The God has moved to another world.

By the time Shelbren had finished his service as a knight and returned home, it was already late at night.

Dive some automatic biometric doors, and in the meantime take off your uniform.

Pass the jacket and laundry to the cylindrical household drone that was moving around the hallway.

I had already showered at the base, so I had to change my underwear and stuff.

The drone makes a tall mechanical noise and travels to the laundry.

Dropping it off, Shelbren walked to the back of the house.

Enter the living room and approach the door in the back.

When I put my hand on a glass plate attached to the wall, a muscle of blue light passed from bottom to top and from right to left.

Apparently, it's a kind of biometric device. When that light goes out, the door opens from the center.

There were two more doors behind the door, but they also open to interlock.

When the door opened, now the indoor lights automatically followed.

As she approached the table near the door, Shelbren took the glasses that were on there.

Walk to the back of the room with it.

The room was quite large and lined with various equipment.

All of these are the latest magic machines and expensive ones.

Almost at the same time the door closed, Shelbren slapped his hands on the bread.

Put that on the signal, the magic machine starts to start.

"Good evening, Captain Shelbren. Good day's work."

It was synthetic audio and thoughts that resonated indoors where no one was supposed to be but Shelbren.

Not even in the sudden audible voice, Shelbren doesn't even show surprise.

That should be it, too.

Because this voice belongs to the Lord of this room.

"It's not over yet, Silvrin Top. Review weapon layout and control of armor. Get the data out."

Silvrin Top was the name of Shelbren's love machine.

Shelbren worked on everything from designing to developing mounted weapons, tanks.

The Iron Wheel Knights, headed by Shelbren, are, as their name suggests, knights who drive the Magic Weapon "Tank" with Iron Wheels.

Gathering excerpts from Metermagito's own magic, the "Carved Iron Magic," it is destructive enough to turn the battlefield upside down in one plane.

However, unusual magic was needed to operate.

It takes an enormous amount of Elf Magic to operate every magical tank in battle to demonstrate high combat capability.

Among such tanks, Silvrin Top was exactly the airframe to which the word anomaly fitted perfectly.

The pursuit of performance alone has made the magic that we need immense.

The only one who can manipulate this fuselage is Shelbren, both famous and exclusive, minus the fact that it is a dedicated aircraft.

"I work too much, Captain. Moderate rest is one of the knights' duties."

To Silvrin Top's words, Shelbren frowned.

Shelbren was also involved in the design and development of the artificial intelligence we are now having this conversation with.

I think I shouldn't have made it into a setting where the first voice would be the answer, and I explore the cause in my head.

I think of one cause and open my mouth.

"How long ago was the last time you slept?

"Five days ago, Captain."

Well, that should certainly be one of the caveats.

If Shelbren himself had a group that hadn't slept in all that time, he'd be forced to rest.

Elves that differ in human and body structure do not organize memories by sleep, etc.

For this reason sleep is purely a matter of fatigue recovery alone, and sleep was not necessary without even polar fatigue.

Nevertheless, modestly speaking, the work of the Knights Commander is intense.

Rest is a necessity.

Shelbren had a stronger body, but still felt slightly tired.

Should I rest a little?

But soon I shake my head and shake it off.

"No. Give me the armor data. You can't kill Paper Snow Sai with your current armor and tank. Make a new one. We'll make new magic too."

Copy that, sir.

The next moment, the blue and white light began to run around the room.

In the air, particles of light fly, and they begin to gather like things they were willing to.

A number of monitors, keyboards, etc. are being shaped.

The room was instantly filled with hollow monitors and a console to manipulate it.

"Well, let's get started..."

Shelbren reached for a console that floated in the hollow as his neck snapped.

Shelbren had several qualifications and doctorates in carving iron magic and medicine.

He's a magic developer, a weapons designer, a doctor, a medical researcher.

There is no other human being who is an active knight but has such diverse credentials, knowledge.

All the weapons created by that Shelbren are highly acclaimed by soldiers and knights, bearing in mind that they are all bizarre but used in action.

That won't be possible either.

Shelbren stands on his own in action and develops the gear he wanted there.

Nothing a soldier or knight would want more than a weapon needed in the field of action.

Such was the development of new armor and tanks dedicated to himself that he is currently working on.

The development began with contacts with Paper Snow Sai in Einfabulu.

We're barely exposed to each other.

At that time, Shelbren used something that was customized specifically for portable weapons that were out in the public, and Paper Snow Sai only had some of the technique with him again.

Neither was in a situation where it could be said that they were giving out all their power, but there were still things Shelbren could clearly recognize.

With the equipment as it is now, you can't kill a "paper chip” paper snow sai in a state where you have demonstrated your main command.

I didn't use Stenglair as my virtual enemy, if it was in a situation a while ago, I still had no problems.

But not now.

To Agney, rather than from that moment when he put his hand near the land abandoned, Stenglaire became an enemy to Metermagito.

It's not a virtual enemy, it's not a supposed enemy, it's an enemy.

In some circumstances, even the front may be opened immediately.

Then you will not be able to defeat it unless you have enough strength.

In the nations of this world, there is always one or two human beings with non-standard power.

It has the power to destroy a platoon belonging to a regular army by itself, has enough capacity to tear the battlefield apart, and has enough force to be a deterrent.

Its presence in Stenglaire is the "paper scraps” paper snow study.

And Metermagito's. That's "Steel's” Shelbren Grosso.

If Shelbren can't stop Paper Snow Says, Metermaguito won't make it unless he hits hundreds of soldiers and stops Paper Snow Says.

Many of them will lose their lives.

Conversely, if Shelbren can stop it, his life won't have to be scattered.

Excessive power holders like them in times of war are just the trump card.

Sometimes that operation determines the victory or defeat of a war.

That's why.

There must be no such thing as a “steel” shelvren not being able to kill a “scrap of paper" paper snow study.

That's not because one soldier talks to another, but because it makes an obvious difference in national power.

Metermagito is inferior to Stenglaire.

That would put the people living in the country at risk.

Most of the people living in Metermagito are elves.

What way the citizens of the defeated country will be treated.

Shelbren, who was an orphan, knew it well.

The position of the elves in the country where Shelbren used to live was truly tragic.

Subtracting that he was a people of a defeated country was not an acceptable treatment.

If Metermagito loses the battle.

Probably, no, it'll be like that one in ten or eighty-nine.

Yes, Shelbren was thinking.

That is not acceptable.

We absolutely must avoid it.

That was the thought in Shelbren's mind.

That's what's causing Shelbren to rush the development of his own dedicated armor.

"No, it's not this way. He's more powerful."

Seeing the magic listed on the screen, Shelbren flaunts his face.

Move your eyes irresistibly to compare the performance of one magic at a time.

The glasses he wears are specially made and have an input that automatically detects the position of the gaze.

"Unfortunately, there is currently no more area hammer information among the top classified information of the Stenglaire government"

"What about private companies and private ownership?

"We've investigated every possible intrusion, but everything on the list. For the sake of this investigation, I made an illegal intrusion, was that a good idea?

"I don't mind. Do it like you can't."

Copy that, sir.

There is a hell of a conversation going on.

Silvrin Top is only artificial intelligence.

It was also designed and developed by Shelbren himself.

Shelbren, in other words, is the parent of Silvrin Top.

If it was parental instruction, the child would obey honestly.

"I have no choice. Improve your area hammer. Give me 3D footage."

Copy that, sir.

Again, particles of light began to leak into the room.

It immediately begins to take shape, drawing intricate patterns made of lines of light in the air.

It's a carved iron magic areal hammer.

"Okay. Output, activation speed, and range of effects. It's a corner, so why don't you give it an overall look? You'll have an hour."

That said, Shelbren rang his fingers with a pacifier.

Original reconstitution is done by specialist technicians over the course of months.

Magic is a weapon in itself, a program to operate the energy of magic.

Both improvements and modifications take time to become commonplace.

That's what Shelbren said he could do in an hour.

But in fact, Shelbren would do it if he had the time.

That much knowledge, know-how and taste, he had.

It was when Shelbren reached out, trying to get to work quickly.

A tall mechanical sound called pipipi echoed indoors.

"It's a call from your friend, Magina."

"Magina?"

Shelbren looked at the watch on the wall with a strange look on his face.

After all, it's already past midnight, at times like late night and before dawn.

It won't be the kind of time you can easily get in touch with me.

"Connect."

Copy that, sir.

"Hey, Shelbren. Long time no see."

What I heard following Silvrin Top's voice was that of a man.

He doesn't seem to be in good health at any late hour, and has no sense of urgency.

Apparently, he just kept in touch.

"What's going on at this hour? It's after 3: 00 in the morning."

"Hey, you're not usually at work, are you? Because if it's not this time, it won't connect!

Shelbren shrugged his shoulder at the words of a friend who had no way of getting worse.

While sighing, he reaches out to the magical formation of light floating in the air.

Apparently, he's going to make improvements to the procedure while we're having a conversation.

"So, what's it like?

"No, actually. I finally got permission to participate in the Agney project. As a physician and researcher, I decided to go to a floating island."

"Floating Island? Have you been granted permission to enter Kelpt?"

Kelpto is an artificial island that floats in the sky, where Metermaguito currently houses the Agnies.

Only a very limited number of people were allowed to go in there right now.

Given Agney's value from the elves, it would be natural to protect him generously.

"Oh. So, let's get back to you. I read it, your opinion. I mean, it was like half a paper. I remember your thesis."

This man, named Shelbren and Magina, was a fellow graduate of the same university medical school.

Most importantly, Shelbren graduates in one year in the flying class from a process that was supposed to take four years, so his school term is extremely short.

Nevertheless, the fact that Shelbren and Magina were still close to each other had to do with the fact that the field of research was the same.

They were both working on a study that included magical treatments to prevent aging.

"It is necessary to observe over time what it means for organisms that should have individual differences not to grow old with equally magical effects, while increasing the number of individuals. I was surprised to see the data, too. It's rare that there's no such thing as a magical individual difference."

Various arguments had been exchanged by the time Metermagito decided not to harm the Agny tribe for the other hundred years.

Although there were some opinions that research should be started immediately, many scholars were against it.

When I say research, I rarely see my belly physically open, but I can't deny that it still places a strong strain or stress on Agney.

The majority of the opinion was that the Agney, a rare species and subject of research, should be generously protected.

Many scholars made such opinions and statements, and the current treatment of the Agney tribe had been determined.

One of the people who gave the opinion was Shelbren.

"Of course not. They are a rare species. Besides, if analyzing them seems to give them lasting youth, the Elves will be able to owe the Agneys nothing less. You'd better borrow less."

"Well, well. Well said. That's as gentle as ever. You and your sister."

Both Shelbren and his sister were orphans.

Protected by Methermagito from another country, they both studied desperately to repay their country and devoted themselves to social contributions.

Shelbren as a knight, and my sister, as a doctor.

His sister influenced him, and Shelbren started studying medicine.

Nevertheless, although Shelbren found that what he was born with was apparently suitable for knights, he now holds the position.

"So, how did you get in touch with me? At this hour."

"That's a long time. I called you at this hour because you're hard to get caught, right? This is an incoming call to the Agney Project where you were involved. And one more thing. I hear it's done."

"Oh?"

"Prevent aging. I mean, it turns out what was actually done was magic that changed the outside age."

Shelbren's hand stopped moving busily.

"What?

"Agney's analysis of some of her body magic is complete. Just the exterior, but the magic of change is complete. It's not about adjusting the refraction of light, it's about altering the sequence of somatic cells and making material changes in appearance. Although, I still can't substantially rejuvenate my guts or anything like that just by changing my appearance. I hear the great old people rushed you to do just that, huh?

Isn't that classified?

"If your Silvrin Top cracks, you'll know right away, right? I can sell it just to teach you. If that's what you want, why don't you sell it?

It was a joke dialogue, but the majority would mean it.

Shelbren is a terribly disciplined man.

I will surely return the debt owed.

"Okay. You owe me one."

"Ha ha! Well, give it back sometime. Well, I'm sorry to call you in the middle of the night. Because that's all I wanted to tell you. Good night."

"Oh, good night"

A small mechanical noise sounds and informs you that the call is out.

Shelbren sighed out small, removing the glasses he was wearing.

I covered my eyes with both hands and stuck them at a desk nearby.

"Just the exterior, huh? I knew it was going to take a little longer, sister..."

We are still far from achieving our aims.

Still, we're making steady progress.

Sighing again and looking up, Shelbren decided to sleep for the first time in five days.

The Royal Magic House of Stenglaire had the role of a classified intelligence unit.

Hold a few secrets and aggregate the information they collect.

Since it is under the direct authority of the King, the report is made directly to the King.

It is on the basis of the conclusions scrutinized that the King, various ministers and bureaucrats take decisions.

We are also given discretion to make on-site judgments, and in some cases we may exercise our own strengths.

Because of its hard attitude and organizational strength, it was a group feared from both domestic and international sources.

What is most feared is the abundance of magic they possess.

Stenglaire has created hundreds of millions of magic in its long history, as it is sometimes called a "magical nation".

The Royal Magic House owns and preserves them all.

Magic is a weapon, a weapon.

Owning them means nothing more than having that much force.

A classified intelligence agency in action in one of the world's leading countries with magic technology and possession of all the magic in that country.

That is the Royal Magic House of Stenglaire.

One of the facilities held by the Royal Magic House was called the Black Rock Tower.

Its appearance, created by magically pushing and consolidating the ore, seemed to have been made by creeping black rocks, as the name suggests.

Built in the back of a remote mountain, it boasts an anomaly that can be seen as immense at a glance, even though there are no comparable buildings around it.

Overall length, preferably more than 300 m.

Even though it was built hundreds of years ago, its appearance had not changed much from the time it was made.

This Black Rock Tower is the home of the Royal Magic House.

One of the girls was walking early enough.

The girl, with a slightly more attentive and seemingly caught eye, does not look familiar to what should also be called this ambush demon.

But it was a big mistake.

Her name is "Fluorescent” Mine Bommer.

She is the daughter of the prestigious Bommer family of the military in Stenglair and a girl with a gift that has just overflowed.

At a high level, not only in magic, but also physically, she was one of the best in the country even today.

One of the best in Stenglaire, known as the big country, means that it is at the top of the list in the world.

In fact, her strength was close to that of her master, the predecessor Paper Snow Sai.

In some parts, there will even be beyond.

She had it, but never inherited the name of Paper Snow Sai.

Paper Snow Sai is a name that demonstrates that he is the best paper wizard, handed down from generation to generation by the head of the Royal Magic Academy.

It is the name sent to the finest wizard in the royal monastery.

Why, that didn't belong to Mine.

Easy.

Because there was a man who far outstripped her.

Yes, the current Paper Snow Sai.

“Paper scraps." Paper snow sail.

The werewolf youth, who abandoned his real name and now only had the name Paper Snow Sai, had completely substandard power.

Among the werewolves who can be famous for their arm strength and regeneration, their out-of-digit arm strength and sturdiness.

Holding magic beyond the elves that should also be called magic powers.

Everything was abnormal.

Mine has spent a long time since birth, being said to be a genius.

By the time I was tempted, I had manipulated simple paper formation magic and even done drawing formations on paper.

I've been training adults since I was a kid, and even those adults showed talent like wrapping their tongues around them.

He graduated from magic school and college as chairman and has been said to be a genius since the beginning of school.

In fact, if she goes on the battlefield, her strength will be to terrorize both enemy allied armies.

She has enough talent.

The wall stood for the first time in front of Mine, who was said to undoubtedly inherit the name of Paper Snow Sai if he stayed there.

That's what Snow Sai is now.

When she entered the Royal Magic Academy and first met her predecessor, Paper Snow Sai, she recognized that it was a level she could catch up on in several years of training.

Even the then head of the Royal Magic House, the highest peak in the country, was only a nearby wall for Mine to overcome.

Is this what it is?

That was Mine's honest thoughts.

There will be no such thing as a chronic mind.

Being a frog in a well, there will be nothing to say.

The Royal Magic House of Stenglaire is undoubtedly the highest demonic organization in the world, and its head, Paper Snow Sai, is definitely a wizard of the fingerfold.

But as a matter of fact, there was no significant difference between Mine at the time and the Paper Snow Sai at that time.

Mine was still young and stretchy.

It wasn't so low as to target a wall that could always be exceeded.

Mine finished his greeting without much interest, but then it was to be immediately shocked.

The moment I got in front of the man I was introduced to as a disciple, I got to taste the first sense of defeat I'd ever felt alive.

Mine wasn't a frog in the well.

Without a doubt, it was a big fish swimming in the ocean.

He knew the wider world and recognized on top of it that he was strong enough.

But the man who showed up in front of me was literally of a different dimension.

If Mine was a big fish swimming in the ocean, the man was like a monster swimming among the stars in the great ocean plains of space.

Even then, Mine had lost several times.

I lost to someone I knew I could someday surpass, not with my current strength.

It was an absolutely transcendable wall, a defeat that would feed, only to say that it could not be won by strength then.

It's like a five-year-old losing to a 10-year-old.

But that wasn't the level of defeat felt by the man who showed up in front of him.

It's not something of that dimension, like strong or weak.

Comparing yourself to your opponent is wrong in itself.

Mine felt the difference in character on a man.

If there's too much difference, he won't feel defeated anymore.

The sense of desperate defeat that Mine had felt for the first time in his life had been fogged away in just a moment.

The next thing I felt was an admiration for the strong, similar to what I felt for the first time in my life.

It just wasn't the kind of thing I wanted to be at some point.

It was a yearning similar to the fear of overwhelming power held by men against lions and dragons.

That yearning had only grown in esteem at times and had now turned into worship.

Mine couldn't wait to be happy and happy when his predecessor Paper Snow Sai died and now Paper Snow Sai inherited the name.

At some point he took away the name he thought he was supposed to inherit, or such a jealous heart did not even produce fine dust.

This is the "Paper Snow Sai".

There is no such thing as a person who deserves the name "Paper Snow Sai" more than this one.

Yes, Mine thought strongly.

He was just a disturber to Mine, such as the previous generation of Paper Snow Says.

He was a former Paper Snow Sai who lived a long time and wouldn't let go of the name of Paper Snow Sai, but he finally died a few years ago in battle on duty.

The right name was passed down to the right owner.

There is nothing else worthy of the name of Paper Snow Says but the “Paper Scraps” Paper Snow Says, a modern era.

Other than that, it doesn't have to exist.

Yes, Mine thought from the bottom of his mind.

Mine walking inside the Black Rock Tower was aiming at a storage facility called the "Great Library".

For Stenglaire, who draws formations on paper and activates magic, a book is a magic thing.

In the Great Library of the Royal Magic House, magic from all over the country was kept in the form of books, scrolls, etc.

If you cast a copy magic on the paper by the proper means, it will be effective immediately.

In other words, the place is like a weapons storage facility.

Mine was looking for someone he wouldn't worship.

"Hmm?"

Something slipped across the edge of Mine's eye as he walked.

I could see a little white garbage rolling around.

It was a long time, Mine, but I decided it would just be rubbish.

The wind was blowing in through the windows nearby, and it wouldn't mean anything you could do with it so small.

Most importantly, I didn't feel any remnants of magic.

If it's some kind of magic thing, it should leave traces of magic leaking.

But I couldn't feel it from that white thing.

Mine started walking toward his destination again as he took his gaze off the rolling trash.

As we approach the Great Library, the number of watches increases.

The wizards with the sceptre thanked Mein when he approached them.

And with one hand up to return it, it goes a long way.

Mine was the second seat of the Royal Magic House, or NO2 position.

Everyone who belongs to the Royal Magic House pays tribute to Mine.

In contrast, Mine was obliged to respond accordingly.

The truth is that I only thought about people outside of Paper Snow Says to the extent that they were bars broken, but the Royal Magic House is an organization headed by Paper Snow Says.

Making the Royal Demon House function correctly is also for Paper Snow Says.

Mine was therefore fully committed to fulfilling the responsibilities of the Royal Magic House.

The attitude toward those below, and the attitude toward walking so slowly, was also meant to show the right appearance as an executive of the Royal Magic House.

If it was true, I wanted to rush around as hard as I could and go under the paper snow sail right now.

I wanted to follow all the magic technology I could have and go see Paper Snow Sai right now.

But such an appearance is not worthy of the executive of the Royal Magic Academy headed by Paper Snow Sai.

You have to be calm, calm, graceful, elegant, wonderful.

It is all for the “paper scraps” paper snow sail that worships and does not stop.

Finally, Mine came near the entrance to the Great Library.

In the eyes of that mine, I could see the gatekeeper on the left and right of the entrance opening the door from the left and right.

The Great Library is either something with special permission or a place where only high-ranking people are allowed to enter.

Think about it from the timing and maybe someone will come in or someone will come out before Mine.

If the gatekeeper saw Mine, he would have opened the door, but it's too fast for that.

Even with my eyes around me, there was nothing that looked like I was going in.

Who the hell will come out?

I wonder if Paper Snow Sai will come out.

Mine thought so, but even coming to the front of the entrance, no one was seen coming out.

Mine sees a lot of doors that no one passes.

A gatekeeper speaks to her like that.

"Master Mine will be here in a few moments, so it was your call to open the gates."

A person of such high standing as to give such instructions is not so.

If such a person is coming to this Black Rock Tower, it should also be in Mine's ear.

But I don't know anyone like that.

If there is, there is only one.

"Mr. Paper Snow Sai is in there, isn't he?

"Yes, since a long time ago. Apparently, they're in formation."

Photography is the term used to describe the task of photographing the magic formations of paper formations on paper from examples such as books and scrolls.

I hear Paper Snow Sai is preparing his magic inside the Great Library.

"Okay, thanks."

Mine thanked him and walked into the door.

The gatekeepers gratefully close the door immediately.

Opening this door required interference from dedicated magic.

Each has its own magic to open and close.

They take a while to activate and it really takes a little while to get in.

Apparently, Paper Snow Sai left the effort hanging on Mine.

Mine, who felt such care, was about to roll around on the spot by accident.

I was about to tell the gatekeepers nearest me for an hour how Paper Snow Sai was a strong and wonderful person.

Mine, however, enjoyed the urge much longer.

I wanted to distribute the kindness of Paper Snow Sai to the rest of the world, paying attention to things like myself without any luxury with all that power.

But I managed to swallow that thought.

The action was because Mine did not deserve it as the figure of a Royal Magic Academy executive headed by Paper Snow Sai.

The Royal Magic House must be a solemn, rigorous and orderly organization.

Otherwise, Paper Snow Sai doesn't deserve to be long.

Yes, Mine thinks so.

Mine didn't break any attitude when he heard the door close.

Due to the large size of the large library and the turbulent bookshelves, there is still no view of the paper snow sai.

But I don't know when we're going to be face-to-face.

To meet Paper Snow Sai, you must look and behave as you deserve.

Mine calmed his heartbeat, which rang like an early bell, with a deep breath, and began to walk through the Great Library.

The Great Library houses a variety of paper formations.

Some of them were forbidden to take it out of there, forbidden or secretive.

The only thing that deals with them is to write them on paper in the Great Library.

For this reason, a number of desks, etc. have been set aside, but in any case the large library is wide, and it was not possible to consider where the paper snow sai was working.

It was Mine walking around, looking around, but I noticed a small piece of white paper rolling at my feet.

Extremely small. It's rolling over the floor and by the way.

Mine, who saw it, narrows his eyes sharply.

The Great Library is tightly controlled for temperature and humidity, and wind blowing inside is unlikely.

In spite of this, the pieces of paper are rolling around pretty fast.

"This is..."

As I accidentally signaled Mine's words, a piece of paper fluttered up into the universe.

I'm gonna fly away with the hiccups. That's what Mine walked after.

Paper pieces flying at a rate that matches the stride of the mine proceed down the hallway to provide guidance.

When he bent some corners of his eyes, Mine was finally able to find who he was looking for.

"I'm sorry. I wish I'd gone, but I wanted to finish this."

Mine accidentally sighs at that appearance without taking his eyes off hand.

Because I fell in love with the figure, who is above all honorable to Mine.

Beastly large triangular ears are covered in gray hair.

Her hair was growing longer than usual and her hair appeared to be changing.

Noodles and backs that can be seen often because they are dressed in dressing clothes that are the clothes of Nomaki have the same quality of hair as their heads.

The elbow-to-tip hand area was still covered in hair of the same quality, and the nails had turned into hook nails, not human ones.

It was a semi-veterinarized figure of a werewolf, the Paper Snow Sai, which was not usually shown.

Paper Snow Sai was proud to be a wizard.

Because of this, I tended to hate to show people my semi-veterinary appearance of excellence as a warrior.

However, the werewolves were more natural and relaxed in their semi-veterinary appearance.

Because of this, Paper Snow Sai is sometimes present in front of a person who has forgiven him.

One of them was Mine.

Just looking at the side of the paper snow sail, Mine learned the feeling that his chest could be tightened tightly.

My chest got stuck in front of a special paper snow sail that I only knew.

It's not like Mine's the only one I know, but that had nothing to do with Mine right now.

It was more important that I was special to Paper Snow Sai in a way.

"No. Don't worry about it. I knew you were doing paper work."

Covering his inner heart completely, Mine returns it at its usual pace.

He's upset because he doesn't think the executives at the Royal Magic House deserve it.

Knowing or not how Mine felt like that, Paper Snow Sai turned to Mine when he finished writing the formation.

The chest is only large because it loosely weaves its feathers.

The expression is calm, and the usual tenacious, sharp blade-like appearance is dusty.

At this time, an idea in Mine came to mind.

Mine thought it was quite a brilliant idea to come up with.

First, I jump into the chest of a paper snow sai, rounding up reason.

I stick my face in that slight dressing and suck the smell of paper snow sail all over my chest, which is probably steaming.

And then you turn your hand around your back and you stick to it.

Mine was a fierce man with six cups of rice, only the smell he could feel when he approached Paper Snow Sai.

If you feel Paper Snow Sai so much by then, you may pass out if you are good and nosebleed, or worse.

But either way, Paper Snow Sai will probably touch Mine with that hand.

Maybe he'll hold me up.

Maybe he'll touch my head.

Maybe it is.

Maybe he'll give me a hug.

Maybe you'll hold the princess.

Mine fantasized about herself being held by a princess in a paper snow sai.

"That's light. No matter how long you hold it, it doesn't seem tired."

Paper Snow Sai tells that with a gentle smile.

Of course it's Mine's talk in the brain.

I don't seem tired holding it for hours.

Does that mean I can hold it until how long?

It could mean I want to hold it forever.

Maybe it is.

I'm sure you will.

No, it must be.

In other words, Paper Snow Sai said, "I want to hold you till hours."

Of course, it's Mine's story in the brain.

"While I was preparing the secret art, I was experimenting with surveillance magic. I wrote a formation of white ink on a piece of paper, but if I flush the magic successfully, I can monitor it without being distracted. Now I can find you. Hmm? What's up?

"Ha. Always a brilliant formation. I was in love. I want to be an apprentice too."

Mine replies immediately to Paper Snow Sai's words, which frowned on his eyebrows.

If I could have been a little slower to speak up, I might have lost my troubles.

Wiping a cold sweat inside, Mine admonished himself in his heart without putting anything on his face.

Something like giving in to desire is not worthy of serving near Paper Snow Sai's side.

We need to keep our heads tighter.

To Mine's words, Paper Snow Sai gets a bitter laugh.

"This is all I can do. I can think of measures like you, and I can scrutinize the situation. Suggestions for your response to the Agney tribe at an earlier meeting. I was roared at that one. Again, I'm not fit to use my head. Don't count on me."

"Such. I am here to help Mr. Paper Snow Sai. Please use it to the fullest."

"I'm glad to say, but do you also struggle with your pretty sister apprentice?

Paper snow sai called shrugging shoulders.

The word "cute" was instantly saved on Mine's brain recorder.

Combined with the paranoid footage and other saved audio that I've been saving, Mine was likely to enrich my brain situation holder even more, but I was able to return sane on the verge.

It was a dangerous place, but I shouldn't have a paper snow sai.

Because he accidentally punched the word "cute" into the place where he was cumming in the process of calling me "you" and Mine, which I only show in front of Mine.

Though it was good because Mine trained well, he must have undoubtedly collapsed his reason if he was a human being in general.

That idea was rambling through Mine's head.

That's not what happens to the average human being, but it didn't matter what happened to Mine right now.

"Mm-hmm. What can I do for you? Is this some kind of secret you're releasing all over the place?

"Ha. I compiled the selection of personnel and a draft of the places to be dispatched, so I thought I'd check."

"Good. I trust your eyes. Sometimes I check."

"No!"

"More than that..."

In his suddenly sharply narrowed eyes, Mine unwittingly mumbles.

The look on the face of a tight paper snow sai in an instant gave me barometric pressure.

"I have to go to Einfarble once now. I don't know what's in that land right now. Based there, it would be convenient to go to the rumored place where some of the Agnies are surrounded. The thing that bothers me the most is the" steel ”shelvren. After all, if you're going to fight, someone has to go directly."

The figure of the Paper Snow Sai, which was a half beast, gradually turns into that of a person.

He just said the name of Shelbren, which made him feel pretty tight.

The relaxed appearance of earlier turns into the face of the head of the Royal Magic House, which he usually shows, as if it were a lie.

"You're going to use your powers to the full. Be prepared."

"Ha!"

Reflectively, Mine put one knee and fist on the ground and lowered his head.

I feel something cold flowing down my back.

Even if you know it's not meant for you, the killing spirit that leaks from the body of a paper snow sai is horrible.

You noticed how such a mine is, the killing spirit of Paper Snow Sai disappears.

To Mine, who raised his face in conjunction with it, Paper Snow Sai smiled again slightly.

"I'm counting on you, Mine"

"Ha! I'll take care of it!

After this, Mine sprayed his nosebleed and the gatekeeper panicked greatly when he reached his limit when he left the Great Library, but naturally Paper Snow Sai never found out about it.