

Inside the basket is the thing you were asked to collect from the red sheath.

Plant bulbs and seeds.

And some potted plants.

Nowadays there are few organism-like organisms present in the land of the Red Sheath.

If the magic returns, the flora and fauna will gradually come in from around.

But it's too shameful to wait with your fingers on it.

There is no land in front of us because of it.

I'd like to try and get my own hands on it for a bit.

Yes, the red sheath thought.

Bring your favorite plants and animals from around you to the extent you don't destroy the environment around you.

That's what the Red Sheath was thinking.

Nevertheless, the red sheath had no idea what plants and animals were around here.

I should have studied in heaven, but the head of the red sheath, which falls asleep just by opening the dictionary, had no information at all.

If you don't know, you can't bring plants that won't destroy the environment.

So what helped was Eltovael's knowledge.

Famous among fellow angels as an information-gathering geek, she had a grasp on almost all the flora and fauna around her.

With her like that, it's easy to figure out a plant to fulfill the Red Sheath request.

What the red sheath wanted was a large tree that seemed perfect for building a house.

And it's an easy-to-grow cereal suitable for consumption.

It meant that intelligent life forms existed in this world as well, so there would be nothing wrong with having something like that ready from now on.

Yes, the red sheath made a decision.

At last, there was also an intention that if I grew a large tree from now on, I would be treated better in the future.

Rather than being flattered, he flatters the faithful one way or another.

The red sheath is such a low back god.

Ertvael received such a low red sheath aspiration with a great misunderstanding.

A tree suitable for building a house refers to a tree that is often large and splendid.

Among those close to God (?) such as angels, a splendid tree is an equal-divine tree.

Ertvael interpreted it as "I was entrusted with the selection of trees that would become divine trees in the future".

The largest and sturdiest growing trees were selected around, and the seeds and seedlings were also potted to ensure.

As a precaution, other candidate tree species are also collected.

By the time she was convinced, that total weight would be more than a dozen kilograms.

Of course, trees aren't the only ones I've collected.

The total quantity of cereal species collected was several, more than a dozen kilograms.

Whatever it is, it is the grain that God gives to the believers.

I picked it out just in case it shouldn't be half.

The image of the red sheath was something like, "You should have something to eat while people can make a living from agriculture or something."

But Eltovael was receiving "the first plant God gave to the faithful" or something about that weight.

There is no angel out of hand for such an important thing.

As a result, Ertvael's basket was to contain a total of more than thirty kilograms of luggage.

To carry normally, it would weigh into a fairly heavy category.

In fact, even angels weigh tight to fly with.

Nevertheless, for her, who excelled in her ability to fly among angels, it is not the weight she can never have.

Move the wings with great care so that there is as little upward and downward movement as possible to avoid dropping the luggage.

Quiet, flying horizontally is what Eltovael specializes in.

Plunge over where the red sheath, the destination, is located.

He lowered his hips to the ground and discovered a red sheath turning the sheath, and Eltovael lowered his chest with relief.

Though it's an easy use, it's the first job I've ever laid down to the god I'm going to serve.

If you're almost done safely, you'll be relieved.

The empty journey of collecting plants and carrying them had gone so far without any problems.

That's right.

Not so far.

Eltovael was an angel specializing in intelligence and intelligence gathering, and among angels specializing in flight, he sold in particular navigable distances and secrecy.

She was super first-rate in terms of continuing to fly, but there was only one thing I didn't like about flying.

is a landing.

Bad at it is the level of suspicion of its qualities as a flying thing.

Speaking of how long, I misjudged the distance from the ground much concerned about the luggage, and there was enough feathers to land from the face.

Though, she's not stupid either.

I know exactly what I don't like, and I also take care not to let that happen again.

but.

The pressure she is feeling today was the greatest thing in her angel life.

The mental stress that comes from it is quite a thing.

Yes. Just enough to make you lose sight of the fact that you're not good at landing.

The red sheath moves the sheath in his hand as he looks out at Eltovael flying in the sky with his luggage.

Concerned about being seen by Eltovael, the stupidity that was drooling out of his mouth has also stopped.

To the arrival of Eltovael waiting, a red sheath to loosen his expression.

After all, it's gratifying to have someone to talk to.

As he approaches the red sheath, the figure of Eltovael gradually grows larger.

Where I could also see the large basket hanging, fu, the red sheath felt strange discomfort.

"Something. Is the descent angle too steep?

Angels are not shaped specifically to fly unlike birds.

Most of the time we are forcing humans to wing and fly through the sky with the aid of God's miraculous things.

Rapid declines and rises make the consumption of such forces significantly more intense.

When it rises, it must produce lifting force, and when it descends, it must be braked so that it does not hit the ground as it is.

It was after flying long distances, so I didn't have enough power left to withstand the sudden descent.

That can actually be a bit of a story.

That kind of thing, though, is the failure of an apprentice angel or an angel who doesn't like flying.

There would be no failure to slow down the fall, etc. only to Eltovael, who was raving that he was good at flying.

The red sheath thinks so, but watches him fly anxiously somewhere.

Yes, the red sheath doesn't know that Eltovael doesn't like to land.

"He said he was coming in at that angle and drop speed. I guess I'm confident. Flight"

The red sheath that crushes that.

That's how I think about it, and more and more Eltovael comes closer to the red sheath.

Eltovael's descent angle, which would have flown pretty high, is pretty steep.

"... this is dangerous..."

Red sheath that gets me worried gradually.

I stood up and looked at Eltovael at some point, although I wouldn't stop moving my hands.

I could hear a strange noise in those red sheathed ears.

At first, it was so small and faint that I thought it was a mistake that it became something that I could hear clearly and gradually.

The identity of the sound is the voice.

To be precise, it was a scream.

"Nooooooo!! I can't stop!! I'm more tired than I thought! Slow down! Kiki, Kiki...!

"Huh?"

The look on the red sheath froze.

If you were a normal voice, you wouldn't hear the wind pressure beating anything else.

But some have the power to say, "If you are within a certain range, your voice will reach you".

It is one of the fairly common powers in relation to divinity, prophecy, etc.

Perhaps Eltovael uses it.

I'm not sure if I'm using it or if it's confusing and activated on its own.

What should I do?

Such words rush through the head of the red sheath.

But they haven't been able to slow down as the word suggests. It was a lot faster than expected that Eltovael would come.

Eltovael tries to widen his wings wide and slow down.

But it was a waste of resistance.

I guess I managed to shelter just the basket in my hand.

With his hands up and his basket over his head, he clashed from face to ground.

Still, because of the wide spread of the wings, the fall velocity has weakened somewhat.

For that matter, it had turned into a force to move forward.

The power to move forward could not be killed by the impact of the fall alone.

In other words, I try to rub my face to the ground and slip. That is.

Gogagagagagagagaga!!

Ertvael slips off the ground with his face, raising the noise and earthen smoke.

Next to the red sheath, it passes through a position of a few m and still scrapes the ground without stopping.

Dear mistake, a word had arrived in the ear of the red sheath.

"Takeshi!

But the red sheath couldn't react at all to what happened so instantly.

Eltovael finally stops momentum and rolls to the ground, just a few dozen m cheeks away.

But those hands were raised high and overhead, lifting a basket with plants.

She defended it in the midst of such a falling impact that she shredded the ground.

The red sheath wrinkled between her eyebrows and froze with her mouth half-opened.

Too many things have stopped me from thinking and thinking and my body.

Still, hasn't the hand that moves the sheath stopped, like a boulder god?

In that sense, Eltovael, who protected the basket, may also be a boulder angel.